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                    A good Catholic girl
                         An Erotic Story

     I guess everything really started this morning, when Mark 
decided to go for "seconds" after George did.  Well, OK . . . 
he . . . WE actually decided the previous night, when he told me 
about . . . Only I'm getting ahead of the story.  Back to this 
morning:
     George was almost finished, when I noticed my big brother 
standing by the bed, waiting for his "turn" again.  This has 
gotten to be almost a habit with the 15-year-old in the last few 
months.  Still, if you think I objected, then you obviously don't 
know our family.  No way was I going to make my big brother waste 
his precious seed on the ground, when I was perfectly healthy and 
able to take it inside me.  I'm a GOOD girl; and I don't want to 
pressure any of my brothers into sin by fucking one, then 
refusing to take the other's seed in my womb when he got excited.  
As I said, I'm a good girl.  The Bible says (I think) "better to 
spill it in the belly of a whore, than to waste your seed on the 
ground."  While I am NOT a whore, I would be one for my brothers, 
if necessary.  Besides, as Mother pointed out, it's safer this 
way . . . especially when I'm right between periods like today.
     I worked back at George; tightening my cunny around his 
thick prick each time he pulled out, until the teenager suddenly 
gave a groan and lurched on top of me; jabbing his spasming penis 
to the root in my belly.  While I didn't really feel each thick 
white gob of baby-juice being forced into my body, I DID get to 
feel each pulse of cum though his prick, as it stretched my 
cunny-hole each time yet another precious drop of sperm was 
injected into my belly.
     While not as good as Mark, my middle brother IS quite good.  
I held and comforted him, while he jerked and spasmed inside me; 
doing his best to plant his seed as far up in my tummy as it 
would go.  Only when he had left every precious drop of family 
seed soaking into my womb where it belonged, did my brother pull 
out.  We both looked down at the thick white bubble of cum slowly 
oozing out of my crack; showing that the boy had done it 
properly, and ejaculated his sperm in his sister's belly where it 
belonged.
     I had barely enough time to appreciate this, when our older 
brother was once more climbing on top of me; preparing to give my 
tummy yet another squirt of HIS sperm.  George didn't mind, now 
that he had gotten HIS rocks off inside me.  Thankfully, none of 
my brothers minds sharing his little sister with the others . . . 
as long as HE gets to use my tight little hole as much as he 
needs to.  I understand SOME girls aren't so lucky.
     I've heard of girls whose brothers fight over them, and of 
other girls who never DID get to feel ANY of their brothers 
blowing thick white baby-juice in their tummies.
     (Yes, believe it or not, SOME girls don't fuck their 
brothers; and some don't even fuck ANY family members!  I 
remember hearing of ONE girl who even remained a virgin until she 
was 16!  I find that hard to believe, myself.  On the other hand, 
one of my aunts actually started fucking before she was five.  
Personally I think that's a little young, don't you?)


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     Well, as I said, I'm a GOOD Catholic girl; and I'm NOT going 
to let my brothers sin by wasting their seed.  Thank God Mother 
told me what a girl needs to do if she doesn't want to have a 
baby out of wedlock, yet wants to be a good-girl and not sin by 
using birth-control.
     I mean, a girl's supposed to have babies by her husband, NOT 
her horny big brothers.  Oh, occasionally a sexually active girl, 
even one like me who did everything right, WAS blessed by having 
a child of her own.  Still, it was rare, and if she was "doing 
her duty" to the family, as least nobody was able to say for sure 
who the father was, and blame HIM for debauching his own sister 
or daughter.  If, during one of these sessions I got lucky and a 
baby started growing in my tummy, then the whole family would 
know I had been blessed like Mary was, and my parents would take 
the child as their own. Still, If I did MY duty properly, Mother 
assured me such a chance was rare.  (Not that I would MIND having 
my big brother's baby . . . Or Dad's or Grandpa's or Uncle Joe's, 
either.)  Still, a girl can't marry her own brother or father; so 
it's best if I save having a baby for my future husband.  That's 
why I wasn't sorry to see Mark climbing between my legs again, 
immediately after George got up and left.
     We both gave a sigh of satisfaction as his thick prick slid 
home in my belly on a film of his pre-cum, and the thick white 
sperm his little brother (The middle boy of the three of my big 
brothers) had just finished ejaculating inside me.  While Mark 
isn't much longer than Georgie, he IS thicker . . . almost as big 
around as Dad, even.  He also LOOKS like Dad; which is one of the 
many reasons I like to fuck him so much.  There's something about 
fucking your own father and feeling his thick cum filling your 
womb, that has to be felt to be believed.  I've had a crush on 
Dad, ever since the first time Mom had him show us kids how to 
have sex without sinning.  Before that, we hadn't realized what 
chances we were taking with the Devil, by not making sure every 
drop of a man's seed went into a woman's belly like it should.  
Since then, Father Mike and Sister Margaret have shown me more; 
and explained the dangers of improper sex, and the temptations of 
the Devil, such as the "pill" and other abominations of birth-
control.  To steal the chance from God of His chance of making 
life, is almost blasphemy.  Thankfully, my brothers and I were 
rescued before they got old enough to waste their seed, like I 
understand so many Non-Catholics do.  Once I fully understood the 
duties of a woman to her men, including a sister to her brother, 
or a daughter to her mother and father, then I eagerly accepted 
them.  God didn't make sex feel good for nothing.  And, contrary 
to these who do NOT believe, God doesn't insist that Catholics 
fill the world with their babies either.  There ARE such methods 
as "rhythm", even for single couples without children yet, and 
methods such as our family uses, for those who DO already have 
children.  Only NO method should ever steal God's prerogative of 
giving children to those He needed to carry on His plans.  There 
should ALWAYS be at least some chance the man would get the woman 
pregnant.  ("Or boy get the girl," I giggled to myself, as I 
humped back at my big brother; striving mightily to get the older 
teenager to squirt his thick white baby-making seed in my womb.)



