It used to make me wet down there always, my hands used to wander into my pussy and I used to gently feel and rub my pussy, imagining my fingers to be...that of my brothers. Those days to access internet one had to visit a cybercafé and being a girl it was very difficult to search for sex sites and to learn things about sex, somehow managed to get a book on sex from one of my classmates(name I am forgetting) that book was good with lots of erotic stories and few dealing with incest stories too….. " She paused, and then her grin turned delighted. "Don't worry, honey, you'll learn to love it! I certainly do!"Did I have a choice? I'd made my choice. She stood there waiting, grinning broadly for the first time since she'd seen those pictures of me hunched over Sheila's ecstatic body. I'd be glad when the two months were over, I decided, but until then I was Cynthia's to do with as she wished. I turned and headed for the bathroom.ii.A month later I was something resembling a cute, sprightly. I thought I saw water. Two minutes later we were standing on the shore of Bonfield Lake. The girls arrived about ten minutes behind us. Bonfield Lake looked to be about 300 yards across. We loaded the packs and pushed out into the lake. I took around three strokes and we were on the other side.We repeated the process for the next portage. Only one more portage and we were done. We paddled up Wright Lake, around the point and down the other side of the lake. We reached the last portage after a. She closed her eyes, and loosened her muscles with deep relaxing thoughts. Her thick legs fell to the sides, and again made her aware of her shameful public lust. The black legging clung to her skin emphasizing every ripple on her thick calves. Every hill of her stout thighs rounded out beautifully. All led up to a perfect juicy cushion of flesh between her legs. She delved into fantasy again. As strange as it may seem, this time it was about herself. She gazed fourth at the black mound.