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                         An Erotic Story

     I know it's wrong to let my husband have sex with our 
daughters . . . but what other choice do I have?  I don't even 
really have the excuse that my father fucked ME, from the time I 
was 11, until the day I married Jack.  After all those were 
different days and different circumstances.  I mean, it's just 
not RIGHT these days for a man to fuck his own daughters.  Oh 
sure, neither Mellie nor Lucy minds having sex with Jack.  Minds?  
Oh heck.  Neither one of the kids any more "minds" having sex 
with her own father, than I did when I was their age; acting like 
insatiable little sluts, just begging him to slide his thick 
prick up inside them, any time they think there's half a chance 
he might get a hard-on.  I've barely gotten fucked myself, twice 
in the past couple of weeks.  No, both girls definitely like sex.  
Only that's the trouble . . . ALL kids like sex; and what little 
girl is going to turn down sex from her own father, if he shows 
even the slightest interest?  And I had made certain that Jack 
showed more than "slight" interest, believe you me.
     So, with Jack crawling in bed with them that night, what 
normal girl WOULD object to her father climbing in bed with her, 
taking her virginity, fucking her, cumming inside her, and 
filling her fertile young womb with thick white squirts of her 
own father's incestuous seed, if she KNEW the man loved her, and 
wanted her to enjoy sex with him, as much as he did with her?  
Some people would say it was almost like rape to even let a girl 
know her father wanted to have sex with her, let alone make it 
clear in such an unmistakable manner.  After all, what girl is 
going to refuse her own father . . . the man she has loved and 
admired since she was a toddler, or even younger?  No, I knew my 
girls really wouldn't have any choice, once I sent their father 
naked into their room, and had him climb in bed with them.  
Still, what other choice DID I have?
     Huh?  No, of course not!  Jack was NOT pressuring me for 
permission to rape our little girls!  If he had even suggested 
such a thing . . . well, he would be gone so fast . . .
     No, this was all MY idea; and I even had to convince Jack 
that it was best for the girls.  Even though I had enjoyed sex 
with my father (and brothers and grandfather and uncles, etc.). I 
still knew it wasn't right for Lucy or Melinda.  After all, they 
didn't have three horny brothers sleeping in the same room, not 
to mention a grandfather in the same house, along with numerous 
uncles living nearby as well as my father, like I did.  But as I 
said before, what other choice DID I have?
     It actually took almost a week to convince my husband I was 
serious, but once I pointed out the options, and he was certain I 
wouldn't be mad at him for fucking his own daughters (Ha!  Fat 
chance, after MY upbringing) we waited until the appropriate 
night, and then I told the girls that their father would be in to 
teach them about sex, when they went to bed that night.
     You never saw such openmouthed astonishment from two little 
girls in your life, but neither one asked a single question.  I 
guess they figured that if they ASKED, they might be 
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even Melinda joined her eleven-year-old little sister in bed, at 
the unseasonably early hour of 8:30.  The teenager hadn't gone to 
bed before 9:00, since the day she turned 13, almost two months 
earlier.  To see BOTH brunettes brushing their teeth and hair 
almost half an hour early for the youngest, and over an hour 
early for the older one, almost had me shaking with silent 
giggles.  Maybe this plan would have other unexpected benefits as 
well as those planned.  Still, I made sure that both girls didn't 
skimp on their toilet; even helping Lucy get in the full 100 
strokes with the brush that made their long brown hair shine so 
beautifully.  Melinda's hair reaches to her shoulder-blades, 
while Lucy's goes almost to the crack of her cute little butt.  
BOTH girls know just how sexy their hair is, and work to keep it 
that way (one of the many reasons I figured Jack and I just HAD 
to do something quick . . . or at least Jack did, anyway).
     Three times I had decided to watch, and three times I had 
decided it would be better if I was NOT in the same room.  Still, 
I guess it was my curiosity that won out.  Right or wrong, 
distraction or not, I just COULDN'T miss seeing the man I love 
take our daughters' virginities.  I justified my horny curiosity 
by telling myself the girls would be less nervous if they knew I 
was there when they first had sex.  That way, they wouldn't feel 
that there was anything wrong, or be scared that I might be mad 
at either them or their father for having sex together (not that 
I had EVER shown signs of jealousy when they sexually teased 
their father, but this was more than just teasing).
     I think both girls were slightly surprised, when their 
father came into their bedroom only wearing a smile and a half-
hard-on.  I followed about three feet behind, and settled into 
the single chair in their bedroom to watch.
     "Uh, Girls," said Jack, pointing to the bedding they had 
pulled up to their chins.
     "Yes Daddy?"
     "It's kind of hard to teach you about sex, when you're all 
covered up like that."  My husband's voice was as calm as if he 
was going to teach the girls how to saw a board in two.
     "You mean, like this?" asked Mellie; kicking the covers off 
both herself and her little sister simultaneously.  Lucy just 
blushed; and made a slightly aborted attempt to cover herself 
with her hands, before copying her older sister and letting their 
father have a GOOD look at their charms.
     Well, there was little doubt my husband would "be up to the 
job" he was about to do.  While both girls were brunettes and had 
beautiful faces, from the neck down the similarities vanished.  
At 13, Melinda looked far older than her nominal age.  The 
teenager would probably have almost as little difficulty 
obtaining drinks in a bar as I would.  Her breasts, while not 
overly large and swollen, WERE well-developed.  Being that young, 
they stuck out in front of her so firmly, that even though she 
easily filled a 'C' cup, the teenager looked little different 
when she was wearing a bra, than she did without.  Two firm ripe 
titties that made your mouth water to suck on (even ME, and I 
haven't suckled on a woman's breasts since that day when me and 
my little sister . . .).  Down from the smooth jut of her 
breasts, was a nicely rounded tummy that led to a navel that was 


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perfectly symmetrical, and was the type that advertisers just 
loved to put in commercials.  Below that, smoothly rounded hips, 
and a perfect vee of light curly fuzz just barely hid the child's 
developing sex.  I could similarly describe Melinda's legs, but 
suffice to say they were almost as good as the upper parts I just 
described.  In other words, our eldest daughter looked like a 
full woman, and was almost the average guy's wet-dream.  If no 
boys had yet tried to get in her panties, then for sure quite a 
few soon would.  It was THIS inevitability that had prompted my 
present decision.  Far better that I (and Jack) took steps to 
protect the girls from the inevitable, than let them find out the 
hard way what dangers were out there.  And, unlike the days when 
I was young, the dangers the girls faced these days were MUCH 
greater than those I faced in mine.
