Kids Will Be Kids, And Boys Will Be Boys, And Girls Will Be Girls
The thing with my family is that there were twelve boy cousins, and only two girl cousins. I was the younger of the two. My older sister was among the first and she got away without having to service the boys, sorry 'serve' the boys. Yeah, sure they took her clothes off too, but she fought and more or less got her way. She was more developed and she hated it when the boys would smack her breasts and make them bounce. My breasts, or tits, were still pushing out so they were like two bumps on my chest. I liked having the boys play with my tits. my sister hated it, especially when they held her down and didn't let her move about.
There was this one punishment when we didn't serve them or do what they said. They called it 'bitch slapped', they took their dicks out and slapped our face. My sister screamed, but there was no one to hear her. It was about then that one of my cousins, decided to try out fucking her pussy from behind. He held her down with his hand on her neck and pushed his dick all the way in. And it went all the way in. He came in her. The only one that afternoon who understood what had just happened was her. She was going to be pregnant. Being pregnant really upset the apple cart. From then on they didn't leave us alone with the boys, we had to go to our mother's office after school and do our homework there.
I needed, and the word is 'needed' to have my tits touched, to be kissed and felt up. It was misery being at my mother's office. One day she caught me feeling myself up. At least you can't get pregnant with your finger. My sister never did get really big, she was small like I am, except more developed, and her tits got big and her nipples bigger. Like it or not, she was going to have to nurse that 'pup', that's what my father called her baby.
It was Christmas Ever and we were all at our grandmothers. My sister was about to pop, and I was helping serve the boys. One cousin took me back into one of the bedrooms and put me on the bed, and pulled my panties out from under me and showed me his hard dick. He asked me if I was ready. And he got on and did his best to make himself come across as a man. I liked it, like I liked it all when my tits were squeezed or my butt was slapped, or my face was 'bitch slapped'. I was a natural when it came to boys. After that I learned what 'servicing' him was. I didn't get pregnant, but that was luck or immaturity on his or my part.
My sister had a boy, and she had to lug him around, put him on her tit, change his diapers, and put him to bed and give him a bath. All those were 'mother' chores she had to do, sort of to teach her to keep her legs together next time. I should have learned, but I could not keep my legs together and I did get pregnant when I was sixteen.
Familywise, we got married when we got out of high school to the 'father' of the brat. I had a boy too, btw. All these years later I will disobey and get punished and 'bitch slapped' by my husband. We were regular little bitches and both of us had four kids before we learned 'where they came from'. My sister has bigger tits than me. My tits don't jiggle like hers. Her husband likes jiggly tits when she rides down on him. My husband hold me up by my tits and I lean onto him when I'm riding his dick up and down. We live side by side on lots that were carved out of the grandparents' farm. We share everything, being the only two girl cousins, and sisters at that.
Oh, I was reminded, we are country girls from up the mountains where the rivers run cold and apples are sweet. Fortunately for us, our kids are fifty fifty, four boys, four girls, two and two apiece. The girls were given a good talking to when they started to get wide in the hips and put on birth control, just in case.
