I looked up, further comprehending what she had just said. I do too. I would be making children. With my mother.I couldn’t help my reaction. Already...erect, my cock jerked behind Zuri’s hip, becoming even harder. I groaned softly at the sensation, hugging my sister. I could smell her arousal, a sweet spiced musk.Feeling me grow at her back, Zuri smiled. “Yes.”Her eyes serious, Mother looked at her. “Yes, what?”“Yes, I want babies.” My sister reached back, hands stroking my thighs. “Right. To finish my face she applied thick red lipstick topped with sleekand shiny lip gloss. I felt my cock begin to harden again as I looked inthe mirror while Kate began to style my already long hair. She took herhair crimpers and gave me crisp little curls that cascaded around myshoulders."You're going to make such a hot little slut for me tonight," she told meas she opened her wardrobe and removed a little pink cocktail dress thatshe rarely wore as we both considered it a little too revealing to. I felt good about tonight. After we consumed our drinks, we began dancing innocently and playfully at first. Then our dancing became freaky. The more we danced, the bolder I got. I began feeling her up as if she was my girlfriend. I squeezed her ass, and played with her tits. I heard Rosita chuckled and moaned softly. We engaged in a nice French kiss, which had me feeling as if pyro was going off in my head. Rosita whispered in my ear, ‘Do you want to get out of here and do something?’ ‘Yes,’ I. .. and began another new humiliating nemesis, bed wetting. In elementary and middle school I had been something of a leader, but now I either deferred to others or just kept entirely to myself. Instead of playing or doing things, I preferred to just keep to myself, being alone ... preferably with a book to read.I've occasionally joked in private to my co-workers that if I hadn't discovered the wonders of statistics in college that I'd have probably eventually killed myself. Here and now, that.