     Lucy, unlike her big sister, didn't show the slightest sign 
of approaching puberty.  Even though the nubile young girl was a 
full woman in the way that counts, not the slightest hint of hair 
covered her pubic mound, and her breasts were barely more swollen 
than some boys.  Still, her hips had lost the boniness she had 
two years earlier, and the 11-year-old's hips had padded out 
slightly.  The most obvious indication of her pubescence was NOT 
the fact that the little girl had been having periods or 
monthlies for over 8 months now, but her attitude.  While she 
looked more like a pedophile's delight, than the nubile woman her 
big sister was, the little scamp had been acting and dressing 
like a slut for almost two months now.  Short little dresses with 
padding, and a conscious wriggle in her hips at every male person 
in reach, from her father and uncles, to any boy unlucky enough 
to get close to her, Lucy had been acting the very epitome of 
"kinderslut" and "pre-teen tease" that often led to little girls 
getting fucked, if not raped (though it's hard to justify calling 
it rape, if the little girl climbs in a man's lap, pants nasty 
suggestions in his ear, and grinds her panty-clad crotch against 
his swollen prick).  In fact, it was Lucy's actions far more than 
her big sister's body, that had forced me to make the decision I 
had.  I had weighed the relative risks, and then decided which 
ones would be less dangerous for my little girls.  I wasn't 
completely happy with the choices, but as I said before, in this 
day and age, there just wasn't that much choice.
     "Uh, Girls," repeated my husband, looking pointedly at the 
nightgown-covered and panty-clad bodies of our daughters, "you'll 
have to take THOSE off too, you know."
     Up to then, I don't think either of our daughters had REALLY 
believed that Jack was going to have sex with them.  Still, Lucy 
at least seemed eager enough.
     "You mean it Daddy?" she squealed; not pausing to wait for 
an answer, but skinning out of the short little nightie and 
panties, "we should get undressed so you can . . . can . . ."
     ". . . can teach you about sex, and fuck you, and 
everything," confirmed Jack.
     Well . . . THAT certainly left no doubt about what was going 
to happen.  If either girl had the slightest reservations about 
having real vaginal intercourse with her own father, neither one 
of them showed it.  Five seconds later both girls were as naked 
as my husband; looking interestedly at the thick prick that was 


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leaking pre-cum at the very thought of sliding into such 
delectable young snatches.
     "I guess, I'd better start by teaching you girls about sex," 
gulped Jack.  I guess he hadn't expected our two daughters to 
take to the idea so quickly.  Only neither girl was all that 
naive.
     "Bullshit," snorted Melinda.  Jack just stared at our eldest 
daughter.
     "Yeah, Daddy," confirmed Lucy.  "Tell us what this is REALLY 
about.  Both Mellie and I already KNOW about sex, and YOU know it 
too.  So what's the big deal about?  Doesn't Mom give you enough 
sex any more?  Are you two fighting?"  Here Lucy looked over at 
me, and I shook my head.  I had agreed to let Jack do all the 
talking, and unless he fell down on the job completely, I was 
going to let him do it.
     "Uh . . . No, it isn't that," said Jack; sweating visibly.  
"It's just that you two girls are getting to be women (here both 
girls giggled) and pretty soon boys are going to start making 
passes at you, and trying to 'get in your pants.'"  Here both 
girls looked at each other with big grins, before Lucy answered, 
"Boy, you've sure got THAT one right!"
     This caused me to worry slightly, and I could tell Jack had 
the same thoughts I did.  "Uh," he started, "those boys . . . 
have any of them . . . I mean, did either of you?"  If anything, 
he was far more flustered than either of the girls.
     "Oh Daddy," said Melinda, indignantly, "of course not!"  
Lucy backed her big sister up; but couldn't help adding, "Though 
I've got to admit, it HAS been tempting sometimes."
     Jack looked too confused to go on; so I took over 
temporarily.  "That's what your father and I are worried about," 
I explained.  "What with diseases and all these days, including 
incurable ones like herpes, new strains of gonorrhea, and yes, 
even AIDS, we don't want you kids taking any chances."
     "But Mom!" groaned both girls in disgust.  I shushed them.
     "I know," I said, "neither of you girls are having sex right 
now, and don't PLAN on having any.  Only that's the trouble . . . 
you haven't had any yet."
     Boy, did THAT draw puzzled looks from both of them.
     "Not having HAD sex," I explained, "you don't know what it's 
like.  Once you DO start having sex, I'm certain you'll be just 
like I was, and almost any other girl I ever met . . . you won't 
be able to stop.  It just feels to GOOD to stop, once you start."  
I held up a hand to forestall further questions, while I 
continued, "The trouble is: you don't know WHO your partner is or 
was having sex with.  He may be a virgin, but it's most unlikely 
that any boy experienced enough to seduce either of you still is.  
And you don't know who HE is or was having sex with.  
Essentially, it's like you are having sex with whoever he had sex 
with, and then whoever THEY had sex with.  Get it?"
     "But Mom," objected Lucy, "what are we supposed to DO?"  It 
was obvious that the thought of doing without sex bothered the 
11-year-old a lot more than it did her older sister.
     "You have sex with somebody you KNOW isn't having sex with a 
bunch of other people," I explained.  "Your father and I 
discussed this, and decided that while we knew we couldn't stop 


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you girls from having sex, maybe if we made it easy for you to 
have as much sex as you want with somebody SAFE, then you can 
hold off having sex with the kids down at school until you find 
the one you want to marry."