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     Just the THOUGHT that this time we might get lucky, and God 
might bless us with a child of our own, was usually enough to 
make me come like Gangbusters around whichever thick family prick 
happened to be belching my unprotected womb full of sperm.  God, 
I'm glad my parents taught me the RIGHT way for a girl to have 
sex.  This way, with me getting all three brothers, my father, 
grandfather, and sometimes even my horny uncle to fuck me two or 
three times a day, Mom doesn't have to worry about Dad doing 
without, or her cheating him of feeling his thick white cum 
squirting into a fertile young womb like a man is supposed to.  
And we all know I'm fertile, as my period has been regular as 
clockwork; with the last one not quite two weeks ago.  So we all 
knew I was about as fertile as I could get.
     That's why Mom is so strict with the boys during this time.
     Now normally I don't think about all this stuff in the 
mornings . . . I just fuck.  Only this was a Sunday; and the 
things that followed just emphasized the difference between those 
people who dedicate their lives to God, like we do, and those 
poor unbelievers out there who suffer under Satan's control.
     No, I wasn't really thinking about the way I was helping 
Mom, Dad, or doing God's will this morning; though they were 
always there in the back of my mind.  Mostly I was just a madly 
humping horny little slut; trying madly to get her big brother to 
cum in her squeezing little pussy for the second time that 
morning.  It was only the fact that I already had over 7 or 8 
orgasms earlier, with Mark, George, and Jeff each pumping sticky 
gobs of their thick white baby-juice in my tummy, that I didn't 
manage it this time.  It STILL felt very good to me anyway, when 
Mark suddenly thrust his swollen prick to the root in my belly, 
and began filling it with surge after thick white surge of 
incestuous sperm.  Good?  It felt terrific!  While I didn't cum, 
I really DID enjoy the thick bulges of my brother's penis, as it 
rippled and spat what felt like gallons of creamy stuff inside 
me.  In all reality, it was probably only a teaspoon or so, but 
it sure felt like a lot more.  God, was that good.
     Afterwards, Mark and I cuddled up together for a few 
minutes; as neither of the other two boys seemed interested in 
seconds (or thirds, in George's case).
     Only Mom's call to breakfast made us finally pull apart.  
"Thanks, Big Brother," I murmured; kissing him on the nose.
     "Thank YOU, Little Sister," he returned; kissing me properly 
on the open mouth, like a brother is SUPPOSED to kiss his little 
sister.
     The feel of my big brother's tongue licking the inside of my 
mouth had my cunny clamping and squeezing; milking his overused 
prick for every last drop of precious sperm.  Only every one of 
the tiny little wrigglers was already squirming inside my belly; 
as I had milked the teenager for every one of them.  (Which was a 
good thing, considering what happened later.  If my brother 
hadn't already spent almost every one of his sperm in MY belly 
that morning . . .)  Just knowing his lusty little tadpoles were 
working their way up in my tummy, is always such a thrill.  
Somewhat scary too; but the slight danger of actually getting 
pregnant seems to just ADD to the thrill of fucking the man you 
love . . . like your own father or big brother, like Mark.


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     "Oooh."  I couldn't help the involuntary groan, as I got up.  
While I like fucking as well as any other slut, my legs ached 
from being wrapped around my brothers' backs, while my cunny 
milked each of their pricks dry for almost two hours straight.  
Even a girl like me needs a LITTLE rest from sex.
     Still, I shrugged into a short little dress, matching 
panties, and put a maxi-pad in them to keep my brothers' cum from 
making a mess.  (No, I was NOT worried about it coming out, and 
"being wasted".  Every drop of all three of my brothers' thick 
white cum had been ejaculated up inside my belly like it was 
supposed to be.  If it all leaked out afterwards, without one of 
their sperm finding its way into my womb, then that was God's 
decision, not mine.  I had done my duty to God; and it was His 
decision whether one of those lusty little tadpoles combined with 
my egg to make a baby.  So far, my mother had been right.  As 
long as I kept doing MY part, and they kept doing theirs, the 
chances that God would decide to give me a child of my own to 
carry would be small.  Still, it was just like Mom to be sure.
     "Did you boys all fuck your little sister this morning?" she 
asked suspiciously.
     I waved down my three brothers' indignation; and answered 
for them.  "Boy, they sure did!" I said; enjoying the knowledge 
that all three boys' seed was even then soaking into my fertile 
young womb.  "Mark and George even went twice," I told her.  
(It's not Jeff's fault he isn't as horny as his two big brothers 
yet . . . after all, he's only 12.)
     "Oh."  Knowing the boys had done THEIR "job" this morning, 
Mom turned to me.  "After breakfast," she said, "you be sure and 
fuck your father and grandfather too.  We don't want to be taking 
any chances."
     "Yes Mom," I said happily; biting into the crisp hot toast.  
"Only don't forget, Mark and I are servers this morning.  We've 
got to be there by 8:10, as the second Mass is at 8:30, and 
Father Mike doesn't like his servers to be late."
     "That's YOUR problem," Mom reminded me.  "You've got your 
chores around here to do FIRST, you know.  Still, it's only 6:30, 
so you've got plenty of time."
     I groaned.  Still, Mom was right.  That's why Mark and I had 
set the clock for 4AM.  Oh well, I could always take a nap with 
Grandpa in the afternoon, like I usually did on Sundays.  It's 
amazing how a little sex in the afternoon will put you right to 
sleep.
     "After Mass, and tonight" My mother said; addressing the 
boys again, "I want all three of you boys to be sure and fuck 
Sherry again.  Your little sister's period was a little over a 
week ago, so I want you boys to impregnate your sister as often 
as you can, while she's fertile.  OK?"
     "But Mom!" objected George.  "You almost sound like you WANT 
us to get Sherry pregnant."








