The small sparkles that jumped from her touch broke my resistance. My eyes blurred. My heart beat like mad in my chest. I was terrified that she was o...ly playing with me and that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. My fingers, having their own mind, fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, and then it slid down my arms and laid my bra-covered C-cups bare to her eyes. “Good girl,” she whispered, and the small hairs on my skin stood up. “Now the rest.” I couldn’t. My hands trembled too. “Well, since we all are here and it’s now out in the open what’s happened……” She paused for a while looking at us both “Why don’t we have that threesome that all of us want to try” I didn’t say a word, but Julie looked dumbstruck. She said back “How can we have a threesome, you’re my sister!!” in a quite aggressive tone. Milly said back “But we all want to do it, and well were all here. Plus sis, I kind of think it’s kinky to do it with your sister” Julie still looked dumbstruck. I don’t think. Tonight I am feminine and I may be tomorrow, or in an hour I may be a dyke again.’ She sipped from a long-stemmed glass. ‘Sometimes, I am both.’ To my astonishment she placed her hand to her crotch and squeezed the dress to reveal the unmistakable shape of a dildo. ‘I am always a woman though.’ ‘Why did you send her to bed?’ ‘Because I am going to fuck you first, then we both will.’ In view of my state of undress it seemed ridiculous to ask her how she knew I would allow that. So, instead of. Bucking hay had given him a chiseled wiry build and prematurely tough hands were his token for that. He had a dry sense of humor and philosophically we hit it off great from the get-go. He loved pranks and didn’t have the fear that I had for the bosses. There was a confidence about him that I certainly lacked but admired. I always thought that he was the kid that I wished I was because I’d always wanted to be more like my older cousins working in the hop yards and their sense of independence.