I'm Asked To Join Them In Bed, Nothing Kinki, Missionary Only

My life wasn't the best. My father was a police officer, and an alcoholic. He shot someone under the influence and was fired, and lost his pension. We lived in a small town where every one knows every one. He couldn't get another job. He went to AA and tried to get certified as a welder, but he didn't overcome his addiction and failed his certification. My mother took a jib as a seamstress in a wedding and prom dress shop. My sister and I had to work for her, family doesn't get investigated for child labor or not getting paid. Within two years we were out of our house, the car was repossessed, my father became violent, we worked after school sometimes till midnight.

I managed to finish high school and 'left', ran away. I went to live with a cousin who was married and was the nanny so she could save on childcare. I didn't get paid, other than the couch and meals. To make money I babysat nights. The husband got me 'in trouble'. He denied it, but his wife eventually accepted it, subject to a DNA test, which I had to pay for. If the test proved me right I would be reimbursed. He would then agree to child support.

To be honest, I never contemplated an abortion. I never contemplated an adoption. I wanted my baby, I dreamt of a girl, fixing dinner waiting for daddy to come home after work. My fantasies were real to me. Real life would prove me wrong. For one I had a boy, the DNA supported me, but child support was nowhere enough.

I was on public relief. My son was on his insurance, but I had no contact with him. I only talk to his wife. I'm a good worker, but I can't afford child care. I live with my cousin, my son in my room with me. She's generous, but I'm dependent. Believe me when I say the topic of being a wife to him is a weekly discussion with my cousin. He shouldn't have to support me, and get nothing back. Her argument is always the same, he supports me and my son, I'm young and obviously fertile. And he's used to me by now. We need the room for the children.

I confess that he had sex with me right after I got there, sort of a welcome present. My offside behavior upset him, but I can make it right to him, by moving in with him and my cousin. She bought me a pillow she keeps on her bed waiting for me, conveniently in the middle. She threatened to move all my underwear into her dresser with hers. It's now or never, I'm too young for this decision.