     "But who . . . what?"  Suddenly their father and my naked 
presence in their bedroom made sense.  There was a short silent 
pause, while I waited for the girls' decisions.  After all, 
neither Jack nor I were inclined to rape either of our daughters 
(even though many people would say that putting them under 
pressure like this was tantamount to rape).  Whatever.  That was 
just one of the many risks that Jack and I had discussed.  We had 
decided that even having the girls hating us for even suggesting 
such a thing was preferable to having either one get AIDS (or any 
of the other diseases, either).
     First Lucy, then Melinda started to giggle.  It didn't 
surprise me though, that the first one to act was Lucy.
     "C'mere, Daddy," she husked (well, more like croaked, but 
she TRIED to husk) "let's fuck.  I wanna feel my daddy's thick 
'thing' sliding up inside me, so I can see if sex is REALLY as 
good as they say it is."
     Mellie had just started to object, then looked resigned as 
she saw her little sister was going to learn about sex the "real" 
way, by doing it before she did.  Only I interrupted.
     "Sorry Lucy," I said, "but your big sister is two years 
older, and has been fighting off boys for that much longer.  I 
think she deserves to go first, don't you?"
     At first, the younger girl scowled.  After all, she WAS the 
hornier of the two girls, and she HAD asked first.  Then the 
thought of what it would have been like for HER to go without 
even trying sex for two more years sank into her head like I had 
hoped it would.  "I guess so," she said, as graciously as she 
could, but still pouting.
     As I implied earlier, I had EXPECTED Jack to teach the girls 
about sex, where babies came from, their erogenous zones, and 
possibly even such things as fellatio and cunnilingus.  Only the 
girls wouldn't stand for it.
     "If you're going to fuck, then FUCK," said Lucy, pushing her 
older sister at Jack.  "If YOU don't, then I will," she added.  
Both girls made it abundantly clear that they KNEW about sex; 
they just had never experienced it.  That was what they wanted to 
learn: what sex FELT like, NOT pussyfoot descriptions.  They 
already had plenty of THOSE, both from sex-education at school, 
and far more titillating conversations with schoolmates who 
CLAIMED to have done 'it'.  Claimed, being the operative word.
     Thus it was, that barely ten minutes after entering the 
room, I watched in awe, as my husband climbed on our daughter's 
bed with the two naked little girls, and crawled between the 
older girl's legs, with his pre-cum dribbling penis leaking 
slippery juice, while he prepared to fuck his own daughter.
     I couldn't help it . . . I just HAD to get a better view.  
Getting out of my chair, I got alongside the bed just in time to 
see my husband's swollen penis stretch the teenager's cunny lips, 
before the wriggling of the two incestuous lovers made the tip 
vanish into the girl's body.  (Girl's?  Melinda was all WOMAN, 
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her virginal crack just emphasized that fact.  The dangers THIS 
pre-supposed, I just put off as something to worry about later.)
     It took two or three shoves, but neither party seemed to 
even notice Melinda's loss of virginity, as both my husband and 
daughter were too involved in sliding back and forth; enjoying 
the feeling of being mated, while constantly working to get yet 
another thick fat inch of fatherly prick inside the girl before 
he came.  The constant "Oohs", "Ahs", squeaks, and groans almost 
covered up the slight "Ouch" of my eldest daughter losing her 
virginity.  Nobody else even seemed to notice, and if I hadn't 
been listening specifically just FOR that item, it's doubtful 
even I would have noticed.  Still I did; and I filed away the 
memory of my little girl losing her virginity on her own father's 
prick as one to be treasured later.  (How I wish I had been so 
lucky.  Still, if it hadn't been for my big brother . . .)
     Men have shorter fuses than women . . . at least at first.  
Nowadays I can cum two or three times before Jack does . . . but 
then he's used to me, and I have had a lot more practice.  As 
expected, Jack was ready to blow, before Melinda had properly 
gotten warmed up.  Oh the girl LIKED sex well enough . . . only 
the pain of losing her virginity, and the strange feelings of 
being stretched inside, combined with other things, kept her from 
reaching climax, while the incredibly tight squeezing of his 
virgin daughter's tight little slit had my husband almost ready 
to squirt, the moment he first bottomed out inside her.  Still, 
to give Jack credit, he did his best.  It must have taken him 
about three to five full slides in and out of Melinda's tight 
little crack before my husband groaned, and tore his gaze away 
from the loving exchange he was having with his daughter, and 
looked at me.
     "Oh God," he groaned; looking at me for permission, "I'm 
gonna . . ."  No matter HOW much we had discussed this 
previously, I guess Jack just wasn't sure how happy I would be 
with the idea of him actually ejaculating his sperm inside our 
daughter's fertile young womb.  I mean, in this society, there 
are SOME things that a man just doesn't do (and getting his own 
daughter pregnant is right up there at the top of the list).
     "Do it," I encouraged him, just like my mother had 
encouraged MY father to do something similar, so many years 
before.  Only the results of THIS incestuous coupling was liable 
to be far different from those my father and I had.  I knew this, 
Jack knew this, and we both knew why.  Still . . . .
     "Oh God," Groaned Jack, suddenly shoving his prick to the 
hilt in our daughter's body, "I'm doing it . . ."  From the 
frantic jerking, as he lay down on the girl and rutted furiously 
into her, there was little doubt about the "it" that he was 
doing.
     "Oh Momma," said, Melinda, wrapping her legs around her 
father's frantically churning hips, and trying to hold his body 
steady on top of hers, "what's happening . . . what's Daddy 
doing?"  Here I had THOUGHT she knew about sex.
     "Remember that white stuff that makes babies?" I asked her.
     Mellie's frown, then nod were almost lost in her father's 
heavy shoves into her body.
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right now," I told her.  Melinda's eyes seemed to get big and 
round at this information, while I continued.  "Growing little 
girls like you need LOTS of their father's sperm in their 
tummies, if they're going to grow up to be BIG girls, like me, 
and to be mommies just like I am," I explained.  "So from now on, 
your father is going to squirt LOTS of this stuff in both of you, 
so you can feel what it's like to be a mommy yourself, OK?"
