” I’d never done that before but before I could get over the shock of what he had said, his other hand had pinched one of my nipples and my mouth...opened to say ouch. The fingers were in before I had time to think. It was overpowering, the sensation of being used, the smell and taste of sun oil and my arsehole at the same time, and his other hand still pulling my nipple up and twisting it. I was struggling against the pain, wallowing in being such a used object and salivating at the strange. I changed in my guest room.The Smith pool was large enough for comfortable laps. I needed to think, and the pool helped. I was resting on the edge facing the house when Rachel came out.She had on a yellow bikini (not THE yellow bikini).She was walking towards me, so I got the full effect. The bikini covered more than enough to be modest, but it had metal links joining different portions. There were three metal rings between the breast cups, and links on each hip joining the front and back of. And now here she was, her hands shaking and body shivering, about to lose all that she had gained.Grudgingly, Harvey took her hand and tried to comfort her. "It's all right, Jean. It'll be okay."Jean hugged her brother, and Harvey hugged back. "I'll tell him if you really want me too, Harvey. I can't keep hurting you like this."Harvey held her tighter. "It's all right Jean. I'll be Christina for a little while longer. You tell him when you're ready. Just remember, I'd rather it be sooner than. Just like old times. We could ride down on your motorcycle and make a weekend of it.””Okay, okay, ” I caved, ”just let me clear it with my wife first.””I knew I could count on you,” she squealed as she hugged me. ”I promise it will be fun.”Betty and I are first cousins and best friends. I can't remember ever not knowing her. We grew up on the same family property. We shared the same chores. We went to school together, even had the same classes. Betty was always a beauty: Long chestnut curls;.