“I was looking to speak to Carol?”“Who is this?” Carol said before confirming her identity.“Oh yeah sorry!” Said the voice. “It’s Pa...l, not sure if you remember me but I was in the Army with Tom, we met a few times when he, or you were based in Germany?Carol’s thoughts were immediately taken back to her life as a younger lady married and living in a far off country and vaguely remembered a ‘Paul’.“Oh hello!” She said politely as she racked her brain to try to remember what he looked. Jenny said, "I so needed to feel you cum in me."I returned home with a happy gait in my walk. A very happy gait. It's not something I can describe, but I could feel it as I walked.I opened the front door and entered. I headed straight for the kitchen. Sex can be quite the workout. I was starved. Of course, I was a growing 15-year old guy, so that might have something to do with my hunger, but I was inclined to think it had something to do with sex.I glanced into the den and stopped. My twin. . and you are up to something. My sisters were nekkid!They saw me staring and both of them stood up. They came over and one pulled my t-shirt off while the other pulled my shorts and boxers off. When I was suitably nekkid they led me over to the kitchen table where they had laid out bread, cold cuts, cheese, and condiments. They also had glasses of water in place.They sat me down in my place and moved to their seats on either side of me. They scooted their chairs as close to mine as they could. Could he believe that this had happened? Buthwort hoped not, pulling those flagging pants back up and tighteningthem snug about rounded hips. The belt buckle had gone in an alarmingnumber of notches. The shoes were now a poor fit and he kicked them off tostare in worry at much smaller feet. "What did I do?" wondered an unknownyet decidedly dulcet voice. Buthwort stared at a strangers hands, turningthem over. They weren't familiar in the least. They were someone else's.But whose? Where was his.