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                          Interruptions
                         An Erotic Story

     "Mommm!"  the little girl's complaint shattered Melinda's 
comfortable relaxation on the big living-room chair.  Darn!  and 
she had just gotten settled down with her favorite crossword 
puzzle, too.
     "What IS it Kathy?" she asked rather more crossly than was 
justified by the little girl's objection.
     "They're doin' it again!"
     "Doing WHAT, Cat?"  The little girl's full name was 
Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton.  Almost nobody called her 
anything but "Cat" or "Kathy".
     "The boys are playing in their room, and they won't let me 
play with them," the little girl pouted.  At seven years old, the 
child was so cute she had no trouble twisting either of her 
parents around her little finger.  Only her brothers seemed even 
partially immune to the little girl's wiles, and even they mostly 
gave in to her.  Kathleen Pinkerton was just too cute for her own 
good.
     "Well, go in there, and play with them anyway," responded 
Melinda.  The woman was too comfortably settled in her chair to 
feel like getting up and settling a dispute between her children.  
It was getting to be SUCH a bother to get up and down right now.  
Besides, she had told all three boys enough times to be sure and 
include their little sister in their play.  Being the only family 
three miles down at the end of a dirt road didn't leave the 
little girl many neighbors to play with; while the three boys at 
ages 15, 14, and 10, seemed to be capable of getting into all the 
trouble they wanted to with each other.  Because of this, their 
little sister had grown up to be quite a tomboy, as none of the 
older boys wanted to play "little girl games" with her.  So, 
Kathy had learned to play the type of games that boys play.
     Only lately, it seems that the three boys had found 
something new to do, and didn't want to invite their little 
sister in on the fun . . . .
     Which (of course) made Kathy that much more determined to do 
whatever it was her big brothers were doing anyway.  Even if she 
didn't know what it was.
     "I Can't," she complained again.  "They've got the door 
shut, and won't let me in!"
     Melinda sighed.  Somehow she had just known that she wasn't 
going to get off so easy.  "Mark!  Jeff!  Brian!  get your butts 
IN here!  NOW!" she yelled.
     There was a scrambling sound from the boys' bedroom, but 
nobody appeared.
     "I said NOW!" she repeated.  "If I don't see you three in 
here by the time I count to 10 . . . ."  Not one of the kids in 
the house ever wanted their mother to reach "10" as they knew 
from past experience that it wasn't worth it.  "Ten" not only 
brought down their mother's wrath on them, but got their father 
involved too.  "1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ."
     By the time Melinda was starting to form the word "four" a 
head poked it's way out of the boys' bedroom.  Mark spoke for his 
two younger brothers.


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     "But Mom!" came the complaint, "We're changing clothes . . . 
we're not dressed!"
     "I said NOW.  That means no excuses.  7 . . . 8 . . ."
     There was a mad scramble, as the three boys made a mad dash 
for the living-room; with only Mark "decent" wearing a pair of 
jockey-shorts, while Brian almost fell over the pair of pants he 
was trying to pull up over one leg, and the middle-boy Jeffrey 
came in wearing only socks; trying vainly to hide his manhood 
from his little sister's interested gaze.
     Melinda didn't seem to notice or even be interested in the 
dishabille of her three young sons in front of their 7-year-old 
little sister.  "Now what's this I hear about you boys not 
letting Kathy play with you?" she asked.
     The results of this question was amazing.  Instead of 
denying the fact that they were leaving their little sister out 
of their games, all three boys started blushing!  It was quite a 
sight to see, as the red started out at the chest-level for Mark, 
and traveled up to his ears; while the two younger boys mainly 
turned bright red in the neck and face.  Only the oldest had the 
spirit to answer.  "Uh Mom," he almost groaned, "we CAN'T . . . I 
mean, she's a GIRL!"  This was NOT said with the usual disdain 
that boys have for playing "little-girl" games, but more as if it 
was an explanation he expected the older woman to accept.
     "So?" his mother snapped, "what's THAT got to do with it?"
     "Uh Mom," the boy's blushing got even more dramatic, if 
possible, "We were playing with each other . . . You know what I 
mean . . ."
     "So?" Melinda didn't seem to be surprised at her three sons 
playing sexual games.  After all, two of them were teenagers, and 
the youngest was fast approaching.  "That doesn't mean you have 
to keep your little sister out."
     "But mom, she's a GIRL," repeated Jeff, as if that explained 
everything.
     "So what?" their mother replied, shocking all three boys.  
"Just because you're all boys, doesn't mean Kathy can't join you.  
Yes, I know . . . you're having sex together . . . so what?  That 
doesn't mean you can't have sex with Kathy too, just because 
she's a girl, you know."
     There was dead silence, as all three boys tried to digest 
this.
     Mark was the first one to regain his senses.  Just like his 
brothers, the thought that their mother seemed to actually WANT 
the three boys to  . . . to actually have sex with their little 
sister, had caused him to sprout an enormous erection that 
threatened to burst out of the jockey-shorts he was wearing.  His 
two younger brothers were sprouting even more obvious boners.
     While the thought of shoving his swollen member up in his 
little sister's tight little belly, until the child either begged 
for mercy, or (dream on, buddy) begged for him to fill that same 
cute little tummy full of his baby-making seed, was so erotic the 
older boy almost came in his shorts . . . almost.






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     Only the thought of just HOW big his erection was, and HOW 
small his little sister was made him regain his sanity, before he 
had made more than a step towards the little girl; planning on 
pulling her tight little panties down and stuffing his thick 
baby-maker so far up the little girl's cunny-hole she would be 
feeling his glans poking a hole in her womb; while he filled that 
same womb so full of thick white baby-juice the child would be 
having his babies for the next 20 years.  God, what an erotic 
thought!
     Only it was that very image that stopped him.  Kathy was 
just too small, and he was just too big!  Mark shuddered.  If the 
little girl had been even TWO years older, she would probably be 
carrying his baby before two minutes had gone by.  As it 
was . . .
     Mark, like the rest of the family, liked and yes even loved 
his little sister.  The older boy would no more think of hurting 
the little girl (for all her being a pest) than he would think of 
cutting off his own arm.  "Mom!" he objected; then at his 
mother's surprised look explained, "I can't!  I mean Cat's just a 
little girl!"
     "Am NOT!" objected the child; standing hands-on-hips and 
looking the very picture of indignation.  The little girl (yes, 
LITTLE girl) stood slightly balancing on her toes to emphasize 
her height, and put the lie to her big brother's accusation that 
she was "too little" for any kind of fun that the older boys were 
big enough for.  Many times in the past Kathleen had proven to 
her big brothers that she was not only capable of keeping up with 
them, but that she could outswim all of them, outrun all but 
Jeff, and outfight Brian.  She could even play baseball or ride a 
horse as well as any of them.
     Melinda just raised her eyebrows like she had so many times 
in the past; as if daring the older boy to prove his accusation.  
As in the past, Melinda seemed to feel that if the boys couldn't 
prove their little sister was too small to play with them, then 
they had to let her.  (The boys DID show that Kathy WAS too small 
to play basketball, but darn little else.  There, any one of the 
boys could simply hold the ball out of her reach, and the child 
could barely make the ball reach the rim, even when not guarded.  
The few times Mark had taken the little girl on as a "team" 
against their two brothers, the little girl had been more 
hindrance than help.  So Kathy did NOT play basketball with the 
boys.  However, she played almost every other game with them, and 
could skate rings around them all, when the pond froze in the 
winter.)  "I don't want to hurt her," Mark groaned; still 
terribly aroused at the very thought of his little sister's tight 
little cunny sucking the sperm out of his prick and up into her 
flat little belly where it belonged.  Like his brothers, Mark was 
still a virgin; though (like them) he desperately didn't want to 
be.  That's why the older boy had been fooling around with his 
brothers.  There just WEREN'T any girls nearby to even TRY to 
make a pass at, let alone date, have as a girlfriend, or 
(dreaming now) fuck.  The only female members of the human 
species around were his own mother and little sister; and a guy 
just doesn't . . . .



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     Only now Mark wondered if possibly a guy does.  Still, his 
little sister WAS too small.  At only seven years old, his thick 
prick would probably split the little girl in half, if he tried 
shoving it up her tight little twat.  On the other hand, the idea 
was OH so tempting!
     "I didn't SAY hurt her," snapped Melinda.  The older woman 
could tell just exactly what thoughts were going through her 
eldest son's mind.  "You don't hurt your brothers, when you play 
with them, do you?"
     "Well, no but . . ."
     "So, would what you do with THEM, hurt HER?" she asked.
     Mark thought of what he and his brothers had been doing.  So 
far, they had only played with each other, had regular oral sex, 
and once had sucked each other off in a "daisy-chain".  Up to 
now, they had never proceeded to actual fucking . . . not even in 
the ass.  Even if they had, the older boy figured that his little 
sister's rear would probably stretch as much as either of the 
other two boys; and he was probably too big for even them.  So 
his mother was right . . . anything he was doing or even planned 
on doing with his brothers, would probably be just as safe for 
the little girl as either of the boys.  He didn't HAVE to fuck 
the kid, no matter what his erotic first-impression had been.  
"Well, no but . . ." he started; still thinking that while it was 
OK for boys to "fool around" with each other, it was entirely 
different to play sex-games with a little girl.  Especially, if 
that little girl was your own 7-year-old little sister.
     "Well no buts!" snapped their mother.  "I've told you 
before, that if you're going to play games with each other, then 
you've got to include Kathy too.  So now get over there and fuck 
your little sister, just like you do your brothers!"
     This time, all three boys stared at their mother.  Even 
Kathy did, though she didn't understand the word the way Mark and 
Jeff did.  Fuck their little sister?
     "Well come on!" said Melinda, impatiently.  "Show your 
little sister just what it is you do, so she can join in too!"  
The woman crossed her arms and looked expectantly at the four 
children.
     Mark thought about it for all of 15 seconds, while his two 
younger brothers watched to see how the older boy reacted to 
their mother's directive.  He decided that his mother was 
right . . . everything that he and the other two boys had been 
doing, Kathy could too.  It might even be fun to include their 
little sister in on their sex-play.  Besides, if he did, then 
when the little girl got older . . . Mark's mind shied away from 
what three horny boys might do with a willing sister who was old 
enough to fuck.  His mind was already overloaded from his earlier 
fantasies.  "OK," he croaked, "but Kathy's got to get undressed 
too."  Somehow Mark just didn't believe that his mother would 
actually let the little girl go that far, once she realized they 
were talking about real sex, not just touching each other.  Only 
Melinda knew what horny boys do together, probably better than he 
did . . . After all, the woman had been a girl once herself, and 
she had two older brothers too.




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     "Well?" she asked; turning her ire on the little girl this 
time, "what are you waiting for . . . an engraved invitation?  
Get undressed!  I thought you WANTED to play with your brothers!"
     Kathy stood there for a minute, wide-eyed.  The little 7-
year-old had NOT expected THIS to happen.  She hadn't realized 
that what her brothers did in the privacy of their bedroom 
involved getting naked together until the three boys had come out 
without any clothes, at her mother's insistence.  Up to now, 
Kathy (being a virgin, just like her brothers) had never even 
SEEN a naked boy before.  Now three rampant peckers were staring 
her in the face, while her mother seemed to expect her to get 
just as naked as they were!
     It took Kathy almost as long as her big brother had to 
decide.  Still, it was mainly the thought of being forever "left 
out" of things, as her brothers continued "doing their thing" in 
the other room if she refused, that decided her.  Kathy knew that 
her mother wouldn't let her even bring the subject up again for 
an entire year if she didn't "prove" she was old enough to join 
in on the boys' games THIS time.  Those were the rules her mother 
always set, any time there was an argument about whether Kathy 
was "old enough" to play with her brothers.  Remembering the 
Basketball fiasco, Kathy shivered.  A year was almost forever to 
a first-grader.  A half minute later Kathy was just as naked as 
her brothers; all except Mark who still had on his jockey-shorts.
     "Well?" prompted their mother again, "Show your little 
sister what to do."
     This time Mark and Brian looked at Jeff.  After all, it had 
been the middle boy who had taught THEM; having learned about 
what boys and girls could do together while at "camp" the 
previous summer.  "Well first," he stammered, "you've got to 
learn about sucking cock . . ."  The boy seemed embarrassed at 
saying this in front of his little sister.  A pink blush slowly 
rose up his back, around his neck, and then onto his face; 
peaking when his ears were bright red.  The 14-year-old couldn't 
believe he was even saying the word "cock" in front of his little 
sister, let alone telling her she was going to have to learn to 
suck one!
     "Jeffrey Joseph Pinkerton!  I'm ashamed of you!"  Their 
mother's outburst stopped all three boys in their tracks.  They 
just KNEW they had screwed up royally.  Somehow all three boys 
figured they had misunderstood their mother and she had NOT 
wanted them to approach their little sister sexually, after all.
     "I'm ashamed of you," repeated Melinda.  "Is THAT what you 
did with your brothers the first time?  Just ask them to suck 
your prick?  I'll bet I know what kind of response THAT got from 
them."  The woman snickered at the very idea.
     "Well, no . . . uh."  Jeff remembered the reaction HE had, 
when a boy first broached the idea of his sucking someone else's 
prick.  Suck the thing another boy PEED out of?!?!  No way!  Only 
before the week was out, he had been sucking as eagerly as the 
other boys in camp, in return for feeling them doing the same to 
him.





