I thought that her eyes were open. Her hand was undoubtedly awake, judging by the things that it was doing to my cock.“Hi,” she whispered.“Hi,�...� I whispered back.“Are you ready to make me a mother?” she asked quietly.“Ah,” I said. “No pressure or anything.”She smiled and snuggled up closer to me.“No,” she said. “No pressure.”“Don’t you want to practice a few times first?” I said. “You know, just to get things right?”“I have a feeling that you won’t need any practice at all,” she said, our. The younger, female sibling initiated it and there was no force or coercion involved. That’s almost never the case. I think Bethany’s right that it was, in the end, a defense mechanism against our mother. A way to bind ourselves tightly together in a struggle for our own individual selves. A fight we could only make together.”“That kind of makes sense. Your mom was worse than my dad in many ways. He never treated me like your mom treated you. He was strict, and thought he could control my body,. She tiptoed to the twin's room and growled, "We don't have time for this crap, damn it. Hurry up!" But Linda, I wanna take my radio." Don't. We have one in the Jeep... Come on, Zoë. You're holding us up." Yeah, it's always my fault."Linda just shrugged as she wheeled out of the twins' room. She began to doubt whether they really should run away. What chances did they have, anyway? Dad knew influential people everywhere, including the mayor and the police chief. He was an important. Tyler was squirming under her touch now, and as she continued to roll his testicles in one hand, she wrapped the other around his painfully erect shaft again.Immediately, the pressure at the base of Tyler’s cock built to the boiling point again, and the teenager said, “M… Mrs. Bradley… I think… I think you’d better stop putting the sunscreen on me there.”“Why?” Charlotte asked, still cradling his penis and balls in her soft hands.“Because it, ummm… I’m sorry Mrs. Bradley, but it feels too.