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     "Of course not," she almost snapped back.  "Your little 
sister's only 11 years old.  It's just that Sherry should be 
ovulating some time in the next three days; so between now and 
Wednesday I expect all three of you to do your best and at least 
TRY and get her pregnant as often as you can.  Your father will 
do his best to help out; but mainly I'm expecting you boys to 
keep your little sister's womb filled with sperm, just like it's 
supposed to be.  Your sister is a GOOD girl; and I want you boys 
to help her stay that way.  Besides, I thought you all LIKED the 
idea of planting a baby in your little sister."
     Not one of my brothers objected after that.
     I hurried to finish breakfast.  For the next twenty minutes 
not much was said other than, "Pass the butter," or similar 
things.  Then I left the boys to do dishes, while I headed into 
my parents' bedroom to get Dad up.
     Only Dad was already "up."  The horny erection my father was 
sporting while he waited for his daughter to arrive was truly 
gorgeous.  I couldn't help myself . . . I sucked it in my mouth; 
and started slurping on it like it was a lollipop,  Dad's pre-cum 
is always sweeter than the boys' or even Grandpa's.  Rarely do I 
get much more than a taste though; and this time was no 
different.  "You'd better stop, Sherry," he warned me.  "I'm 
about to . . ."
     Regretfully, I pulled away.  Sometimes I almost feel like 
giving into the temptations of the Devil, and keep right on 
sucking until my father blows his sperm in thick white wads down 
my throat.  Having tasted it afterwards, I just KNOW it would be 
wonderful "straight from the tap" so to speak.
     Still, as I said before, I'm a GOOD girl . . . even if the 
temptation IS strong sometimes.  Of course the worst part of the 
temptation is knowing that Dad wouldn't stop me, if I chose that 
method of getting his sperm in my body.  Dad you see, unlike Mom 
and the rest of us, wasn't raised Catholic his whole life, and 
doesn't see the evils in not ejaculating your seed where there's 
a chance of making a baby.  If you'll believe it, Dad's parents 
actually used BIRTH CONTROL, and he was their only child!  Still, 
he never says anything about that; and follows Mom's lead, just 
like the rest of the family.  Today for example: While Mom wasn't 
in the middle of her fertile-period, I was . . . thus making it 
as much a necessity for me to be the one to receive my father's 
sperm in my tummy, as if Mom was.  Mom says we DON'T need any 
more kids in the family . . . unless of course, God decides we 
should be so-blessed.
     So, (regretfully, as I said) I took my mouth off my father's 
prick before he filled it with thick white goo, and slid it in my 
cunny where it belonged.
     OOOOH, did that feel good!  God DOES reward those who do His 
works!  The thick feel of my father's cock sliding into my hot 
little hole was exquisite.  Yes, MUCH better than feeling Dad 
squirt cum down my throat.







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     It didn't take long.  (It never did.)  About three minutes 
after feeling his 11-year-old daughter's tight little cunny 
sliding down his prick, Dad suddenly grabbed my by the hips and 
held me steady, while his penis bucked inside me and flushed what 
felt like gallons of thick creamy spunk in my belly.  Jerk after 
jerk; squirt after incestuous squirt.  I just sat there; impaled 
on my father's prick, while he belched gob after gob of thick 
white cum in my womb.  Just about the time Dad slowed down, I 
speeded up; as my body took over and my cunny went into long 
squeezing cramps around my father's invading penis.
     Feeling your own father jerking and sweating on top of you, 
while (or in this case, underneath you) while he sperms your 
womb, and does his best to get you pregnant with your own little 
brother or sister, is a thrill that I understand very few Non-
Catholics ever have.  God really DOES reward those of us who 
believe in Him and do His works.  I'm so glad I was born a 
Catholic girl.
     It felt like hours I sat there, milking Dad's swollen prick 
with my cunny, while it jerked and spurted inside me.  Still, it 
couldn't have been over five minutes, as the clock only read: 
7:20 when I left with Dad's thick white goo running down my leg, 
and HE got dressed for HIS breakfast.  By then, Grandpa and 
Jennifer had finished theirs, and my grandfather got up and 
followed me into his room.  Jenny looked a little enviously at 
the thick gob of white stuff running down my leg and asked, "Mom?  
When can I be a slut like Sherry?"
     Mom's, "When you're big enough to take . . .," was cut off 
by the <click> of Grandpa's door.  I didn't need to hear the 
rest . . . I'd heard it many times before.  Somehow I'm almost 
certain my little sister WILL start even younger than I did; and 
that was as early as Mom dared.  I hadn't even started having 
periods that first time; and I'm certain Jenny is going to start 
having them even younger than I did.
     Oh well.  For now, that was HER problem.  My "problem" was 
the rampant dong of my grandfather staring me in the face, as I 
slipped into his bed and waited for him to remove his robe.
     Still, Grandpa's "problem" probably wouldn't take any longer 
to "fix" than Dad's had; and with a little luck maybe even less 
time.  I was right.  While Grandpa isn't as good a lover as Dad, 
the fact that he's bigger almost makes up for it . . . almost.  
None of the other men in the house stretch my cunny quite like 
Grandpa does.  So, even after getting off with Dad, it didn't 
take a lot of feeling his father sliding in and out of me before 
I was once again acting like a good Catholic girl; gasping and 
grunting; working just as hard as my grandfather was to get the 
old man to fill my tummy with his baby.
     In slightly over two minutes of frantic shoving by Grandpa, 
and equally frantic squeezing and hugging by me, Grandpa's prick 
was squirting wildly inside me, and millions of the older man's 
sperm had joined that of his son, in fighting their way into my 
waiting womb, where the battle with all three of my brothers' 
sperm would probably leave too few to get me pregnant . . . or 
perhaps too many.  Whatever.




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     Just like my mother with her brothers and Grandpa, Mom 
figures I can fuck them as long as I want . . . as long as I do 
like SHE did at that age, and her mother before her, and fuck ALL 
the men in the family, until I'm old enough to settle on a man of 
my own.
     Yes, my mother had sex with her brothers, two uncles, her 
Parish priest, father, and two grandfathers (not to mention 
several cousins) from the time she was 9 years old, until (and 
yes into) the day she got married to Dad.
     Not once did she get pregnant or have a miscarriage.  Her 
two sisters were the same way; only starting even younger.  In 
fact, Mom only knows of one aunt of hers that got PG in that 
manner, and SHE only had her little brother and father to fuck.
     So it was with a satisfied tummy full of all five men's 
seed, that I finally got dressed for church.  Just in time too!  
As it was, Mom had to drive me down the six blocks to the church, 
as I never would have made it walking.
     We passed Mark on the way into the parking lot, but he beat 
me inside the Sacristy anyway.  Talk about cutting it close!  The 
old clock in the Sacristy was just going, "Kullack!" as it 
chalked up another minute.  8:10 precisely.
     Father Mike looked suspiciously at the old clock, but didn't 
say a word.  We all knew how he felt about punctuality, and how 
he preferred us to be early . . . Still, 8:10 was the specified 
time.  Some of the kids got bumped from the prime Sunday Masses, 
if they were repeatedly late.  Mark and I never were.
     Still, with the rotating schedule, it was rare we both 
served Mass on the same day . . . even though we tried to.
     I started shrugging out of my clothes, while at the other 
side of the room Mark did likewise.  We both knew what to do, so 
Father Mike didn't need to instruct us.  Thus, even if we HAD 
been a little late, it wouldn't have hurt.  Still, Father Mike 
expected promptness; and he usually got it.
     It was only when I was standing there stark-naked, and 
reaching for the robe (more like a gown than anything.  They 
don't use Cassock and Surplice any more) that Father Mike noticed 
the thick gob dribbling down my leg.
     "Your father's?" he asked; sticking a finger into the drip 
and tasting it.
     "Uhuh," I nodded; not bothering to explain that it was also 
Grandpa's and all three of my brother's sperm drooling out of me, 
as well.
     "We'd better do something about that," he said; looking up 
at the clock.  8:12  "We can't have you going out in front of the 
congregation with cum dribbling down your leg and getting the 
carpet and your robe dirty."
     With this, Father Mike motioned me back onto the table where 
the various altar things usually went when we returned, and 
motioned to me to spread my legs.  Then to my surprise, he 
started licking me "down there"!!!  Oh my God!  I've NEVER felt 
anything like that.  NOW I know shy Dad likes me to lick on his 
thing!  No wonder he doesn't mind if he cums in my mouth.





