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                        Shifting the Blame
                         An Erotic Story

     To hear Mother, you would think that this was all MY idea, 
and she had been trying to prevent me from getting in trouble.  
Uhuh.  Today, when I complained that my back ached a little, and 
my feet hurt, Mother looked at me and my swollen belly as if she 
were disgusted with me.
     "Well," she said with a sniff, "It's your own fault.  You 
should have known what would happen, and watched out!  But NO, 
you just had to go ahead, didn't you?  Next time, maybe you'll 
listen to me, and do what you're told."
     Even now, I can't believe my own mother.  My jaw dropped in 
sheer amazement at the injustice of the accusation.  After all, 
it had been Mother who had not only started the whole thing, but 
who had insisted on each detail.  Still, to hear HER, you would 
think my sisters and I were just horny kids who let their 
hormones run away, and who never bothered to listen to their 
parents pleas and directions.
     I knew better than to complain about the injustice though.
     Mother's usually quite fair about things, but in this one 
matter, her blind-spot is so big you wouldn't believe it.  
Actually, even I don't.  There's no way that Mother doesn't know 
what she did; and there's no way that she doesn't know how us 
kids feel about it.  I think Mother just gets off on the idea of 
blaming us kids for what was her idea from start to finish.
     Not that I'm all that unhappy with the results, mind you.  
Or any of the rest of us either.  For sure, we all know that 
Mother is happy with the idea of three VERY pregnant daughters, 
even though she pretends to be ashamed of us for getting knocked-
up.
     Well, she SHOULD be happy.  After all, it was all her idea, 
no matter how much she tries to make it look like it wasn't.

     It all started when we went on vacation.  Since Daddy was 
busy at work, Mother set up the whole vacation from start to 
finish.  She arranged the motels.  She rented the spot at the 
resort in advance.  She even packed all the suitcases; making 
sure just what clothes everybody had.  As I said, Mother planned 
everything.  Uhuh, EVERYTHING.
     The first thing that seemed even slightly unusual to the 
rest of us, was when Mother had us kids go shopping the week 
before, for clothes to take along.  I mean, we hadn't planned on 
getting new clothes, just for vacation.
     Well, to us girls, getting a new wardrobe was fun, but to 
Mike it was like a visit to the dentist.  Still, I guess if he 
knew just why Mother wanted us to get the new clothes, he would 
have been as eager as we were.  Perhaps, even more eager.  Of 
course, none of us kids had even an inkling of what was to come.  
(Or is that, "What was to cum."?)







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     Since we were going to be staying where the temperature was 
in the 90's, Mother took us to a special store that specialized 
in Hawaiian clothes, so we wouldn't get too hot.   (Oh GOD, 
that's funny!  <Tee hee.>)
     Mike got a big Hawaiian shirt, and loose boxer-shorts that 
were so violently orange, that you thought they would set the 
seat on fire.
     We all got swimsuits, even Mother.  Only WHAT swimsuits!
     Previously, Diane had been the only one who wore a bikini, 
and that one was pretty modest.  (For a bikini, that is.)  This 
time, Mother not only let us younger girls get bikini's too, but 
she had each of us girls keep trying on different ones, until she 
was satisfied with the results.
     I noticed my brother Mike was getting embarrassed at seeing 
his sisters half-naked like that, and I think that's one reason 
Mother kept us trying on new ones.
     I've got this to say about Mother.  She has good taste in 
clothes.  Each bikini was different, and matched each of us girls 
like it was designed with her in mind.  Diane had a string 
bikini, that not only left very little of her 16-year-old body to 
the imagination, it stimulated that imagination, so that my older 
sister looked sexier than if she was naked.
     Me?  Mother had me wearing this cotton thing with a printed 
pattern that made it looked like I was only wearing shells on my 
tits, and even down below.  The back-end covered so little, it 
almost vanished into the crack of my ass.  I looked naked, except 
for three shells that looked like THEY might fall off.
     Even Lisa looked sexy.  Mother found a cute little outfit 
that had padding in the cups, so that my little sister looked 
almost as sexy as I did.
     And Mother?  She outdid us all.  (Of course.)  Where she 
found it, I don't know, (It was NOT at that Hawaiian shop, that 
I'm certain of.) but Mother had a one-piece swimsuit that made 
ours look modest.  Yes, one-piece.  It was made out of some kind 
of stretchy material that fit her like a second skin, and looked 
like a second skin too.
     Uhuh.  Just like that.  It was an orangish-pink that matched 
Mother's skin-color almost exactly.  Not only that, but there 
were brown circles dyed into the fabric where her breasts were, 
and a brown 'vee' covering the spot between her legs.  From 20 
feet away, you would swear that Mother was naked, when she was 
wearing it.  Even close up, the illusion was almost overwhelming.
     To make matters worse (Or better, depending on your 
viewpoint.) the fabric almost vanished, when wet; blending into 
mother's skin-color almost perfectly.  Wow!  What an outfit to 
make the wolves sit up and howl!
     And the swimsuits were just the start.  In the Hawaiian 
shop, dresses came in two styles:  Moo-moos (Yuck!) and short 
little dresses for sexy young women.  We did NOT buy any moo-
moos.
     Mother let us each buy two new outfits, and had us model 
them.  It's a wonder that Mike didn't have a heart-attack, with 
three sexy sisters parading in front of him.  Still, he pretended 
to be bored.



