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I turned twenty-one in the spring of my junior year of college, in 1969, and I could at last live off-campus. I had so many fails and drops I had to go to summer school to graduate on time and I couldn’t wait to get out of the dorms. A guy from my hometown, Ron, shared an old rundown hippie house with three roommates and they needed a replacement for the summer so I moved in. When he didn’t return that fall I stayed. I was having an affair with my sister Ellie, nineteen, and I was looking forward to being with her again. I had planned on having my own place but I liked the house and I told Ron and Phil and Brad she hated dorm life and might spend the night sometimes. One Saturday afternoon the three of them went to a football game and Ellie and I got naked. I’m six feet tall and have a tiny tail and she was five nine and pretty though not sexy-looking. We had the same dark brown hair and green escort eyes and she had very small breasts, a cute butt, and an extremely hairy bush that covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. Even her asshole was hairy. We sixty-nined with her sitting on my face and then screwed doggie-style while she masturbated and when the moment arrived I reamed my pecker up her back door and we both came super hard. When we’d recovered and got dressed we went to the kitchen and found Ron’s girlfriend Becky sitting at the table trying to study and looking very uncomfortable. I know it doesn’t make sense but there were no locks on the bedroom doors and it was easier to hear if someone came home if the door was open a few inches. I knew my roomies had left but I didn’t know Becky had spent the night and was still there. We’d obviously been caught. It would be bad enough if she bayan escort told Ron and he told Phil and Brad, but if Ron told anyone in our small hometown that Ellie and I were fucking the whole town would know. This was the sixties and people were questioning everything. Ellie and I felt the taboo against what we were doing was about having babies and not about lovemaking and she was safely on the pill. Phil sometimes dated a black girl, Brenda, and they couldn’t be seen together in public because the only black guys in town and on campus were jocks and they would beat the crap out of him but they were open about being lovers around the house. And sometimes an old high school teacher of Brad’s would visit and I was pretty sure Brad was taking it up the butt. I could tell Becky had talked because everyone’s attitude toward me changed but no one said anything and Ellie and escort bayan I quit being so secretive. After a couple weeks we even took showers together in the morning and no one said a word about it. One Saturday Ellie asked me if I would like to go out with Brenda. She had a pretty face with big dark eyes and very full lips, big boobs and a round behind and a thick waist, though she wasn’t at all fat. I assumed it was a hypothetical question and I said I would love to fuck Brenda. Ellie said Brenda wanted to date me and she wanted to date Phil. I was kinda hurt by that; I felt it was probably because Phil’s cock was a lot bigger than my pitiful three inches, but I really did want to fuck Brenda, especially between her big tits. That night Brenda came over and we sat side-by-side on the living room floor while Ellie sat on the couch between Phil and Brad. After some pot and wine I was shocked when the three of them went to Phil’s room. Brenda could tell I was upset but she told me not to worry, she had done it with Phil and Brad and they were very nice about it. She was twenty-three, two years older than me but only a sophomore.

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