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     I resolved to ask Father Mike if it was really wrong for a 
man to cum in a woman's mouth, instead of her cunny?  I mean, the 
Bible says to spill your seed in a woman's belly; but it doesn't 
say it has to be in her cunny.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad . . . 
as long as I swallowed it, anyway.
     I mean, if it's OK for a man to lick a woman (OK, little 
girl) "down there", it just CAN'T be bad for a little girl to 
lick a man down there, can it?  As long as it's not cheating God 
out of the chance she'll have a baby, somehow.  Maybe as long as 
Dad squirts SOME cum in my hole, it'll be OK.  I figured I just 
HAD to ask Father Mike about this . . . After Mass.
     Before I even realized fully that I WAS being licked in the 
cunny, I started to cum.  Not once, not twice, but THREE enormous 
climaxes like I usually don't get even when Dad fucks me.  God, 
was that good!  I suppose that's only to be expected, when the 
man licking your twat is one of God's representatives here on 
Earth though.
     I was barely aware of slipping the "gown" over my bare naked 
body, just in time to start services, as I was so wobbly from 
cumming that I could barely walk, let alone make proper responses 
to the service.  Thankfully, my big brother knows the rote as 
well as I do; and was able to cover for me until we sat down 
while Mrs. Martina read the Epistle.
     "Did you like that, Sis?" he asked me in a whisper, while We 
sat on either side of Father Mike.  Oh God, I just realized my 
big brother had seen everything.  A blush ran up my neck and into 
my ears, as I wondered what he thought of his slut little sister 
being licked on by the priest like that?
     Father Mike didn't say a word; just giving a little sideways 
jerk of his head, and saying, "After Mass," in a voice that 
didn't even move his lips.  Father Mike would make a good 
ventriloquist.
     Well, as an attempt to keep liquid from running down my leg, 
Father Mike's attempt to lick it all out was a dismal failure.  
While he DID get almost every drop of sperm out of my hole, the 
excitement of his licking there, combined with the implied 
promise that he would be teaching Mark and me even more after 
Mass, was so exciting I could barely keep my mind on the service.  
Still, I did my best.  After all, I really WANTED to thank God 
for all these new things that I was learning from Father Mike.
     I guess it's a good thing that they don't let you wear any 
clothes under the alter-dresses (gowns, whatever) because this 
time I really FELT sacred and dedicated to God; just knowing that 
nothing except the thin cloth separated me from being innocently 
naked in front of the whole congregation.  This stimulated me 
even more; so that by Communion time I was dripping with 
excitement; and if I HAD been wearing underwear, it would have 
been soaked.  As it was, it just ran down my leg, and soaked 
almost invisibly into the carpet.  Still, it WAS extremely nice 
to stand up front, holding the plate, while almost anyone who 
wanted to lean over a little could see right down my bare front, 
and see my titties almost poking holes in the cloth.  More than 
one of the deacons did just that; and even two of the teenaged 
boys.  I guess most of the men, being married and all, didn't 
want to call that much attention to their looking at me.


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     Still, I could finally see why they didn't just have the 
alter-servers (they don't call them "alter-boys" any more, for 
obvious reasons) just go out in pristine nakedness.  Even if that 
IS the way God created us, and serving Him in purity is our 
greatest gift, the excitement of being completely naked in front 
of the whole congregation would be too much for most people.  I'm 
not sure if even I could handle it . . . though it's tough to not 
want to try.  I guess the Church DOES have its reasons for having 
alter-boys and alter-girls wear these gowns.  It's enough just to 
be naked and barefoot underneath them.  I could see that my big 
brother was excited too; though since he's a boy, his excitement 
was visible whenever he turned slightly sideways.
     Just like me, Mark is too good to let him flub.  We both 
managed to do credit to the Church during the service, and 
finished up.  I was wanting to do the candles, since my big 
brother had lit them; but Mark took the snuffer from me.  I guess 
Father Mike had told him to; so I headed back to the Sacristy to 
change.
     I was just shrugging out of the gown, when I became aware 
that Father Mike and I weren't alone.  The rustling sound told me 
who it was though . . . Sister Margaret.  (Actually, Sister Mary 
Ann Margaret, de . . . de . . . Rats, I never can remember the 
"of part" . . . someplace in Italy, I think.  Nobody ever called 
her anything except, "Sister Margaret," except at formal 
functions.)
     By the time I figured this out, and had hung up the gown; 
standing there stark-naked in front of both of them, I realized 
they were both staring at me hungrily, almost like a cat stares 
at a bird.  Only a cat doesn't ask a bird if she can eat it; the 
cat just pounces.
     "Um," Sister Margaret started, "I wonder . . ."  I had NEVER 
seen the calm, cool, and collected nun so . . . so jittery.
     Father Mike wasn't so nervous.  "We were wondering, if you 
could do us a favor?" he asked.
     "Favor?"
     "Uhuh."  This wasn't at all like the stern father and mother 
figures of the priest and nun I usually knew.
     "You know how a nun is supposed to be a Bride of Christ?" 
asked Sister Margaret.
     When I nodded noncommittally, Father Mike continued, ". . . 
and a priest is Christ's representative, here on Earth?"
     Again, I nodded.  Somehow I was beginning to get the idea 
where this discussion was heading.  I mean, I'm not COMPLETELY 
dumb.  As noted, I've had sex, and everything . . . a LOT of sex 
and everything.  And to have them ask me a favor . . . when I'm 
standing there naked after Mass, and that wonderful thing Father 
Mike did with his tongue . . . after asking if it was my father's 
sperm in there . . . well, it all added up.
     Only I hadn't figured out everything yet, so I just waited 
for them to get to the point.
     Father Mike blushed, but managed to continue, "So you can 
see why Sister Margaret and I have been . . ."





