He hated using a condom. Every time he made love with his sister something deep in his subconscious hoped his baby would begin to grow in her. He hate... school only because he wished they were old enough to run away together and start a family. He knew how stupid that really was. He knew it would never work. But it was how he felt, and he couldn't... or wouldn't give it up voluntarily. Not even if it was forbidden by his mother.All this was the end result, actually, of how he felt ABOUT his. I hated to admit it, but her admissions of what she'd been doing were making me horny as hell."You probably can't believe what a slut I am, huh?" she said sadly."Don't be silly. You're not a slut!" No? What other word would you use then? Whore?" Kel, stop it!" I said sharply. "Just because you had sex with a few people doesn't make you a whore! And I'm still not convinced that they didn't drug you!"She sighed. "Whatever. In any case, you can not tell Mom and Dad about this!" Are you sure?" Yes.. I do have to admit I had this ingrained dislike of cold places after several months in the mountains of Korea when the temperature always read “minus something” on the Fahrenheit scale.Our Pennsylvania encampment was now home to upward of a hundred souls with a burning passion to push the redcoats and their Hessian conspirators out of the new American nation sooner rather than later, if the truth be known.I had a bad taste in my mouth from hobnobbing with the Tory elements and the pompous. ” I was feeling playful and maybe a tad frisky, so I decided to take everything off, and just leave his t-shirt on. The t-shirt fit well and came up to mid-thigh. My breasts were firmly in place and you could see my nipples popping through, an added bonus for him, I thought. I debated whether or not to wear panties, so I decided not to. I was really feeling the moment. I came downstairs and was walking down the hallway when he popped out of the bathroom looked in my direction. His eyes lit up.