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                            Molesting
                         An Erotic Story

     The morning it all started (at least as far as I was 
concerned anyway) was when I woke up one Friday night, about a 
half hour after going to bed, when the bed sagged as Daddy 
climbed in bed with me and my little sister.  To say I was 
surprised, would be a huge understatement.  I was too sleepy to 
realize exactly what was going on, until it HAD been going on for 
almost two minutes, or I probably would have screamed.  As it 
was, Daddy just pulled the covers back on my little sister's 
side, climbed on top of her, slid his thick prick in my little 
sister's slit, and was fucking the little girl with his body 
almost covering hers like a blanket before I fully realized what 
was going on.  I almost screamed anyway.
     Only Cindy didn't say a word; just wrapping her legs around 
our naked father; humping back at him almost as hard as he was 
thrusting into her.  It was quite obvious that this was NOT the 
first time for the little 7-year-old, as she not only wasn't 
screaming in pain at losing her virginity, but seemed to be 
enjoying the sex almost as much as Daddy was.
     By then I was too shocked and amazed (and yes even somewhat 
turned-on) by the sight of my naked father breeding my little 
sister in our bed, as if it was something they did all the time, 
would be an understatement.  Yes, I'll admit it . . . I WAS 
turned on.  Seeing my own father completely naked, thrusting what 
looked like an enormous prick in my little sister's bare little 
cunny . . . well, I would have to be a eunuch to not be turned on 
(and being a girl, that wasn't much of an option, now was it?).  
Seeing Cindy's tight little slit gulping that enormous member, 
while the little girl mewled and squirmed back at Daddy . . . .
     It was obvious that Cindy liked it almost as much as Daddy 
did . . . and Daddy seemed to like it a LOT.
     That our father would even think of coming into our bedroom 
and molesting one of his own daughters had never occurred to me.  
Daddy had NEVER even touched me intimately; and had certainly 
never given me any reason to believe he would sexually abuse 
either of us.  And if he HAD, I would certainly have expected him 
to start with me, not my 7-year-old little sister.  At least I'm 
a woman now, with fairly nice breasts and a fair-sized bush of 
hair on my cunny, as I went through puberty almost a year and a 
half earlier.  That Daddy would molest my little sister and not 
me, was almost more shocking than the fact he was breeding the 
little girl at all.
     Molesting?  Our father wasn't just "molesting" my little 
sister, he was having sex with her . . . full-blown vaginal 
intercourse; and as I looked closer, I could see Daddy wasn't 
even wearing a condom!  That Daddy would fuck my little sister 
was bad enough (well, at least she didn't seem to be complaining; 
fucking back at him almost as hard as he was fucking into her; 
whimpering and pleading, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," like some toy 
doll with a record that got stuck.