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     Even when one of the older boys came in his mouth; squirting 
thick white gobs of cum down his throat, Jeff hadn't minded, 
because the other boy had returned the favor; sucking him for 
almost 15 minutes, until the 13-year-old (at that time) had his 
first-ever cum; ejaculating his boyish sperm in the older boy's 
hardworking mouth.  Jeff had learned NOT to spit out the other 
boys' cum, not only because it felt better to everyone, but 
because at camp there wasn't any safe place to spit it out, 
without leaving stains or suspicious smells.  Besides, all of the 
other kids did.  Anyway, once you got used to it, cum didn't 
taste bad at all.
     Remembering all this, Jeff was slightly ashamed that he had 
forgotten already how he had to be seduced into liking it, and 
how he had talked his brothers into "doing it" the same way.  Of 
COURSE his little sister would be scared if some boy (even her 
own brother) just came up to her and wanted the little girl to 
suck on the part of his body he peed out of . . . even if the 
other boys and even her own mother seemed to think it was OK.  
Jeff immediately changed his tactics.  None of the boys 
(especially Jeff) was really a homosexual.  It was only because 
they didn't HAVE any girls to "practice on" that any one of the 
three of them had been willing to experiment with other boys.  
Only a teenager got SO horny . . . especially at night.  And 
sleeping three in a bed, even three boys in a bed, DOES raise 
erections!
     "Come here little sister," he said, "Let me show you 
something that feels REAL good."
     Kathy looked at her mother for assurance.  After that nasty 
thing her brother had tried earlier, she wasn't sure she trusted 
the older boy.  Still, when Melinda beamed and nodded at her, the 
little girl let her brother "do his thing."  After all, she HAD 
wanted to find out just what was so much fun about what the three 
boys were doing in their room, and this looked like it might be a 
clue as to what they liked doing together so much.   It was.
     Jeff didn't really know what to do, since he had never done 
anything with a girl before, but he wasn't about to let Cat know 
that.  Her teasing about being better than him at almost 
everything was already reaching the point of being unbearable.  
So, he decided that bluffing his was through with false 
confidence would be preferable to admitting ignorance, especially 
when both of his brothers were looking to him for leadership.
     "Hold still, Cat.  This might tickle a bit."
     The young teen started feeling up his sister; remembering 
some of the more credible rumors about girls that had run rampant 
throughout the camp.  One of the older boys, one who just might 
have done a few of the things he bragged about, had told everyone 
how to "get into a woman's panties".  Lurid descriptions of how 
it was accomplished and what you did once you reached that 
nirvana colored several afternoons and late nights.








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     "First Base", as the guy had named it, was getting to touch 
a girl's breasts and crotch outside of her clothes.  Obviously 
that wasn't possible now, he realized.  His sister was already 
naked.  To get there though, he was supposed to touch and kiss 
the girl, so that's what he did.  His sister stood there, not 
saying anything, while he stroked his hands all over her body 
except for her breasts, bum, and crotch.  According to 
instructions, he was supposed to stay away from them until the 
girl was "getting hot", whatever that was.
     All his sister did was stand there, let him do his thing, 
and look into his eyes with that challenging stare she used so 
often.  The little girl was still waiting to find out what it was 
that her brothers did that Jeff said felt good.  His touching did 
feel nice, even when it tickled a little, but it wasn't "REAL 
good".  She was waiting for that.  She was still waiting after 
being slightly grossed-out by her brother kissing her, and trying 
to stick his tongue in her mouth.
     Without any real experience, Jeff didn't know whether or not 
his sister was "getting hot" or not.  She was breathing a little 
faster than normal and her cheeks were getting a little flushed, 
but that was about it.  He decided that enough was enough and 
started in on "Second Base" - the tits, as he had been told.  Of 
course Kathy didn't have any, but she did have nipples, so he was 
about to try licking and sucking them, like he had been told 
about.
     "Come on, do something," prodded Mark.  The older boy was 
getting impatient with how long his little brother was taking to 
do anything.  "So he's touching Kathy," he thought.  "So what?"  
It wasn't much more than they all did, when wrestling or playing 
some of the more physical games.  Jeff wasn't touching anything 
interesting, and Kathy didn't look like she was particularly 
enjoying what was being done to her; so he figured his brother 
was probably too nervous to do whatever it was that he was 
supposed to be doing.  Mark "knew" from the talk in school that 
girls liked getting licked in between their legs, almost as much 
as guys liked getting sucked off; so he figured he knew as much 
about sex as his little brother.  Waiting wasn't the older boy's 
strong suit, as everyone in the family could attest.
     "Keep quiet, Mark.  Jeff is doing just fine."  Melinda spoke 
quietly, but firmly.  Mark frowned, but didn't say anything else.  
Kathy was still waiting.  Jeff, who had stopped when his brother 
spoke, stuck out his tongue and licked first her right nipple, 
then the left one.  Then the right one, then the left one.  Over 
and over again.  At first, the little girl giggled because his 
tongue, running over her little tiny bumps, tickled.  Soon, 
though, they started tingling and feeling good.  At the same 
time, another tingling tickle started down where she peed.
     Jeff noticed that his sister was definitely not quite normal 
anymore.  Her breathing was getting heavy, her eyes weren't 
really focused, and she was starting to squirm, especially at the 
hips.  "Maybe," he thought, "this is what 'getting hot' is."  
Having decided that his sister was "hot to trot", another 
expression he learned from camp, he started on the run from 
"second base" to "third base".



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     "Oh, wow!" exclaimed Brian.  As quietly as the ten year old 
spoke, it was enough to break, at least temporarily, the spell 
his little sister seemed to be slipping under.  She said "That 
feels funny," in a slightly tremulous voice.  Melinda and Mark 
both shot him dark looks meant to shut him up.
     Without stopping the attention he was giving the girl's 
nipples, he started stroking her bottom.  She was so small that 
with the palms of his hands on the tops of her thighs, he could 
still touch his fingertips together behind her bum.  Still, the 
soft rubbing on her bottom, thighs, and hips did get her more 
excited.
     "Time to lie down, Cat," Melinda almost whispered.  She got 
up and helped her daughter over to the chesterfield.  Kathy 
walked like a zombie.  When she was lying down again, she 
actually pulled Jeff's head back to her chest.  The tickle down 
in her peepee was actually getting stronger than the ones in her 
nipples, but it was nipple licking that got the tickle started, 
so that's what she wanted more of.  She decided right then and 
there that she liked what was happening, even if it wasn't the 
"REAL good" feeling her brother had promised.  Jeff, however, 
wasn't finished.
     Instead of moving back to her chair, Melinda sat by her 
daughter's head.  A smile and a pat on the cheek reassured the 
young child that Momma was there and that everything was all 
right.  Fear and nervous tension that had gone unnoticed drained 
away, leaving room for more of the new, exciting kind of tension.  
Kathy smiled back, then closed her eyes to concentrate on what 
was being done to her body, and what it was feeling in response.
     Mark started to stroke his cock, and Brian almost 
immediately copied his big brother.  A slight negative shake of 
their mother's head, along with a slashing motion made by her 
hand, made them stop.
     Everybody held their breath for a few seconds, so they all 
heard the slight gasp when Jeff finally reached "third base".  
After spreading open his sister's legs and snuggling down between 
them, he continued licking her bare, hairless slit.  Kathy opened 
her eyes, lifted her head, and looked to see what her brother was 
doing.  "Oh, gross," was her only whispered conference.  The 
little girl made no move to pull away or close her legs, however.  
Melinda took that opportunity to slide a cushion under her 
daughter's head so that Kathy could look without straining her 
neck.  The little girl's mother was watching carefully to make 
sure her daughter wasn't actually getting upset about what was 
happening.  All she saw was wide-eyed wonder and excitement.  On 
Cat's part, knowing Mom was right there watching to make sure 
nothing bad happened let her stay relaxed and let her enjoy this 
very new, different, and slightly scary kind of play.
     Her brother's licking, down where she peed, while gross, did 
feel really good.  She wondered if this was the "REAL good" 
feeling her brother had promised.  All of a sudden she knew it 
wasn't, because it got much better when her brother pushed his 
tongue in between her tight cunny lips.  Everything started 
tingling "REAL good" as he licked up and down in there.  Gross or 
not, she knew she really liked what he was doing, and wanted him 
to do it more and more and more and more.


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     Everybody was staring.  Mark and Brian were staring from 
where they stood on the floor.  Melinda was staring from where 
she sat on the couch.  Cat stared down her skinny 7-year-old body 
at Jeff, and Jeff was going cross-eyed trying to stare at the 
first cunny he had ever had his face in.
     Melinda let things progress until Kathy had been groaning 
and squirming around for a while.  She knew that it was unlikely 
that her daughter, at only seven years old, would have a climax 
with her first experience.  The woman figured it was more 
important that she enjoy herself and learn how much fun sex could 
be than to drag things out until Jeff turned the girl into an 
exhausted and sweaty mess.  Besides which, it looked to her like 
her other two sons were about ready to burst.
     "I think that's enough for now, Jeff.  Sit up and take a 
breather."
     The young teen was breathing almost as hard as his sister, 
and his face had a wet sheen to it, from forehead to chin, and 
from ear to ear.  That's about how far his grin spread too, when 
he saw the awed looks his two brothers were giving him.
     "Did you enjoy that, Cat?" asked Melinda as she leaned over 
to stare down at the flushed and sweaty face of her young 
daughter.  The girl, still almost panting, opened her eyes and 
looked up at her mother's smiling face.
     "Uh ... uh huh," was her breathy reply, accompanied by a 
slow nodding of her head.  After a few seconds and a couple of 
nods, she added "Yes."
     "Was it gross?"
     Cat's breathing was slowly coming back under control.  She 
nodded some more, smiled, and said "Yeah!"
     "You want Jeff to do it some more?"
     "Oh yes!  Please Mommy?  Can Jeffy lick my peepee some more?  
Pleeeeease?"  Little Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton finally 
thought she knew what that "REAL good" feeling her brother had 
been talking about was.  She didn't, not then, but would within 
the week.
     "Not just yet, dear."  The older woman wanted Kathy to lie 
still for a while to let all the new feelings she had experienced 
to soak in.  There was also an important lesson she had to learn 
in reciprocation, if the kids were all going to play together 
nicely.
     "Mark, what I think you should ... Mark!"  The son in 
question was staring dazedly at the junction of his sister's 
legs.  Everything was wet and glistening, and not just with 
saliva.  Seeing his first real live act of sex with a real live 
girl, even if it was Kathy, had him mesmerized, and had his cock 
so hard it was almost splitting the seams of his shorts.  The 
vivid display before him - his sister's naked crack, barely open 
despite having her legs wide open and having had her brother's 
tongue inside it for a good ten minutes - was so fascinating that 
he had tuned out of the conversation.  His mother's sharp use of 
his name brought him back to reality.
     "Uh, yeah, Mom?"





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     "Are you back with us again, dear?"  Jeff and Brian both 
smiled and almost snickered at their mother's teasing tone of 
voice.  Mark blushed, but still looked to see what she wanted.
     "I think it would be a good idea if you showed Cat what you 
boys are up to in that bedroom of yours.  How about if you make 
Brian feel as good as Kathy does?"
     "Uh, what?  Here?  Now?"  It was still hard for Mark to 
believe what had just happened, and was doubly hard for him to 
believe that she wanted to see him making his little brother feel 
good.  Especially in front of his sister.  For a few frantic 
seconds, his mind wavered between "yes she wants to see 
everything", "she doesn't really have a clue", "I haven't got the 
slightest idea what she's thinking", and "I wish she had told one 
of the others to make me feel good instead".  The last thought 
came up because his balls felt like they were ready to explode.
     "No, I'd like you to do it next week out back behind the 
shed.  Of COURSE I mean now!  How else will Kathy learn that it's 
just as good for a guy as it is for a girl when the place their 
pee comes out of is licked and sucked?  That is, if Brian doesn't 
mind you having sex with him here and now.  Brian?"
     Instead of replying, the ten year old tried to hurry over to 
his big brother.  However, since his forgotten pants were still 
hanging around his ankles, he almost fell over before he 
remembered to kick his way out of them.
     "Over here you two.  And Mark?  You might as well lose the 
shorts."  She was pointing to a spot right in front of Kathy and 
herself.
     The blushing boy stared at his mother for a few seconds 
before dropping his underwear, and stepping out of them.  His 
erection stood out as big as life and twice as hard despite all 
the blood rushing to his face.
     "You too, Jeff.  Front and center."
     Melinda lined her three sons up in the order she wanted.  To 
the left was Mark, the fifteen year old.  Tall, he was well on 
the way to fulfilling the genetic promise given to him by his 
father.  Already near six feet tall, his shoulders were getting 
wider almost by the day.  Many hours of running around with his 
brothers, chasing and being chased by his sister, playing 
basketball, swimming, skating, tree climbing, and anything else 
active kids could find to do out in the country, kept him and 
them in excellent shape.  He also followed after his father in 
one other way - his cock was filling out to a nice 6-7 inches in 
length with enough heft to make a big handful.  Hair ran wild all 
over the place, including his balls, and was starting on his legs 
and chest.
     To the right was Jeffrey.  At fourteen, only 18 months 
younger than Mark, he had a long way to catch up in development.  
He was five foot seven and much lighter than his older sibling.  
Speed and determination, however, made up for much of the 
difference.  Tanned everywhere except for a band around his hips, 
just like both his brothers, he looked slender and soft.






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     Appearances, in this case at least, can be very misleading.  
As far as the part Kathy was staring at, it was an inch or two 
shorter than his big brother's, and considerably thinner, much to 
his chagrin.  Only a little bit of hair was starting to sprout 
around the edges.  Still, he thought he had something to look 
forward to.
     In between the two of them was Brian, Melinda's youngest 
son.  Short and skinny, he stood four foot eleven in his bare 
feet.  This was still five inches taller than his sister.  
Despite his fifteen pound advantage, she was almost as strong as 
he was, and was definitely tougher.  This didn't mean he was any 
kind of a wimp, however, since he was the second toughest kid in 
his class at school.  What fascinated his sister, though, was his 
bare, hairless, and very erect little cock.  It was about the 
size of his biggest brother's middle finger, and was the only one 
not circumcised.  Like both his brothers however, the cock-head 
was only slightly wider than the shaft, but with a widely flared 
edge circling most of the way around.
     "Go ahead, Cat.  Have a good look.  You can touch them if 
you want.  I'm sure your brothers won't mind.  Just don't 
scratch, pinch, or squeeze too hard.  Go ahead.  They won't 
bite."  Melinda smiled reassuringly as her daughter sat up.
     Kathleen wasn't too sure that they wouldn't bite.  After 
all, this was the first time she had ever seen a cock, and now 
three of them were pointing straight at her less than an arms 
reach away.  She was nervous and excited and scared and curious 
all at the same time.  Her mother's hand on her back let her know 
everything was all right, and she certainly wasn't about to let 
her brothers see her as any less daring than they were.  So, she 
reached out and touched Brian's.
     "It's warm!" were the first words out of her mouth.
     "Yes, dear," was her mother's reply.  The woman barely 
succeeded in keeping the amusement out of her voice.
     With increasing confidence, the little girl explored this 
new area of her brother's anatomy.  The only time she glanced up 
was when he giggled.  Apparently, the skin between his legs, just 
behind his sack, was ticklish.  All three stood still for her 
examination.  Melinda, however, called a halt when she thought 
Mark was getting a little too close to exploding from feeling his 
baby sister's hands.
     "Sit back, Cat.  You have a seat too, Jeff.  It's time for a 
show.  Boys?"
     Brian had a wide smile on his face as he turned to his 
brother and shoved his hips out.  The boy was hugely proud of his 
newfound maturity.  Sleeping in the same bed as his brothers 
meant that there was no way he could avoid noticing what they 
were doing to themselves every night, but up until a few weeks 
ago, he had no idea why they were doing what they were doing.  
Pulling on his pud, as it were, while feeling kinda nice, 
certainly didn't seem to be worth the time, effort, and sweat the 
older two were investing in their new hobby.  At least, he didn't 
think so until Jeff sucked him to orgasm one night.