     If anything, Melinda's eyes got even wider at this.  "You 
mean you WANT Daddy to get us pregnant?" she asked; almost in a 
whisper.  Jack's hard thrusts into his daughter had slowed to 
just shuddering pushes, as he emptied his prostate into the 
child's womb.
     "Don't worry about it," I reassured her.  "Jack has promised 
to fuck you both, and squirt his sperm in each of you as often as 
he can, so you both can feel what it's like to get pregnant by 
your own father as often as you want from now on.  So relax, and 
just enjoy it."
     "Oh," was the teenager's only response.  After that, she 
just lay there, patting her harshly panting father on the back, 
while his potent sperm slowly wriggled its way up inside her 
body.  I guess that she finally decided that if neither one of us 
seemed to mind the idea of her carrying her own father's baby, 
then why should she?
     As for me, once I finished watching my husband breeding our 
eldest daughter for the first time, I sat back in the chair an 
enjoyed the erotic sight of my husband's sperm leaking out around 
his wilting prick that was still buried in the girl's vagina.  I 
couldn't help thinking about how different this was from the 
first time MY father had fucked ME in front of the whole 
family . . . and how different the results were likely to be, and 
why.
                              . . .
     It all STARTED, when my mother caught me and Michael fucking 
up a storm one morning.  We were so busy screwing, we didn't hear 
our parent's call to breakfast, and Mom came looking.
     What our mother THOUGHT, when she found her two eldest 
offspring mating like minks in the older boy's bed, she never 
said.  For sure she never scolded us, or told us that it was 
wrong; though I know for certain that none of HER family had ever 
had incestuous relations before that day.  Which makes it that 
much more amazing what happened afterwards (almost as amazing as 
what I started today with Melinda, Lucy, and her father, once you 
know the WHOLE story).  No, instead of railing at the two of us 
for having sex, or the dangers of incest, or pregnancy, (or even 
incestuous pregnancy) or forcing your little sister to have sex 
with you (it was obvious that I was NOT being forced, since I was 
on top, riding like a cowgirl, while my big brother was lying 
back with his eyes closed and hands behind his head) my mother 
called my two brothers, my father, and my grandfather into the 
room.  Then, when it was obvious that my big brother had left 
every drop of family seed he had in my belly, Mom had my father 
get on top of me, and fuck me until HE added HIS sperm to that of 
my big brother!  There's something incredibly erotic and exciting 
about feeling your own father sliding the same prick that made 
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ejaculate the same sperm that made you in your mother's womb, in 
your womb just like he did in her.  Then to actually FEEL your 
own father push up hard inside you, while his prick swells in 
your tummy, and he tries to get you pregnant with your own little 
sister by filling your womb with incestuous seed . . . well, what 
can I say?  To know your father loves you enough to NOT pull out, 
and is trying to fill your tummy with his baby, just like he did 
your mother, by filing your tummy with squirt after thick white 
squirt of the same potent seed that made you in your mother's 
womb so many years before . . . Heaven can't be half as good.
     After that first time when she watched to make certain her 
husband had ejaculated every thick drop of potent sperm he had 
inside me, Mom never said a word.  She went back to heating up 
breakfast, and from then on she ignored the almost constant orgy 
going on in the house.  I do know for a fact that Mom made sure 
my father fucked me, filling my womb with his thick sticky cum by 
ejaculating his sperm in my vagina almost once a day, from then 
on . . . and when my little sister got into the act, Mom made 
sure that Dad fucked her too, and filled HER tight little tummy 
just as full of incestuous seed as he did mine.  Mom didn't have 
to pressure either Grandpa or my two little brothers though.  
Once they knew that Mike could get away with fucking their older 
sister, it wasn't long before the two horny little buggers were 
doing their best to seduce me, whenever they could.  Being a 
normally horny girl who was already fucking her older brother and 
father at the drop of a pair of panties, I wasn't all that hard, 
even for two bratty little kids to seduce (Gawd, that's funny).
     Before two months were up, I was getting fucked between 3 
and a dozen times a day, by my three brothers, father, 
grandfather, and even occasional uncles and cousins who happened 
to stop by.  I loved it.  All the sex I ever wanted; and no more 
guilty thoughts about getting caught.  Six months later, I first 
caught Michael screwing Carrie, and about two years after that 
Joe was found in bed with our 7-year-old little sister Selena.  
Nobody said a word though . . . even when Joe sank his prick to 
the root in the child's belly, and began spasming her tight 
little tummy full of gout after thick sticky gout of the stuff 
that makes babies in little girls like her.  Selena only let out 
a whimper as she worked just as hard as her big brother to get 
her immature young body to reproduce.  Selena it seems, liked sex 
almost as much as we did.  Two hours after they got caught that 
first time, I watched my father on top of Selena; pumping the 
second-grader's tight little slit full of the same sperm that had 
created the little girl not 8 years earlier, in our mother's 
womb.
     From then until we each left home for college or to get 
married, I don't think any one of the three of us girls went over 
8 hours without feeling at least ONE think white squirt of family 
pregnancy-juice spewing in thick white jets against our fertile 
young wombs.  Yes, fertile; and no, not one of us ever got 
pregnant.  In fact, Mom later explained that was the whole idea.
     You might think my mother was just a horny old woman who was 
turned-on by the idea of getting her little girls pregnant by 
their own relatives; having babies by their father, grandfather, 
or brothers, before they reached high-school.  Only that wasn't 


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it at all.  Once we started fucking, Mom didn't seem to even be 
interested in the almost constant orgy going on in the house.  
The fact that all three of her little girls were almost 
continuously walking around with thick white gobs of family seed 
wriggling its way up in their wombs, only peripherally interested 
her . . . kind of like she was interested in the fact that we got 
good grades . . . as long as we did.  Mother, it seems, was only 
interested in the fact that we were each getting fucked at least 
once a day by at least one different family-member each time (and 
that he had actually ejaculated his sperm inside us; not pulling 
out and "wasting" it), than if or how many times each of us girls 
fucked (or was fucked by) each of them.  Mom never snooped to see 
who was sleeping with who, or made more than passing notice if 
one of us girls was being fucked by her son, husband, or father, 
when she passed through the living room.  The fact that the man 
in question was having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with 
her pre-teenaged daughter didn't seem to bother Mom at all.  In 
fact, it only seemed to bother Mom when she found out Dad had 
skipped a day, without fucking either me or one of my two 
sisters.  And it wasn't that she was all that turned-on by the 
idea of her horny husband boffing his own daughters; squirting 
his thick white cum in their fertile young bellies, and actually 
TRYING to get all three of them pregnant with his babies . . . 
though she certainly insisted on having him try often enough.  
