" Jenny paused and looked up at the sky, still sniffling. Then she continued. "It's so confusing... am I dominant or submissive... have I become a slu...... or am I just blossoming... who am I really?" Jenny, we all lead several lives. WE are the only ones that really, really know what goes on inside our own heads. I think everyone would be surprised if they learned the secret thoughts of their friends and families. As far as being submissive or dominant, the fact is I think most people are both. With my eyes tightly screwed shutI opened the door, entered and stood there blindly with my arms extended.Aunty Bev let out a little giggle then minced over to me and presentedher back to my outstretched fingers."Just try and undo this tangle here," she instructed as she led myoutstretched fingers to the knot.I fiddled ineffectively for a few seconds then gave up. "It's no goodaunty, I can't see. I'll have to open my eyes." Oh go on then. You'll only see my back."Once able to see, I quickly. .Actually, you said her name was Becca," dad says, making me frownin confusion. "Then a few weeks later, suddenly 'Becca' became'Kayla'." Oh- oh god, I did, didn't I?" I moan."Didn't think anything of it at first," dad shrugs. "When your brotherswere nineteen they went through what seemed like a new girl every week,we had no idea to suspect that you were any different. But, of course,you WERE different, and the whole 'Becca/Kayla' thing got pushed to theback of my mind... But looking at it now,. She always wore skirts so I moved around and started caressing her leg from her ankle and moved up underneath her skirt. She wiggled a little as I reached her thigh and I didn’t know if it was from being ticklish or trying to object. “Fair is fair,” I demanded and pushed her thighs apart with my finger. When I rubbed her little mound through her panties she fastened her mouth on mine again but didn’t take her hand off of my rod until my finger had rubbed her to an orgasm.“I know we are having.