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     It was almost sickening the way Cindy was accepting this 
abuse, and even begging for more) but from the look of things, 
Daddy was not only going to fuck my little sister, he was going 
to cum inside her too; spewing his rich seed in the child's 
unprotected womb, as if it was normal for a 35-year old man to 
try and father a child on his own 7 year old little girl.  It was 
only the realization that Cindy WAS only 7, that kept me from 
screaming at the two of them about the chance they were taking, 
and trying to pull them apart.  Thank God little girls like Cindy 
can't get pregnant like I can.  THAT thought made me cum in an 
unexpected climax at the thought of Daddy fucking ME, and 
squirting incestuous sperm into MY yearning womb, like it looked 
he was about to squirt  his thick white cum in my little sister's 
tight little tummy.  He was.
     "Oh Honey," he groaned, "Daddy's gong to . . . ooh, I can't 
help it."
     Instead of sliding in and out, Daddy had lifted himself up 
so we could all see my little sister's body again, from her 
barely budding titties, down her flat little tummy, to where our 
father's thick prick was bulging in the child's overstretched 
cunny.  My father's prick had vanished completely in the child, 
and her bare cunny lips were pushed right up against the thick 
black fur at the base of Daddy's prick.  The thought of how far 
the adult's prick was buried in the little girl's body, while he 
spasmed her belly full of incestuous seed, made me climax again!
     Surprisingly, Cindy didn't seem to be any more bothered by 
the fact that her own father was filling her womb with incestuous 
seed, than she had to the idea of having him fuck her with his 
bare prick in the first place.  "Oh Daddy," she moaned; arching 
her body off the bed, as she tried forcing herself even further 
onto our father's penis, "do it, do it, do it.  Please Daddy?"  
The child's babbling pleas gradually faded to incoherent mumbles, 
as she tried forcing herself into and onto her father.
     It was shortly obvious that Daddy WAS "doing it" as he held 
his body tight up against my little sister's crotch, and groaned 
with release, sending gob after thick white gob of incestuous 
sperm squirting into my little sister's body.  While I couldn't 
see it, I knew full well what was happening; both from sex-
education classes, and when Mom and Daddy explained to both me 
and Cindy how girls get babies in their tummies if they don't 
take precautions . . . like Daddy wasn't taking precautions with 
my little sister right now . . . .
     I was almost steamed in anger at the thought of Daddy taking 
chances like that with my little sister, after all the warnings 
he and Mom gave us two girls, not six months earlier.  It was 
only when Daddy was slowing down; groaning as the last sensations 
of releasing his sperm inside my baby sister's tight little slit 
went through his body, that I realized my heat was far less anger 
at Daddy for "abusing" my little sister like that, than . . . 
than jealousy at the fact that it wasn't ME feeling my father 
ejaculating his cum inside me, filling MY hungry little womb with 
thick white squirts of my own father's potent seed; breeding me 
like a purebred bitch in heat that's intended to have its own 
father's pups.



                                2


     Even though it would be far more dangerous to Have Daddy 
fuck me "bareback" like he was doing to my little sister, I STILL 
envied the little girl for doing it first.  For all the obscenity 
of a full grown man fucking a 7 year old little girl like that, 
the love that was obviously shared between the two of them made 
me feel left out.  Somehow I knew that if Daddy asked, I would 
let him stick his big baby-maker up inside ME, just like he had 
my little sister, and pump my womb as full of his thick white 
sperm as he did the little girl's.  Yes, even if Daddy didn't 
want to wear a condom, and knowing I was probably as fertile as I 
could get; having had my period a little over a week ago.  
Thankfully Daddy never offered, as I probably would have been 
knocked-up higher than a kite, with my own father's baby growing 
in my tummy that very night.
     Afterwards, Daddy just kind of collapsed on top of Cindy for 
a minute before pulling out.  His prick was still half-hard and 
shiny-white; but only a sticky string connecting him to Cindy for 
a second gave evidence to the fact that our father had just 
ejaculated his sperm in his own daughter.
     Surprisingly, neither did Cindy.  The little girl's slit 
showed as an open hole for a second or two before closing up and 
being the normal crack in the peach-shaped bulge of her immature 
sex.  Not even a drop of white showed the little girl had enough 
of our father's sperm inside her tummy to keep her pregnant with 
Daddy's babies for the next 20 years.  Cindy must have milked 
every drop of Daddy's sperm inside her; and must have been 
incredibly tight inside, to keep his cum from leaking out like 
that.  Once again I shivered at the obscene thought of Daddy's 
sperm wriggling up inside the little girl's tummy, in search of 
her ripening eggs to fertilize.  Maybe Cindy wasn't old enough to 
get pregnant yet, but still . . . .
     Neither one of the two incestuous lovers seemed to be the 
least bit embarrassed at having made love right in front of, and 
in the same bed as the little girl's big sister.  "Thanks Cindy," 
said Daddy; kissing my little sister on the lips, and then more 
forcefully as she opened her mouth to his, and the two exchanged 
tongues and spit for almost 30 seconds.  Finally Daddy pulled 
away, giving her a last peck on the forehead, before leaning over 
her to give ME a kiss.  I was so surprised that I unconsciously 
kissed him back with more "smooch" action than I usually gave my 
boyfriend; but not being ready yet to repeat the soul-kiss that 
my little sister gave him.
     "Thanks, Laura," he said; seemingly with as much sincerity 
as he had for my little sister.
     Cindy's happy, contented, "Thanks Daddy," as she snuggled 
down in the blankets, was barely heard over my stuttered, 
"Uh . . . Thanks," as I wondered just what Daddy was thanking ME 
for?  Not screaming, or objecting to him fucking the lights out 
of my little sister right in front of me?  The kiss?  Not telling 
Mom?  I couldn't even hazard a guess.
     Daddy was humming slightly to himself, as he headed out the 
door; still unconcernedly naked.  "Night Girls," he said quietly, 
before closing the door with a <click>.
     "Night Daddy."



