Several weeks later, after the funeral and meetings with the insurance company and the transport company that the driver had worked for, Linda returne... to school. She owned her home free and clear and had a substantial trust fund set up in her name and administered by her neighbor. Still grieving and still in shock, she moved back into the dorm amidst all the rumors and stories about her making their way through the dorms and across the campus and started her collegiate indoctrination. Being. I pointed the tip at her hole, and pushed, she gasped, and asked me to be gentle. Spreading herself ever wider, I felt me penis slowly slip inside the tight opening. The head disappeared inside and she let go of her butt. Her muscles gripped my penis tightly, just where I had entered her, and there was a sensation of openness around the rest of my penis. She arched her back, and told me to start making love to her. I was slow, and gentle as I didn’t want to hurt her, but quickly she was pushing. "What do you think about it, Sis?" I ask, deflecting her question with a question of my own."You liked fucking her," she says."Yeah," I answer guardedly."I don't have any hold on you Brandon," she says matter-of-factly. "You can fuck whoever you want." But you'd rather I didn't?" I ask and get a long silence before she answers."I'd rather that you didn't want to fuck anyone but Kristina and I but if you want to fuck Alex it's okay," she says quietly."What makes Alex different than Kristina," I. She wasn't a terrible recruit either, she was just the biggest girl and they seemed to use her as a scapegoat every time the platoon got punished as a group. Even the other instructors used to make fun of her when we were eating or hanging out alone.But when I say the girls didn't like her, maybe I'm not emphasizing that enough. As the course went on and got tougher and tougher, they were harder on her. It degenerated to the point of blatant name-calling when she was right there. They called.