No, strangely enough, Mom WAS worried about us girls getting 
pregnant.  She figured we were too young to care for a child; and 
knew once we had started having full unprotected sex with our 
brothers, we wouldn't want to stop (and she was right).
     So, since we couldn't be put on the pill, and Mom didn't 
even want to CHANCE telling a doctor about our promiscuous 
activity, Mom did what she considered the next best thing . . . 
instead of trying to make us stop (not bloody likely) Mom gave us 
the opportunity to have as much sex with as many partners as we 
could . . . as long as those "partners" were all family members, 
that is.  By limiting us to only having sex with each other, Mom 
hoped to limit the chances of us picking up any strange diseases; 
and someplace she had heard that if you have more sexual 
partners, you're LESS likely to get pregnant than if you only 
have one.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  It SOUNDS nutty and corny to have 
several men fuck your little girl to KEEP her from getting 
pregnant, but it seemed to work . . . not only for our family, 
but for those of my uncles and two cousins, as well.
     After that first day when Daddy fucked me, somehow it wasn't 
a very big surprise when that night I felt the bed sag, and an 
adult body climbed into my bed.  I was only marginally surprised 
when my grandfather climbed on top of me, pushed my legs apart, 
and then left ten minutes later after sliding his thick prick up 
in my cunny, and filling it with gush after gooey gush of thick 
white sperm.  I didn't object (what normal girl WOULD object to 
anything her parents or grandparents wanted her to do . . . as 
long as it didn't hurt anyway?) as long as Mom didn't seem to 
mind her husband and her father sliding into my bed and filling 
my tummy with their sperm.
     I mean, if my mother didn't object, then why should I?
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and grandfather about twice a day each, it was almost a relief to 
spend the weekend with my cousin, where Uncle Joe spent almost 
two whole days and half the night filling the wombs of me and 
both of his daughters with HIS sperm; eventually getting both of 
them pregnant about two and a half years apart, with Cindy being 
first, a few months after the first time I came over to not only 
visit, but fuck my uncle like that.  Unlike me, Michelle and 
Cindy didn't have any horny little brothers or grandfather 
staying at their house to squirt his thick white sperm in their 
cute little tummies and protect them from the baby-making effects 
of their own father's potent seed.  Not that either Uncle Joe or 
his wife seemed to mind the idea of him planting babies in his 
little girls . . . in fact, I think that was the whole idea of my 
aunt having Uncle Joe pumping their daughters' tight little 
tummies full of his incestuous cum . . . to give each of my cute 
little cousins the chance to feel her own little brother or 
sister growing inside her belly at least once.
     After that, it seems like once a month I would spend with 
one or the other of my uncles; enjoying the change of pace of 
fucking them, instead of the usual family members.  When I spent 
the weekend with Uncle Charlie, We just went to bed together at 
night, like we were married.  Mom seemed to see nothing wrong 
with her nubile young daughter sleeping naked in the same bed as 
her bachelor brother-in-law.  It was fun.  Almost as much fun as 
the times I shared with my other cousins; watching Cindy, Dawn, 
and Michelle fucking their fathers, just like I fucked mine.  The 
fact that I seemed to be expected to "help out" by taking my 
uncle's sperm up inside my tummy just like they did, didn't 
bother me a bit.  After all, my cousins did the same thing when 
they came over to our house . . . taking Daddy, Grandpa, or one 
of my brothers to bed just like I let their dad try to father a 
child on me by sleeping with him, and lettimg him fill my tummy 
with his sperm, just like my father or brother usually did.
     I remember one summer when I spent two whole weeks at Uncle 
Charlie's house.  Now you realize that I like ALL of my 
uncles . . . even the ones by marriage.  Still, it was always 
more fun at Uncle Charlie's, because I didn't have to share him 
with any of my horny cousins or aunts . . . in fact, I didn't 
have to share Uncle Charlie with ANYBODY.  While it's always 
sexually exciting to watch your uncle fucking his daughter; 
trying to get his own little girl pregnant with her own little 
brother or sister by having full unprotected vaginal intercourse 
with her, fucking her and cumming in her, squirting great gobs of 
thick white cum in his daughter's tummy, and not pulling out 
until he had ejaculated every drop of potent sperm in the child's 
womb; it's STILL not as exciting as feeling the man do the same 
thing to you; grunting and groaning as he jerks on top of you, 
while his prick swells inside your vagina, and spits thick gooey 
gobs of the same sperm that has just gotten HIS little girl 
pregnant with her own father's baby at YOUR unprotected womb, 
until it overflows and runs down your leg in obscene streaks.  
With Uncle Charlie, on the other hand, I didn't HAVE to share.
     Why I never got pregnant during those frantic two weeks, 
I'll never know; as my horny uncle must have fucked me twice a 
night, and at least two or three times a day.  I don't think my 


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cunny stopped dripping cum from Uncle Charlie squirting inside me 
during the entire time I was there; as he filled my tummy with 
sticky white goo not five minutes after I was inside the door, 
and kept it filled with his sperm until I was ready to go.  Mom 
must have made sure I was close to my period when I went over, 
and therefore "safe"; but I swear I can't remember getting bloody 
even once during the entire two weeks . . . and as much as I was 
getting fucked, you'd think I would have noticed.  My horny uncle 
must have pumped enough thick white baby-juice in my tummy during 
that time to knock up half the county; and it's probably a wonder 
I'm STILL not having his kids nearly 20 years later; let alone 
that I didn't get pregnant back then.  During the last two days 
Selena came over and joined us, so I watched him make love to my 
little sister, just like he had me for the previous 12 days or 
so.  You haven't seen nothin' until you've seen a full grown man 
sliding his thick prick to the hilt in the clasping little cunny 
of a horny little 7-year-old who humps back at him; begging the 
man to fill her flat little tummy with his sperm.