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     As I snuggled down myself, next to my already sleeping 
little sister, I still felt a tiny burn of anger inside me.  
Whether it was from being mad at Daddy for fucking my little 
sister without even taking the precaution of using a rubber, or 
for him not ejaculating his sperm in MY unprotected womb, I 
couldn't really be sure.  Somehow it seemed nastier for Daddy to 
breed my 7-year-old little sister; filling her tummy with his 
seed, even though there isn't a chance of her getting pregnant at 
only 7, than if he had the same unprotected intercourse with me, 
and actually DID plant his baby in MY tummy.  All night long I 
dreamed of sex and having Daddy's kids, giving birth to child 
after child, as Daddy fathered 6 or 7 brothers and sisters on me.  
Twice I woke up sweating, and had to finger myself off, before 
the erotic thoughts of having my tummy swollen with two or three 
sisters like Cindy eased up enough to allow me to sleep.  Cindy 
slept contentedly through the whole thing; seemingly knocked out 
by the pleasures she had felt.  I know for a fact that she never 
got up until almost 7:00 in the morning; letting Daddy's sperm 
soak into her body all night long, without a care.  Well, at her 
age, I guess she didn't have the worries I would have, if it had 
been me Daddy had cum in.  I tried to nurse a little anger at 
her, but it's hard to be mad at someone like Cindy.  Especially 
when she lies there looking SO cute, even if you know the horny 
little slut has probably two or three tablespoons of your 
father's sperm in her tummy, wriggling its way up inside the 
child in search of a ripening egg to fertilize.  No, by morning 
almost all of the residual annoyance I had was with Daddy.  No, 
not for fucking Cindy . . . not even for fucking my little sister 
and filling her tummy with incestuous cum before he did mine.  By 
then my natural intelligence of what would happen if he did that 
to ME, instead of Cindy had taken hold, and I was actually a 
little grateful that Daddy had never even indicated to me that he 
would be interested in having sex with either of us, as I 
probably would have fucked him right then, condom or no condom; 
probably carrying my own little brother or sister in my belly 
before I was 12 (I had my first period when I was a little over 
11 years old).
     No, what bothered me was Daddy's seeming unconcern with 
fucking my little sister, having full vaginal intercourse with 
the little girl, and not having the decency to even use a rubber 
to prevent her from getting pregnant.  (I know, the chance of a 
7-year-old getting pregnant with her own father's baby, is almost 
vanishingly small . . . and the thought that Cindy might not WANT 
Daddy to use a rubber, never even crossed my mind.)

     The next morning I got up and made the bed.  Surprisingly 
there was only a tiny damp-spot on Cindy's side, probably where 
Daddy's prick had leaked when he pulled out the previous night.  
Almost all of the cum Daddy had ejaculated in the little girl 
must have soaked into her during the night, as I never saw her do 
more than just wipe herself after peeing.  No panty-liner, no 
tampon, not even a plug of tissue to keep Daddy's sperm from 
leaking out.




