Sixteen And Pregnant

When I was thirteen, my sister fifteen, we were sent to live with our Mom's sister. My mother was an alcoholic, our father left us, and she had us taken away from her for neglect. Our aunt was married to Ralph who was a Highway maintenance supervisor. My aunt was a homemaker with a twelve year old boy, from when she was in high school.

We shared the hall bathroom with him. Our uncle had taken all the locks off interior doors. The little shit waited till we were on the toilet to open the door on us. If we were brushing our teeth he walked in to pee. A tiny red perfect little penis. I loved sucking it.

One day on the couch he asked me if it was true that girls were like ducks, we just had one hole for everything. I showed the little shit what a pussy really looked like. All three holes, and which one was for his penis. As he got older, he rubbed himself against me. My sister was a real little homemaker. I was the baby sitter. His little penis, so hard and so smooth, it felt so goid to suck it.

He grew a bigger and bigger penis, and I let him put it in the hole made for his penis. So warm, so hard, so delicious. But he grew too tall, too strong, and he put his penis in when I didn't want it. He was fifteen, I was sixteen when he got uncontrollable, it scared me, he didn't respond to any warnings, my sister couldn't pull him off me. With no preamble he came, and came, and came in me.

At least it was family, not some anybody. My mother behaved herself the day she got permission to see us and meet her grandbaby. My father never knew about his grandson until he was seven going to the second grade.