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     I won't bore you to death with the whole fashion-show, but I 
ended up with a cute little mini-skirt and top, and a wraparound 
outfit to go over my swimsuit.  It's STILL my favorite outfit; 
even though I won't be able to get into it again for another 
month or so.  Two buttons and a belt, are all that keep you from 
falling out of the thing, but it's as secure as you want it to 
be.
     If you want to go swimming, you don't even have to get 
undressed.  Just pop the two buttons, unwrap the belt, and it's 
like taking off a robe.  There you are, stark naked.  (Or, 
wearing a swimsuit.)
     As I said, Mother packed.  Not only that, she laid out 
clothes for each of us the morning we were to start.  So, you 
know that what happened later just HAD to be deliberate on 
Mother's part.  Of course, MOTHER blames us, saying we should 
have checked to be sure we had everything we needed.
     Yeah, sure.  When Mother already had the suitcases packed in 
the car, we were supposed to haul them out to see what she 
missed.  Uhuh.
     I suppose the second hint, was when we got dressed that 
morning, and all our underclothes were either "in the laundry" or 
already packed.  Uhuh.
     Not to worry though, because Mother had gotten each of us a 
nice fresh, brand-new pair to wear.  The panties were this funny 
blue-color, with tiny little holes all through the fabric.  
Still, they were very soft, and even quite sexy.  They seemed a 
little flimsy, but then that's one of the things about sexy 
clothes; to be flimsy, or to at least LOOK that way.
     They WERE cute though.  Mother had all of us start out in 
the outfits we had picked up the previous week.  She wasn't 
taking any chances on one of us bringing along clothes that SHE 
hadn't planned on us wearing.
     We never noticed; being too involved with the excitement of 
shutting down the house, and getting ready to go.  Mother brought 
in one small suitcase, for each of us to throw in books or toys, 
or things we just couldn't BEAR to be without while on vacation.  
(Like my new necklace.)
     Suspicious?  No.  Why should we have been?  If our mother 
wanted to take the job of packing to herself, why should WE 
volunteer for work?

     When we got to the resort, at first we were too busy 
admiring the view, and hurrying to get in a swim before dinner, 
to notice the unusual aspects of our cottage.
     The lake was so refreshing, after our long hot drive, and we 
were so sweaty, that Mother had us throw all our clothes in a bag 
to be washed, while we took our swim.  Boy!  You should have seen 
the look on Daddy's face, when he first got a good look at our 
outfits.  Especially Mother's.   Whooooeee!
     Still, he didn't say a word; though his eyes bugged out 
about 6 inches.  Daddy didn't come in the lake with the rest of 
us; seeming somewhat embarrassed about something.  He sure did 
watch me and Diane a lot though.  I got hot just feeling Daddy's 
gaze on me, like I was some beautiful model.



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     Heck, I even got a slight kick out of showing off in front 
of both him and Mike.  Neither of them complained though.  I 
noticed both my sisters and even Mother were doing something 
similar, so I didn't feel guilty.
     Afterwards, while she was starting supper in the tiny 
kitchen just off the main room, Mother sent me to wash the 
clothes.  "So that you'll have something clean to wear tomorrow."  
This was the start of what became a pattern in the next week, 
where Mother shifted the blame for everything that happened.
     According to HER, it was all our fault.  SHE had nothing to 
do with it.  Uhuh.
     At the time, I was kind of glad to be given the job of 
washing clothes, because I had a book to read, and the other kids 
had just found out there was no TV in the cabin at all.  No TV, 
no stereo, and only a tiny transistor-radio that Daddy insisted 
was for emergencies only.  What a bummer!
     It seems our parents wanted us to learn to have fun on our 
own, without relying on canned entertainment.  Two whole weeks 
without TV.  Whoo boy!  I made a private bet with myself that 
Mike wouldn't last three days.  Of course, at that time, I didn't 
know the "entertainment" that Mother had planned for my big 
brother.
     As the howls rose louder, I grinned to myself; hoisted the 
bag of clothing over my shoulder; and headed over to the laundry-
hut to catch up on Jody-Lynn and her hunk of a boyfriend.
     Since all the clothes were colored, and Mother didn't tell 
me any different, I threw them all in one big washer; put the 
coins in; and settled down to read, until the silence told me the 
wash was finished.
     Even then, I didn't notice anything wrong; just grabbing the 
whole batch and tossing it into the dryer.
     It was only when I was sorting things out afterwards, that I 
realized something was wrong.  The brand-new panties that my 
sisters and I had been wearing looked more like shredded 
newspaper, than soft warm cloth.  Oh shit!  And of course, Mother 
blamed it all on me; setting a pattern for all the things to 
follow.
     It never occurred to me, that I had been set-up.  (At least, 
not until about a week after we got back, and I found an empty 
wrapper for three pairs of "disposable panties" in the bottom of 
the trash can, when I emptied the garbage.  Of course by THEN, 
the pattern had been set, and it was too late.)
     Mother ranted and raved about how she couldn't trust me to 
do ANYTHING; not even a simple job like washing clothes.  She 
then went on to say that since I had ruined the brand-new panties 
she had gone to all that expense to buy, then I would just have 
to do without!  Not only that, but my sisters too.
     (This brought me black looks from Diane and Lisa.)
     "It's a good thing that Mike's clothes didn't fall apart," 
said Mother, giving them a tug to emphasize her point that belied 
it.  Mikes jockey shorts ripped right in two at the tug.
     (I THINK mother got sneaky, and had dribbled battery-acid 
across them a day or two before, but I'll never be sure.)