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     "Fucking?" I asked.  Mom had taught me to use the word 
properly.  "Having sex together?" I prompted, when my question 
caused Sister Margaret to blush like a beet, and almost bury her 
head in the hood that sisters of her order wear.
     "Uhuh," she said weakly.
     I don't understand why some grown-ups have such a difficult 
time discussing sex with kids!  Even girls like me, who've been 
having sex for years, can get grown men and women to blush like 
little kids with their hands caught in a cookie-jar, when the 
subject of sex is brought up.
     "I think that's wonderful," I said.  "Are you two going to 
have a baby together?"
     Surprisingly, this brought on even MORE blushing!
     "Uh, that's the problem," stammered Father Mike.
     Now I WAS confused.  While I know about as much as any 11-
year-old little girl about sex in general, teaching two grown-ups 
how to make a baby is NOT something I ever expected to have to 
do!  Only I had it backwards.
     Before I could put my foot in my mouth, Father Mike 
continued.  "You see," he said, "while priests and nuns quite 
often have sex together, the Church for some reason frowns on 
Sisters of the Cloth having babies . . . especially by priests; 
just like it frowns on priests marrying.  We both marry the 
Church; and our 'children' are the people of the parish.  Still, 
as representatives of Christ, priests have duties to His brides."
     I waited for him to continue.
     "So while we're  allowed, and even SUPPOSED to have sex," 
explained Sister Margaret, catching me by surprise, "we're also 
expected to be careful, and not have babies by accident.  If a 
nun slips and has a baby by a priest, while not unknown, it's 
considered shameful that she didn't have better control than 
that; and almost a disgrace."
     "You don't mean you use birth-control?" I asked worriedly.  
I THOUGHT I knew the Church's stance on THAT fairly well.
     "Oh NO!" they both said; almost in unison; seeming to be 
just as shocked and horrified by the idea as I was.
     "No . . . I mean . . . we mean we have to just be careful 
WHEN we have sex together," Father Mike explained.
     "So, why are you telling ME this?" I wondered out loud.  
After all, how often do grown-ups come to girls like me, with 
their sexual problems?  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see 
my big brother Mark grinning at me, from behind the two.  I don't 
think they even knew he was there; even though he had gotten 
undressed, and was watching the three of us as if he had seen 
this whole scenario several times before.  Who knows?  Maybe he 
had.
     "Uh . . . Well, Sister Margaret had her period a little over 
a week ago . . . and . . . well, it's been three days," stammered 
the priest.
     OH!  It was like a blinding light had been turned on in my 
head.  "So you want to fuck ME?" I asked.






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     Not that I minded; I was just surprised.  So far, the only 
people I had ever had sex with, were all family members.  Still, 
if Father Mike had come over to visit, I would have fucked him 
just like the rest of the men in the family, without even 
thinking twice about it.  Only having him ask me here in the 
Sacristy, after Mass, was making me wonder.
     "Uh, not exactly," he said; surprising me again.  "I'm 
really supposed to fuck Sister Margaret," he continued; stumbling 
a bit over the word, "fuck."  "Only I can't cum inside her right 
now . . . so we were wondering . . ."
     The light finally dawned.  ". . . if you could cum in Me?" I 
asked.  Both of them nodded.  I grinned.
     "Father," I said, "I would be honored to take your sperm in 
my belly, so it isn't wasted on the ground."
     I could see my brother ginning like a Cheshire Cat in the 
background.
     "Sister," I said, "It would be a pleasure to serve God by 
letting your lover ejaculate in me, so you aren't dishonored."  
(My parents had taught me flowery sentences, when they taught me 
other things . . . like how to suck your grandfather's sperm into 
your tummy with your cunny, without touching anyplace but the 
most intimate connection . . . and other similar things.)
     "You're SURE you don't mind?" asked Sister Margaret; hiking 
up her dress, while she lay back on the table I had previously 
THOUGHT was for altar things.  When I nodded, she had me move up 
alongside her so my legs were spread as well.
     Underneath the dress, it was obvious that the nun didn't 
have THAT many years on me.  From the look of her body, and a new 
closer look at her face, the woman couldn't have been much older 
than 16!  Possibly 19, at the very highest.  No wonder the two of 
them were worried about the man making a baby in her tummy.  
Sister Margaret must have been at the peak of her fertility; just 
like me.
     The sigh of satisfaction as the priest's thick member slid 
into the nun's sex was echoed by both of them.  Three days was 
obviously a LONG time without sex for two such horny people.  I 
was glad I could help them both out . . . even if at first, all I 
did was watch.  It didn't take long before Father Mike was bent 
over Sister Margaret; jamming his prick to the root in her belly, 
while the nun wriggled and flopped on the table like a fish on a 
hook.  Only THIS fish wasn't trying to escape from the "hook" in 
her belly . . . far from it.  I could tell that the nun's 
squeezing on Father Mike's prick would soon have him decorating 
the inside of her womb with thick white streams of his baby-
making seed.  I was about to say something, when Sister 
Margaret's keen of sexual bliss rose almost to a scream; and her 
cunny started squeezing and clamping on the priest's swollen 
prick in a manner that I knew almost no man could resist.  The 
ripples of orgasm running up and down her flat little tummy must 
have been incredibly erotic to Father Mike.
     "Oh God, I'm gonna . . .," he croaked.  His face turned red; 
and the strain was amazing, as he fought to keep from filling his 
sister's womb with sperm.  "Oh Ginny, I love you," he groaned.
     "Mike, oh Mike, I love you too . . . but we mustn't," 
groaned Sister Margaret.  "Remember, we promised."


