I heard the front door open, but thought nothing of it. It was probably Jerry getting back from his trip two days early. It meant that I would probably have to get out of bed and move to the couch because, if I remembered correctly, Jerry did not like to share a bed. Since it was his apartment and his bed and he was graciously letting stay with him until I could find a place of my own, moving to the couch was the least I could do. But I was comfy so I decided to wait and see what happened.
The first indication that I was mistaken about who had come in came when the bedroom door opened and I got a whiff of expensive perfume. Then a voice said, "Oh good, Love, I'm glad to see that you are back. I just put my husband on the 'redeye' for LA and the thought of going home and sleeping alone just depresses the hell out of me." As she spoke I could hear her moving toward the bed and I also heard the faint hiss of falling fabric and a soft 'plop' as clothes hit the floor. I know what you are going to say, "Stop miss! You have the wrong man!" Am I right? Sorry to disappoint, but I am an asshole and good card carrying assholes would never do that. Instead I just lay there silent as a mouse while the lady climbed onto the bed.
I couldn't wait to meet the woman who had gotten to my brother Jerry. Jerry, the one voted most likely to become a priest and devote himself to a silent order in a monastery somewhere; Jerry, the guy who gave you a dirty look if you swore in his presence; Jerry, the penultimate Eagle Scout - having a dalliance with a married woman? I just could not believe that six months in the city could have changed him that much. This just had to be a dream! But the warm body that curled up next to me was real, as was the hand that reached over my leg and came to rest on my rapidly hardening dick. "Oh my" said a soft feminine voice, "I guess you are glad to see me." I rolled onto my back and she immediately raised herself over me and lowered herself onto my cock.
When it was over, for the second time, she said to me, "Harold will be back tomorrow night and he wants to know if we can get it on for him." Now I found that to be an intriguing question. To me, with my perverted mind, she was asking me to fuck her while her husband watched. My oh my, what had my brother gotten himself into. If what I was thinking was right, there had been some major changes in Jerry. Jerry and I are identical twins, but those who know us can tell us apart very easily. We may look alike, but the similarity ends there. Jerry is a reserved, quiet guy with a very dry sense of humor and a studious nature - he never had anything smaller than an A minus from kindergarten through college. I am the complete opposite; loud, boisterous, outgoing, fun loving and I struggled every year just to pass to the next grade. My mother has always maintained the even though Jerry and I look alike, a mistake must have made at the hospital - I just had to be someone else's kid. All my father ever said was, "Jack - will you please stop upsetting your mother."
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