That was something else I learned in the army. ‘Tony, take my car and drive Sal home. Then come to the house. I will ride with Robin to show her the...way,’ I was giving orders just like my First Sergeant. Tony lived across the street from me and he could get home after dropping my car off. If Robin hadn’t already won my heart, she did with her next question. ‘Would you like to drive, since you know the way?’ I was in heaven. A beautiful car to drive and a beautiful woman next to me. It couldn’t. Add in biological and cultural quirks and this Alternate Sex Culture could get even stranger.So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to have one feature in common. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered niche or ignored entirely.Beyond that, there's a lot of possibilities! Specify your culture with these tags for convenience:Act: Which act is the new "fucking?" It could be. I am bigger than mom and hence held her in my arms instead. She was in a good polyester saree, and I later found she wore blouse without a bra inside. She’ seldom wear panties. All her panties are fresh and beautiful. I love her clothes; sarees, panties and bras. I kept a hand under her breast and fondled it. ‘Shashank, I have heard my friends talking about incest stories put up in the net, is it true?’ She asked me.‘Yes mom I have read them a lot’, I said.She hit me a few times on my shoulders. Imagining again our time on the beach caused me to consider skipping any further conversation for the night and take him to bed. Whatever conflict was between us could wait until the morning, I thought. Scott may have been thinking the same thing, but instead of acting on it, he stood up, carried our plates to the sink and rinsed them off. Wiping his hands on a towel, he said, ‘Let’s go out to the boat.’ Still on the floor, I turned my body towards him and asked, ‘Now? In the dark?’ He gave.