His scent comes to me again and I know. I say nothing, it is not for me to speak and he does not choose to speak. But now both of us know what only he... knows before.In our next hunt I make error. When the food is there and I call to him to begin striking, I call him by his true name. He stops immediately and I must finish the hunt alone. I strike often and I do not stop to eat, but it is still a bad hunt. We will have to hunt again soon.Afterwards he eats little, and then he comes near me. I see. The return address was China. I wasn’t expecting anything from China so I was suspicious and cautious when I opened the envelope. To my surprise it contained a very small sheer g-string bikini and top. It was so small that all the fabric combined barely covered the palm of my hand. And it was so sheer, it was made of a fine mesh, that I could see my skin through it. Holding the bikini top up to my boobs, it seemed like the triangles were so small that they barely covered my aureole, let alone. I had not realized he was staring across at me, he held my sister by her hair as he thrust away merrily into her open mouth. I was focused on his cock sliding in and out and he saw that.'Come over Mum', I was shocked as if he had been reading my thoughts, the whole sordid act had blurred the family ties bit, suddenly it was about sex and two women, sisters performing with a same man, I found myself drawn as I went over and sat beside her, the smell of the sex, her perfume and the noises. "Mom, I'm not interested in boys. I never have been. I like girls. I've finally realized it."Mom took it in stride. I think, subconsciously, she knew the truth all along. "Well then," she said, "have you met any pretty girls in college?" Lots," I said, "but the problem is that I don't know if they feel about me like I might feel about them. I did hear some exciting news, though. My friend Alexandra, the one who had to move freshman year of high school because her parents got divorced, is.