One Of Many, I Unapologetically Believe We Are Here To Conceive

My home life was typical of the town we lived in. My father took a wife and she had six children. We lived in a two bedroom house, and all six children shared a bedroom. One bathroom. We lived in close quarters, and everyone had a turn, the girls showered at night and the men and boys in the morning, because males take shorter showers. In our house there was separation of labor, all the women stuff was for us womens, and the men stuff was for them mens. At the age of three you were pretty much drafted. I have two brothers, and they slept in a bunks that my father installed on the wall, the four girls shared two beds. Forget about modesty and nudity, everyone got dressed or undressed in front of everybody. We saw boy penises and their penis when it got hard and they masturbated. As womens we were well aware of what awaited us, a man and six children. You keep a man happy, cooking home cooked meals and sucking them to sleep in the evening. Sex was called copulation, and we womens were made for it, wide hips to support a man on top of you, and to carry babies. Bazoongas for men to play with, and feed babies. German American Stock. We were born to fuck.

At seventeen I went overseas on an exchange program. To a house with a bedroom for each offspring, and a bedroom for me as the guest with my own bathroom. There were maids to make the beds, and set the table. The 'ladies' had other duties, being soft and vulnerable, wearing silk panties and having a lady who came over every week to do their nails. These womens were born for other things, maybe, just maybe one or at most two children, a second 'wife' in a second 'home' had the other four or six babies. They did not breast feed, a 'wet' nurse was employed, lest their breast sag. And the girls were kept far away from the men folk. No girl had ever seen a penis, much less a hard one. They did not comprehend 'copulation', that was never going to happen to them. When pressed, where do you think babies come from? that was a taboo subject, you don't talk about that.

This was the world I was sent to. I was as most all of us were at seventeen, still a virgin. If a boy 'touched' you, he married you and the boys were generally too young to support a productive wife and six children. The older brother came home at Easter, he had a hard dick, and a female in the house that wasn't his sister. He 'lay' on me. And no, I wasn't planning on being pregnant, but nature provides for pregnancy when you copulate with a male. His seed took root, and I was now family. My German American hips, and breasts. And they with their small hips and little girl breasts. I told them, my new sisters, what it was for a hard dick to enter you. For the seed of man to take root inside of you. For my breasts to grow sensitive. For my pregnant belly to grow larger, for them to lay their cheek on my baby and listen to their niece or nephew. I did not hold back, the only place a man's hard dick belongs, was in their pussy. Where I grew up a man didn't have a second 'wife' to bear his children, the WIFE bore his children, all six of them.

Yes, I was impatient. As they were they lived in a little girl world. When it came time for my baby, I spread my legs wide open, and they watched the baby come. They each held the infant, still tied to his umbilical. They too would have babies, and if I had anything to do with it, six each. Born to conceive. Then conceive. Four girls and by the time they were thirty each had four children. Hadn't their mother had five children, one boy and four sisters? And yes, she grew up on a farm. But they were city girls of high society. But they had the equipment, the pussy, the tits and the belly. Born to conceive, that's what we were told growing up and that's what I told them. And my Sisters in Law conceived, as it was meant for them.