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     Well, this got a laugh out of everybody, and got me off the 
hook a little.  (I think Mother didn't want to have to punish me, 
so she worked this scene out where I would seem to be the person 
to blame, but not get punished for it.)  When this happened, 
Mother grinned a little sheepishly, and stopped accusing me.
     Oh well, no big deal, huh?  Just get some new clothes out of 
the suitcases.  Uhuh.  Only there wasn't any replacement 
underwear in the suitcases.
     When we complained, Mother put the blame right back on us.
     "What?" she said.  "You didn't pack any extra?  Well, it's 
your own fault, if you didn't.  I had enough things to do with 
getting ready, than to supervise each of you, when you packed 
your clothes."
     All four of us were staring at Mother, like we couldn't 
believe our ears.  When Diane opened her mouth to object that 
Mother had done all the packing, she cut her off short.  "You all 
should have checked yourselves, to be sure you had everything.  
Now you'd better shut up, or I'm going to start thinking about 
what punishment you deserve for forgetting such essential items, 
other than just having to do without.  For sure I'm not going to 
buy replacements for kids this irresponsible!"
     I looked at Diane; she looked at Mike, and we all looked at 
Lisa.  Finally, Mike shrugged, and we decided he was right.  It 
was NOT worth fighting about.  Besides, we had never won a fight 
with Mother before.
     Of course, it was a mistake.  By giving in on THIS, we just 
set ourselves into a pattern for what followed.  I think that if 
we had really raised a ruckus anywhere along the line, Mother 
would have backed down, or Daddy would have spoken up and 
supported us.  Still, Daddy wasn't going to stop things if we 
didn't squawk.  Who knows, maybe he was in on the deal.
     Thinking about it, I'm fairly sure he was.  Mother was 
probably designated the one to force things along, while Daddy 
acted as an escape-route if any of us kids objected loudly 
enough.  Only we never did.  I can't remember a time when Mother 
and Daddy didn't work together on things.
     Still, I can't be sure.  Maybe Mother DID work this out on 
her own.  For sure, Daddy went along for the ride.
     It was only about an hour later, that we found out Mother's 
second surprise.
     "MOTHER!" came Mike's voice, as my sister and I were 
finishing picking the linty remains of our panties out of the 
rest of the clothes.  "Where's the other bedroom?"
     Lisa and I looked around the almost one-room cottage, and 
giggled.  The so-called "cottage" was almost as big as some 
houses, but was all one room.  Even the tiny little kitchen area 
and bathroom were more nooks than really separate rooms. It 
wasn't until later, that I figured out what the cottage really 
was, and it was only the sunken heart-shaped Jaccuzi-pool of a 
bathtub in the corner that made it a giveaway.
     Mother had rented a "honeymoon" cottage!  Only for a family 
of 6, instead of two lovesick honeymooners.  Still, there were 
TWO kingsize beds, instead of just one.  (I wonder at the couple 
who would sleep in separate beds on their honeymoon.)



