But like the guy in that sad story, my gender had been male to beginwith, and at the outset of everything that happened to me, I had beenbound and det...rmined to keep it that way.Only I hadn't. I'd changed, and willingly so. I was even cool about itnow. Left alone with my friends and on my best days, I rejoiced in it.Treated like shit and kicked around by the patriarchy and all that, Idefended it as best I could.My big sister Emily and I talked about it a couple of times that summerwhen she came. Meray patti nay baray payar say meray moo say apna aor meri behan ka pani chaata aor mujhay kuttia ki tarah lita kar meri garam gaand main apni ungli chaat kar daldi. Phir us nay meri gaand say apni ungli nakaal kar chaati aor dobara teen unglian maray andhar daal deen. Meri gaand ko apni unglion say khhula karnay kay baad meray patti nay apna lund meri gaand kay andhar bari deeruj kay saath daal dia. Meri behan meray neechay late kar meri choot ko choosnay lagi. Meri gaand pehlay hi meri choot. This shocked Fred and he said he had never shown his cock to another women,she replied that it was ok as she had seen it before."how" said a shocked Fred"yesterday and today" she replied"when" asked Fred"yesterday when you sat there and also in the mirror over there and the same again today" was the replyThis only got Fred even more excited.But he said he was not sure it was proper for him to xpose himself and did not want her shouting "****" or any thing like that.She assured him it would be. In hindsight why was she trying to deprive herself of all that pleasure? In fact, she was starting to have deep cravings for more of it, almost like she had gone without it for months on end, which made no sense to her. Her pussy ached for more black cock and it was wet inside, and not from the shower either. After one night she was hooked.Vicky found an extra robe hanging on the back of the door and put it on and left the bathroom. She looked at the clock and realized that she was in there for.