Even when they were little, Frank was always the one looking for some kind of trouble to get into, while Ernest would usually hang back trying to stay... clear of difficulties. Usually however, Frank would egg his brother into the same adventure. By the time they were four, Frank, the gregarious twin, was calling Ernest, the shy and retiring one actually born ten minutes before him, ‘little brother.’ Both boys were good students and did well in school but Ernest excelled, seldom getting less than. “Foxy!” I exclaimed joyfully inbetween laughs.He went in for another attack on my tooshie when Lochy suddenly spurt out, “Actually, I might just drive back home to get my own shorts”and with that he went around to the drivers side of the car and hopped in.The boot popped and the engine started.“Grab your stuff Dan” he said, a bit of anger was detected in his voice by myself and Foxy.I went to the boot, opened it and dove right into my luggage to look for my shorts.I found two of them and. . and closed his eyes .. Pulling me back to it. I felt the resistance give way at once ... she had a small grin .. opened his eyes .. that seemed full of sunshine .. I entered into it .. I knew it was the first .. time .. my heart was beating .. it also .. The slipped my hand between our bodies .. and found her clit .. I was going to come in the caressing .. I was sweet .. the mildest possible ..Her hips were rolling .. her stomach had to meet the mine .. She was so wet .. I slid .. easily .. I. Almost what people would refer to as full-figured, without the connotation of obesity, she had a body that was all great curves, with hips and a bottom that swung flirtatiously when she moved, lovely full breasts that were more than a handful. Lovely, really? What was he, some kind of ridiculous poet? he chastised himself as he examined her. Still… the word fit. She looked not just good, but great, she’d taken care of herself, though her self-image was far lower than the packaging warranted..