I was her first lesbian lover. I had to restrain myseld from letting my hands roam over this new girl's body although I could not help but mentally ab...orb all her features. As I lifted her legs gently onto the cot I found myself inclining my head in an exaggerated manner that was blatantly obvious of my intent: I wanted to smell another woman's vagina. I leaned in as close as shame would allow me and inhaled that wonderful perfume that was tainted by the prison soap. Such wild thought came. I am on the couch playing games on my phone, and she is on the other couch laying down watching a show. She asks me that do I want to eat. Not looking up, I say whatever she wants. She says what do you want to do. Again, not looking up from my phone, I say whatever you want to do. At this point she comes over without her shirt on, straddles me, takes the phone away and say, that will to be hard to do because I want to eat and do you. She grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into her. But, your friend walks over to you and removes your hand from the covers and slowly pulls the blanket back. He looks you right in the eyes and you are so fucking horny that you can't say anything, you just watch as he continues to pull the blanket slowly revealing your naked, beautiful hard cock. He looks right at it and starts to smile, looks back in your eyes and as you look right into his eyes, he lowers his mouth to your dick and gently takes just the tip into his mouth. He runs his tongue. In fact, we had not even been told of the other's existence. Mom had taken me at the divorce and my father had taken Wynter. I had not learned of this until my senior year in college. At a frat party I had totally used my sister as a fuck machine. She still didn't know that I was her brother. I was keeping it that way for awhile just for the fun of it. And besides, who knew, she might not give me anymore pussy. Unthinkable!Here's the next chapter of this little saga. After I graduated I moved.