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     "Oh Sis, please . . ."
     "NOW," she said firmly, "before it's too late."
     That's how I first learned that Sister Margaret is not only 
"Sister Margaret" but Father Mike's little sister Ginny, as well.  
Still, I didn't digest this fully until later; as Father Mike 
fought to extract his penis from inside his sister's body before 
he came; filling the nun's womb with his incestuous seed.  I'm 
not sure if he was completely successful; as there was a big 
white bubble of cum forming on the tip, even as it left the 
woman's body, and he was already squirting when he drove up 
inside me to the hilt.
     Sister Margaret is not only a nun who fucks her own brother, 
she's kinky too.  No sooner than Father Mike had sheathed his 
penis in my cunny, than she was bent over me; watching each 
stroke her big brother made into my body as he ejaculated his 
sperm inside me.  "Do it," she hissed, "Sherry here is NOT on 
birth-control, are you Honey?"
     I shook my head.
     Father Mike seemed to have lost his urgency to spurt the 
moment he pulled out of his sister; even though we both knew some 
of his sperm was even then wriggling its way up inside me.
     "And when was YOUR period?" she asked.
     I knew JUST where THIS conversation was heading.  This time 
it was MY turn to blush, as I replied, "I dunno . . . a little 
over a week ago, I guess."
     Sister Margaret turned to the priest who had his prick 
buried inside me.  "See," she said, "she's fertile, NOT on the 
pill, and right in the middle of her period.  Sherry's just ripe 
for you to spunk her womb . . . aren't you Sherry?"
     Oh God.  Still I nodded; as Father Mike's "thing" seemed to 
grow even bigger inside me.  Now I knew just what Sister Margaret 
must have felt all those years of making love to her brother.  
"It's OK Father," I squeaked, "you can cum in me, if you want 
to."
     "Do it," repeated the nun.  "Knock the kid up.  Sherry wants 
to feel you squirting a baby in her tummy.  Spunk the little 
girl's womb REAL good, like she deserves.  Little girls like her 
deserve to get big tummies.  So I want you to . . . to . . . Oh!  
Ohmigosh!  No.  You shouldn't.  Oh.  Oh no!  Oh don't.  Stop.  Oh 
don't stop!"
     I couldn't resist a giggle; even though the feeling of 
Father Mike's prick swelling in my tummy was so exciting that I 
wondered later just HOW I could even THINK of laughing.  It's 
just that Sister Margaret's words were SO much like the old joke 
I couldn't help it.  MY big brother had just walked up behind 
her, and sheathed HIS prick in the nun's sex . . . just like 
Father Mike had his prick sheathed inside ME.
     The thought of his little sister getting royally shafted by 
the brother of the little girl he was boffing, must have been too 
much.  THIS time Father Mike didn't even try to pull out, as he 
spasmed and shook inside me.  As for me, I did my part; squeezing 
and clamping as hard as I could on his prick; while doing my best 
to milk each precious drop of sperm inside me where it belonged.




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     "It's OK Father," I comforted him, while he jerked and 
spasmed his thick gooey seed inside me.  "You can knock me up, if 
you want to . . . I don't mind."
     Hearing this just made the priest shudder even harder; 
kissing me in gratitude, while his prick belched what felt like 
gallons of thick creamy cum in my womb.  All the while I soothed 
and stroked him with my hands, while my cunny squeezed and milked 
his prick for each precious drop of sperm he had in his balls.  
God I love to fuck.
     Dad has told me many times, how exciting it is for him to 
know he was ejaculating his seed in the belly of a woman who was 
not only fertile, but who didn't mind if he got her pregnant.  
(Of course, me being his own daughter adds an extra thrill for 
Dad.)  From the look of things, both Father Mike and his sister 
were as turned on by this type of scenario as Dad usually was.  
So it was quite a pleasure for ME to be able to give the priest 
and nun this thrill, just like I do Dad.
     Even though the chance was quite small (what with me fucking 
my brothers, Dad, and Grandpa two or three times a day; getting 
more thick family cum pumped in my belly each day, than even 
those whores the Bible talks about; the chance was STILL 
there . . . somewhat; since I was NOT on birth-control (Yuck!) 
and was due to ovulate at any time.  The slight contradiction of 
getting fucked as often as possible to keep FROM getting 
pregnant, just added to the somewhat scary/risky feel of Father 
Mike pumping even more baby-juice in my belly, like a firehose 
gone out of control.
     Each thick white squirt of the priest's cum in my tummy 
would be matched by an answering squeeze by me; as my body worked 
desperately to reproduce, by milking each precious drop of potent 
sperm into my womb, where it just MIGHT produce the result the 
Man of the Cloth was working so hard for . . . a pre-teenaged 
little girl (me) with a big tummy from his baby growing inside 
it.  <Shudder.>  God, what a thoroughly scary, even frightening, 
but completely erotic idea!
     I wasn't too enamored of the idea of the priest fathering 
his child on me; but that didn't stop me from working just as 
hard as he was to make it happen.  As I said before, God, I love 
to fuck.  And God must know this too; as He rewards me constantly 
for doing His works by giving me more chances to do just that, 
than almost any three other girls I know . . . even other 
Catholic girls.  Thank you Lord, for knowing what I need, and 
seeing that I get it.  I pity those who don't do Your will, like 
I do; and thus miss out on Your generosity.
     I was distracted out of this almost religiously intensive 
fuck, by Mark's reaction to the nun's tight little hole squeezing 
on HIS prick, just like mine was squeezing on HER big brother's.  
Just like me, my big brother seems to be amply rewarded for his 
efforts in helping God do His work here on Earth.  "Oh God," 
moaned Mark.  I guess the sight of HIS little sister (me) getting 
royally fucked by a priest was almost as exciting to him, as to 
the other incestuous couple.  "I'm cumming," he groaned; sinking 
to the hilt in the nun; forcing her body closer to the join of 
her brother and me.