                                11


     From then on Brian was a convert to their new hobby; 
learning to suck in order to get sucked.  While he was still too 
young to really ejaculate, sometimes he did spurt a few drops of 
a watery fluid.  Now that he knew his mother wanted him to show 
off, he was more than willing, especially since she had told Mark 
to make him feel good.  He and his cock were ready, able, and 
more than willing.
     Mark however, was feeling quite nervous.  He hadn't been 
naked in front of his mother since ... well, in a long time.  He 
had NEVER been naked in front of his sister before.  And while 
the three boys had been playing sex games together, it hadn't 
been for all that long; and sucking off his brother in front of 
his mother and sister felt positively weird.  Somewhere in the 
back of his mind was a lingering doubt that his mother even 
expected him to go down on his brother.  After all, she had said 
to make him feel good, not specifically to take him in his mouth 
like they had been doing.
     Moving slowly, he got down on his knees.  He moved his face 
closer to his brother's groin.  He watched his mother carefully 
for any sign of anger or disgust.  He opened his mouth.  He 
leaned forward.  The head of his brother's cock slid over his 
lips.  Melinda smiled.  Mark saw that, and decided to pay 
attention to giving his brother a good blow-job rather than 
watching his female relatives.
     After all the practice he had recently, Mark knew what his 
brother liked and what got him off in a hurry.  Lots of tongue 
circling the head.  Tightly pursed lips trying to pull the sperm 
out whenever he pulled his head back.  Alternate hard sucking and 
gentle blowing.  Thumb and two fingers playing with his balls, 
the other hand holding his butt.  Lots of movement and friction.  
He didn't particularly enjoy giving head, but he did like making 
his brother feel really good, especially since his baby brother 
was learning how to make him feel just as good.
     Melinda stared at the spot where her two sons seemed to be 
joined.  It was the first time since before her brothers had gone 
off to college, that she had seen one guy blow another.  "Not 
bad," she thought; paying attention to the technique Mark was 
using.  "A little rough maybe, perhaps a bit too rushed; but not 
bad at all, for someone with only a few weeks practice."
     It also looked like Brian was enjoying himself thoroughly.  
And Cat - Kathy was staring as though she were mesmerized; 
hypnotized by the show her brothers were putting on.  Eyes wide 
and mouth agape, her nose was only a few scant inches away from 
the action.
     Nobody said a word until Brian blurted out "Oh, shiiiiit!", 
which was immediately followed by him collapsing and falling on 
his butt.  A few drops of clear fluid oozed out of the tip, but 
that was it.
     "Eeew, gross!  He peed in his mouth!"  Kathy made a horrid 
face as she spoke; pulling back from her brothers in her 
revulsion.
     "No, dear, that's not pee.  It's what comes out when a boy 
climaxes."
     "But mommy, you told me white stuff comes out before!"



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     "Yes I did, Cat, but that happens when boys get older.  
Brian isn't quite old enough yet."
     "It's still gross!"
     "Hmmm..."  Melinda thought for a couple of seconds.  Kathy 
stared at her brother's wet cock.  All three of her brothers were 
staring at their mother.
     "Before you make up your mind, let's ask your brothers if 
it's gross, and if so, why they do it.  Mark?  How about you 
first.  Do you like sucking your brother's cock?"
     It took a few seconds for him to think of how to phrase his 
answer.  He knew better than to lie, but the thought of maybe 
getting her to at least suck the sperm out his body made him so 
hot that he just had to convince her to try, or at least get her 
to not say never.
     "Um, well, at first I thought it was pretty disgusting."  
Mark was talking right to his sister.  "After a while though, I 
didn't mind.  It's not great, but it's not really all that bad 
either."
     "So how come you do it?" asked the naked little seven year 
old.
     "Brian," asked Mark, "did you like what I just did?"
     Sitting on his butt, leaning back on his arms, Brian smiled 
up at Kathy.  "It was GREAT!"
     There was still some doubt on her face, so Mark spoke up 
again.  "Cat, I do it because it makes Brian feel real good, just 
like Jeff made you feel real good.  That's why I do Jeff too.  
You see, I know they'll do me later, again and again and again, 
same as they know I'll do them again later.  We've even gotten 
used to swallowing cum because it makes it better for the guy 
getting sucked."
     "That's really gross!"
     "Come on, Kathy," continued her big brother, "don't knock it 
until you try it.  Who knows.  You might like it."
     "That's enough, Mark.  Thank you."  Melinda smiled and 
nodded to her son to show how much she appreciated his honesty.  
"Kathy, I think it's time you paid Jeff back for making you feel 
so good.  Do just like your big brother did, but if you don't 
want to swallow, you don't have to."
     "Right now, Mommy?" the little girl asked rather 
uncertainly.
     "Yes, right now, dear," said Melinda with another smile.  
She brushed the hair back from her daughter's forehead.  "None of 
the boys seem to have any trouble doing it right now, do they."
     "No, Mommy."
     When Kathy turned to look at him, Jeff leaned back and 
dropped his arms to his sides.  The smile on his face threatened 
to separate the top of his head from the rest of him.  Lower 
down, his cock was at least as big and as hard as he could ever 
remember it being before.  For him, though, that was around five 
inches long and as thick as his big brother's thumb.  He waited 
anxiously for the first touch of a girl's lips on his prick.
     The fact that it would be his little sister, and that his 
mother and brothers were all watching, didn't bother him in the 
least.  He didn't care.  Of the three of them, he would again be 
the first.


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     There was a fluttery feeling deep in Kathy's stomach when 
she leaned over for another close look at her brother's cock.  
Always (well, usually) obedient to her mother's wishes, she was 
going to pay her brother back, no matter how gross it was.  After 
all, if her brothers could do it, she was going to do it, 
regardless.  There was no way she was going to let them show her 
up at anything.  Not if she could help it.
     Four pairs of eyes stared avidly as Kathy got closer and 
closer to that thing sticking up from between her middle 
brother's legs.  They watched as she turned her head first this 
way, then the other, as she worked up the courage to take it in 
her mouth.  Then her lips parted, she leaned forward a little 
more, and it was in.
     "Ouch!" shouted Jeff, as he tried to pull away from his 
sister's face.  She immediately opened her mouth wide and pulled 
back, a frightened look on her face.  There was a few seconds of 
uncomfortable silence before Melinda took charge again.
     "Jeff, what happened?"
     "She bit me!"
     "Did not!" yelled back a nervous Kathy.
     "Did too!"
     "Did not!"
     "Hush up, you two.  Kathy, a guy's cock is just as sensitive 
as the inside of your cunny.  If your teeth scrape his skin, even 
a little bit, it can hurt a lot and feel like someone biting.  
Did your teeth touch him?"
     "Well, maybe a little bit," admitted the little girl.  
Jeff's yell had scared her, making her think she had really hurt 
him.  She loved him too much to do that, even if it got her out 
of doing something gross.  And she wasn't sure she wanted to get 
out of doing it.  If that's what she had to do to get him to lick 
her some more, she was willing to try.
     "Are you ready to try again?"
     "Uh huh," she nodded.
     "This time, Cat, keep your mouth wide open, and use your 
lips to rub his shaft.  Go ahead."
     When she leaned over again, this time a little more 
tentatively, Jeff watched with a nervousness he hadn't felt in a 
while.  He wanted to get sucked off, but didn't want that sudden, 
sharp pain of being bitten again.
     Kathy did as her mother had told her, opening her mouth 
almost as wide as it would go before lowering her mouth around 
his prick.  This time it went in all the way to the back of her 
throat before she stopped.  There wasn't anything left outside, 
as her lips were pressing against the base of his shaft.
     Imitating her brother, she pulled back, then moved in, then 
pulled back, and repeated the same thing over and over again.  
Jeff was used to better, even from Brian.
     "Move your tongue around at the same time," he said.  "It 
makes me feel a lot better."
     Kathy did as Jeff asked, wiggling it under his shaft and 
around the head as she raised and lowered her head.





                                14


     "Suck on it at the same time," interjected her mother.
     Once again, she did as she was instructed, sucking him into 
her mouth, then sucking as though she didn't want to release him 
on the out stroke.
     "Is that better?" asked Melinda of Jeff.
     "Unh, unh, unh," was all he could manage.  The feeling of 
having a girl sucking him off, his sister in fact, was a lot 
different than having a guy sucking him off.  He liked the girl 
feelings a lot better.  Of course, all the talk, licking his 
sister, watching his brother, and having everyone watch him 
getting sucked by a girl for the first time, had him ready to pop 
in far less time than usual.  Being an over-sexed and horny 14-
year-old, he didn't have much of a fuse to begin with, so after 
less time than even he thought was possible, that indescribable 
sensation started somewhere deep in his groin.
     "I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . . gonna cum . . . NOW!" he 
panted; as he felt the first thick bulge ripple through the tube 
on the bottom of his prick, and erupt in an obscene *splat* out 
the tip.
     Kathy, never one to let her brothers one-up her, sucked her 
brother's spouting cock as far into her mouth as it would go.  
When the first thick spurt came out, it was a bit of a surprise, 
but summoning the reserves of courage and daring that had served 
her so well in competing with her older siblings, she simply 
closed her eyes and started swallowing.
     The actions of her mouth, with his cock nearly in her 
throat, massaged and rubbed the head of his prick, milking him 
for even more than the already large load he was emptying into 
his sister's mouth.  Each thick puddle of goo splattered against 
the back of Kathy's mouth; making an obscene, but not really bad-
tasting puddle there.
     There was a sparkle in her eyes as she watched the 
contortions her brother's face went through.  "Maybe Mark was 
right," she thought to herself.  It wasn't nearly as gross as she 
had thought it might be.  And the taste, slightly cloying, sticky 
yet sweet, somewhat like a combination of library-paste and 
honey, while not great, wasn't even in the same league as spinach 
or Brussels sprouts.  Those were things her mother served on a 
regular basis and which the little girl (being a normal kid) 
hated with a passion.
     Kathy decided that she wouldn't mind doing it again . . . as 
long as her brother didn't mind doing her too.  It would be worth 
it.  With a bit of a show, she sat back up and swallowed; 
deliberately and noisily.
     "Did you like that, Jeff?" asked Melinda with a smile.  She 
knew exactly how he felt, but wanted him to say something to make 
his sister feel good about doing again what she had just done.
     "Oh . . . oh yeah.  It was . . . it was GREAT!" he finally 
managed to puff out.  The smile slowly building up on his face 
again made him look like the cat that ate the canary.  "I LOVED 
it!"
     "My turn!" shouted Brian almost immediately, bringing a 
smile to their mother's face.  Kathy looked, and, yes, her 
youngest brother was once again sporting a usable tool.



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     "Kathy?" asked Melinda of her daughter.  "Are you ready to 
do it again?"
     The little girl thought for a few seconds before answering.
     "Well, maybe . . . if he does me too."
     "I'm sure he will.  Won't you, Brian?"
     "Oh yeah!  I'll do you real good!  Better than Jeffy even!" 
the young boy bragged.
     "We'll let Kathy decide if you're better or not.  I think, 
though, that all of you should head off to the boys' bedroom if 
you're going to be doing much more of this today.  Kathy, don't 
let the boys make you do anything you don't want too.  And boys?  
If I hear that you've hurt Kathy in any way, you're all in real 
trouble.  Got it?"
     That last admonition wasn't really necessary, since all the 
boys dearly loved their little sister.  Hurting her, even when 
they were playing rough games, always got them really upset.  The 
fact that Cat didn't blame them didn't matter in the least.  That 
was, in part, why she did so well against them.  The fact that 
she was fast, wiry, strong, tough, fearless, and daring, also 
helped, of course.
     With a grin, Kathy jumped off the couch and started running 
for the boys' room.  "Last one there's a rotten egg!" she yelled 
over her shoulder.  That started a small stampede, as nobody 
wanted to be last.
     "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" shouted Melinda, with some anger in 
her voice.  All the kids stopped dead in their tracks, wondering 
what they had done wrong.  "Maybe," thought Mark, "she really 
wasn't expecting us to continue playing the same game."
     "I thought I taught you kids better than that!"
     The four children stared rather guiltily at their mother; 
unsure what it was they had, or hadn't done, to raise the woman's 
ire like that.
     "Your clothes!" she exclaimed, in an exasperated way.
     "Mommy?" asked Kathy as she started slipping on her panties.  
She wasn't sure if that's what her mother meant, but she was in a 
hurry to feel one of her brothers licking her between the legs 
again.
     "No, you don't have to get dressed.  But I do expect you to 
pick up after yourselves.  You all know better than to leave a 
mess like this lying around.  Now put them in the hamper in the 
bathroom.  I don't think any of you will be wanting to get 
dressed again today."
     There were four relieved sighs, as four children released 
their held breaths.  Their mother wasn't really mad; she was just 
reminding them of their responsibilities.  There was a big 
difference between the former and the latter, as everyone knew 
from painful experience.
     Grabbing their clothes, everybody went running.
     "Mark, hold on a minute.  I'd like to talk with you."
     The young teen wondered what his mother was going to say.  
He really hoped that she wasn't going to tell him he was too old 
or too big to play with his sister.  After watching her suck the 
sperm out of their middle brother, and knowing she would soon be 
doing the same for their youngest brother, he was almost 
desperate to feel her little lips wrapped around his own cock.