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     I was still disgruntled at Daddy when I sat down to eat.  
Even my mother noticed.
     However, Mom didn't say anything 'til breakfast was over, 
and we were all sitting there mopping up the last of the egg, and 
trying to put off getting started on the dishes.  Even with all 
my annoyance at Daddy, I still probably wouldn't have said a word 
about him and Cindy, if Mom hadn't asked me outright.
     "What's the matter, Laura?" she asked with a smile, "You 
look as if someone had stolen your teddy-bear."  (This was a 
standing joke in the house, of which I haven't time to go into 
right now.)  If anything, the slight dig by reminding me of what 
happened 5 years earlier made me even more irritable.
     "Daddy fucked Cindy last night," I blurted, before I stopped 
to think what I was saying.  I had NOT figured on getting either 
my father or little sister in trouble.
     "Oh?"  Mom seemed only marginally interested that her 
husband and youngest daughter were having sexual intercourse.
     "Did your father cum inside her?" she asked.
     "Uhuh, and he didn't even use a condom!"  There . . . I had 
finally said what was bothering me.  Now it was up to Mom to 
chastise either Daddy or Cindy for having unprotected sex.  I had 
at least done MY part.
     "Whew, that's a relief," sighed Mom; showing the relief she 
said she was feeling, "at least he didn't cum all over her, like 
last time, and make a mess of the bedding.  Cindy's so tight 
inside that she usually doesn't spill a drop when Dan cums in 
her.  Thanks Laura for telling me.  At least now I don't have to 
worry about doing the sheets all over again after I just changed 
your bedding yesterday."
     I gazed at my mother, jaw gaping.  Mom didn't seem to be 
bothered in the slightest by her husband and daughter having full 
unprotected vaginal intercourse . . . in fact, she seemed to be 
pleased that Daddy had not only fucked my little sister, but had 
cum in her, filling the child's tummy with thick gobs of her own 
father's seed.  All MOM seemed to be worried about was Daddy 
getting a little cum on the sheets.  His not using a condom to 
protect his daughter when he was fucking her, didn't seem to 
bother Mom at all.  You'd almost think she WANTED Daddy to get my 
little sister pregnant with her own little brother or sister.  I 
was stonkered, flabbergasted, amazed, and surprised.
     "Uh Mom?"  Seeing her unconcern about Daddy fucking ONE 
daughter, I just HAD to ask the question that had been bothering 
me since Daddy first slid his "thing" inside my little sister 
instead of me, the night before.
     "Nnn?" she prompted; sipping her coffee.
     "Since Daddy's fucking Cindy, and even cumming inside her 
and everything, and you don't seem to mind, how come he never 
fucked ME?"
     Mom giggles; almost spilling the remains of her coffee.  
"That's easy," she replied with a grin, "you never asked."
     "Oh," I said in a small voice.






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     That afternoon I returned from school to find my big brother 
fucking Cindy on the couch!  Cindy had her legs spread; almost 
doing the splits, while Mike was sliding his boner as far up in 
the little girl's squeezing young slit as it would go.  Neither 
party had bothered to get undressed, as Mike had his pants down 
around his knees, while my little sister had just removed the 
panties from underneath her short little skirt, to allow our big 
brother access.  Cindy giggled and squealed with delight, while 
Mike panted and groaned before he gave one last emphatic shove, 
and filled the little girl's tummy just as full of thick white 
goo, as Daddy had the night before.
     "Thanks, Twerp," he said; after pulling out and buttoning up 
his pants.  This time Cindy DID seem to be leaking a little, as a 
bubble of white showed in the tiny crack that was closing after 
the abuse it had received from her big brother's cock.
     "Don't call me, 'Twerp,' replied Cindy.  "I'm a WOMAN now, 
and don't you forget it, or I'll cut you off."
     "You're still a twerp, Twerp," replied Mike, with a grin.  
"A cute twerp, granted; and certainly a horny twerp . . . but 
still a twerp.  Besides, you wouldn't 'cut me off' as that would 
cut YOU off, now wouldn't it.  Wanna see which of us can do 
without sex from the other the longest, Twerp?"
     Cindy thought about it.  For a while (remembering the 
tremendous fucking the little girl had from our father the night 
before) I thought she was mad enough to actually make good on her 
threat . . . then:
     "No," she replied meekly, "You can call me a twerp if you 
want to, I guess."
     The sad look on the little girl's face must have melted my 
big brother's heart.  "Come here, Cindy," he said; holding his 
arms open to the little girl who fled into them sobbing.  "I 
won't call you a twerp any more, OK?"
     "Promise," she sniffled hopefully.
     "Promise . . . only you've got to do something for me too."
     "What's that?"
     "If I'm going to treat you like a woman, then you've got to 
act like one . . . and you can start by giving me a blow-job like 
you saw Mary-Anne do the other day."
     "You mean I've got to take your 'thing' in my mouth, and 
suck it, and swallow your . . . your . . ."
     "My cum," supplied Mike.
     ". . . swallow your cum, like she did?"  The prospect of 
eating her big brother's semen didn't seem to be all that 
pleasant to my baby sister.  (I, on the other hand, had been 
sucking cock with gusto, ever since my boyfriend first put the 
make on me, and I didn't want to get knocked-up, or ask my 
parents for the pill, as then they would KNOW I was sexually 
active.  And condoms were almost impossible for teenagers to 
get . . . at least for 13 and 15 year old kids like me and Joey.  
In spite of all the laws making it legal for ANYBODY to buy 
prophylactics, it's almost impossible in a small town like ours.






