I'm Jack, and Charlotte is my seventeen-year-old twin. Obviously, we're not identical twins, yet we are remarkably alike in appearance, so much so that, from behind, it is sometimes difficult for strangers to tell us apart, my long hair undoubtedly aiding this confusion. It might be thought that being so similar in how we look, we might be closely matched in temperament, but nothing could be further from the truth. Charlo...

With me still wearing my twin sister's jism-filled panties, we went downstairs and joined our mother, helping to unpack her shopping, and then peeled the vegetables for dinner. If my mother thought I was standing strangely, keeping my distance from her, and was unusually quiet, she was too busy to comment. But it was a relief when the smell of curry spices permeated the air. With George away at college, it was just the th...