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     "I'm proud of you, Mark.  I think you showed a lot of 
maturity and restraint when you said you didn't want to hurt your 
sister.  It was the responsible thing to do, and you did it."
     "Uh, thanks, Mom."  He didn't like the way this conversation 
was going.  She was talking about "maturity" and "restraint" and 
"responsibility".  Those were words he usually associated with 
added chores and decreased freedoms.  "Old enough" were the words 
used whenever his mother and father started letting him do new 
things.  That didn't happen nearly often enough, as far as he was 
concerned.
     "You're right, of course.  Your sister is far too tight, and 
you'd probably hurt her a lot if you tried to stick your penis 
into her vagina right now.  Later, maybe you'll be able to, but 
not right now."
     The idea that his mother EXPECTED him to maybe fuck his 
sister sometime in the future came as a bit of a shock to him, 
and as it sank in, and the image of him pumping his prick as far 
up inside of Cat's pussy as it would go and pumping as much of 
his baby-making juice as his balls could make into her stomach, 
re-stiffened his cock and almost had him squirting all over the 
carpet.  "Yes, Mom.  I guess in a few years she'll be old enough.  
Until then, we'll have other kinds of fun."
     Melinda smiled at the slightly disappointed look on her 
son's face.  She knew exactly what was going through his mind.  
After all, her two older brothers had gone through almost the 
exact same thing.
     "Mark, I didn't say that Melinda was too young."  She waited 
for the stunned look on his face to materialize, as her words 
sank in.  "I said your sister is too tight.  If you tried 
anything with your man-sized prick right now, you could seriously 
hurt her."
     "I know.  So I have to wait until she grows big enough so I 
don't hurt her.  Don't I?"  The confusion on his face and in his 
words were apparent.  The boy didn't think his mother meant that 
he should hurt his little sister, did she?  Even if she did, Mark 
didn't think he could, no matter how badly he and his mother 
wanted him to fuck the little girl.
     "Like I said a minute ago, if you hurt your sister, you'll 
catch it but good.  I'm sure though, that if Cat's willing, you 
could be fucking her in a few weeks."
     "Huh?"  That intelligent response was all he could manage.  
Mark didn't have the slightest idea how that could happen, and it 
showed.  Melinda decided to have pity on him and explain what she 
had in mind.
     "I think that Cat, once she felt a cock inside her pussy, 
would absolutely love fucking.  However, she is far too tight 
right now for you.  Brian, however, would probably fit if you 
lubricated them both enough.  He's small enough that he would 
only stretch her a little bit.  Once she was used to him, then 
Jeff would probably fit.  After lots of practice with him, then, 
and only then, would she be ready for something of your size.  Do 
you get the idea?"





                                17


     A grin slowly spread across the boy's, face as his mother's 
words percolated through.  "You mean you don't mind if I really 
fuck Kathy right in the . . . right in the pussy?"  Mark couldn't 
quite get the word "vagina" to come to his lips.
     "That's entirely between you and her.  If she doesn't want 
to, there's no way I'd ever let you try and force her.  However, 
if she's willing (and I'm sure you'll figure out SOME way of 
getting that to happen) then I guess you really will be fucking 
your little sister . . . right in the pussy, like you say.  Only 
like I told you, Cat has to want it too.  No tricks, no force, 
and most emphatically, no stupid dares.  Right?"
     "Yes, Mom," he said.  The grin on his face was positively 
enormous.
     "Good.  Now scram!"
     Mark scrammed; throwing his shorts in the direction of the 
dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom just before disappearing 
into the bedroom he shared with his brothers.  Sounds of slurping 
and panting could be heard for the few seconds it took for him to 
go in and close the door again.
     Melinda smiled a slow, self-satisfied smile to herself.  Her 
kids were having fun, Kathy was once again playing with her 
brothers, and everybody was having fun.  She knew her daughter 
would enjoy herself, and wouldn't let her brothers do anything to 
her that she didn't want to happen.
     Brian was the only one that lacked self-control, and Cat 
could handle him.  If her talk with Mark was as successful as she 
thought it would be, the four of them would be fucking up a storm 
within a month.  Cat, of course, would probably outlast all three 
boys put together.  She was driven that way, always wanting to be 
faster and better at everything.  "A lot like her mother, when 
she was the same age," she thought to herself.
     After getting comfortable in her chair, she picked up her 
crossword and started looking at it again.  Her mind, however, 
was imagining the things that were at that moment happening in 
the other room.  With three naked and horny boys all vying for 
the attentions of one naked seven year old little girl, she 
figured her daughter would probably have her cunny licked raw 
before the night was out.
     All in all, Melinda was quite satisfied with how things had 
turned out.  Maybe NOW she could get back to her crossword-
puzzle, and be undisturbed for a couple of hours, since the kids 
would be busy trying out things in the other room.  It was a 
little hard thinking of four-letter words for "stiff" without 
thinking of all the hard-ons in the other room though.  No, 
hardon was 6 letters.  Melinda giggled, and tried NOT to think of 
teenaged boys' rampant peters pumping thick white incestuous cum 
into a pre-teenaged little girl's tight little baby-hole; making 
the child's tummy swell with their baby inside her belly, just 
like their mother's had.  It was something like trying not to 
think of a pink elephant.
     Eventually however, she did manage to get somewhat engrossed 
in figuring out the remaining missing pieces of her puzzle.





                                18


     So, it was with some annoyance, when barely a little over an 
hour had passed, Melinda heard her daughter yelling again.  Up to 
then, she had studiously ignored the pants, moans, grunts, 
groans, "ooh"s and "Aah"s coming from the room down the hall.  
Even a fairly loud "Ow!" from Kathy was ignored, as nobody 
started crying or fighting.  That sort of thing was normal, when 
three healthy boys played; and Cat was quite used to the boys' 
roughhousing.  Melinda figured that if she wasn't, then she would 
have to learn anyway, if the 7-year-old was going to keep on 
playing with older boys.
     Only this wasn't just an "ow" she could ignore.  This was a 
child's whining complaint.   "Mo-om!  Mark won't play with me!"  
Oh shit.  Here Melinda had THOUGHT she had that problem solved.
     "What is it NOW?" she asked; turning her head just as the 
little girl came running out of the room; almost bawling with 
frustration.  "Didn't I TELL you boys to play with your little 
sister?" she asked.  "What's the matter Cat?"
     "He . . . he won't play with me," she sobbed.  "He calls me 
too little!"
     "Huh?"
     "Mark told us about a grownup game, called 'Mommy and Daddy' 
where Daddy fucks Mommy," she sniffled.  "Only Mark won't play!"
     "Oh Jeeze," said the older boy; looking at his mother for 
support.  "I can't fuck you Cat.  You're just too little."
     "Mom told you to fuck me, didn't she?"  The little girl 
looked to the two younger boys for support.
     Both brother thought back, and remembered their mother had 
said just that.  "Uhuh," said Jeff, while his little brother 
nodded.
     "But I CAN'T," objected Mark again; still looking to his 
mother for support in his objection, like the little girl had 
looked to his younger brothers for hers.  "Maybe if you try for a 
week or so with Jeffy, you'll get big enough," he said 
desperately.  "I don't want to hurt you.  You're just too little 
for me."  For all his objecting, it was obvious that the older 
boy WANTED to feel his prick sliding up inside his little sister 
almost as desperately as she was arguing for him to do it; as the 
erection the 14-year-old was sporting would have done credit to 
his well-hung father.  This didn't seem to bother the little 
first-grader though.
     "Am NOT!" she proclaimed proudly; standing almost on tiptoe 
to emphasize her height.  "Mom told you to fuck me too, so 
there!"
     Melinda hated to back down on anything . . . but the thought 
of that 6-inch prick on her eldest son going into her little 
girl's tight little slit and tearing her open, while as erotic as 
anything she had ever even THOUGHT about, was actually scary.  
She remembered her earlier warning to the older boy, and knew she 
had to back him up . . . even if she would be having wet-dreams 
for weeks, from the frustration of not letting the little girl 
have her way.  Better to say "No" to the child, and have her mad, 
than have the little girl ruptured or even just hurt.  Besides, 
looking at the mismatch between her child's vagina and the 
rampant dong of the girl's older brother, It might hurt Mark 
almost as much as her if he even tried.


                                19


     "Maybe your brother IS a little to big for you," she tried; 
attempting to shift the onus from Kathy being "too small" to her 
older brother being "too big."
     "It's not FAIR," cried Kathy.  "Mark made up the game, and 
now HE won't even PLAY."  She sniffled; and then continued, "You 
always TOLD me, that if one of the boys told me I was 'too 
little' to play with him, then he had to prove it."
     "But Cat," objected her mother, "Mark's right.  If he even 
tries to fuck you, you could get hurt pretty bad."
     "So what?" objected the little girl; now looking angry, once 
she had made her point.  "I could get hurt playing baseball too.  
But nobody tries to keep me from doing THAT!"  The 7-year-old 
stood staring at her big brothers, little fists firmly planted on 
equally tiny hips, as if daring the boys to even TRY to keep her 
from playing baseball.
     "But this is different," objected Melinda weakly.  The older 
woman knew she was losing the argument; but didn't know how to 
regain the upper hand.  (A sneaky voice inside her head asked her 
if she even WANTED to win . . . or did she really want to see her 
oldest son's prick splitting the little girl wide open?)
     "Is it?" asked her daughter.  Kathy might not be as big or 
strong as her older brothers and mother, but she could match any 
except Brian, and beat all the rest when it came to games of 
logic.  "You always told me I could try," she reminded again.
     "Um."  Melinda couldn't think of anything to say, to rebut 
that argument.  "You remember what happens when you fail," she 
reminded the little girl.
     Mark wasn't sure if he wanted his little sister to win or 
lose this argument.  If she won, and DID manage to take his 
oversized prick up in that tight little hole . . . Mark almost 
came prematurely, at the very thought of filling the child's womb 
with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous cum, and 
being allowed to this on a regular basis.  (Allowed?  It was 
almost as if his mother was REQUIRING that all three of her sons 
do their best to get the little girl pregnant.  Even though it 
would probably be several years before that was even possible.)  
On the other hand, as his mother had just reminded Kathy, if she 
failed, then it would be another whole year before she would 
allow the little girl to even try.  A whole year was almost 
forever to a 7-year-old, and looked almost as long to Mark.  It 
would be murder to the older boy to see his two younger brothers 
fucking their little sister on a regular basis, while he wasn't 
even allowed to try.  Cat's mother knew that.
     "If you don't succeed," she warned her daughter, "I'm not 
going to allow you to fuck Jeff or Brian either . . . it just 
wouldn't be fair to Mark, understand?"
     From looking enthusiastic, the two younger boys suddenly 
wished they hadn't been so eager to support their little sister.  
Now that both boys knew what it felt like to actually have their 
little peters IN a girl, they weren't sure they could ever go 
back to doing without.  Still, they knew better than to even try, 
if their mother told them not to.  If she had to get their father 
involved . . . both boys shuddered at the very idea.




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     While not abusive, their father WAS strict.  He expected all 
four kids, including Kathy, to obey their mother . . . especially 
now.  When they didn't, Jack made sure that the punishment they 
received seem at least twice as bad as whatever the kids had 
thought they were getting out of.  Sometimes his punishments got 
quite imaginative, when he had to punish one of the kids he 
loved, without hurting, but enough to ensure future obedience.  
He just didn't have TIME to be squelching squabbles between his 
children and their mother.  He expected Melinda to be able to 
control the children, and usually she did . . . even when she 
couldn't get around to good, like right now.  That big soft chair 
was SO comfortable.  Which was the very reason her husband had 
bought it for her about two months ago.
     Kathy looked a little scared at the threat; and almost 
backed out.  After all, she HAD fucked both Brian and Jeff.  
Except for when the younger boy had "broke her cherry" as Mark 
had called it, it had been even more fun than getting licked down 
there.  And Mark had mentioned other games too, besides "Mommy 
and Daddy."  Ones like "Making a baby in Little Sister" and 
"Knock me up" and others.  If she couldn't play with him too, 
then half the fun would be gone.  The boy's reminder that she 
would probably be "big enough" to take him in a "week or two" 
seemed almost as far away to the 7-year-old as the year her 
mother was threatening her with if she failed.  Besides, Mark 
hadn't PROMISED to even try, once that "week or two" was up.  A 
week or two could be almost forever . . . as long as a month 
even!  To Cat, the difference between a month or two and a year 
was like the difference to most people between a million years 
from now, and a billion.  It was too far away to imagine 
properly.  Besides, her brothers were once more telling her she 
was "too small" for something; and if there was anything 
guaranteed to get the little girl's dander up, that was it.  She 
had heard that story about where "she might get hurt" too many 
times in the past.  Oh, once in a while the preschooler had 
bitten off a little more than she could chew, but not often.  
Even looking at her big brother's swollen prick, she thought she 
could do it.  After all, she had looked to small for Jeffy's 
prick to fit inside her; but while she had felt stuffed, it 
hadn't really hurt.  "I wanna try it," she insisted.
     Melinda gave up.  It seemed the little slut WAS going to try 
and fit her big brother's prick inside her, whether she got hurt 
or not.  In a way, the older woman was proud of the little girl 
for trying . . . even if she was almost certain the child would 
fail.  Still, she couldn't very well keep Kathy from trying . . . 
not after all the trouble she had getting both her and the older 
boys to accept this method of deciding whether or not they had to 
include their little sister in their play.  Refusing her now, 
without any other reason than "it might hurt" would be far worse 
than letting Mark fuck her.  Besides, Melinda trusted her son.  
She knew the older boy wouldn't just slam his swollen prick in 
the child's belly and squirt her cute little tummy full of 
incestuous sperm.  Mark loved his little sister too much to 
impale her like that.