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     No, Marcia wouldn't refuse to sell them to either of 
us . . . not even to my little sister Cindy, or even somebody 
younger.  Only you can bet your life that not two minutes after 
we left, the old biddy would be on the phone to either my folks 
or his, telling almost everybody in town that we had bought 
condoms, and were probably planning on using them together.  The 
whole school would probably have known that I was fucking Joey 
before I lost my virginity; and I would have been permanently 
labeled a slut . . . whether we ever used the condoms or 
not . . . If my parents or his didn't kill the kid first, or make 
us stop seeing each other until we were 21, and moved out on our 
own.  No, a kid buying condoms in THIS town, was out of the 
question . . . and it was 40 miles to Minneapolis.  The few boys 
whose parents GAVE them prophylactics were VERY chintzy about 
sharing them; feeling (somewhat rightly) that it gave them an 
"edge" with those girls who WOULD put out if it was fairly safe.  
I remember the Senior at school who made Talitha fuck him first; 
taking her virginity as payment for a full box of rubbers.  She 
and Danny broke up barely two weeks later, and I understand he 
had only used two packages out of that whole box.  It seems 
neither one of them liked the other nearly as much after she 
fucked the older boy first, and he let her.  No, I wasn't about 
to lose MY BF like that.  While I like Joey a lot, I'm still not 
sure if I want to marry him, so I'm saving my virginity for the 
right man . . . not necessarily my future husband, but somebody I 
feel comfortable giving my virginity to.  Still, as mentioned, I 
DO like Joey . . . so I had been getting him off with my hands 
and mouth at least once, and quite often more than once on each 
date.  It just isn't FAIR to a horny guy to show him your charms 
like I do, and not give him a little relief.  And, of course, if 
Joey hadn't been willing to return the favor almost every time 
too, I would have dropped him like a hot rock.  There ARE plenty 
of horny boys out there who DO like to eat pussy.  By now I had 
developed quite a taste for my BF's cum; liking to savor it for 
as long as I could before swallowing.  Still, I could sympathize 
with my little sister's reluctance, as I remembered well the 
first time Terry (my FIRST BF) had ejaculated his snot-like cum 
in my unsuspecting mouth, and expected me to swallow it like it 
was candy.  (HE was gone two days later, and I found first Danny, 
and then Joey.)  Once the boys didn't MAKE me do it, and I 
started doing it because I WANTED to, it began to taste good, and 
after a while I almost started to crave it.
     "Well . . . you don't have to SWALLOW my cum . . . if you 
really don't want to," Mike replied cautiously, "but I'd sure 
like it better if you did."
     "I'll do it," she decided.  "And I'll drink your cum 
too . . . if you'll do something for me."
     "What's that?"
     "I want you to lick MY cunny, just like you did Mary-
Anne's."
     Mike grinned.  I could see the idea of eating his little 
sister was almost as attractive to the older boy as fucking the 
little kid had been.  I know Joey like to lick MY cunny, almost 
as much as he likes feeling me sucking the thick white goo out of 
his swollen prick.