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     "Oh no!  Don't!  You're supposed to . . . Your little 
sister . . . Oh shit!"  Sister Margaret was obviously aware that 
HER big brother was too busy spasming MY womb full of his spunk, 
for either of us to do anything about HER predicament.  However, 
Sister Margaret WAS a nun; and knew the responsibilities of 
Catholic women just as well (if not better) than I did.  "No," 
she groaned, "don't pull out and waste it.  Squirt in me, if you 
have to."
     There was a moment of jerking, as Mark slammed his prick 
back into her, then she grunted as my big brother filled HER womb 
with his thick cum, just like her big brother was filling mine.  
"This spunk was SUPPOSED to go in your little sister's womb," she 
reminded him.
     That's the way I found out for certain that this was NOT the 
first time in a foursome like this, for my big brother.  Later I 
figured out why several of the younger girls who worked as alter-
servers had to quit; sporting big bellies a few months later.  
Only this time, instead of one of the two men knocking up a 
little girl, it began to look like my big brother might just have 
succeeded in knocking up a nun!
     It was just after Father Mike finished giving the final 
shudders as he finished jerking the remains of his sperm inside 
me and I was starting to thank him for the gift of his seed, like 
Mom taught me, that I learned the answer to an earlier question 
that had been bothering me.  The priest had no sooner extracted 
his thick cum-dribbling prick from inside my body, than Sister 
Margaret leaned over me and almost swallowed it!
     The revelation was astounding!  So THAT was it!  While you 
weren't supposed to suck a man to completion in your mouth, once 
he had spent his seed in your womb it was acceptable to taste 
what remained on the outside of his penis.  Not only acceptable, 
it seemed, from the way Sister Margaret was working to clean up 
every drop of sticky sperm from her brother's prick, but 
something that was desirable as well.
     It made sense.  This way, every drop of seed DID end up in a 
girl's belly where it belonged; while none of it missed a chance 
at being inside her womb.  Girls could "clean up" their men, just 
the way Father Mike had "cleaned up" me!  What a NICE thing to do 
for the one you loved.  I felt ashamed I hadn't done this for Dad 
and my brothers earlier.
     All this took me no longer that a second or two to think 
about; and within seconds of seeing Father Mike's prick vanish 
into his sister's mouth, my big brother's had vanished into mine.  
Oooh.  My big brother's sperm tasted just as good as I had 
thought it would.
     When Sister Margaret and I had finished cleaning up our 
brothers, Father Mike turned me over, and cleaned ME up again!
     Not to be outdone, Mark licked out Sister Margaret; taking 
his cues from the older priest.  He made a funny face, the first 
time he tasted his own sperm; but within a minute was licking the 
nun's slit with almost as much gusto as Father Mike was doing 
mine.





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     Afterwards, while cleaning up, getting dressed, and just 
enjoying the feel of Father Mike's thick white cum drooling down 
my leg, Mark and I discussed things to see if they had worked out 
the way we wanted.  They had.
     "Uh, Father," said Mark.  The older priest just looked at my 
brother.  Well, after all, what could he say, after filling MY 
womb full of his seed?  "I'm sorry about cumming in your sister," 
explained Mark.  "But there's a good side too."
     "Yeah, what's that?" growled Father Mike.  Both Mark and I 
figure he wasn't so mad at my brother for filling his little 
sister's womb with spunk, when she was fertile, as being sorry 
that it wasn't him.  Only a man just ISN'T supposed to knock up 
his own sister, is he?  Especially, when his little sister is a 
nun!
     It seems the two of them had gone into the seminary and 
convent, when they found they loved each other too much to marry 
anybody else.  Only the Church doesn't allow brothers and sisters 
to marry (as Mark and I well know).  So they decided better to 
both marry the Church, than live with someone they didn't love.
     Only somehow the Lord had smiled on their love, (or somebody 
messed up) and they had ended up posted to the same parish, and 
nobody even seemed to realize they were brother and sister . . . 
now Bride of Christ, and His representative on Earth.
     "Your sister," I explained.  "Mark shouldn't really have cum 
inside her, but the Lord works in mysterious ways."
     Father Mike's eyes just showed he'd heard THOSE words 
before; and waited for me to explain further.
     "Since Mark already came inside her," I continued, "there's 
probably no safer time for you to do the same, than right now."
     THAT got his attention.
     "You see," I tried explaining Mom's logic to him, "if you 
cum inside her too, then YOUR sperm will be fighting Mark's, so 
there's actually LESS chance of her getting pregnant."
     "You really believe that horseshit?" asked the priest . . . 
the first time in all the years I've known him, for Father Mike 
to use a dirty-word.
     "I've been fucking all three of my brothers, my grandfather 
AND my father since two years before I started having periods, 
and I'm not pregnant YET," I defended my mother's system.  "And 
besides, my mother did the same thing when SHE was young," I 
finished.
     Father Mike looked at me and Mark for confirmation.  "You're 
sure?" he asked.
     We both nodded.
     "Oh my God," he said.  "Then I'd better hurry, hadn't I?  
Every minute I wait, your sperm is working it's way up inside 
her.  If it gets there before . . ."  Father Mike was madly 
stripping OFF the clothes he had been putting on, not two minutes 
earlier.  Sister Margaret didn't have to do even that; just 
lifting her dress up around her waist, as it seems she never wore 
anything underneath the heavy skirt.  I always HAD wondered what 
nuns wore underneath those heavy dresses.  Now I knew . . . it 
was like the Scotsman's kilt.  Nuns didn't NEED underwear, 
because they had to always be ready for the priest.



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     As my brother and I left, we heard the satisfied sigh of two 
people just made for each other, working together to get the 
priest's penis as far up inside his little sister's body as he 
could.  We both giggled as we were passed by the two girls 
arriving early for the next Mass.  I recognized Sandra from my 
class at Saint Mary's, but the older girl was someone new to me.  
Mark and I waved to both of them as we went by.  Boy, were THOSE 
two kids going to get a lesson.  Still, considering what I 
learned later from my brother about what goes on in the Sacristy, 
maybe they wouldn't learn anything new, after all.  I wondered if 
Father Mike had already fucked either of them; and then almost 
had a cramp of unexpected orgasm at the very idea.  The thought 
of the 10 and 13-year-old girls carrying Father Mike's sperm in 
their cute little tummies, just like I had it in mine, was SO 
sexy!  And then the thought that either one or both of them might 
already be carrying the priest's baby in her belly was so erotic 
that I DID cum . . . without even being touched even.  God, I'm 
such a slut (thank you Lord).  Thankfully neither girl noticed as 
they were already past us on their way inside, or I might have 
been really embarrassed . . . even if my speculations were true.
     It would still be quite a sight for the two girls to find a 
priest and nun going at it like two rabbits though.
     "Do you suppose Father Mike will be staying over at the 
Convent tonight?" I asked Mark, with a grin.  Everybody calls the 
little house the "Convent" even though there's never any more 
than two sisters living in it at one time.
     Mark sniggered back.  "Yeah, and there's going to be an 
Immaculate Conception, in about nine months from now, as I'll lay 
odds his little sister will be knocked up from Mike's spunk in 
her tummy, before the night is over.  Even if not, he'll probably 
plant a baby in her tummy in the next day or two.  Wanna bet, 
Little Sister of mine?"
     I giggled myself.  "Not a chance, Big Brother."  We both 
knew that the tiny bit of sperm Mark had squirted in the nun 
wouldn't stand a chance of fighting the priest's heavy 
ejaculations.  Especially seeing how I had drained him dry twice 
that morning . . . just like we had both planned.  The tiny 
amount of sperm my big brother had left at the entrance to the 
nun's vagina was probably all dripped out by now, while the heavy 
gouts of her big brother's spunk would soak into her womb 
uncontested.
     It left us both with a giddy feeling to know we had been 
chosen by the Lord to do this thing . . . to give these two 
wonderful people the thing that they most desired . . . a child 
of their own.  Something they would never have been able to have 
without sin otherwise.  As I said earlier, but Father Mike hadn't 
realized, the Lord works in mysterious ways, His wonders to 
perform.  It isn't often people like me are picked to help Him in 
such a personal manner.