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     It probably would be sheer torture for the older boy to 
withdraw from inside his little sister if she started hurting; 
but Melinda trusted her son to do it.  Only if he did, the older 
woman knew she would have a LOT to make up to the boy.  "Well," 
she sighed; giving up.  "If you insist, then I guess I can't stop 
you.  Only remember, we all warned you."
     Kathy looked as if she couldn't decide to jump for joy at 
getting the chance, or run for her room in fright at the sight of 
her big brother approaching her, with a prick that looked even 
bigger with every step.  The precum dribbling in suggestive 
drools from the older boy's prick just made it seem all that much 
more obscene, while the sticky drip of the two younger boys' seed 
oozing from her barely post-virginal vagina was almost washed 
away in a combination of horny turn-on, and fright.
     "Remember Mark," reminded their mother, "you don't have to 
get it ALL the way inside her . . . just far enough to fuck her, 
and so you feel enough stimulation to cum inside her."  The way 
things looked, that was likely to be the second the older boy got 
the tip of his prick inside his little sister.
     "Yes Mom."  Mark was far too engrossed at seeing his 
engorged penis spreading his own little sister's cunny-lips, to 
do more than barely agree.
     Melinda wondered if she had been so smart in giving in to 
Cat.  Still, she didn't really see any alternative, if she was to 
live by her own rules.  The older woman was not afraid so much of 
the pain her daughter would feel from having sex with her big 
brother . . . she knew that Mark, while probably being horny out 
of his mind at just the feel of the little girl's slit spreading 
around the tip of his penis, would not rape his sister if it hurt 
too much.  Since she had obviously already lost her virginity 
with the younger boys, there wasn't that worry either.  No, what 
worried Melinda was that if Kathy was NOT able to take her big 
brother's prick up inside her, like she seemed to think she 
could, then the consequences would hurt both her and her three 
brothers far worse than being violated and torn by a big cock 
would.  Now that the kids knew what REAL sex was, between man and 
woman (OK, between boy and girl), returning to just fingers hands 
and mouths would be almost unbearable for the four children.  
Melinda knew better than to relax her rule of "one year" too; 
though how she was going to enforce it THIS time, when she WANTED 
the kids to be happy, she wasn't sure.  For once, Melinda hoped 
she wasn't right, and that her little girl knew more than she 
did.
     Mark wasn't really THINKING anything.  The sight of his 
drooling prick spreading the plump lips of his little sister's 
tiny slit was so erotic it was all his brain could do to retain 
control enough to not slam his cock to the root in the child's 
belly, ripping her open, and skewering her like a pig on a spit.  
Only the scary thought of even accidentally hurting the little 
girl he loved was tending to make his prick soft, as fast as the 
thought of ejaculating his sperm up inside his own sister's belly 
was making him hard.  As said before, Mark was almost ready to 
cum, without even getting inside the little girl . . . almost.




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     Still, the slight softening of his penis, combined with his 
pre-cum drooling off the end of his prick and the fact that Kathy 
was still dribbling cum from where his younger brothers had 
ejaculated in the little girl earlier, had an unexpected effect.
     Melinda had forgotten to take into account the flexibility 
and pliability of the human body.  While "steel-hard" pricks 
filled all the erotic literature, boys' (and men's) pricks are 
made of flesh and blood, not steel, plastic (like a certain 
vibrator . . .), or even bone.  And a child's vagina is not a 
fixed-size plastic-ring, that will split at the entrance of 
anything even a millimeter bigger than it's fixed size.  While 
it's true that Mark probably WOULD have hurt the little girl, if 
he had given into the urge to just slam himself into her; burying 
himself to the root in the child's belly, while he spasmed her 
womb full of incestuous seed, his slow but steady and determined 
push into his little sister's tiny hole had a different effect.
     The whole family watched in amazement as Cat's improbably 
tiny hole seemed to stretch and stretch, and then unbelievably 
stretch some more, before the head of her big brother's swollen 
penis suddenly vanished into the little girl's body with a surge 
that made you expect an audible, "snap."
     While the little girl's vagina HAD stretched enormously, it 
really hadn't gotten much bigger than when she had taken Jeff's 
penis inside her, about a half-hour earlier.  Oh it WAS slightly 
bigger, but the child's vagina would only stretch so far, without 
tearing (as her mother had worried).  Only when the limit of 
elasticity was reached, Kathy's vagina resisted any further 
expansion.  So when her brother continued pushing, something had 
to give.  The "thing" was Mark's prick.  With the insistent 
pressure, and the lubrication provided by his brothers' previous 
ejaculation into the child (not to mention the incredible 
slipperiness provided by his own pre-cum) the 15-year-old could 
have forced his prick into the neck of a Coke-bottle, let alone 
the slightly yielding and soft entrance to his little sister's 
vagina.
     "Ow," said Cat . . . more in surprise, than the slight sting 
of being overstretched.  The whole family looked in amazement at 
where the head of the older boy's penis had vanished into his 
little sister's body.  Even Brian knew that the glans on his big 
brother's prick was larger than the rest; and once the older boy 
had that much inside the little girl, there was no reason the 
rest wouldn't fit as well.
     Only there TWO things stopping Mark from going further.  
Unexpectedly, the first was his little sister's virginity!  While 
both of his younger brothers had fucked the little girl, both had 
been too excited to do more than bounce off the membrane 
protecting the child's "innocence" from her big brothers' pricks, 
before they came in thick white spurts inside their sister's 
squeezing little tunnel.  Besides, they were smaller than the 
older boy (as noted before) so their little peckers didn't need 
the room inside Cat that Mark's almost man-sized prick did.






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     The second thing, was Mark's excitement.  Feeling his own 7-
year-old little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing on his 
prick, while he looked down and actually SAW that engorged member 
vanish into the child's belly was so erotic that he almost 
duplicated his little brothers' earlier actions, and filled his 
little sister's belly with incestuous seed, without finishing the 
job he started.
     "Oh God," he groaned, "I'm gonna . . ."
     "Don't you DARE," warned Melinda; giving her oldest son a 
swat across the rear with the magazine she had been working on.  
"You've got to get it ALL the way up inside her, if you're going 
to get your little sister pregnant."
     "Ow!" said Mark; pulling away from his mother's unexpected 
blow; while barely hearing or understanding the woman's obscene 
suggestion.  This remark was echoed about a half a second later 
by his little sister's "Ow," as her big brother's prick tore 
through her hymen; and four more solid inches of thick brotherly 
prick vanished into the little girl's belly.
     "Now you fuck your little sister PROPERLY," scolded his 
mother, "so Cat can feel what it's like.  It isn't every day a 
girl gets fucked for the first time, so you do it right, you 
hear?"
     "Yes Mom."  The swat, the slight pain, and the yelp from his 
sister had softened the incredible urgency to splatter the 
child's womb with baby-making seed.  Mark pulled out about a 
half-inch, bringing a wince from the little girl, then slid in 
almost two more.  By now the older boy's penis had almost 
completely vanished into his little sister's body, while the tip 
was poking into the knob of her uterus and his balls were 
slapping against the child's rounded little rump.  Mark was 
really and truly fucking his own little sister right in the 
pussy, just like he had dreamed of doing earlier.
     Everyone crowded closer to get a good look, as the 15-year-
old started sliding in and out.  All four observers could see the 
child's flat little tummy bulge each time her big brother slid 
in, then flatten a little as he pulled out.  Kathy, on the other 
hand, didn't need to SEE her big brother's prick making her belly 
bulge . . . she could FEEL it.  Every time the older boy pushed 
into her, Cat felt parts of her tummy being rearranged inside.  
Then, when her brother pulled out, she felt empty and missing 
something.  The feeling of being alternately stuffed, then empty 
was extremely exciting; while the sensation of thick prick 
rubbing against her sensitive cunny-lips and her big brother's 
fur rubbing against her "tingle spot" had Cat almost shaking with 
need to feel more and more of the delicious sensations.
     "See Mom," she said; looking down between her legs, at her 
sweating, panting big brother who was stroking in and out of her 
body, "I TOLD you I could do it."
     "Yes Dear, you did," agreed Melinda; barely able to answer, 
as the incredibly erotic sight of her two children mating in 
front of her almost made her double over in unexpected orgasm 
herself, while her own tummy cramped in sympathy to what she knew 
was happening inside her daughter's body.




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     "Oh God, I'm gonna . . .," croaked Mark, as he suddenly 
fought to extract his penis from within his little sister's body.  
"I've gotta . . ."
     Only Kathy had almost mindlessly wrapped her legs around her 
big brother's waist; and was hornilly trying to pull the older 
boy into her body with almost as much effort as he had been 
trying to pump into her earlier.
     "Don't you DARE pull out," said Melinda; interrupting his 
concentration to keep from filling his little sister's body with 
seed.  "Cat deserves to feel the whole thing, so she knows what 
it's like."
     "Uh, Ugh, Unh," grunted Kathy; forcing herself onto the 
swollen prick that filled her tummy so nicely.  Each time she 
took him to the limit, the base of her brother's prick and his 
fur rubbed deliciously against her "tingle-spot".  Kathy was SO 
close . . .
     "Oh God, what if I . . . ?"  Mark couldn't stop the first 
thick white squirt from rippling though his penis, and into his 
little sister's welcoming body.
     "DO it," said his mother, firmly; watching her son's penis 
jerk in the little girl's belly.  Obviously she would NOT be 
angry or even annoyed if the older boy came in his little sister.
     "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," groaned Mark; as he suddenly felt 
surge after thick gooey surge ripple through the tube on the 
bottom of his penis, before spitting violently into his little 
sister's body.  Each thick glob was met by an answering ripple of 
the little girl's tight sleeve, as Cat's body responded to the 
pleasures of being bred by milking her big brother's penis for 
every drop of precious seed the older boy had in him.
     For what seemed like hours to the frantically mating 
siblings, Mark squirted thick white gobs of incestuous sperm into 
his little sister, while Kathy squeezed and fought against her 
big brother, trying to extract every precious drop.  To the 
watching boys and their mother, it almost looked as if they could 
see the little girl's tummy swell, each time her big brother sent 
another thick squirt of cum into the child's body.
     It may have seemed like hours to Mark and Cat, but the 
erotic dance was over all too soon to the watching threesome; as 
after almost a minute of spasming his little sister full of 
incestuous cum, Mark collapsed on top of the little girl while 
his prick slowly wilted inside her; oozing a few last drops of 
sticky cum in her still tightly squeezing hole.  The incestuous 
pair's crotches were a sticky slimy mess; but that didn't seem to 
bother either of them (or their watching mother, either).
     "Oh God, that was good," croaked Mark, as he finally pulled 
himself erect, and started to pull his softening prick out of his 
little sister's body.










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     "Oooooh," cooed the little girl in agreement, then "Ow," at 
the slight pain of her brother' glans popping out of her.  Even 
soft, and even after that incredible fuck, Cat's hole was STILL 
too small for the head of her big brother's prick to fit through 
easily.  In fact, it would probably be several years before the 
older boy could jam his hard prick up inside the little girl with 
impunity.  Still, now that they both knew what the "real thing" 
was like, neither one would want to go for long without having 
full unprotected vaginal intercourse, with the older boy's prick 
buried to the hilt in his little sister's body, squirting her 
womb full of thick white cum.  They were both hooked, just like 
their mother had been at almost the same age as her daughter.
     Melinda looked with satisfaction at her eldest son's wilting 
prick, and the slimy mess between her little girl's legs.  She 
knew that from now on, she wouldn't have to pressure any of the 
boys to play sexy games with their little sister.  Still . . .
     "From now on," she admonished the boys, "I'll expect each of 
you boys to fuck your little sister at least twice a day.  And I 
don't want any sucking, or fucking her in the ass by any of you, 
until you've cum in her cunny at least once, OK?"
     "But Mom!"  Kathy remembered what her older brother had told 
her about the fun she would be able to have with all three at 
once.
     Melinda caved in, at this.  She remembered similar mornings 
with her father, brothers, and yes even an uncle or two.  "Well, 
OK," she conceded.  "But I STILL expect all three of you to cum 
in your little sister at least once a day, OK?"
     Melinda wasn't too worried about this, as she remembered 
just how horny HER two brothers had been . . . even at only 11 
and 12 years old.
     "Yes Mom," echoed the two younger boys; not even questioning 
the incredibly obscene directions their mother had given them.
     Mark was enough older to know better, however.  "But Mom," 
he objected, "what if I . . . we . . . I mean, what if she . . ."
     ". . . gets pregnant?" Melinda finished.
     Mark nodded mutely.
     "Oh don't be silly," sniggered the older woman.  "Cat's only 
seven years old.  It'll probably be at least three or four years 
before she even starts having periods . . . and probably two or 
three more before one of you kids knock her up.  We'll worry 
about that, when her pants get too tight, OK?"
     Mark just looked at his mother with his jaw gaping.  It 
seemed that Melinda actually EXPECTED her sons to plant a baby in 
the little girl's belly . . . if not now, then in a few years, 
anyway.
     To confirm this, Melinda continued, "So I expect all three 
of you boys to keep practicing making a baby in your little 
sister, until you get it right."
     As if to emphasize the obscene idea, their mother finished 
up by saying, "So Mark, since you're the oldest, and Kathy has 
shown she's big enough to take you, I expect YOU to impregnate 
your little sister at least THREE times a day . . ."
     "Cat, I want YOU to be sure and tell me if your big brother 
doesn't cum in you at least that often, OK?"
     "Cum in me, Mom?"