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     It looked like our big brother was similarly minded.  
"Deal," he said; holding out his hand to Cindy.
     "Deal," replied Cindy, and started reaching for her big 
brother's belt buckle.
     "Not NOW, Little Sister," chuckled Mike; drawing her up and 
giving her a big kiss.  "Later, when I'm horny, and you are 
too . . . OK?"
     "But I'm horny NOW," complained the little 7-year-old, 
almost pouting.
     Mike gave her cute little butt a swat, and left saying, 
"Later, Twerp."
     "You promised!"
     "Oh . . . sorry.  Later Cindy."
     I ducked back in my room as Mike went by.  I didn't want 
either of my two siblings to know I had been spying on them . . . 
not that either seemed to be the least bit circumspect in their 
screwing.  I mean . . . right in the middle of the house, on the 
couch, where nobody could miss it when they came in?  It was 
almost as if the two incestuous lovers were TRYING to get 
caught . . . or weren't worried in the slightest if either of our 
parents saw them.  From the way Daddy had fucked my little sister 
the night before, and Mom's calm acceptance of it this morning, 
it seems like everybody ELSE in the house was having sex 
together, except me.  Damn . . . it was unfair!  Here I play the 
"good girl" for all these years, and my brother and sister get to 
have all the sex they want, just by asking.
     I thought about THAT for a few minutes, then added it to 
what my mother had told me earlier . . . just by asking, huh?

     By bedtime, I had made up my mind.
     So, when Daddy came into our room that night, pulled the 
covers back, and climbed on top of Cindy, I waited until they 
both gave sighs of satisfaction when Daddy's thick prick slid 
into my little sister's cunny.
     "Daddy?" I asked; looking closely at the obscene join where 
my father's thick prick vanished into the squeezing hole of my 
little sister, "how come you never fuck ME, like you do Cindy?"
     Daddy paused a minute; half pulling out of Cindy's slit.  
"Huh?" he said in surprise.  "Because you never asked, I guess," 
he finally replied, before sliding back inside my little sister's 
gulping young hole.
     "I'm asking now," I responded.  "Please, Daddy?"
     I could tell that Daddy almost let my little sister have it 
right then.
     "Ooooohh," he groaned.  "Sorry Laura, but I promised Cindy 
I'd fuck her tonight.  I've been saving this load of baby-juice 
up all day long, for your little sister's tummy."
     "Please Daddy," I repeated.
     Daddy looked from me to the little girl he had his prick 
buried inside.  While wanting to ejaculate his sperm in my little 
sister's belly, Dad also hated the idea of making me feel 
miserable by making me watch while he fucked Cindy while I didn't 
get any myself.




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     (I'm not sure, but I think the whole idea of Daddy fucking 
my little sister in our bed, instead of our parents' bedroom 
where they had previously done it, was just to GET me in this 
state where I WOULD be begging my father to fuck me just like he 
was fucking her.)
     "Oh let her have it," complained Cindy.  "You'll never be 
able to fuck ME properly, if she's sitting there moaning and 
groaning."
     "You mean that?" asked Daddy?
     Cindy nodded, and the next thing I knew, Daddy's prick was 
leaving my little sister's hole with a slight "slurp" and then 
Daddy was spreading MY legs, while approaching MY horny little 
slit with a prick that looked fully capable of knocking up half 
the girls in the county.
     I gulped in silent anxiety, as my father put his penis up 
against my hole, and then SLID it into me with one solid shove.  
The loss of my virginity was barely noticed in the sensation of 
being stuffed with my own father's cum-dribbling prick.  After 
the build-up of watching my father and little sister, not to 
mention the erotic dance she and Mike had done, I was almost 
cumming the moment he slid inside me.  Thank Goodness losing my 
virginity didn't hurt, or I might have missed cumming the first 
time my father fucked me.  As it was, the previous experience I 
had with my boyfriend's tongue and fingers just made me cum all 
that much faster, when the real thing finally stretched my baby-
hole.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" I groaned; working against Daddy, just like my 
little sister had.  My pelvis was making involuntary copulating 
motions, that I hadn't even realized WERE that sort of thing, 
before my father and I were copulating "for real".  "Oh Please 
Daddy," I moaned; involuntarily imitating my little sister from 
the night before.  "Please, Daddy.   Please, please?"
     I finally eased down from my first climax with a real man's 
prick in my belly.  Daddy's prick was still satisfyingly thick in 
my tummy, so I started clasping and squeezing with my vagina; 
trying to get him off inside me.  The dangers of fucking without 
a condom seemed impossibly far away.  I WANTED my father's cum in 
my tummy, and the thought of how I would feel afterwards if he 
got me pregnant just never crossed my mind.
     Thank God ONE of us had some presence of mind.
     "Daddy!" warned Cindy; looking at the juncture of our 
thighs, where her father's thick penis was about to squirt thick 
white cum in her big sister's belly.  "You'd better . . .," she 
said; then added, "You PROMISED," as Daddy turned pained eyes on 
her.  I guess even the thought of pulling out of the tight little 
sleeve (mind) milking so satisfyingly on his swollen peter, was 
painful to my father.
     Still, Daddy always was one to keep his promises . . . and 
he HAD promised Cindy that THIS load of cum was going into HER 
belly, not mine.  Since I had just gotten off, he wouldn't be 
cheating me, either.  Besides, as Cindy had just pointed out, if 
he uploaded that mass of cum he'd been saving in my belly, then 
I'd probably be nursing my own little sister in less than a year.




