I Got Pregnant On The 4th Of July At 17

Just some words about my experience. I'm one of five sisters, my biological father died when I was nine. My mother needed a man to support her, and us and she got involved with an older man at her office. She was 32 and he was divorced and 48. Things changed a lot for us, we moved into another house, school, friends. It seemed like I was nine then I was 17.

Why what happened happened no one really knows. It just happened. We went to a 4th of July pool party, we was my friend from school. We wore these very skimpy, tiny string 4th of July bikinis. We were still thinking we were kids, the fact that we had real breasts barely held in place by our tops, a woman ass in a thong, cheeks out in the open. The men didn't see us as high school kids, they saw us as potential prey.

One man asked if we wanted to go sailing. Why not? So we agreed. Out on the bay our tops were taken off, our thongs pulled up into a wedgie between our legs, laid back across the cushions in the cabin the men did what men do with young women. We returned to the party, embarrassed that our tits hung out and our ass was out in the open. We went home to think about what happened.

We were young and we went to my mother. What was done was done, now the pregnancy watch began. We waited every day for signs of our periods, but that didn't come. The men agreed to pay for the pregnancy care, to provide child support, to be 'active' Dads. We were teenage mothers. At home, we had mothers, sisters to help with the babies. We took alternative home schooling our senior year.

The men 'suffered' the embarrassment of getting us pregnant, I wasn't aware a high five was a sign their friends disapproved of them taking us sailing. In the bottom of my drawer is my 4th of July micro bikini, this year I'm going to a barbeque with my daughter, in her 4th of July dress and I'm wearing white pants and a US flag top. We are going to her Dad' s house.