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     "Squirt his sperm in your tummy, like he just did . . . you 
liked that, didn't you?"
     "Uhuh.  It felt good."
     If the teenager had been surprised earlier, he was astounded 
after hearing THIS exchange.  "You . . . you WANT me to get 
Cat . . . Cat pregnant?" he finally stammered.  While the idea 
was shocking and obscene like nothing he had ever heard before, 
his prick betrayed him by going from a wilted noodle after 
spending himself in his little sister like he had never cum 
before in his life, to a rampant dong that looked fully capable 
of repeating the process.
     "Oh don't be silly," repeated his mother.  "As I said 
before, Cat's too young yet.  I just want you to TRY.  This way 
your little sister can feel what it's like to have a man pumping 
a baby in her belly until she gets old enough to do it 'for real' 
with you boys, when she starts having periods."
     This time Mark didn't say a word, while Kathy just grinned 
up at him.  The little girl seemed pleased by the idea of this 
new "game" of making a baby in her tummy, that her mother seemed 
to want her to play with her older brother.  For a moment Melinda 
thought about making all three boys promise their little sister 
they would get her pregnant as often as possible; then decided 
against the deliciously obscene idea, as she figured it wasn't 
really necessary, since all four kids would almost certainly be 
doing their best in that regard, without any prompting from her.  
And if she did have them make such a promise, then Cat might get 
curious enough to ask HER exactly what it was they were 
promising.  "No," she decided, "Better leave things alone."  
Things were definitely going along nicely, just as they were.
     "Now run along and play," she said; yelling to the four 
children's rapidly receding backs, "And THIS time I don't want to 
hear any complaints from Cat that you're leaving her out of the 
fun, when you have sex!"
     "Yes Mom."  It was hard to tell if the hurried response was 
from one child or all four of them, before the <click> of the 
door announced that all four children had entered the little 
girl's room this time.
     Thinking about that interesting fact, Melinda decided that 
later she was going to have to do something about the sleeping 
arrangements.  There was obviously no more reason for the little 
girl to have a room all her own, while the three older boys were 
crammed into a room barely larger than the girl's.  "Maybe," she 
thought, "I could have Jack remove the partition - it's not load-
bearing - and have the kids all sleep in one bed . . . if I can 
get one big enough.  In the meantime, there's no reason Mark 
can't sleep with her, or possibly one of the other boys, or maybe 
they could rotate or . . . maybe Jack will have some idea."
     She snickered to herself, while wondering if the older man 
would try to figure out some way that HE would end up sleeping 
with the little girl, instead of one of the child's big brothers.  
Well, if anybody could figure out a way to make sleeping 
arrangements sexy, it was probably Jack.





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     Snickering, after deciding to leave any such arrangements to 
her husband, Melinda settled back in the big chair; ignoring the 
pants and groans of a little girl getting royally fucked coming 
from the bedroom down the hall.  She figured that even with the 
boys fucking the little slut three at a time, or in sequence, her 
daughter would probably screw all three boys under the table; 
just like SHE had with her father and brothers, at the same age.  
Melinda figured that if this kept up, she might have to get her 
husband involved after all, just to preserve peace in the family.  
The thought of her husband's swollen prick stretching the child's 
tight little slit wasn't as scary as it should have been, because 
while the older man had a good eight inches of prick, compared to 
Mark's barely six, she knew it wasn't much bigger around.  If it 
had fit, then so would Jack's.
     Melinda wondered if her big brother would mind planting a 
baby in their daughter's belly, the way their father had planted 
Brian in HER tummy, when his sons were off at college.  "It was 
kind of a shame," she mused, "that Dad only managed to knock me 
up once before I got old enough to marry Jack when he came back 
from Stanford."  Even if her husband DID object to the idea of 
getting his own little girl pregnant with his kid, Melinda 
figured that Cat probably wouldn't have to worry about not having 
as many kids as she wanted before she got out of grade-school.
     With all three men (possibly even four) pumping their baby-
juice in the little girl's sweet little tummy, Melinda figured it 
would be just a matter of IF, not WHEN the child became pregnant.  
It might take two or three years, or even five or six, but it was 
only a matter of time before she did.  Melinda knew that the 
thought of a pregnant pre-teen was getting her so aroused she 
would probably be raping her husband the moment the man came in 
the door.  "At least THIS time, we won't have to worry about the 
kids seeing us," she mused, before entering a six-letter-word for 
"Family Lust", starting with the letter "I" in her crossword-
puzzle.
     From the slow rhythmic creaking of bedsprings coming from 
the other room, Melinda figured she wouldn't have to worry about 
the older boys not including their little sister in their "adult" 
games, after this.  And with any luck at all, it wouldn't take 
more than a few years before the kid got "good enough" in the 
lessons of "How to make a baby in Sis" that the older boys were 
giving her, that Kathy would be able to completely take over the 
job of having children from her mother.  Well, time enough to 
think about that, when the little girl's panties started getting 
tight.  In the meantime, maybe now Melinda could complete her 
crossword puzzle without any more interruptions.
     It was quite a bother to keep having to get in and out of 
the comfortable chair, with her belly getting so big, and 
Jennifer squirming inside her like that; almost as if the little 
girl growing inside was as excited at the prospect of her big 
sister having a big tummy, as their mother was.  Melinda lovingly 
patted her squirming tummy; enjoying the erotic pleasure of being 
so nicely filled with her big brother's baby, while she tried to 
figure out a 7-letter-word for women who relied on "rhythm" for 
birth-control.  __OT__R_  Oh!  <Giggle.>  "Mothers."  The 
crossword-puzzle writer was doing an editorial, it seems.


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     "Mom?"  This time the little girl's question was more 
wistful than a complaint.
     Melinda had been peripherally aware of the activity dying 
down, and her daughter making a couple of trips to the bathroom.  
Still, even after taking a pee and wiping up twice, the naked 
child had a slippery drool running down each leg; the one on her 
left reaching almost to her ankles, while the beginnings of an 
even thicker gob of jelly slowly oozed down her right thigh.
     This didn't seem to be what was bothering the little 7-year-
old though.  In fact she hardly seemed to notice the incredibly 
erotic yet obscene sight she made with her slightly rounded 
tummy, skinny little legs, and bare cunny sticking out, with 
slippery drools of her own brothers' sperm dribbling down the 
inside of her legs.
     "What is it Cat?"  Melinda seemed to have an idea, even 
before she asked.  "Did your brothers give out on you?"
     "Uhuh."  The child's voice showed more disappointment, than 
anything else.  "Jeffy and Mark said they were too tired to do 
any more, and Brian went to sleep on me!"
     While Kathy SOUNDED annoyed, Melinda knew her daughter 
wasn't really dissatisfied.  In fact, in spite of the fact she 
knew the little girl would gladly have continued sucking, 
fucking, and probably even having anal sex for quite a while yet, 
the little girl was probably more showing off the fact that SHE 
was still ready to continue doing the thing her brothers had 
tried to keep her out of, when they had all quit on her.  While 
not boastful by nature, Cat obviously wanted to show (her mom at 
least) that she could outlast any of the boys . . . when it came 
to sex, at least.
     Only Melinda wasn't surprised at all.  She knew that any 
girl could outlast any five men, let alone three inexperienced, 
virgin boys.  After all, all a girl had to do was just lie there 
and take it, while a man had to work like heck to ejaculate, and 
it took a lot out of him.  Still . . .
     Melinda took another look at the little girl, and changed 
her mind.  From the matted hair and sweaty sheen of the child's 
skin, combined with the swollen red cunny-lips that had obviously 
been worn red, along with red marks on both legs from working 
against her brothers, the woman figured the little girl had NOT 
just been "lying there and taking it," but had been working just 
as hard to try and excite her brothers, as they had been working 
to get off in her.  "Still horny?" she asked . . . both in 
sympathy, and testing slightly.
     "Horny?"
     "Itchy between the legs . . . wanting more sex," explained 
Melinda.
     "A little," sighed the 7-year-old.  "Tired too."
     "Well, in a few hours I'm sure the boys will be ready to go 
again," reassured her mother.  Kathy brightened at this.
     "Really?" she asked.
     "Really," assured Melinda.  "I'm sure YOU will be recovered 
a little too, by then."
     This time the child's beaming face filled the room with 
happiness.  "Thanks Mom," she said.  "I thought it was all over."



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     Melinda had to smile herself, at the child's naivete.  "Oh 
I'm SURE the boys will want to try again later," she said.  "If 
you want though, I'll ask your father to help out, when he gets 
home.  Would you like that, Cat?"  Melinda held her breath at 
this obscene suggestion.  She almost couldn't believe she was 
suggesting that her little 7-year-old daughter should fuck her 
own father.  Still, with the child already having incestuous 
relations with all three brothers, the next step didn't seem all 
that large.
     "Really, Momma?" asked the little girl, "I can fuck Daddy?  
You don't mind?"
     The little girl's mother had to chuckle.  Trust Cat to put 
her finger on what would bother MOST women.  It wasn't incest or 
even pedophilia.  It was the thought of THEIR man fucking some 
OTHER woman.  It wasn't the fact that the "other" woman was their 
own child, (even a pre-teen or even pre-school child,) that 
mattered so much to them (no matter WHAT they yelled and screamed 
about), it was the idea that THEIR husband was being "unfaithful" 
to them.  Blech!  Some women have such low self-esteem.
     Melinda knew that even if Jack DID fuck their little girl, 
even if he got her pregnant, she would NOT lose him.  In fact, 
the horny lug would probably love her all the more for letting 
him.  Sharing her husband with her daughter didn't bother Melinda 
as much as you might expect . . . possibly because she figured 
that might convince Cat that she should share HER brothers with 
her mother.  "No Dear, I don't mind," she said.  ". . . as long 
as you don't mind sharing your brothers with me."
     Kathy grinned up at her mother.  Both women recognized horny 
sluts in the other.  "As long as YOU don't mind sharing Uncle 
Frank and Grandpa Mike with me," she replied.  This time the 
little girl's grin was almost splitting her face.
     This DID surprise Melinda.  She had THOUGHT her ongoing 
relationship with her father and big brother was a secret from 
the kids.  Obviously "little pitchers have big ears" and eyes 
too, it seemed.  "It's a deal," she grinned back at her nymphette 
offspring.  "Only don't blame me, if your father or grandfather 
is too big to fit inside you."
     "They'll fit," replied the little girl, smugly.
     Somehow Miranda figured the little girl was right.  If they 
didn't, she knew Kathy would MAKE them fit . . . just like she 
had her big brother.
     "Mom?" asked Kathy again.  Once again the wistful sound was 
back in her voice.
     "Yes Cat?"
     "What does Mark mean when he says he's making a baby in my 
tummy?"  The little girl stared pointedly at her own mother's 
swollen belly, as if she knew the answer.
     Melinda took the child's hand in answer, and directed it up 
under her dress, carefully PAST her incredibly overheated pussy, 
and rested it open-palm on her bulging belly.  At 6-months-gone, 
she wasn't huge yet, but the bulge was definitely there.  "Feel 
this Cat?" she asked.
     Kathy nodded wide-eyed; her hand resting on the smooth 
bulge.



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     "That's your little sister Jennifer in there," explained 
Miranda.  "If you wait . . . ooof! . . . you can sometimes feel 
her kicking and squirming inside me, like that."
     By now, the little girl was wide-eyed and gaping, as she 
felt the smooth skin of her mother's belly bulge, then ripple 
underneath her hand.  "You mean I . . . I mean, Mark will . . ."  
Kathy seemed to be both fascinated and frightened at the idea at 
the same time.
     "No Dear . . . you're too young yet," soothed Melinda; 
allowing the little girl to press deeper, and feel her little 
sister's squirming inside their mother.  "You'll have to wait 
until you have periods, before you can get pregnant like this," 
she explained.  "Even then, you don't have to, if you don't want 
to."  Melinda didn't figure a complete course in conception and 
contraception was needed; after all, Cat was only 7.  Still, SOME 
explanation about how babies were made, and where they came from, 
seemed to be in order.  Especially with her big brother's 
"practicing making a baby" in their little sister, two or three 
times a day . . . or perhaps even more often.
     "Periods?"
     "Bleeding between your legs . . . well, it looks like blood 
anyway, and comes out of your hole about once a month or so . . . 
just like Mark's sperm is dripping out of you right now," she 
said; pointedly looking at the thick drool running down her 
daughter's leg.  Both women looked at the obscene sight, but 
neither seemed to be inclined to wipe it up.  Melinda smiled at 
the child's wondering eyes that looked down at the dribble 
running down her thigh, and then back at her mother.  "Oh THAT," 
she finally said; almost dismissing it as if it wasn't important.  
"You mean I can't have a baby unless I'm bleeding down there?"  
Kathy seemed both relieved and disappointed at the same time.
     "Um . . . You can't get PREGNANT until you're having 
periods," her mother explained.  "That's when a man plants his 
baby in your tummy.  The baby takes nine months to grow inside 
you, before you really have a baby to love.  OK?"
     The little girl's eyes seemed to get even bigger.  "You mean 
THAT is why your tummy is getting big?" she asked.
     "Uhuh.  When Jennifer is about three months older, she's 
going to be big enough to come out of Mother, and then you'll 
have a little sister."
     "Oh wow."  The child thought a minute about this.  "You mean 
you'll get even fatter?" she asked.
     "A LOT fatter," giggled Melinda.  "You ain't seen nothing 
yet."
     "Oh.  Will I get that fat, if Daddy makes a baby in me too?" 
she asked.
     Melinda had to laugh; her belly jiggling obscenely as she 
did.  "That WOULD be a big tummy for a little girl like you," she 
snickered.  "Still, as I said, you don't have to worry about that 
yet.  OK?"
     "Ok Mom.  If you're sure."






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     Melinda grinned at the thought of the little girl with a 
tummy almost as big as she was; then almost doubled over as the 
unexpected sexiness of the idea almost gave her an orgasm without 
her even being touched.  "Oooh," she shuddered.  Still, the idea 
WAS sexy!  "Uh, Cat?" she asked.
     "Yes Momma?"
     "If you . . . I mean WHEN you fuck your father tonight, 
could you pretend you're already having periods . . . it would 
just blow your father away."
     "Huh?  Pretend?"
     "Oh forget it Honey.  He wouldn't really believe it 
anyway . . . OK?"
     "Yes Mom."
     For the next hour the two women watched TV, as Melinda had 
finally finished the crossword puzzle, and hated to get up from 
the comfortable chair, except to make supper.  It seemed like she 
made a lot of TV dinners these days.  Sometimes she even had the 
kids make them.  Three more months to go.  Melinda couldn't quite 
make up her mind if she was looking forward to those three months 
of growing so beautifully big with her big brother's baby growing 
inside her, or dreading getting so heavy she could barely move.  
She remembered all too well how big she had gotten with Cat.  "Do 
girls make you get bigger?" she wondered.  Even Mark, when she 
was only 11, hadn't seemed THAT big.  Still, it was hard to tell 
at this stage of pregnancy; as all four kids had been about this 
big in her tummy then.
     As she figured, Melinda was almost ready to rape her husband 
without even letting him have dinner first.  Only his obvious 
hunger, then her little girl's pleading, look made her decide 
that maybe HER sexual hungers weren't the most important ones.  
Melinda loved her family.
     "Uh, Cat?" she said, as soon as everybody was seated and 
eating.
     "Yes Mom?"
     "Could you show your father what you've learned today?"
     Mark's half-eaten Salisbury-steak almost came flying out of 
his mouth as he choked in surprise; while the two younger boys 
stared at their mother in astonishment.  Somehow all three boys 
had expected their mother to keep what they were doing with their 
little sister a secret from their father.  After all, mothers 
just DON'T encourage their teenaged sons to have sex with their 
little sisters.  Especially not full unprotected vaginal 
intercourse with them; and even MORE especially when the little 
girls are barely out of the first grade!
     Still, they should have known that their mother never kept 
secrets from their father.  Also, she didn't seem to think there 
was anything wrong with a teenager fucking a little 7-year-old, 
and squirting thick white incestuous cum in the child's 
developing young womb.  Or if she did, she certainly didn't act 
like it.
     Mark couldn't resist opening his mouth and putting his foot 
in it.  "You mean you want us to . . . to . . ."
     ". . . to show your father what you've been doing with Cat.  
Yes Dear.  I expect all three of you boys to show Jack just 
EXACTLY what you've been doing.  Understand?"