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     No separate bedrooms.  Not even a separate bathroom.  And 
only TWO beds!  Mother had set us up but good!
     "But MOTHER!  Where am I supposed to sleep?"  My brother's 
wail was almost echoed by me, until I decided to keep my mouth 
shut.  I had already gotten into trouble once by opening my mouth 
to volunteer to wash clothes.  I may not be a rocket-scientist, 
but by now I figured our mother was up to something.
     "Well, you'll just have to sleep with your sisters," snapped 
Mother.  "We don't have any place else to put you."
     I looked over at my father, to see his reaction to this.
     Daddy could barely hide a smirk, as he watched to see what 
his wife had cooked up to cover this situation.  I think Daddy 
didn't figure Mother would really manage to bring this off, but 
was curious to see if she could.
     "But Mother!" started Mike again.
     "Unless you want to sleep outside in the nude!" said mother.  
"We didn't bring along any pajamas, as I didn't think you would 
need them."  (This was just a HINT of what was to come.)
     "What about us, Mother," asked Diane.  "Are we just supposed 
to get in bed naked too?"
     "Of course not!" snapped Mother.  "I brought along 
nightgowns for each of you."  With this, she pulled out three 
lacy little nighties that must have come directly from 
"Victoria's Secret".  Not one came fully below the waist, and it 
wouldn't have mattered if it had, because you could see right 
through each one.  "Now get them on, and get into bed," she 
ordered us.
     "But Mother!  I can't get undressed with Mike here," 
objected Diane.
     "And why not?" snapped Mother.  "He's your own brother!  Now 
hurry up and change out of that swimsuit and get in bed before I 
really get ticked-off!"
     She turned to glare at me and Lisa.  "That goes for you 
too!" she said.
     Lisa and I looked at each other and shrugged.  It looked 
like no time to play hero, and be the one Mother took her anger 
out on.  We'd figure it all out in the morning.
     It only took a second or two to slip out of the bikinis, and 
into the sexy films that Mother had gotten us.  All the time, 
Mike stared at us, with open mouth.  I don't think he had ever 
seen a girl completely naked before.  Diane especially seemed to 
get his attention.
     Mother interrupted him.
     "Well?" she prompted.  "What are YOU waiting for?  You can 
look at your sisters' naked bodies when you're naked too.  Now 
hurry up, and get ready for bed!"
     Blushing brightly, Mike did so, while WE watched HIM this 
time.  By the time he was undressed, holding his pants in front 
of him, we were all in bed staring at him.
     "Well?" prompted Mother again.  "Get in bed with your 
sisters, and get to sleep."






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     Diane didn't look too happy either, but she moved over to 
allow my big brother enough room to slide in.  This pushed me 
over next to Lisa, until we were all lying skin-to-skin next to 
each other.
     "Now go to sleep," repeated Mother.
     Well, we tried.

     The only trouble was, none of us were used to sleeping with 
someone else.  (For ME, sleeping naked was what I always did.  I 
NEVER used pajamas.)  Still, sleeping naked is one thing.  
Sleeping naked next to someone else, is an entirely different 
matter.  I couldn't believe how stimulating the feel of someone 
else's naked skin next to mine was.  The short little nighties 
did nothing to keep bare skin from touching bare skin.
     "Mike!  Stop it."  hissed Diane, from her side of the bed.  
Then silence for a while.
     "Ohmigosh!" whispered Lisa, attracting my attention.  
"Look!"  It may have been only a whisper, but it got my attention 
fast.
     I looked over my 10-year-old little sister to see what had 
gotten her so excited.
     "Ohmigosh!" I repeated Lisa's observation.  "Look guys."  I 
poked Diane in the side to stop her squirming-fight with Mike.
     "Holy Smoke!" said my big brother, leaning across Diane to 
get a better look.  This time Diane didn't object to Mike 
touching her, as she was too distracted by what was going on in 
the other bed.
     Yes, you guessed it.  Our parents were going at it. . . like 
they were the pair of newlyweds, that the room was intended for.  
Not only that, but they weren't even under the covers; seeming to 
think we were all asleep, or possibly just not caring.  I watched 
in awe, as Mother hooked her legs over Daddy's shoulders, 
allowing us an even better view of his prick sliding in and out.
     Now I've seen PICTURES of cocks before.  I've even seen 
Mike's on a couple of occasions.  Still, I had never seen one 
really erect, and certainly not going in and out of a woman 
before.  What was even more exciting, was that this was our own 
parents, and not more than 8 feet away from us.
     I was vaguely aware of Diane's breath in my ear speeding up, 
as Mike felt her body while watching our parents.  Her earlier 
objections at his touching her seemed to fade, as the erotic 
action in front of us got faster.  "Oh," she panted in my ear.  
"Uh.  Uuuhuhh."
     I was fingering myself as well, while watching; so I figured 
my big sister was doing the same thing, until I realized Mike was 
doing it for her instead, and she was probably fisting him at the 
same time.  My stroking myself became even faster at the thought.
     I felt my big sister's legs spread a little, as Mike's hand 
crept past my buttocks, and into the crevice between Diane's 
thighs.  Shortly, Dine actually BIT me, as she trapped Mike's 
hand between her legs, and her grunts and pants became even 
louder.





