A question caught me by surprise-4

“Look at me Jack,” my twin said, her eyes blazing. “Just look at me.”

I gazed over every inch of her, taking in her fair beauty. I had seen
her in varying states of undress before, but this. This was magic. I
stood with her, pulling her into me. As our tongues snaked in each other’s
mouths, I allowed my hands to wander, gliding over the skin of her back.
Her hands reached for my waist, pulling my shirt up and over, forcing us to
break away for a moment as it stretched over my head.

I smiled to myself as my jeans hit the floor, thankful for once that I
had not bothered with a belt. I felt gooseflesh form on my backside,
realizing that my boxers had slid down as well. I stepped out of the denim
and cotton, Jennifer gently pulling me toward the bed.

Suddenly I was nervous. I had no misgivings about what I wanted to do,
but I had certain concerns about my skill, or lack thereof. I’d seen more
than my fair share of pornography since I’d discovered how to bypass my
parent’s browser settings, but it served to intimidate more than educate.