A few details about me; I accept the fact that i am not a macho type or a very handsome person just an average normal guy. My cousin sister Samantha o... the other hand is a beautiful cute girl which any boy would like to be with. She has long thick straight silky waist lenght hair. She has colored the hair burgendy to give it anattractive look and texture. She has a lovely figure with adorable boobs, pink lips which anybody would like to kiss. When she smiles she gets two beautiful dimples on. Someone has good taste in men." She filled out the chart and then turned back to the computer. "Now, let's see if I did this right." She muttered to herself as she keyed in information from the board. "Ok, hit the light for me again. If I did this right, and the information we have is accurate, Tishshilla's child will look something like this." She clicked a button and a computer-generated image of a child appeared on the screen. It had dark brown hair in loose curls and light brown eyes. It. "I don't care! Go back to your room and leave me alone," I told him, just before I closed the door. I lay back down on my bed and shed a couple more tears. "What the hell was that?" I wondered, glaring at the ceiling. "He confessed that in the middle of the night, and didn't even look at my tits or pussy? He has gotta be screwing with me," I said, before I clenched my fists. I went back to sleep and awoke that Sunday morning at around ten or so. I immediately glanced at myself in the mirror. Nelson said, "Wendy? Wendy. Look at me sweetheart. Do you want this nice man to leave the room? Or would you like to see how it feels to be naked in front of a stranger? Like being a whore in a brothel?" Wendy stammered, "Naked? In front of... him? Oh! Oh, a whore in a brothel? Oh, god uncle Nelson, that's making me so wet! Yes! Let him stay! I want him to see me naked." Gwen immediately caught on to the girl's train of thought. "Yes, Wendy, very much like being a whore, allowing a strange man.