Accidental Lesbian

I grew up in a close knit family. Among the twelve cousins there were two girls. My older cousin went to college in Northeast, an art school. There she met a girl, and her trouble started. She ran away with this girl, to a family member who lived in South America. I was fourteen, but I was in the room when the decision was made to go get her. Her mother and my mother. I was told to keep my father and brother fed and cared for. That's why I was in the room.

My mother was gone for a week. When she came home, my cousin was upset and didn't talk to anyone. I overheard my mother tell my father 'she was sleeping with that girl'. I suppose I should have out two and two together, but I didn't.

My cousin went to work for her mother, not returning to college. I turned sixteen and the family had a birthday dinner. After dinner, the women picked up, cleared the table, got the desert and coffee. My cousin asked me if I had been kissed, you know the 'sixteen and never been kissed' thing. She asked me, if I ever thought about kissing a girl.

She told me she only kissed girls.

From then on my cousin talked to me, told me about running away with that girl. My cousin was explicit, how girls kissed. She described oral sex with details I had never heard about. She offered. I accepted. That's all it took.

I don't really believe I'm a lesbian, but I believe my cousin is one. I like it, but I'm not one.

I'm now out on my own living in Portland. Lots of girls, all ages, shapes and sizes. It's a 'crap shoot'. Ever since I played sex with my cousin, I need a girls to get happy with. Guys bore me.