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     "Everything?"
     "Everything.  After dinner, and after your Dad has watched 
the news, I want you four kids to come in the living-room and 
show him just how much you've learned.  OK?"
     "Uh, you mean you want us to . . ." Jeff looked pointedly 
down at the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing.  All four kids had 
changed into light clothing with no underwear, socks, or shoes.
     "Yes Dear," Melinda smiled sweetly at her middle son.  "I 
want you all to wear EXACTLY the same clothes you were wearing 
when you were "practicing" with Cat earlier.  Understand?"  While 
her smile was brilliant, somehow all four kids knew that if they 
came out wearing a stitch of clothing, the boom would fall . . . 
heavily.
     "Uh, What's this all about?" asked Jack.  The funny 
innuendoes had gotten his attention.
     "Nothing much," shrugged Melinda; daring with her eyes the 
kids to say anything different.  "It's just that the boys have 
been practicing something with Cat, and they're all going to show 
you how good they are, after dinner . . . OK?"
     Jack just grinned.  He figured he'd find out what was going 
on in his devious sister's mind soon enough.  This wasn't the 
FIRST time she had set something fun up for him.  Though some of 
the things she had surprised him with weren't things you did in 
front of children.  Still, since the kids were obviously 
involved, it couldn't be anything like that.  <Sigh.>  Damn.  He 
could have used a good piece of ass; and Miranda looked like she 
was about as ripe and ready as he was.  Bedtime looked a long and 
horny way away.
       "Ripe and ready" described Miranda to a "T", with her 
slightly swollen belly, and the wet and squishy cunny that was 
almost dripping with arousal; both from what had happened 
earlier, and with what she knew was going to happen later. It was 
going to be even longer for HER, than it was for her horny 
husband/big-brother.
     Somehow they all made it through dinner, cleaning up 
afterwards, and the nightly news that was almost a permanent 
component of the family's evening.
     Only when the newscast was rolling to a close, with the 
credits just before the commercials, did Miranda take charge.  
"No, don't get up," she instructed Jack.  Miranda KNEW just how 
hard it was to get up out of that comfortable chair and turn 
around.  "Kids, come on in here and practice, so your father can 
watch."
     "Practice?" asked Jack; his eyes bugging slightly as first 
Mark, then his two brothers and their little sister in decreasing 
age, walked into the living-room as naked as the day they were 
born.  "Practice what?" he asked.  It almost looked as if the 
kids were going to have SEX right in front of him.  Still, he 
really expected the kids to just do some fancy kind of exercise 
naked, and his horny slut of a wife figured he would get a kick 
out of seeing the children doing splits and things naked, so she 
would get that much a bigger ride in bed that night.  After all, 
the kids were just KIDS; and Kathy was just a little girl.  For 
some reason Jack seemed to have forgotten just how young Melinda 
was, the first time he slid into bed with HER.


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     "Practice making babies, what else?" asked Melinda smugly, 
looking expectantly at her husband to see if his jaw dropped in 
surprise.  She wasn't disappointed.
     "But . . . but . . . but," Jack stuttered.
     "Oh shut up and watch . . . you sound like a motorboat," 
giggled his sister/wife.  "C'mon kids, show your father how much 
you've learned."
     Mark looked at his father's gaping jaw for reassurance that 
the man wasn't mad, before turning to answer his mother.  "Uh 
Mom?" he asked.  "There's something we've been working at, and 
we're wondering if you'd mind us trying it now?"
     Miranda bowed, and waved her hand at the carpet-covered 
living-room floor.  "It's your show," she said graciously.  
Privately she wondered just WHAT the kids WERE planning on doing, 
almost as much as her husband was."
     "Uh, I'll get down here . . . Or would you prefer Jeff, he's 
smaller?" asked Mark; settling to the floor about three feet in 
front of his parents.
     "No . . . That's OK . . . I don't mind," gulped Cat, almost 
mesmerized by her big brother's swollen prick.  Somehow with the 
boy lying on his back and the engorged member sticking straight 
up like that, it looked almost twice as big as it had felt the 
two times she had it inside her tight little vagina.  And it had 
felt ENORMOUS then!  Still, she HAD taken her brother's prick 
inside her twice, and she wasn't about to "chicken out" in front 
of both parents.  Not Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton anyway!
     The older boy lay himself out flat on the carpet, put his 
hands behind his head like a pillow, and waited.  His left side 
was facing the two adults, with his crotch about three feet in 
front of his father, while his neck was about the same distance 
in front of his mother.  The four kids had decided that Mark 
would "get the best part" this time, as Jeff had gone first three 
times already, and Brian once, as well as being too small to do 
as much as the older boys.  Besides, they all remembered the way 
their mother had seemed to feel when she was watching Mark's 
prick slide into the little girl for the first time.
     "That side, Cat," said Mark, when his little sister started 
to bend over him, her bare rump and cunny almost rubbing in her 
father's face.  While sexy in it's own right, the little girl 
blocked her father's view of what she was about to do.  This time 
Cat kneeled down on the far side of her big brother, bent over, 
and calmly swallowed as much of the older boy's prick as she 
could.  In that position, this was only about four inches, but it 
was enough.
     "Oh!" said Mark involuntarily; as the exquisite sensation of 
his little sister's mouth enveloping his prick almost took his 
breath away.  This exclamation was almost immediately echoed by 
his father's "Ooof!" of surprise, first at the fact that the kids 
actually WERE having sex, and second at how good his little girl 
seemed to be, when he knew his daughter had been an innocent 
virgin the night before.  (Exactly HOW he knew, is another story 
entirely.)





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     After feeling his little sister's mouth sliding up and down 
a few times, Mark reached an arm out to pull the little girl 
around until they were doing a classic "69" not three feet in 
front of their parents.  In this position, Kathy was able to get 
more of her big brother's prick in her mouth, until the boy's 
licking of her tight little twat made her involuntarily hunch 
forward; taking the head of her brother's six-inch prick right 
into her throat, almost gagging her.
     Only Cat had done this with Jeff twice already now, and just 
barely managed to keep from gagging and choking on the enormous 
head that seemed almost caught in her gullet.  Once, twice, three 
times the little girl's mouth descended, until Jack could see the 
child's mouth distended around the base of her big brother's 
prick, almost to the balls on the downstroke, and the whole 
member shiny and slick on the upstroke.  The man had bent over to 
get a better view; and had his nose barely a foot away from where 
his son's penis vanished into the little girl's hard-working 
young mouth.
     At the other end, Melinda had almost as good a view (she 
thought better) of Mark's licking and sucking her daughter's 
tight little slit, with almost as much vigor as the little girl 
was fellating him.  From her bud of a clit (causing squirms and 
wriggles from the little girl) through her plump little slit, 
almost to her rosy bud of an ass, the boy licked and tickled and 
tasted delicious little-girl tastes, until he figured they were 
both excited enough, and had better get on with things before 
they got carried away.
     Gasping, he pulled his wet face away from the delicious 
little peach he had been eating; trying to get his sister's 
attention before he lost control.  "Uh, Cat," he said; gritting 
his teeth against the incredibly delicious sensation of the 
child's warm little mouth doing yeoman duty on her brother's 
swollen peter, "hadn't ewe better . . ."
     Kathy just HATED to stop.  By now the little girl had grown 
to LIKE the taste of "eating" her brothers.  No, not just the 
taste of semen, which she liked too; but the clean masculine 
taste of male prick leaking pre-cum in her mouth.  Sperm or cum 
was OK, but Kathy was almost hooked on the sweet sticky taste of 
the liquid her brother's oozed out of their pricks before they 
squirted hot sticky seed in her gulping throat.  Sperm or Cum was 
like meat and potatoes, while pre-cum was like pie and ice-cream 
to the little girl.  Only here she got her desert first.  Still, 
there were other things to do with a male prick that were even 
better, as her big brother was reminding her.
     Jack just got a glimpse of his little girl's charms, all 
sticky and wet from her big brother's tongue, before the child 
had squirmed around until she was facing the older boy; almost 
lying on top of him rather than kneeling.  He watched with 
amazement, as his daughter backed up slowly, until her big 
brother's prick was almost touching her tiny little slit.  
"Surely," he thought, "surely she's not going to . . ."  She was.
     Jack turned his astonished face to look at his wife; 
expecting the younger woman to stop the two children from what 
was obviously a mistake!  There was no WAY that enormous prick 
would fit in the child's tight little baby-hole . . . no way!


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     Only Melinda (far from trying to stop the two incestuous 
lovers) seemed to be absolutely fascinated by the sight of her 
eldest son's six-inch prick splitting her daughter's cunny-lips 
and pushing up against the tiny hole that seemed to be almost an 
order-of-magnitude too small for the boy to fit it inside.
     "Uh," started Jack, trying to object before it was too late, 
and his precious little girl got torn by the enormous spike 
tearing her cunny open.  Only he couldn't bring himself to say 
it.  Even knowing that Cat was in control, he just KNEW the child 
would hurt herself if she even tried taking that thing inside 
her.  Why it was almost as big around as HIS prick was.  Jack 
couldn't help himself.  Instead of stopping the two children from 
mating, his horny prick gave a squirt of pre-cum himself, as he 
wet his shorts at the very thought of a prick as big around as 
HIS violating his little girl.
     Only Cat didn't ACT "violated".  With a horny squirm, she 
almost screwed herself onto the swollen member poking at her 
cunny, until there was a slight "slurp" and the glans of the 
prick vanished into her body.  There was an "Oooh" of 
satisfaction from both kids, as almost two inches of fat prick 
slid further into the child's body.  By this time it was obvious 
to even their amazed father that Kathy was not only not hurt by 
her big brother's enormous dong sliding into her body, she was 
actually enjoying it.  "Oooh, that feels good," she said; 
wriggling her way down on the spike embedded in her belly, as if 
it confirm this.  Mark just groaned in agreement.
     "Your turn, Brian," said Cat in satisfaction, once a couple 
of slides up and down had shown her she was lubricated enough to 
take almost all of the 15-year-old's prick inside her.
     Jeff watched with a little envy, as for once he was last.  
Still, his turn was "cumming" shortly.
     At his little sister's order, Brian walked around in front 
of the little girl, his semi-hard prick dangling almost in his 
big brother's face.
     Mark took the opportunity to suck the tip of the boy's prick 
for a minute, until it got too stiff, and Kathy had to take over.  
After about three good sucks, she decided it was enough, and 
said, "Now."
     Jack lifted his head from where he had been engrossed in the 
erotic sight of his eldest son's prick stretching the tiny little 
slit of his 7-year-old little girl, just in time to see the two 
younger boys swap places.  Jeff groaned in delight, as his little 
sister almost swallowed his swollen member; taking the middle boy 
almost halfway down her throat, only easily; not like the hard 
time she had with his big brother.
     This erotic sight almost made Jack miss the younger boy's 
"entrance".  Only the fact that his face was about a foot away 
from the child's rear, made Jack notice the younger boy's 
approach, just before he walked right up between his siblings' 
four legs, and kneeled down to push his swollen little peter to 
the hilt in the little girl's ass!






