Mike laughed quietly, "We're a couple of pervs huh? Peeking at your sib and all."
I reached out and stroked his thigh, "It's not like we can date or do normal stuff."
"Yeah," he replied, "It's tough."
I got his hint. The twin thing, "I touch myself, a lot. It helps."
His thigh twitched under my fingers. In the dim moonlight coming through the window I could see that the bulge in his briefs was getting larger.
"Me too. I know you know. I've heard you too."
I moved my hand under the sheet. My n****e was hard and long. I slipped my hand lower, between my legs. I was wet. My brother was turning me on. How bad am I?
"Mike, we do what we have to, right? Mom said it was normal and all."
He laughed and his hand moved to my shoulder, uncovered by the sheet, his fingers under the edge, "Yeah