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     "Don't stop," pleaded Mike, as we all watched the action in 
the other bed get even faster, before Daddy suddenly stopped 
sliding in and out, and just pushed at Mother, shuddering.
     "Oh, OK, but just this once!" grumbled Diane, as she seemed 
no longer interested in the whole scene, for some reason or 
other.  Suddenly, I felt something wet slap me on the leg, as my 
big brother groaned.  A second wet slap licked across my waist, 
and wet the back of my hand, before starting to dribble down my 
back.  "Oh shit!" Moaned Mike.
     "No shit," said Diane.  "Now look what you did.  Get some 
Kleenex, and clean this mess up.  I hope you're satisfied."
     "Thanks Diane," said Mike.  "I'll make it up to you."
     "Just clean this mess up, then go to sleep," said Diane, 
disgustedly.  "We shouldn't have done even this much."
     I pretended to be asleep, as Diane took a proffered tissue, 
and wiped me off.  I wondered if that stuff was the "cum" we had 
all heard of that gets girls pregnant. . . Probably, I figured.
     I went back to sneaking a finger in my crack, enjoying the 
slick wet feel of my finger in my slit, when my whole body went 
cold with fright.  I had just realized I had been fingering 
myself with the hand that was dripping my big brother's cum.  No 
wonder it was so slippery!  Oh God!  I might have just 
inseminated myself with my own brother's sperm.  Oh shit.  Oh 
shit.  Scary though it was, the idea must have been incredibly 
sexy too, because I found myself cumming, just like my big sister 
had, and I couldn't help forcing the full length of my sperm-
slickened finger right up inside me.  There was something 
incredibly erotic about the thought of getting pregnant on my own 
finger like this.
     Of course afterwards, I sweated for hours at the incredible 
chance I had been taking.  I couldn't BELIEVE I had done 
something that dumb!
     That's why I was still awake, when the fight started.  Only 
it wasn't really a fight.  Just more squirmings and "Stop that!" 
from my big sister, followed finally by a threat of, "if you 
don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream!"
     "Please Di," pleaded Mike, "Just a little?  I just want to 
put the head in for a second, just to feel what it's like."
     "I'm going to scream right now."  Diane's voice was no 
longer just a whisper.  Just a hair louder, and she would be 
waking our parents up.
     Mike must have gotten the message, but he still tried.  
"Well at least, could you. . . You know. . . Like you did 
earlier?"
     "No!" said Diane loudly.
     Afraid that Diane would make good on her threat if he 
insisted, Mike slowly subsided grumbling.
     "I shouldn't have done it the first time," whispered Diane 
fiercely, now that our big brother had given up.
     Mike pointedly turned his back to her.
     I don't know what happened after that, as I fell asleep.






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     The next morning, I woke up with my big brother snuggled up 
next to me.  Diane was already up; looking incredibly beautiful 
in her black filmy nightie, and Mike had instinctively snuggled 
up to the next warm body in his sleep.  His half-hard prick was 
between my legs, and I could figure just what had bothered Diane 
last night.  Still, as long as he didn't try to stick it in ME, I 
wouldn't say anything, if he or Diane didn't.
     THEY didn't, but Mother did.  We were just finishing up 
breakfast; still wearing the sexy nighties, as Mother had 
deliberately left the suitcases out in the car, and wouldn't let 
us get them until after we ate.  It was almost as sexy parading 
around in those filmy baby-dolls, as it had been the previous 
night watching our parents get it on.  My little pussy was 
soaked, just thinking about the horny looks I was getting from 
Daddy and Mike.  Still, while I liked being looked at, I 
certainly wouldn't have ever planned on DOING anything with my 
own relatives.
     Just about the time we were finished; while Mother had me 
and Lisa washing dishes, still in our sexy nightclothes, Mother 
put the question to Diane.  "What were you squawking about last 
night Diane?  You almost woke up your father."
     Mike looked pleadingly at our big sister, but Diane just 
shrugged.  She hadn't planned on telling on Mike, but since it 
was his own fault, she wasn't going to lie for him either.  Of 
course, she didn't figure on Mother shifting the blame either.  
This was the first time.  "Mike wanted to fuck me," she said.
     Oh shit!  Mike's face fell, but at least HE didn't blame my 
big sister.  Mike is too honest for that.  I guess he takes after 
Daddy.
     "Well of COURSE he did," said Mother, unexpectedly.  "What 
do you expect a guy to do, if his big sister crawls in bed with 
him practically naked, and then snuggles her sexy body up next to 
him?"
     Diane was gaping at Mother; her jaw working like a fish, as 
she tried to recover from the injustice of the accusation.  In 
the first place, it had been MIKE who crawled into bed with HER, 
not the other way around, and it had been at MOTHER'S insistence!  
And as for "snuggling", she had been as far away from him as she 
could get, when you have four people in the same bed. . . not 
very far.  Still, she had NOT snuggled.  On the other hand, she 
HAD given Mike that hand-job, so she wasn't completely innocent.
     Diane's consternation at Mother's accusation was nothing to 
what she felt at the next question.
     "Well, how is he?" asked Mother.
     "Huh?"  This from all four of us kids.
     "I said, how is he in bed?" asked Mother.  "Is he a good 
fuck?  Did he get you off?"
     "MOTHER!" said Diane in irritation, "I did NOT fuck my own 
brother.  What kind of girl do you think I am?"