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     Sister Margaret is going to be surprised, when nobody seems 
to notice her belly getting big.  And since she and Father Mike 
think Mark is the one who will have gotten her that way . . . or 
at least he'll suspect my big brother had a chance . . . they'll 
not object when our family adopts the child.  After all, priests 
and nuns are not allowed to be parents, except to the parish as a 
whole.
     Such wonders the Lord does for those who love Him.  I wonder 
how Mark and I are going to get Father Mike's baby in Sister 
Margaret's belly NEXT time?  Well, we'll figure something out.  
The Lord will supply us with the method, if He truly wants those 
two to have the children they would otherwise be denied.  His 
will, will become obvious in due time . . . just like it had THIS 
time.
     Darn.  We'd better be getting on home.  I think I'm getting 
the diarrhea.  My stomach feels funny.  I wonder if Mom has some 
pickles in the fridge?  Maybe that, and some chocolate-milk will 
make my tummy feel better.  Damn.  Mark looked at me SO funny, 
when I said that.  I wonder what's bothering HIM?
     We were both surprised to find Mom still waiting in the car 
for Jenny to get out of Sunday-School.  Something had held the 
little kid up.  So we climbed into the car to ride back with Mom, 
instead of walking.  Besides, Mark seemed to want to tell Mom 
something.
     Only whatever it was, was interrupted by Jenny's arrival.  
"Mom!" she exclaimed proudly, "Look what I did!"  The little kid 
had barely gotten into the car when she was pulling up her dress 
to show off the fact that she wasn't wearing panties.  A streak 
of red on the 9-year-old's leg, and a bubble of white slowly 
welling out of her tiny little slit showed that my little sister 
was no longer a virgin.
     "Deacon Jones fucked me," she said proudly; referring to her 
Sunday-School teacher.  "He showed me what they meant by a man 
'knowing a woman' in the Bible."
     "Uh, Honey," Mom interrupted the child's bubbling about how 
good it felt, how Deacon Jones had really liked her tight little 
cunny squeezing on him, how she made sure to 'do it right' each 
time, and how she made him squirt every drop right up in her 
cunny where it belonged.  "He told me I was a GOOD Catholic 
girl," she said proudly, "'Cos when he finished cumming in me, 
not a drop came out!"  (I was annoyed at the little squirt for 
trying to show me up.)
     "Uh, Honey," repeated Mom, "don't you think you're a little 
young yet, for that?"
     "That's what Deacon Jones said," giggled Jenny.  "He won't 
fuck the little kids until they have periods like Kim and Sherry 
do.  So I told him MY period was about a week before we did it 
the first time."
     "First time?  You mean this ISN'T the first time your Sunday 
School teacher fucked you?" asked Mom; looking pointedly at the 
smear of red on Jenny's leg.






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     "Naw.  We've been doin' it for several weeks now," said 
Jenny proudly; holding her skirt up and looking down at her red-
streaked leg and cum-oozing little slit.  "This is just the first 
time he got it ALL the way up inside me.  You told me I had to do 
that, before I could be a slut like Sherry is," she reminded Mom.  
"Can I mom?" she asked.  "Please?  Deacon Jones says I'm REAL 
good for a little girl.  Please Mom?"
     "Uh . . ."  Mom seemed to be undecided as to whether to be 
annoyed or proud of my little sister.  "I'm not sure lying, even 
if it's to have sex, is such a good idea Honey," she finally 
replied; temporarily avoiding the child's question.  "Now you'll 
have to tell Father Mike your confession.  I suppose it's just a 
little lie, but you still shouldn't have done it.  I'm sure if 
you had really tried, you could have gotten your teacher to fuck 
you anyway . . . once he was sure you really wanted it."
     "Huh?" asked Jennifer.  "Lying?  Lying about what?"
     "About having periods . . . monthlies."
     "Oh that," shrugged the nine-year-old.  "I've been having 
THEM for over three months now.  I thought you knew that, back 
when I first asked if I could be a slut like Sherry is."
     There was a stunned silence in the car, that was only broken 
when Mark finally remembered what he had been trying to tell Mom, 
when Jennifer had interrupted.  "Mom," he said into the silence, 
"Sherry said she wanted to eat PICKLES with her hot-chocolate!"
     Mom almost hit the mailbox, while turning into the driveway.  
She barely stopped the car, before we hit the garage-door with a 
jerk.
     Jenny and I both giggled at the funny looks on Mom and 
Mark's faces.  Poking me in the ribs, so I giggled even harder; 
while temporarily forgetting her earlier request for Mom to allow 
her to be a slut like me, Jenny said, in that pleading little-
girl voice that kids have, "Mmmmm, that sounds good!  Can I have 
some too, Mom?  Pleeeease!"
     For some reason, instead of answering, Mom leaned on the 
steering-wheel and started to cry!  I wonder what's bothering 
her?  Somehow I just KNOW it's something either Jenny or I did.  
You'd think one of us had committed some kind of sin or 
something.  Only I can't figure out what.  It's not like either 
my sister or I really did anything wrong.  In fact, Jenny and I 
did everything just like Mom taught us, especially today.  I 
mean, both Jenny and I are GOOD Catholic girls.
















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