The realisation that I was such a weakling, such a real dyed in thewool sissy, who loved wearing such pretty and feminine girl's clothes,made me also ...ealise that it would take a great deal more courage tobe who I really was, than it ever took to be such a fake. I wonderedif I had what it would take.I sat up suddenly and stared at my reflection, with a look of horroron my face. If I let my uncle know that I was really such a sissy fag,would he think that I was completely a sissy fag? Would he. Then I gasped and clutched my belly. I felt... felt...“Oh, no,” I groaned as the painful contraction rippled through my stomach.“What?” my sister asked, a dreamy smile on her face.“You brat!” I hissed. “You sent me into labor so I couldn't breed Mrs. Helena!”“You're in labor?” gasped my little sister. She struggled to sit up with her rump elevated and her pregnant stomach so swollen. Her pussy clenched down on my dick. “Oh, my god, Shannon! That's amazing! Mom! Mom! Shannon's in. She didn't mind his wayward excursions so long as he did not interfere with her dalliance with the Reverend Harris and her new-found attraction to his lovely spouse.When she spied a black cat in the hedge on the driveway of the Reverend Harris's residence, she knew it was an omen of bad luck and she spat over her left shoulder to ward off the evil spirits. Her latest intelligence was that the good Reverend was involved in discussions with the Bishop and would be away from the home for the. .it wasn’t polite...but it was staggeringly good...I was gaped and loving it.My pussy leaking moisture in a near liquid stream...boy was I wet.There were male hands clawing and pawing all over me...my tits getting a generous rubbing and pushing...my nipples squeezed between finger tips.My mouth full of another guys tongue.Suddenly I was bent over...a thick cock was drilling straight into my butt crack...my arsehole near bursting....another cock was blurring in and out of my mouth...I was in the.