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     "A tease, obviously," snapped Mother.  "I'm ashamed of you!  
wearing tiny little bikinis, prancing around the cottage in next-
to-nothing sleepware that's just DESIGNED to look sexy, then 
climbing in bed naked with your brother where he couldn't help 
feeling your sexy body next to his, and then refusing to help 
him, after all that.  To think that I would raise such a child!"
     "Mother!  It sounds like you EXPECTED me to fuck Mike."
     "Well of COURSE I did, after all that buildup you gave him!  
I mean, if you're going to ACT like a slut, it's unfair to the 
poor kid to let him down like that."
     "But Mother!"
     "Don't 'But Mother' me!  The next time your brother asks 
you, I expect you to treat him nicely.  Now go over there and 
give your little brother a kiss, and tell him you're sorry for 
not fucking him last night.  Now he's going to have to wait ALL 
day long, before it's time to go to bed again."
     "But Mom," said Diane, using the name that none of us had 
used for our mother since the third grade, "if Mike cums in me, I 
could get pregnant.  I can't have my own brother's baby, can I?"
     "I'm sorry," said Mother, "but that's just the chance your 
going to have to take, aren't you.  It's 20 miles to the nearest 
town, and I am NOT going to ask the people at this resort if they 
have some rubbers so my daughter can fuck her little brother 
without getting knocked-up!  You'll just have to hope it's not 
the right time of month yet."
     "But.  But.  But," Diane sputtered.
     "Don't 'but-but' me," said Mother.  "You sound like a 
motorboat.  Now tonight, I don't want to hear any squawks from 
your little brother about his not getting any tail, like last 
night. . . You hear?"
     By now, all four of us kids were gaping in amazement at the 
way mother had shifted the blame from Mike for "putting the make" 
on Diane, to Diane for not having sex with her own brother!
     Mother looked around at all of us, glaring.  "Now that's 
enough of this," she said.  "I don't want to hear another word 
about it from any of you!  Now get dressed, we're going fishing 
this morning, and boating this afternoon."
     "But what about our panties?" whined Lisa.
     "You'll just have to do without; since your big sister 
ruined the only pairs you had with you.  If you're all careful, 
nobody except your father and brother will know that you're naked 
underneath those skirts anyway.  Now go get ready."
     I was tempted to slip into my bikini, and wear my wrap-
around skirt like it was intended; but a glare from Mother when I 
reached for it stopped me cold.
     You have no idea how hard it is to remain demure and modest, 
when you're wearing a short little skirt that doesn't go all the 
way down to your knees, and no panties underneath.  By the time 
we finished the boat-trip, and returned with 3 beautiful fish for 
lunch, I was sweating like it was 90 degrees outside.  Even so, I 
think a couple of the honeymooning men at the resort noticed.  
Luckily, nobody said anything.





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     That afternoon was a lot easier, as we went rowing.  Even 
then, knowing that Daddy and Mike could look right up our skirts 
from the other end of the boat, did little for my composure.  
Only Lisa didn't seem to mind; occasionally "flashing" her cute 
little butt at either Daddy or Mike; and once or twice, even at 
Mother.
     It was actually a relief to slip into the bathing suits that 
hid even less of our bodies than the dresses did.  At least, we 
could stop worrying about bending over!  On the other hand, 
seeing so much bare skin seemed to arouse Daddy and Mike even 
more.  Daddy finally gave up, just sitting there watching the 
three of us splashing with Mike.  I guess he didn't DARE show an 
erection out there in public.  Especially when it was caused by 
his own daughters.
     That night, Mike seemed to be even more nervous than Diane.  
When he finally crawled into bed with us, his prick was as tiny 
as my middle finger, and he was actually apologetic to Diane for 
getting her in trouble.  I didn't hear the whole conversation, 
because they whispered a lot, but finally I heard Diane say, "Oh 
don't be silly. . . Here," as she spread her legs, and motioned 
to our brother to get between them.
     I didn't really see Mike's prick go into my big sister, as 
the covers were wrapped around his butt, and all I could see was 
a big lump making up the two of them.  Still, there was no doubt 
about what they were doing, as Diane first let out a little yelp, 
then started humping back at my big brother just as hard as he 
was humping into her.
     Lisa and I watched with astonishment, as Diane suddenly 
grabbed Mike in a bear-hug; almost ripping the skin in his back, 
while our big brother made frantic little jerks between our big 
sister's legs before collapsing in a heap on top of her.
     No sooner had the two lovers in OUR bed stopped, than the 
action in the bed next to us started.  Only Mother made sure that 
her little girls saw each throbbing plunge of their father's 
thick cock into her tightly squeezing hole.  She even had Daddy 
pull out when he came; squirting thick sticky gobs all over her 
open cunt, before sliding it back inside her.  She made sure we 
knew that Daddy's sperm was going right into her vagina where it 
belonged.  Since we all knew that Mother wasn't on the pill, this 
had extra meaning to us.
     The next morning, I was woke up by a rhythmic shaking of the 
bed, as my two older siblings repeated their actions of the night 
before.  This time. I was able to actually SEE my big brother's 
prick as it slid in and out of Diane's tight little hole.
     It was so erotic, that I had to finger myself off as well.
     For the next three days, this went on like this, with our 
two older siblings and parents putting on an erotic show for Lisa 
and me.  Every night, the bed would shake, and sometimes in the 
middle of the night.  Usually, they would do it again in the 
morning, and whenever they did, I would watch them.  Usually I 
would finger myself off too.  Of course, Mother caught me.  I 
think she expected to.





