Where do I begin? At the begining? Well I guess I could. Not from personal memories of course but I have heard a few things since then.For instance, o...ce, on November second 1948, they held an election and the Chicago Tribune's banner headline the next day proclaimed DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN. What the tribune's reporters failed to make note of was my arrival around eleven PM that fateful November second evening, after what my mother swore to her dying day was eleven months of pregnancy. I came out. She had beendenying him his masculinity more and more since they had started a monthago. Now she was really starting to see the results. Masculinitydenied! And the very thought of it made her tingle inside."Up into your highchair, Sissy. I've got your breakfast all ready."Ugh! Chad made his way into the kitchen and climbed up into hishighchair again. He wasn't looking forward to another meal of babyfood. That's all he had eaten for days now. As Mel tied the bib aroundhis neck and put. The rear of the shuttle looked huge now that the academics and all of their 'essential' gear had been removed. Yvonne and David were sat near to the exit ramp looking calm. Bert was both surprised and pleased with how the two press-ganged concubines had performed so far.The assault shuttle rock 'n' rolled its way along the twisting flight path, the pilot nervously tracking every move the auto-pilot demanded. In the back the motion was not as bad as it would have been in an aircraft made on. As my young s*s inched ever closer to me, my eyes met hers and some kind of illicit message was passed between us. My gaze dove into the pools of her sky-blue eyes. While there in the depths of this girl’s mesmerizing visual abyss, my mind rebelled when it finally deciphered the forbidden message. I wanted to kiss my sister and she wanted to kiss me!What kind of sicko perverts were we! brothers and sisters don’t kiss! Yet, those lips, those puffy, pouty, girlie girl kissers were so beautiful.