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     Jack felt like he had been punched in the gut, at the erotic 
sight.  The involuntary groan from his right, told him that his 
wife wasn't much better off. Pulling back to see the entire 
coupling, he got a complete view of what was going on, just 
before all four children started squirming together, in one big 
nasty.
     Only it WASN'T nasty.  Erotic, sexy, loving, and horny as 
hell, but not one of the children seemed to thing there was 
anything wrong with what they were doing.  It felt good, nobody 
had ever told them that sex like this was nasty or naughty, they 
all loved each other, and each one KNEW that the other three were 
having as much fun as they were.  For once, Jack felt sad at the 
way his parents had raised him and his siblings.  When THEY had 
sex, their parents had let them know just how other people felt 
about family members having sex together.  The whole thing BEING 
"nasty" had been as much a 'turn-on" to their parents, as the sex 
itself was.  Now he finally realized that sex with your sister 
wasn't the obscene thing that had been vaguely bothering him, 
ever since his parents had found out he was having sex with the 
little girl when her panties got tight, and had joined in with 
gusto; including his little brother almost by accident.
     Sex it seems, was NOT "nasty".  What was nasty, was people's 
bigoted, prejudiced, biased, slimy attitude towards a normal 
thing.  Having sex with somebody you love, far from being nasty, 
was the ultimate expression OF that love.  If that someone 
happened to be a family-member, then so much the better.  After 
all, who ELSE knows you better than your own family?  If somebody 
who knows you that well, love you enough to want to have sex with 
you, then any lesser love pales in comparison.
     When that person loves you enough to have your 
children . . . like his sister had carried three of his . . . 
well, four now . . . Jack felt like he had a religious 
experience; almost ignoring the frantic squirming, grunts, 
groans, "oooh"s and "ow"s of the madly coupling foursome on the 
floor.  He was too busy kissing his wife, feeling her wonderfully 
swollen tummy, and wishing he could thank her the way she 
deserved, for showing him this wonderful thing through their 
children.  Up to now, Jack had always felt slightly guilty about 
marrying his own sister . . . no matter HOW much they loved each 
other.  From now on, he figured he wouldn't feel guilty about his 
incestuous relationship, he would glory in it.
     That resolve would soon be tested.
     "Uh, Ugh, UUuuuhhh!"
     "MmmnMmnnph, mmmf."
     The groans of the older boy, coupled with the muffled cries 
of his daughter brought both parents' attention back to their 
frantically mating children.  Just in time too; as Jeff stumbled 
away from the remaining threesome, with a satisfied, almost 
stunned look on his face.  Cat didn't seem to notice that she had 
half a mouthful of thick white cum coating her tongue and teeth, 
as she was too involved in working back and forth between the 
other two boys, as if her little ass was a shuttle on a loom gone 
out of control.  She didn't bother licking up the obscene mess, 
or swallowing it either; just panting in rising passion, as her 
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     "Oh shit!", exclaimed Mark, as his little sister's rising 
keen of passions surprised him as well as the whole family.  "Ah, 
aaaaahhhh!  AhahaaaaaaeeeeeEEEEEkkKK!!!" Cat squealed as she 
spasmed uncontrollably.  "Oh Oooooh!"
     The sudden frantic squeezing of his little sister's already 
incredibly tight cunny was too much for the older boy; and 
suddenly everybody in the room except Cat was aware of  the older 
boy's ejaculation in his little sister, as a white bubble 
appeared on the boy's prick, just before it got churned almost to 
foam by the little girl's wild gyrations.  As each thick squirt 
went into the little girl's body, most of it was squeezed out of 
the tight little hole, by her frantic pumping and gravity.  Mark 
didn't care.  The incredibly exquisite feel of each thick bulge 
rippling through the tube on the bottom of his swollen prick, 
before being injected into his little sister's squeezing young 
sleeve, would have had to be felt to be appreciated.  Mark knew 
that Heaven couldn't be half as good as feeling your own 7-year-
old sister get off for the first time around your swollen, 
spitting penis, while you're spasming the child's tummy full of 
the thick white cum you've been saving up for hours.
     Eventually the two lovers collapsed in a heap; pulling away 
from the little boy who had been quietly sliding in and out of 
his sister's gyrating bottom.
     "Did you get off too?" asked Melinda.
     "Naw . . . . Didn't need to.  It felt GOOD."  The younger 
boy seemed fully satisfied.
     Both parents looked down at the obscene yet lovely coupling 
of the two remaining children.  Their crotches were a slimy mess, 
but Mark still remained intimately connected to the little girl, 
while Cat was almost smothering her big brother with kisses.
     "Oh that felt good!  Thank you, thank you, thank you," Cat 
finally started to run down.
     "Well," said Melinda, " I guess that Cat finally got to know 
what 'REAL' good felt like."
     Everybody but Jack giggled at this, but he smiled dutifully.  
It wasn't until a couple of hours later that somebody managed to 
explain that this was Cat's first orgasm, and they had all been 
telling her for hours that sex felt "real good."  Then he not 
only giggled, he laughed for almost half an hour; chuckling and 
snorting occasionally at the cute thought.
     "Daddy?" asked Cat; still somewhat breathy from her first 
orgasm.
     "Yes, Hon?"
     "Did you like it?  Mark and I are getting REAL good at 
making babies.  At least I think so, anyway.  It DOES feel real 
good, just like they said it would."
     "Oooh," Jack groaned; almost cumming in his pants at the 
very thought.
     "Can we do it now Daddy?  Pleeeeaase?  Momma said you'd help 
me out; and the boys just keep quitting on me!"







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     "Ooooh!" groaned Mark, in involuntary agreement.  It was 
obvious that all three boys were finished for the night; 
including Brian.  While the older boy still had his prick in the 
little girl's tight little tunnel (being so big it wouldn't come 
out without effort) even his sister's irregular squeezing and 
clamping as twinges of mini-orgasms still rippled through her 
tummy, couldn't erect the overused member.  After ejaculating his 
sperm in his little sister's mouth twice, her hand once, and her 
tight little cunny three times, it would be several hours before 
the boy could get it up again; and by then it would be long past 
his bedtime . . . even at fifteen.
     The other two boys weren't in any better shape.
     "Please, Daddy?" repeated Kathy, hopefully.  It was with 
some considerable regret that she pulled off her older brother; 
the boy's penis making an audible "splop" as the glans 
disengaged.  This was followed almost immediately by another 
gurgling "schullop", as a big blob of thick white goo slurped out 
of the little girl's cunny, and landed in a quivering puddle on 
her brother's crotch.  She giggled at the sight.  "Ooh," she 
said; "your stuff is all yucky!"  Taking everybody by surprise, 
Cat turned around and actually swallowed the boy's slimy member!
     Pausing for second after slurping the softening prick free 
of the white stuff streaking it, Cat added, "Tastes good though," 
before continuing to lick and slurp up every drop until her 
brother's prick and groin were completely free of semen.  "Good 
to the last drop," she commented, before licking her lips and 
exposing pearly teeth with white goo hanging from them, before 
swallowing noisily, licking her teeth and lips clean, and then 
swallowing noisily again.  "Thanks Mark," she said.
     It was obvious that the little girl was right about her 
three brothers.  Even after that incredible tongue-job, and the 
erotic sight of her lapping up her brother's cum, not one of the 
three had anything approaching a hard-on.
     Jack however, was so hard he was afraid he would be unable 
to get his pants off, without wasting his load down the leg.  
(Which would have been a crying shame, with two horny and 
available females almost panting for that load of baby-juice in 
their tummies.)  "Are you sure?" he asked Kathy; while struggling 
mightily to remove his shoes, so he wouldn't trip over his pants 
when he pulled them off.  Only instead of looking at his 
daughter, Jack seemed to be looking more at his sexy, pregnant 
wife for an answer.
     "Pleeeeeaase, Daddy?" repeated Cat, imploringly.
     Only it was his wife's silent nod that decided him.  "OK, 
Cat," he said, "If you want it, you've got it.  Only . . . only 
you've got to TELL me what you want me to do."  By this time the 
man had struggled out of almost all his clothes; and paused 
waiting for his child's response before removing his jockey-
shorts.
     "Can you make a baby in my tummy?  Please Daddy?  Mark says 
I'm getting pretty good at that."
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     One minute the mismatched couple were two feet apart, the 
next Jack was fitting his swollen prick into the still cum-
dribbling hole between his daughter's legs, as she lay on her 
back, knees spread and welcomed the man she loved most into her 
body.
     "Jack!  Careful."  Melinda's cry of warning managed to shock 
some sense into her husband, before he jammed his prick to the 
root in the child's belly without thinking.  "She's just a little 
girl."
     "Oh."  Jack didn't argue.  In fact, he was grateful for his 
wife's reminder.  This time he took it a little slower; pushing 
firmly against the child's tiny little hole, then slowly 
increasing the pressure.  It didn't look like the man's prick 
could possibly fit in that tiny thing; but everybody had seen her 
almost equally large brother's prick go inside.  So, with a few 
grunts, groans, and a slight yelp from Kathy when her father's 
prick suddenly vanished inside her, they actually started 
fucking.  After all the sperm her brother had ejaculated inside 
her tight little tunnel, combined with the thick drool that had 
been running almost continuously from the man's engorged prick 
for over 15 minutes, neither one of the incestuous pair needed 
any extra lubrication.  Once the head popped inside, the rest of 
her father's prick slid into the little girl until the hole in 
the tip was pressed firmly against the child's cervix, and only a 
little over half an inch remained outside.
     Jack knew he wouldn't last long in the sliding wet heat of 
his own daughter's incredibly tight sex.  That the little girl 
AND her mother WANTED him to do this unbelievable thing . . . 
fuck his own daughter and ejaculate his potent sperm in the 
child's belly, as if he was actually TRYING to get the little 
girl pregnant with her own father's baby, was so stimulating that 
he almost came the second his prick slid all the way into his 
little girl's body.  Still, even for all the eroticism of having 
full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own 7-year-old 
daughter, Jack was a much better lover than to just stick his 
prick in a girl and squirt her tummy full of thick white baby-
juice . . . no matter if that WAS exactly what the child was 
begging him to do.
     "Oooh, Honey," he said, "work with your old daddy.  Help 
your horny old dad slide this big old thing in and out a bit, and 
Daddy is going to give his little girl a nice big helping of 
baby-juice in her tummy.  Would you like that, Cat?"
     "Please, Daddy," whined Kathy.  "I wanna feel my tummy 
getting big, just like Mommy's.  Please?  I've been practicing 
making a baby ALL day long.  Can we do it now . . . please 
Daddy?"
     Oh shit.  Jack was NOT unfeeling; and didn't know quite how 
to handle this one . . . Geesh, the kid was just seven years old!
     "Uh Honey," he tried to explain, "You're a little too young 
to have a baby yet."  Still, the very idea almost had him 
spurting thick white cum in the little girl, before he barely got 
started fucking her.  Jack tried to calm his raging prick, so he 
could give his daughter the fucking she deserved.




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     "It'll probably be four or five years before you have 
periods yet," he emphasized; wondering if he'd have to explain 
menstruation to the little girl.
     "You mean my monthlies?  That bloody stuff that comes out of 
my cunny-hole?"  Kathy showed she HAD been listening to her 
mother.
     "Uhuh."  Jack's hair stood almost on end at the 
implications.  Surely the child was WAY too young to . . .
     "Oh.  I've been having them for several months now," replied 
Cat calmly; working steadily back against her father now.
     While the sensation of his own little girl fucking his prick 
like he hadn't felt since the first time he had crawled into bed 
with Melinda at almost the same age, was almost sucking the sperm 
out of his balls; the guilty idea of even accidentally getting 
his own kid pregnant made Jack fight to extract his prick from 
inside the little girl before he filled her womb with so much 
sperm she'd be having his babies for twenty years.  "Oh God," he 
groaned, "I've got to pull out.  I can't get my own daughter 
pregnant!"  As long as it had been just a fantasy, it was an 
incredible turn-on.  If it was actually possible, then the danger 
was incredibly scary.  Surprisingly, the danger of accidentally 
getting the little girl pregnant was almost as (or even more) 
sexually stimulating than doing it deliberately, even if only as 
a fantasy.
     "It's OK Daddy," soothed Kathy.  "I'm not bleeding NOW.  
Momma says I can't get pregnant until I start bleeding."
     "Oh."  Jack relaxed, and let his member slide into his 
daughter all the way.  It was just his horny wife and one of her 
sexy fantasies huh?  Well, after this was over, he'd show the 
teasing slut a thing or two about fantasies!  "Are you sure, 
Honey?" he asked; enjoying the feel of the child's cervix butting 
against the tip of his penis, while the incredibly tight ring at 
the bottom gripped the base of his prick like an overtight 
rubber-band.  God, did that feel good.  Jack felt the first thin 
squirt of sperm spit through the tip of his prick, presaging his 
full ejaculation in his daughter.
     "Uhuh," crooned Cat, "The last time was a little over two 
weeks ago, Daddy.  So you can cum in me all you want."
     It was too much.  As said, Jack was already cumming in the 
little girl, when this erotic message hit his mind like a 
blackjack filled with steel ball-bearings.  Involuntarily, his 
hips hunched forward, instead of pulling back against his 
daughter's tightening legs, so the first thick jet of incestuous 
seed was ejaculated right up inside the little girl's tight 
little tunnel and almost forced into her receptive young womb by 
the pressure.
     A second thick squirt and then a third followed the first; 
until the child's vagina and womb were almost swamped with her 
father's lusty seed, and millions of tiny tadpoles had started 
making their way through the mucous plug of her uterus; wriggling 
their way further in, in search of the child's waiting eggs.  By 
the time a fourth and then fifth surge of sperm started fighting 
their way into the girl's body, it was far too late for Jack to 
pull out; as several hundred-thousand of the lusty wrigglers were 
already through her cervix, while only one was necessary.


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     Jack collapsed on his daughter; deciding he might as well 
enjoy the pleasures of her tight little tunnel squeezing in 
orgasm on his belching prick; as it was far too late to do 
anything else.  At least Kathy seemed to have enjoyed it almost 
as much as he had.  "Thanks, Kathy," he groaned; collapsing and 
almost crushing the little girl with his heartfelt hug and love 
for her, while his prick slowly shrank in the first-grader's 
belly, and gave a few last ineffectual tries to ejaculate a 
little more incestuous sperm in the child's body.
     "Thanks, Daddy," she replied in turn; hugging him back just 
as hard, while trying to ignore his crushing weight.  If she 
complained, she knew her father would get up and pull out, and 
her tiny cunny was still clamping and squeezing with mini-
orgasms, as her body involuntarily milked her father's shrinking 
penis for every drop of precious seed.
     "That felt even better than when Jeffy or Mark does it."  
Cat didn't realize that a woman's second or third orgasm just 
built on the excitement of the earlier ones.
     "Thanks, Cat," said Melinda; grateful to her little girl for 
doing so much for the man they both loved.  She was almost ready 
to ask Jack to, "Promise Cat you'll get her pregnant, as often as 
you can," only she decided that maybe the erotic thought was just 
a little TOO scary for the man; and maybe she had pushed things 
far enough already.  Maybe it was time to let her husband off the 
hook . . . .
     "That was quite a nice fantasy you pulled on your father; 
pretending you've already started having periods like that," 
Melinda finished.  The beaming look of pride she gave the little 
girl would have made anybody's day.
     "Pretending?" asked Kathy; seemingly puzzled; looking down 
with interest as her father climbed off of her.  The slight wince 
she gave as the man extracted his half-hard dong from inside her 
was barely noticed.  "Pretending about what, Mom?"  The youngster 
seemed completely unconcerned about the incredibly erotic sight 
she made, with her legs spread, hair mussed, rosy pink nipples 
standing up on her tiny little chest, and the bare reddened, 
swollen, and slightly overused cunny between her legs, slowly 
oozing a thick white bubble of her own father's sperm.
     "About you having periods yet . . . bleeding from your 
vagina."  The woman's voice had changed from pride to almost 
fright; and had a pleading note to it.
     "Oh that," shrugged Kathy; seeming almost uninterested.  
"Why would I pretend about something like that?"
     Kathy couldn't understand why everybody in the family was 
staring at her.  Well after all, the little girl WAS only seven 
years old.











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