Then, one afternoon, I was jilling under my laptop (it's nice and warm under there when I'm watching videos) when found my first brother/sister sex we...site. It had videos, true stories of sex between siblings, pictures, a forum, just all kinds of things. And there were links to other sites also about brothers and their sisters.I watched them the rest of the afternoon, then again the next morning. It really turned me on. It's naughty and taboo, of course, that was certainly adding to the. Some one else is licking my back; I feel the slug like trail of saliva like a cold shiver. I realise I am on my knees. The woman in latex kneels before me, and with fascinated eyes, presses a finger into my mouth.The man behind me has pressed himself against my ass again and is gyrating his hips to the music. The woman in latex is watching him above my head. She is speaking to him but the only word I catch in the overpowering music is 'slut'.I am floating in the warm sea of sound. Around me,. The entire extended family came out. I hung up a few of the white gas lanterns and lit them as dusk was falling. Then I broke out a couple of bottles of my vodka stash and mixed it up with some Kool-Aid packs from the MREs that I'd saved. I made the punch pretty weak because they were all used to drinking stuff that was lightly fermented, usually just a few percent. This stuff was more like ten percent. I got plenty drunk. I sat on a log surrounded by my three adoring women, by another six that. "I'm a bit young for that yet." I said, a wave of relief washing over me."Hey-ho! Can't win them all." he said and minced out into the salon.Well that was a weird one. I thought that he had spotted that I was a transitioning transsexual, but no. He'd gone away thinking I was a lesbian instead. I wasn't sure which was worse. Was there a 'worse' and under the circumstances, did it matter?I suppose both were true and I certainly didn't like the idea of the 'little miss home maker', so I settled.