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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 31
I live with my brother and we live as man and wife. But first some backstory.
We are the offspring of two mothers, so at best we only share half our DNA. Our mothers met in college in their freshman year and found out that sleeping together was a whole lot better than sleeping alone. I suppose that in the mid eighties girls just didn't come out and say they were gay and that they sucked pussy, but it turned out that our mothers were really gay, for real lesbians.
A couple of blocks from the college where they attended was a sperm bank and the male students would sell their sperm. It was kind of a joke and I mean, what boy with all the girls around him would go jack off in jar and sell his sperm. But some boys were hard up for cash and I imagine others were hard up for girls. In any event, in our mother's sophomore year the two girls went and did something stupid. They went to the sperm bank and asked to be made pregnant. They gave their specifications, in those days interracial was not accepted, and they wanted sperm from a male with higher education. The two girls were inseminated and they both became pregnant and nine months and a bit later, my mother gave birth to a girl and my other mother gave birth to a boy.
Two new mothers making it alone was hard, and they hooked up with a man who gave them room and board in return for housekeeping and stuff. They were upfront about their proclivity, they didn't do dick and he was ok with that. Doesn't mean he didn't try giving them dick, because they both had to fight him off and although we have been told that he never got into their pants, why are they still close with him? Or better said, why is he still close with them, I can tell you that he does not pleasure himself.
My brother and I grew up and shared a room until we were eight. We got separated because I started to suck his pipi. Sure he liked it, he gave me his pipi and I sucked it, but I liked it, I love giving him head and I liked it just as much when I was seven and eight.
At twelve, we were messing around on his bed, grabbing and rubbing and he was humping me on my stomach, and I got him off, took of my pants and opened my legs and we had intercourse, full blown intercourse with male ejaculation in my vagina. That he liked, he liked ejaculating with intercourse so we just kept on doing it. Well being a female in transition, I got sort of pregnant. I say sort of, because I did get pregnant but I had miscarriage.
This was a problem, the end result was that I was put on the pill, this was in 1998, supposedly to regulate my periods, but really because I was going to my brother's room and sleeping with him and having intercourse.
In college we rented an apartment and I took up serious wife duties at that time. I told everyone I was his wife, and I lived up to it. I got a lot of shit from other women students, because I was into the Suzy homemaker thing, I love to cook and I get more pleasure out of taking care of him that I do from anything else. I know that none of the women I met at college knew that I had been sleeping with him since I was 12 and I was pregnant early on. I guess the idea of wanting to iron his clothes and fix him dinner just went against the grain. It didn't matter, that is what I want to do.
We are 31 now. I am a stay at home wife with a two year old. My brother works for a large construction company, he is a civil engineer and he has his MBA (thanks to our hero 'dad' who has looked after our mothers all these years). I have a bachelor's degree in communication. I just never got the bug to be academically inclined.
Back when it was important to get married we went to Mexico and got married., We have different last names because our mother's have different last names and for fathers we filled out 'unknown'. I am his wife, we have a two year old as normal as normal can be, and we are looking forward to adding a new baby next year.
Somewhere in our growing up years we became permanently attached. Our mother's go with the flow, not that there is much else for them to do, and our particular history is really known only by a few people. We have never tested whether there was one donor or two donors, I have always believed that our mother's, inseminated the same day with sperm from the same bank, they were inseminated by one DNA. My brother and I are just too much alike.
We are the offspring of two mothers, so at best we only share half our DNA. Our mothers met in college in their freshman year and found out that sleeping together was a whole lot better than sleeping alone. I suppose that in the mid eighties girls just didn't come out and say they were gay and that they sucked pussy, but it turned out that our mothers were really gay, for real lesbians.
A couple of blocks from the college where they attended was a sperm bank and the male students would sell their sperm. It was kind of a joke and I mean, what boy with all the girls around him would go jack off in jar and sell his sperm. But some boys were hard up for cash and I imagine others were hard up for girls. In any event, in our mother's sophomore year the two girls went and did something stupid. They went to the sperm bank and asked to be made pregnant. They gave their specifications, in those days interracial was not accepted, and they wanted sperm from a male with higher education. The two girls were inseminated and they both became pregnant and nine months and a bit later, my mother gave birth to a girl and my other mother gave birth to a boy.
Two new mothers making it alone was hard, and they hooked up with a man who gave them room and board in return for housekeeping and stuff. They were upfront about their proclivity, they didn't do dick and he was ok with that. Doesn't mean he didn't try giving them dick, because they both had to fight him off and although we have been told that he never got into their pants, why are they still close with him? Or better said, why is he still close with them, I can tell you that he does not pleasure himself.
My brother and I grew up and shared a room until we were eight. We got separated because I started to suck his pipi. Sure he liked it, he gave me his pipi and I sucked it, but I liked it, I love giving him head and I liked it just as much when I was seven and eight.
At twelve, we were messing around on his bed, grabbing and rubbing and he was humping me on my stomach, and I got him off, took of my pants and opened my legs and we had intercourse, full blown intercourse with male ejaculation in my vagina. That he liked, he liked ejaculating with intercourse so we just kept on doing it. Well being a female in transition, I got sort of pregnant. I say sort of, because I did get pregnant but I had miscarriage.
This was a problem, the end result was that I was put on the pill, this was in 1998, supposedly to regulate my periods, but really because I was going to my brother's room and sleeping with him and having intercourse.
In college we rented an apartment and I took up serious wife duties at that time. I told everyone I was his wife, and I lived up to it. I got a lot of shit from other women students, because I was into the Suzy homemaker thing, I love to cook and I get more pleasure out of taking care of him that I do from anything else. I know that none of the women I met at college knew that I had been sleeping with him since I was 12 and I was pregnant early on. I guess the idea of wanting to iron his clothes and fix him dinner just went against the grain. It didn't matter, that is what I want to do.
We are 31 now. I am a stay at home wife with a two year old. My brother works for a large construction company, he is a civil engineer and he has his MBA (thanks to our hero 'dad' who has looked after our mothers all these years). I have a bachelor's degree in communication. I just never got the bug to be academically inclined.
Back when it was important to get married we went to Mexico and got married., We have different last names because our mother's have different last names and for fathers we filled out 'unknown'. I am his wife, we have a two year old as normal as normal can be, and we are looking forward to adding a new baby next year.
Somewhere in our growing up years we became permanently attached. Our mother's go with the flow, not that there is much else for them to do, and our particular history is really known only by a few people. We have never tested whether there was one donor or two donors, I have always believed that our mother's, inseminated the same day with sperm from the same bank, they were inseminated by one DNA. My brother and I are just too much alike.
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