Early on I knew that one day I was going to have lots of children. My plan in life was to get married and be a housewife with four or more children. I went to college because I had not gotten married yet. I had not interest in college. I went to work because I had not gotten married yet. I lived at home with my mother and two sisters, and still slept in that single bed and shared a room with my younger sister. I advanced at work because I had not gotten married and one year became two and two became three and so on. I introduced my sister to a guy from work. She was nineteen and pregnant in a week.

I hated seeing her get big. we shared a room in our mother's house. I was 26 and she was 19 and pregnant from a first date with a guy from my work. She gave birth and he knocked her up again, she had two kids eleven months apart, and I had none. I qualified for a loan and bought a house and my sister moved in with me. I felt like I not only had to baby sit my sister's kids but I had to baby sit her too. She could not keep her pants up, he could push her pants down and it didn't matter if her kids needed feeding or what, she was getting banged, dressed, naked, half dressed, in front of her kids, in front of me. She didn't care. That one day she was getting it from him, bent over holding on to her knees, he had this stupid look on his face, I had her two year old in my arms and her three year old holding on to my leg and my sister getting banged in my living room by her baby daddy. And I was still a virgin.

I agreed to go out to this bar I had heard about from a divorced women at work. She told me she could get lucky there, get laid. I went with her. She knew how to socialize there, she told me to wear a dress, guys liked legs, something low slung, guys liked tits. Bend over, give them a nipple, show some leg, show some ass. Kiss the guy, let him feel the merchandise, he was picking the fruit you weren't. If you wanted to get laid you had to advertise.

I couldn't do it. I felt half naked at the bar with old divorced guys looking at you. I hid in the bathroom and snuck out and went and sat on a bench I found about a block away. She got laid that night, I drove home to my sister screwing with her baby daddy. I went back to the bar a couple of weeks later. I wore the dress, I didn't wear a bra, I wore the heels, I let him touch, I let him kiss me, he took me out to his car and demanded a blow job. I gave him blow job. Maybe he would see me there again. I didn't get laid. He left me there at the bar.

I went home and I told my sister's baby daddy to fuck me. I am thirty and I finally got laid, with my sister's borrowed baby daddy. It is better than going to a bar and let some old man feel me up and then dump me on the parking lot. I share my house with me sister and it is only fair that she share her baby daddy with me.