     Funny thing was: Even with Uncle Charlie pumping more thick 
white baby-juice in my little sister's cute little tummy than he 
had in mine, the horny old goat STILL fucked me almost as often 
during those two days as he had before Selena came over!  Selena 
and I both still dripped sticky goo from our slits when Mom came 
over to pick us up.  Uncle Charlie, on the other hand, was too 
beat from fucking us both that one last time to even get up and 
say "Hi" to his little sister.  God was that fun.
     As far as I know, that was the ONLY time either me or either 
of my sisters had full unprotected sex with just one man 
squirting thick white family baby-juice in our tummies for more 
than just a day or two on weekends.  Usually all three of us 
girls got more incestuous sperm squirted in our horny little 
slits than you would believe if you weren't there.  We liked it; 
probably doing more to get our father, brothers, and grandfather 
to pump family pregnancy-juice in our tummies, than any of them 
ever did to seduce us.  I guess you could say we were just horny 
little sluts . . . and proud of it too!
     I can't remember the number of times I woke up in the night 
to the sagging of the bed, as one of the older men in the house 
joined me with a hard-on.  Other times, I would wake up in the 
morning with just a creamy snatch, and a wet-spot on the bed to 
remind me that someone's family seed was soaking into my womb; 
squirted there in the night by somebody who left before I could 
even thank him.  Sometimes I found out later who had fucked me 
the night before, and sometimes I never DID find out who had 
sneaked into my bed and filled my tummy with family pregnancy-
juice . . . not that it mattered.
     Besides me fucking, it seems that I would wake up many times 
in the night, to feel the bed jiggling, as one of the men fucked 
one or the other of my sisters.  To see a full-grown man sliding 
his thick prick up in the tiny little slit of a 7 to 10 year old 
little girl is incredibly erotic.  Usually I had to jack off 
myself when I watched Dad or Grandpa fill Selena or Carrie's womb 
full of thick white cum.  Other times I got lucky though, and one 
or the other of the men in the house would fuck ME while I 
watched.  Sometimes this led to a real orgy, as all three of us 


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girls got fucked at once, with Daddy, Grandpa, and all three of 
my brothers "taking turns" breeding each of us until they were 
all too exhausted to get it up.  Of course, even better than 
that, were the times I had all five men to myself; fucking one 
after the other until my womb was completely swamped with 
incestuous seed.  Dad usually didn't let any of us girls get away 
with this very often though; seeming to think that one of us 
girls "hogging" all five of them was a little unfair (as I said, 
Mom didn't pay all that much attention to who fucked who).  
Still, Dad DID deliberately set it up on occasion so one of us 
COULD enjoy fucking all five men in a row . . . usually on 
birthdays, or when one of us girl got especially good grades 
(Usually Selena) or other special occasions like that.
     Mom had told us girls ALL about babies; so knowing each time 
we got fucked that THIS time we might actually get pregnant by 
our own father or brother was always a slightly sexy yet somewhat 
scary thrill.  Still, Mom never even suggested putting any of us 
girls on the pill or ANY birth-control for that matter; and none 
of us girls ever asked (or at least I know I didn't anyway).
     . . .
     Well, after that, I guess you think you have a pretty good 
idea why about two hours later I was sitting in the same chair I 
had earlier, while I watched my husband slide his newly-erect 
cum-dribbling prick up inside the tight little slit of my 
youngest daughter . . . only you would be wrong.
     Unlike me at that age, neither Melinda nor Lucy had three 
horny brothers sneaking into their beds at night (if they HAD, 
this would have all happened MUCH earlier).  My father lives 
about 20 miles away, instead of in the same house like me and 
Grandpa, and my husband's closest brother lived almost 10.
     And while two of MY brothers live within a few blocks, even 
that isn't the same as living in the same house . . . I had only 
been able to spend a weekend or two every few months visiting my 
uncles, and I doubted that either of my daughters would manage 
much more than I had.
     So, while my brothers and I have had many discussions of the 
theory of WHY having multiple sex-partners might actually keep 
you from getting pregnant, not one of those theories indicated 
that if a fertile young girl (like either of my daughters) spent 
most of her time fucking the same man (like her own father) there 
was much chance she wouldn't end up with his baby in her belly 
(and knowing what had happened to my two cousins just emphasized 
the risk I was taking with Lucy and Melinda).
     No, Mom had me fuck Daddy and Grandpa, so that I could have 
sex with my brothers (since it seemed like I was going to anyway) 
without her having to worry about me getting pregnant.  (When I 
started fucking, I didn't really KNOW or care about getting 
pregnant; and by the time I knew and DID care, it was much too 
late . . . I was already hooked on sex.)
     Unlike me, my daughters hadn't even HAD sex before I started 
them fucking their father, since they didn't HAVE any brothers to 
fuck (or for all practical purposes, grandfather either).  But I 
KNEW they would.  They were both too healthy and hormonally 
normal to NOT have sex.  Back when I was young, my parents 
weren't worried about STDs (they called them "venereal diseases" 


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back then) as there was penicillin for most, and essentially 
cures for all.  Besides, by "keeping it in the family" (mostly) 
the chances of catching anything were small.  Nowadays there's 
AIDS and other things like herpes that there's no cure for.  So, 
unlike my mother I'm having my husband introduce both girls to 
sex . . . by actually having sex with them, so they won't feel 
the need to have to have sex outside the family.  Also, 
completely unlike my mother, instead of having Jack have sex with 
the girls to PREVENT them from getting pregnant, I fully expect 
my husband to impregnate both of our daughters . . . several 
times in fact.