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     "Ooooghh!" he groaned.  It felt like a log was being 
extracted from inside my belly as Daddy pulled out.
     I guess the feel of my cunny still milking his prick when he 
did, was too much for Daddy.  Barely had the tip left my body, 
than a thick white squirt of something shot up my tummy; wetting 
me from my shoulder to my clit, and even dripping out of my 
cunny.  As I said, Daddy's prick had barely cleared the entrance 
to my vagina, before letting go that one tremendous squirt!  I 
guess Daddy really HAD been saving his sperm up all day for 
Cindy, like he said he had.
     Daddy gave another groan; there was a mad scramble; and then 
he was already spewing his second big squirt when the head of his 
prick vanished into my little sister's body, while Daddy grunted, 
and did his best to fill the child's womb with his seed.
     Cindy seemed to be happy just getting Daddy's sperm, as she 
just lay there, letting Daddy inseminate her, while she held him 
in her arms.  "It's OK, Daddy," she soothed.  "You can cum inside 
me all you want . . . I don't mind.  You can fuck Laura too; as 
long as you don't cum in her . . . OK. Daddy?  It's a good thing 
you got that thing out of her when you did, or that stuff would 
have gone right up inside her."
     I looked down at my bare tummy, and the thick white streak 
marking me from shoulder to crotch.  If any of that thick white 
stuff had gotten into me . . . I shuddered at the thought.  
Still, even at the thought of my close call, It was all I could 
do to NOT reach down between my legs, grab a big gob of slippery 
goo, and push it inside me, where a man's sperm is intended to 
go.
     Once again, once he was finished cumming in Cindy, Daddy 
covered us up, kissed us, thanked us, then said, "Goodnight," as 
he walked out the door.
     For ten minutes I lay there, fully intending to get up and 
wipe Daddy's cum off my body, and especially from between my 
legs.  The next thing I knew it was morning, and Cindy was poking 
me, telling me it was time for breakfast.
     During the night, Daddy's cum on my body had dried to a 
patchy streak, and I could see a similar streak on Cindy, though 
not so big (Daddy HAD managed to get most of it inside her).
     It was only when I was walking down to the shower to rinse 
the cum off, that the slippery feel between my legs reminded me 
that my father's cum had been squirted right up against my cunny, 
and had probably leaked inside during the night.  Oh shit!  
Luckily, the chances of getting pregnant that way are very slim; 
and I didn't catch.  Still, for almost two minutes I felt as 
though somebody had poured a bucket of ice-water on me, as I 
realized the chance I had been taking.  I mean it was dangerous 
enough to let Daddy slide his bare penis in my unprotected vagina 
like that; but to lie there all night with his sperm trapped 
between my cunny-lips?   <Shudder.>








