I Am Still A Lesbian Even After Forty Years Of Being Married

I am the older of two girls. My father made me wait to go to college until my sister graduated so we would be together. My life was academic, and my social group were academics. My sister was sports girl and her social group were fitness and body worship types. My sister wasn't one of those girls that gets pictured in magazines, but she was fit and certain type of boys like that.

When we were in college we lived in off campus housing. An apartment that was already fifty years old. It was cheap, and we had to ride the bus to get to and from school. To cut expenses my sister suggested that we share a room and get a roommate. That's how Alicia came to live with us. She was a graduate student from Venezuela. Tall for us, and very bossy. It was evident from the first week she was there that she liked my sister, she was into fit and athletic girls. My sister rejected her, period. My sister's preferences were older guys with beards who could dominate her.

That left me in the middle. One day Alicia came into the bathroom with me. I was brushing my teeth after my shower, wrapped in a towel. She pushed her clothes off and stood naked and asked me if I liked girls like her, or what kind of girls I liked. She sat on the toilet and peed in front of me. I tried to leave but she grabbed at my towel and tore it off so that I was naked. The bathroom was small in that apartment and she grabbed me and pulled me to her. She told me she was going to eat me and for me to stand and not try to get away. After a minute of two she said she wanted to eat me with my legs open and she opened the door and we both went out naked to her room and she ate me on her bed. After she had enough she told me I had to eat her in return, that way we were going to be girlfriends.

When I saw my sister again I told her what had happened. Well maybe you're a lesbian and liked it, since you don't like boys or men. I moved into Alicia's room with her. Alicia was very extroverted about being a lesbian and she was on me at any and all times, and she liked to force me to kiss or she would grab me by my boobs in front of my sister. To me it was embarrassing, and I already felt guilty because I was sleeping with her. She graduated when we were juniors and she wanted me to move to Venezuela with her.

During the summer I convinced my parents to go to Venezuela for a week. While I was there my sister told my parents that we had been lesbians and had slept together and that Alicia wanted me there. My mother and her sister came to Venezuela and forced me to return with them. I went back for my senior year at college and my mother told my sister to get me a boyfriend and put an end to my behavior.

My sister had been dating this graduate doctorate candidate and she was sleeping with him. He had a friend and my sister told him that if he wanted he could have sex with me. But to make sure, because I was going to fight him so he had to control me. My sister's boyfriend and his friend came to our apartment. After eating pizza and some beers and watching television, my sister went back to the room and came out naked. She called to her boyfriend, to come and fuck her. She told his friend to go ahead and fuck me, I needed it. She turned and told him to fuck me and mean it, he had to get rid of my bad habit.

While my sister was with her boyfriend in her room with the door open he was on top of me in the living room. He had ripped my shirt off and unhitched my bra and was sucking hard on my nipples, while his hand was inside my pants. He kneeled to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down, and grabbed at my waist to undo my belt and unzip my jeans. I went cold, like a board, I didn't say anything. He did what he did but I didn't participate. When he finished he called me name, which in English means bitch. My sister was standing there, still naked and told him I was a lesbian.

I had to marry him. My sister married her boyfriend. We lived together in the same house for five years, until he forced me to get pregnant. Then we moved to a house where we lived for fifteen years until we moved to the house where we live in now. I had a son and daughter and my sister has two daughters. We are both still married.

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