     No, it's not that I really WANT Jack to father two or 
possibly even three or four kids on each of our little 
girls . . . it's just that it seems like a lesser risk than 
letting them fuck somebody OUTSIDE the family, possibly getting 
pregnant there anyway, AND taking the chance on them catching 
some horrible disease.  If having their own father's babies at 14 
or even possibly 12 years old, is the price our daughters have to 
pay for having sex, then to me it seems like it's well worth the 
risk.  After talking it over with Jack for several months, while 
Lucy's outfits and attitude got sexier and sexier, the idea 
became more and more attractive.  Thus I ended up sitting here, 
watching my husband climb between the legs of our youngest 
daughter, while her older sister watched from the sidelines with 
her father's sperm still dribbling down her leg.
     Neither Melinda nor I said a word, as Jack approached the 
little girl on the bed.  For all her sexy activities and clothes 
that were invitation to a rape, Lucy looked far more like a 
pedophile's wet-dream, than the mature woman her older sister's 
body looked like.  Still, knowing the child's period was a little 
over a week earlier, just made the almost child-pornographic view 
of the older man putting his cum-dribbling penis up against the 
bare slit of the little girl on the bed that much more obscene.  
The knowledge that the thick prick sliding into my little girl's 
body MIGHT be getting the pre-teen pregnant with her own father's 
baby, while scary/risky, was also so erotic I almost creamed my 
shorts at the very thought.  (Actually, I WOULD have "creamed my 
shorts" . . . if I had been wearing any . . . as it was, I left a 
new wet-spot on the chair.  From the look of things, Melinda was 
as excited by the idea of her father breeding her little sister, 
as I was; while Lucy . . .)
     Lucy seemed more fascinated than sexually excited by the 
sight of her own father's penis approaching her tiny little slit.  
Only once the little girl felt the head of Jack's cock stretching 
her cunny-lips, her hips seemed to almost involuntarily go into 
bumps and gyrations; as if she was TRYING to suck her father's 
cock inside her body.  "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy," she 
groaned over and over; seeming to be unaware of repeating 
herself, as she tried to capture Jack's prick and suck it up 
inside her belly where it belonged.
     Yes, I had been right about Lucy.  From the look of things, 
if Jack hadn't started today, the little girl's virginity would 
have been measured in days; possibly weeks at most.  And her time 
without a child growing in her belly would have probably not been 
much longer than that.  Definitely we had put off the inevitable 


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as long as we could.
     A sharp intake of breath . . . almost a hiss . . . was the 
only sound indicating my daughter's loss of her virginity, as 
almost two-thirds of her father's thick prick suddenly slid into 
the little girl's body.  Other than that, her hip-gyrations 
suddenly became wilder, while her barely-interrupted pleas of, 
"Daddy, Oh Daddy.  Do it, Daddy.  Please Daddy," just became 
slightly louder.  I couldn't believe it.  It began to look like 
Lucy was going to climax on her first time, even before her 
father did!  I was right.  Suddenly Lucy wrapped her legs around 
her father, and started humping madly back at him like she was 
afraid he would get away.  Her chants of, "Daddy, Daddy," changed 
to a rising "eeek," and then an unbelievably high-pitched squeak, 
as her thrusts back at her father became even MORE violent, if 
possible.
     My husband's warning of, "Oh Honey, don't . . . I'm 
gonna . . .," was cut short by his groan as he suddenly jammed 
his crotch forward, while Lucy wrapped her legs around him and 
PULLED herself into and onto him as hard as she could.  The 
result was amazing.  Even with all their wild thrashing, almost 
three inches of thick fat prick had remained outside the little 
girl's body on each frantic shove by both of them . . . until 
now.  Lucy, at only 11 years old, just wasn't as big inside as 
her big sister was.  Of the seven and a half (possibly eight 
under extreme stimulation like this) inches of fat fatherly 
prick, Jack had only been able to get a little over four into the 
child.  At extreme, possibly five inches had slid into our 
daughter's slit.  However, my daughter's unexpected climax, 
combined with Jack's helpless ejaculation, combined to do the 
incredible.  Suddenly there wasn't ANY of my husband's penis 
outside our little girl's body, as her cunny lips were spread in 
bloodless white-rimmed gulping stretch around the base of her 
father's jerking, bulging, and cum-squirting penis.  Jack must 
have been ejaculating his sperm directly into our little girl's 
womb.
     "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he groaned; as with each grunt 
he must have ejaculated yet another thick dollop of incestuous 
sperm in the little girl's body.
     Far from trying to get away from the cum-squirting stake in 
her belly, Lucy had wrapped her legs even harder around her 
father, and seemed to be trying to force his whole body into 
herself, to join his cum-squirting penis.
     In my mind's eye, I could just barely imagine what was 
taking place inside the little girl's body, as her flat little 
tummy rippled and squirmed, and tried to milk each precious drop 
of her father's sperm inside her.  The thought of her smooth pink 
tunnel being stretched by the man's swollen penis, which then 
swelled and spat thick white jets against the child's cervix, 
before pushing against this rubbery-ring, stretching it, spitting 
more seed inside it, and then finally forcing its way THROUGH the 
entrance, and depositing thick white gouts of incestuous sperm in 
the center of her body, was just too much.  I looked at the 
obscenely connected duo, and imagined each bulge of my husband's 
prick forcing yet another thick white dollop of pregnancy-juice 
into the heaving young belly of our daughter.  The thought was 


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almost too exciting to bear.  The fact that the little girl on 
the bed, now half buried under her father's body, as he tried to 
plant the last thick drop of incestuous sperm in her body, was 
only a little over 11 years old, and wouldn't even be a teenager 
for almost two more years, just emphasized the nasty riskiness of 
a father breeding his own daughter, and trying to father her own 
sister on the child.  Knowing that the child was fertile enough 
for it to be possible just added to both the obscenity AND the 
eroticism of the idea.  By now, the idea that Lucy might have her 
own little brother or sister seemed more attractive than 
something to be avoided.  I also knew that if Lucy DID succeed in 
carrying her own little sister or brother in her cute little 
tummy, then there was no way I would be able to deny the same 
pleasure to her older sister.  From now on, I knew that Jack 
WOULD be doing his best to impregnate both of our girls as often 
as he could . . . just like I had promised them he would.
