Then I pulled the dress over my head. Thefirst dress I'd worn in my life. Finally, I put on the sandals. (This isAustralia, where Christmas is in the ...ummer).There was no mirror in my room, so I went into the bathroom to check myselfout. I looked truly ridiculous. A 15 year old boy in a red dress.Even though somehow I knew I had to show faith, I decided to first show myyounger sister. If she laughed at me, perhaps I could pretend it was a joke,or an elf suit.I knocked on her door. "Merry. Women, nude and shoulder to shoulder, surrounded the perimeter. They had no faces. They were blank. Emotionless. Soulless. I was excited, but frightened. Thirteen of them, backs to the darkness. They all reached out to me, arms wanting to hold, to have, to be taken. Behind them, the darkness stirred. Everything smelled like vanilla.Blueberries. Blueberry muffins. I awoke smelling blueberry muffins. I didn't remember baking them, but I did bake them from time to time. Running water. The shower.. I was busy in the vegetable garden pulling weeds and thinning out some of the plants. Sara was ‘helping’ me. Of course, that meant I was watching what Sara was reaching for more than what I was doing, but it was a constant effort to make sure she was reaching for a weed and not a good plant. But, I was too slow and she had a carrot hanging from her hand. She was just staring at it and finally looked to me, “This carrot, huh?”“Yes, dear. That’s a carrot. Those we want to leave in the ground and. Could not hold back anymore and attempted to pull out before it was too late, but Lynn did the opposite, she locked her legs around me and pulled me tight.My balls pulsed, my cock spitting out a long string of my sperm deep into her womb. Then again, another one, helped with my uncontrollable thrusting. Two, three more times, more sperm, filling her cunt.“I love you too,” she said, as our bodies stayed locked together.Thankfully, we got lucky and avoided pregnancy. Over the next couple of years.