All this wasnot possible, and when I looked down at my body, it confirmed that Iwas born as a girl. This confused me, as I had a girls body, but I fel...like a boy. I looked in the mirror and felt so empty inside when I seena girls slit on my body. Should I fight God and the way he created me?I had to accept that I was a girl. Otherwise my life would be hell.The next day, I found a Sundays dress put out for me. It was a yellowdress that was very puffy and had a green ribbon. The dress also had. "No, I want it, please!" I pleaded."Does my baby want it?" She said. "Does my sweet baby wanna feel his mother's lips wrapped around his swollen meat?" She asked in a baby voice."Yes...please!" I said."Then we need to make a decision. Cause once mom starts, she's not stoppin'. Do you wanna cum down my throat or do wanna pull it out and cum on my tits?" She asked."Your throat, but I thought we were gonna...you know?" I answered."You're a teenaged boy, silly. I'll bet you anything after mom. I’m gonna take the sock out, you’d best not scream; I got so many things I haven’t tried yet”In a swift movement I drop her plaits and take a pin, before using the other hand to pinch her little freckled button nose. She squeals at the hard grip and her attempts to gain air through the dirty sock gain a new urgency with her breathing restricted to her mouth. I place the tip of the pin against the side of her septum, the tender ridge of flesh and cartilage at the center, pressing firmly but with. Their conversation drew to a close and my sister turned her head and loudly (haha thankfully masked by the shower and door) said, "hurry M***...cum inside me..." My mom asked her what she said but she somehow managed to get out a "nothing!"(whew) My sister grabbed my right hand which was firmly grasping her hip and let out a soft moan as I unloaded all the cum I had left into the deepest part of her womb. Our mother left and my sister and I spent about another 5 minutes making out before.