                                11


     "Say Mike," said Mother, to our big brother, who was still 
breathing hard from his exertion with Diane, "don't forget you 
have two other sisters too.  It's not fair to tease them by 
fucking your big sister all the time, and leave them out."
     Oh shit!  Somehow I had expected this.
     Diane giggled, as loudly as she could; being out of breath 
from her recent orgasm.  Lisa just stared at Mother.  I goofed, 
and opened my big mouth.
     "But Mother!" I said, "I can't fuck my own brother!"  
Ignoring the fact that Diane was Mike's sister, just as much as I 
was.
     "You mean you're going to say that after displaying your 
body in front of your big brother for over a week now, and 
playing with yourself in front of him?  I can't believe a 
daughter of mine would be such a slut!  And then you tell my 
you're 'too innocent' to let your poor brother relieve the 
pressure in his balls by fucking you; making your big sister do 
all the work.  I'm ashamed at you Cindy-Marie!"  There mother 
went, making it MY fault again, that Mike would want to fuck me.
     Well, that night, as you might expect, it was me this time 
that felt my big brother crawl between my legs.  Only I didn't 
have nearly as much fun as Diane always did.  No, it wasn't so 
much the hurt of Mike breaking my cherry.  I hardly felt that.  
It was the fact that Mike came so fast.  I had barely gotten used 
to having Mike inside me, when it seems that my tight little hole 
squeezed him so hard he came before I barely got started.  What a 
disappointment!
     Afterwards, I lay there feeling disgusted.  "This was sex?" 
I thought, "the 'fun' thing that everybody wants to do?  Well, 
they could keep it. . . I would pass."  For a while I lay there 
getting more and more irritable.  No, it wasn't the fact that 
Mike had fucked me.  It wasn't even the gooey feeling of my big 
brother's thick sticky cum oozing out of my vagina, where I knew 
there was a good chance of it getting me pregnant.  No, what 
annoyed me was that I never even got the good feelings I usually 
did with my own finger.  After watching my big sister "get her 
rocks off" almost every time, this was a letdown like you can't 
imagine.
     Lisa was looking at me wide-eyed.  I guess the little girl 
knew she would be next.  Especially after that remark of Mother's 
the previous morning.
     "Well, at least YOU don't have to sorry about getting 
pregnant," I said sourly; taking my disgruntlement out on my 
little sister.
     "I had my period just last week," whispered Lisa.
     Oh shit.
     Together, we cuddled and commiserated.
     The next day, it was better, but still nothing to brag 
about.  I still didn't get off, though it felt better, and I 
wasn't so sore from losing my virginity.  Still, I lay there with 
my big brother's slowly seed soaking into my vagina; knowing I 
was missing something, but not being quite sure what.
     What was even worse, was two days later when I watched Mike 
fucking Lisa, and the little shit came to a gasping grunting 
frantic orgasm her very first time.  Shit, was I pissed!


