Ah have one sister and they has two. Our Ma’s came frum big families and they stopped having babies a lot earlier than their Ma’s did. Better birt... control.Here’s how they explained it to all us kids. When they wuz growin up and yew got interested in sex yer Ma and Pa took yew to their bedroom and showed yew what they did. Then the opposite sex parent did yew for the first time. After that yew could screw any of yer brothers or sisters or cuzzins that were already fuckin.Ah said thet mah Ma. "Are you going to have enough?" asked Marta."You know I always overdue my roast. Speaking of which..." She headed to the kitchen and checked on the slow roasting meat. "It should be ready by the time your father arrives," she said loud enough to be heard. Marta joined her, asking to help. After filling a large pot halfway with water and setting it on the stove to boil, she joined her mom peeling potatoes."He seems nice," said her mom."He's a godsend." You look happy." I am." Should we stick to. I poured the girls a glass each and decided I'd prefer a pint so returned to the bar for one. I was hoping that they would get tired after last nights exertions as they were visibly getting tipsy again. Also Christine was due in about 3 hours and we were due out tonight. We carried on talking, the girls going on about sex non-stop. They were all over me and it was getting very embarrassing so I said to them "I'm off home now to wait for your Auntie, You carry on if you like but don't forget we. It was almost as if it was intentionally defying her and I continued to flail around like a tuna hauled up out of the ocean.“That does it,” she shouted.The cavalcade of slaps ended, but not for long. She only paused to make things worse. A quick snap, and zip and she was yanking my jeans around my knees. Now I was even more afraid and embarrassed and practically bare-assed. My underwear was just a thin layer of white cotton that shielded my now scarlet buns from her punishing hand.I was.