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     Later that day it seems Mike had learned about Daddy fucking 
me, and proceeded to show me that older men had no monopoly on 
making girls like me feel good.  My big brother also had no 
qualms about fucking fertile young teens right in the cunny, and 
filling their unprotected wombs with thick white squirts of his 
baby-making sperm, like my father did.  It was only when I was 
lying there, gasping for breath at the wonderful sensation of 
having a man's thick penis belching thick white cum in my 
unprotected womb, that I realized the danger of what we had 
done . . . and by then it was too late; Mike's seed was already 
in my belly; and his lusty tadpoles were already squirming up in 
my womb, looking for an egg to fertilize, just like they had done 
yesterday in my little sister's belly.  Only I was fully old 
enough to know better, AND to get pregnant, unlike my horny 
little sister.  Since the "damage" was already done, I just 
rested there with Mike's cum matting my pubic hair, and making a 
mess between my legs.  Mom never even said a word, when she 
passed by me on the way to the kitchen; though the white goo 
making a mess of my cunny must have been obvious to her; let 
alone the smell of cum permeating the air, letting anybody who 
entered the room know I had been fucked by somebody who didn't 
believe in condoms or pulling out and wasting his sperm.  I tried 
to work up enough heat to hate my big brother for taking 
advantage of me like that . . . but all I could do is dream of 
feeling him ejaculating inside me again.  I figured my days as a 
girl were over; as I'd soon be carrying either my father or 
brother's baby inside me before two months were out.
     Thankfully, my big brother is a horny bastard too; as I saw 
him fucking Cindy twice that afternoon.  Just like with me, Mike 
doesn't seem to mind having full unprotected vaginal intercourse 
with pre-teens, any more than he does with girls like me.  (Pre-
teen?  Christ, Cindy is only 7 years old!)
     Knowing that, it didn't make me feel guilty about "cheating" 
Cindy, when I wrapped both legs around Daddy when he was about to 
cum, and didn't let go until every drop of his precious seed was 
inside me where it belonged.  The funny thing was Cindy's 
reaction . . . instead of being mad at me for "stealing" Daddy's 
cum like that, the little girl just kissed Daddy while he was 
still resting with his prick inside me, said, "Thanks, Daddy," as 
if she meant it, and snuggled down to sleep; ignoring her 
incestuously coupled father and sister, as if it was the most 
normal thing in the world for a man to impregnate his own barely 
teenaged little girl (me).
     This time Daddy got out of MY side of the bed, kissed both 
of us, and left ME with a generous helping of my father's sperm 
wriggling its way up inside my uterus and soaking into my womb 
where it belonged.










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     When did I get pregnant?
     Well . . . that's the funny thing . . . I didn't.  For the 
next three or four days I fucked both Daddy and Mike bareback, 
before Mom took me down to the doctor, who gave me a circular 
plastic thing with 28 tiny tablets in it.  When I told him how 
long ago my period had been, he removed the first seven tablets, 
and told me to take the rest until I ran out . . . when he would 
give me some more, since I (like so many girls in the town) was 
afraid of what would happen if I picked them up at the local drug 
store.  (It's funny . . . there must have been over 200 girls in 
school on the pill, and I don't think more than five or ten at 
the most got their prescriptions from the local pharmacy.  What a 
town for gossips.)
     He then handed me a box with a gross of condoms in them; 
warning me that it would probably be several days before I was 
"safe" enough to fuck without a rubber.  I didn't use any; I 
didn't stop fucking either Daddy or Mike, but (luckily) I didn't 
get pregnant either.  Somehow, after the month's supply of pills 
were used up, both Mom and I forgot to have the prescription 
renewed.  (Well, actually I didn't forget . . . I just forgot to 
tell Mom.  And Mom?  I think she was waiting for me to ask.)  But 
as I said before, in spite of fucking both my father and brother 
bareback for years, with thick family prick belching gobs of 
sticky white baby at our unprotected wombs almost every day, 
neither one of us got pregnant.  And after that one time of 
taking me to the doctor, Mom never once said anything about 
either of her two nubile young daughters having full unprotected 
sex with her son and husband.
     In fact, it was at least three years later, with both me and 
my little sister having more full-blown vaginal intercourse with 
both parent and brother than most newlyweds have; each day 
getting our fertile young tummies filled with incestuous seed at 
least once, and usually several times that . . . .
     Oh sorry, but that's another story.

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     (Sorry folks, but this one was INTENDED to be much 
longer . . . about twice as long, in fact.  But when I came back 
to it after several months, I had forgotten what happened next!  
All too often my stories are like that . . . more as if I was an 
observer watching a TV show, and if I miss out on an episode, 
then I never do know what happened.  It's almost enough to make 
me think [SF wise] that when I tell a sex-story, it's not one 
made up by me, but one I actually observe in some alternate 
timeline or something.  Wouldn't that be a kick, if it was true?)











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