     And that's the way it was too.  From then on, my husband 
fucked each of our daughters two and sometimes even three times a 
day.  When my father came over to visit that weekend, he spent 
both nights sleeping in the girls' bedroom, and I don't think any 
one of the three of them got much sleep.  Later, I managed to set 
up an almost steady "go-round" with my two brothers (George was 
out in Calif.) where one or the other girl would spend the 
weekend with him and his daughters, while he would come over to 
visit about once a month.  Still, this left almost every other 
weekend, where at least one of the girls slept alone at 
home . . . If Jack didn't pick that night to sleep with her 
instead of me.
     I was careful though.  During the two weeks or so in the 
middle of each girl's period, when I figured it was just before 
or around the time she was ovulating, I made sure that jack was 
the ONLY one she fucked.  I didn't want either of my horny 
brothers or even my father spoiling either of my daughter's 
chances of carrying her own little brother or sister in her womb.  
There were plenty of times the little girls were NOT fertile when 
they could enjoy sex with other family members.
     I would quite often come in the house, and see both little 
girls spread out on the couch, with either their uncle or 
grandfather fucking one of them, while their father fucked the 
other one.  Then, once each man had spilled his seed in one of 
the children's womb, they would rest a bit and switch, so they 
could feel the other child sucking the sperm out of their pricks 
and up in the little girls' bellies where it belonged.
     Other times (far more often) I would wake up in the night to 
either feeling Jack get up, and go down to one of the girls' 
bedrooms, where I would soon hear cries of delight as he filled 
the child's belly with thick gooey squirts of her father's sperm, 
or I would wake up when he came back, with his wilting prick 
still slick and wet from spilling his seed in his daughter.  
Occasionally, Jack would be at home, and just stop whatever he 
was doing, reach over and grab the nearest girl, pull her panties 
down, and breed her right there; squirting thick white gobs of 
sperm in the child's womb, as if it was perfectly normal for a 
man to breed his own 10 or 12 year old little girl in front of 
the whole family.  Afterwards, Jack would usually just zip up and 


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go back to whatever it was he was doing, while Lucy or Melinda 
pulled her dress down as if carrying her father's seed in her 
womb was just the sort of thing every girl does for her father.  
Usually the girl wouldn't even bother to put her panties back on, 
as they just would have gotten messy when her father's cum 
started oozing out.
     Me?  No, in spite of my husband now fucking BOTH of our 
daughters far more often than he ever HAD fucked me, I was 
getting probably even MORE sex than when he started . . . don't 
ask me why.
     So . . . you want to know how long it took before one of the 
girls got pregnant huh?  Well . . . that's the funny thing . . . 
they didn't.
     For the next almost six years, Jack fucked both of our 
daughters at least once a day, and quite often two or three times 
a day.  Besides this, counting visits by horny uncles, and 
occasionally by her grandfather (not to mention almost equally 
horny cousins) each girl got fucked (on the average) probably two 
or three times a week, over and above what they got from Jack.  
Not much, but apparently enough . . . maybe.
     Jack has a different theory.  He says he started taking HOT 
baths about the time he first started fucking the girls; and kept 
ON taking them once it was decided he would continue.  It seems 
there's this thing that sperm won't develop, if over so hot 
(that's why testicles hang AWAY from the body when it's hot, and 
pull up close when it's cold.  By soaking his balls in very hot 
water, Jack figures he protected his little girls from pregnancy, 
just as much as he protected them from STDs.  When I asked him 
why he hadn't TOLD me what he was doing, he replied that it was 
because I seemed to be getting off on the idea of him getting our 
little girls pregnant, even though I seemed to be scared of the 
idea at the same time.  So, he decided to "not spoil my fun."  
Gee thanks.  I don't know whether to kick him, or kiss him.  
Maybe both.
     No, it wasn't until Lucy came back from college, that either 
girl got pregnant, and then I figure there's about an even chance 
the baby is her husband's, as Lucy was fucking her cousin almost 
as much as she was fucking her father by then . . . even though 
Jack had gone back to taking showers instead of baths, even 
before Lucy first left for school.
     On the other hand, we KNOW the second one IS Jack's, as Lucy 
was already two months pregnant when Brian got back from leave.  
Thank goodness long pregnancies run in the family, as Julie's 
little sister Judy was an 11-month baby.
     Lucy told me that Brian has promised to fuck both of the 
kids as soon as they get old enough; and he's not going to use 
ANY birth-control either . . . just like Uncle Joe did with Cindy 
and Michelle.  I wonder just how old "old enough" is, as my 
cousin Dawn was only six years old when I first saw her fucking 
Uncle Mike; taking his thick white sperm up inside her tummy just 
like her cousins did.  Who knows?  Maybe the little girl started 
even younger than that, as I never even knew her father was 
molesting the child, until I went over to get fucked by him 
myself.
     Brian and Lucy are now living out in Modesto CA, so there's 


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not much chance of a repeat <sigh>.
     Yes, Melinda is married too now . . . no kids yet, though 
she's hoping.  Give them time . . . they've only been married 
three months, and it takes a while to go off the pill.  My eldest 
daughter is still annoyed that Lucy got to have her own little 
sisters, while in spite of being older and supposedly more 
fertile, she didn't.
     So, I guess my daydreams of watching Jack "protect" his 
daughters/granddaughters from having babies by their brothers, 
just like Daddy "protected" me from having babies by MY brothers, 
will probably never come true.  Still, it WAS a fun dream for 
almost six years.  We had fun, and so did the girls.
     Of course . . . if I can convince Lucy and Brian to move 
back here before THEIR kids get old enough to . . .
     Good news!  My daughter just called, and told me that Jeremy 
(Melinda's husband) has to go to Japan for a little over two 
weeks.  While he's gone, Melinda's going to stay with us.  I was 
talking to her over the phone the other day, and we both figure 
that with any luck at all she'll be carrying her own little 
sister in her tummy (just like Lucy did) by the time her husband 
gets back.  Won't that be wonderful?




































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