                                12


     To see the little 10-year-old kid with my big brother's cock 
sliding in and out of her tight little hole was quite something.  
To see the little girl gasping and groaning in orgasm as she did 
her best to milk every thick drop of our brother's baby-making 
cum up inside her fertile young belly was quite something else.
     I was so jealous I could spit!
     Well, from then on, Mike fucked all three of us, but 
concentrated mainly on my two sisters.  After all, they seemed to 
enjoy it more, so he did too.  In fact, if it hadn't been for 
Mother's injunction to "not forget" he might have stopped fucking 
me altogether.  Only instead of making me happier, this made me 
even more disgruntled.
     Everyone seemed to feel sorry for me, which actually made me 
unhappier still.  Mother finally took pity on me. . . In her own 
way, of course.  She had to make it look like it was my "fault", 
just like she had shifted the blame for everything else.
     About a week into the vacation, I got my period, which made 
me grumpier yet, and of course Mike didn't fuck me at all then.
     I had just stopped bleeding, and was watching my big brother 
"stick it to" my little sister, when Mother came over and found 
my twiddling my own crack with my fingers.
     "Look at you," she said disgustedly, "playing with yourself, 
while your poor father has to watch your sisters get fucked, and 
hardly gets anything himself.   WELL," she huffed, "If you're big 
enough to fuck our own brother, then you're big enough to help 
your father out!  It's about time SOMEONE helped me take care of 
him, and since you don't seem to be doing all that well with your 
brother, maybe you should do SOME good around here by helping me 
with your father.  Now get over there and show your father how 
much you've learned."  Mother gave me a big shove in Daddy's 
direction, while I caught my breath at this new outrageous 
accusation.  "If I was big enough to fuck my own brother, I was 
big enough to fuck Daddy," indeed!  As if it had been ME who 
seduced mike, not the other way around.
     Still, I wasn't in any mood to put up a big argument.  
Especially one with Mother, which I knew in advance I would lose.  
"OK Daddy," I sighed with resignation, "let's fuck."  If Mother 
wanted me to fuck Daddy, then why not?  It wasn't as if I was a 
virgin or anything, or even cared.
     Daddy however, was NOT going to just "fuck."  He didn't 
believe in it.  Besides, the way I was feeling and acting, it 
would have felt to him like little more than rape.  Daddy loves 
me.  Heck, Daddy loves ALL of us.  So does Mother, for that 
matter, though she shows it in strange ways sometimes.
     "Come here, Honey," said Daddy, then he just cuddled me 
until I fell asleep.  It wasn't until two hours later that I woke 
up in Daddy's arms, while he stroked me and told me how much he 
loved me, and cuddled and soothed and tickled me.  Once I was in 
a better mood, he started feeling me up by stroking my back and 
sides; only getting around to rubbing my titties when I was 
cooing with satisfaction from the previous rubdown.  Daddy was 
making love to me.





                                13


     It might have been twenty minutes later, it might have been 
an hour, but Daddy finally got around to first feeling me up in 
the twat, then finally "going down" on me.  Licking pussy wasn't 
even in my vocabulary until that time.  Boy, I sure hadn't known 
what I was missing!  For the first time, outside of my own 
fingers, I climaxed.  Then again.  By the third time, I was 
almost tearing Daddy's hair out by the roots, as my stomach made 
flip-flops, and my little hole ached from squeezing emptily.
     Then and only then, when I was practically BEGGING him to 
fuck me, did Daddy slip his thick cock up inside me.  In THAT 
manner I guess Mother has a point, when she says I "asked for 
it."
     Of course, Daddy couldn't just "slip" his cock up inside me 
either.  It was too big.  Even with me running rivers of arousal, 
and Daddy drooling big gobs of pre-cum, it was a struggle to get 
it inside me.  OOooh!  What a delicious struggle.  I couldn't 
believe it.  For all the fucking my big brother had given me, I 
hadn't climaxed once.  Now my handsome father barely gets the 
head of his prick inside me, and I'm not only creaming like a 
river, I'm going into continuous shuddering orgasms that never 
seemed to stop.  On and on it went.  I was barely aware of 
Daddy's prick getting all the way inside me, as his balls slapped 
against my ass, and his pubic hair was rubbing my almost-bare 
cunny-lips.  I don't know how Daddy managed to hold out against 
my frantic squeezing, but he somehow did; allowing me to enjoy 
every frantic throb of orgasm with him inside me.
     It was only when he knew I was finished, that Daddy started 
stroking for HIS climax.  I looked down to where I could see my 
tummy swelling each time Daddy shoved his big cock home.  Such an 
exciting sight!  The knowledge that my own father was going to 
squirt the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies in my tight 
little tummy was far more of a turn-on, than scary proposition.  
To know that my own father loved me enough to want me to carry 
his baby was enough to start me climaxing again.  When I suddenly 
realized that *I* wanted to carry his baby, it was like a bomb 
exploded in my belly.  All of a sudden I found my vagina was 
milking on my father's prick like a thirsty man trying to get the 
last drop of water out of a wineskin.  I couldn't help myself, as 
I felt ripples run up and down my vagina in waves.
     Suddenly Daddy lurched on top of me, and jammed himself 
inside me hard.  "I'm sorry, Honey," he said, "I can't help 
myself.  I really shouldn't cum in you, but if feels too good to 
stop.  OOhoohhh!"
     No WAY was I going to lest Daddy get away with feeling 
guilty for THIS!  I wrapped my legs around my father so he 
couldn't have gotten away if he had wanted to, and forced myself 
up against him, so the last inch of fatherly prick seated itself 
in my belly, while it sent jet after incestuous jet of his 
precious sperm squirting into my eager young womb.  God!  did 
that feel good!  I climaxed again!  Knowing my own father was 
cumming in me, possibly getting me pregnant right then, caused me 
to do it a third and then a fourth time.





                                14


     Only when Daddy finally slowed and came to rest with his 
half-hard prick still drooling cum up inside me, did I finally 
come back to my senses.  Oh God!  I had really done it up brown 
this time.  Now that I knew what it was like to fuck Daddy, I 
wouldn't be able to stop; not even if I DID get pregnant, or even 
if Mother got mad at me.  Oh shit.
     Only it wasn't all that bad.  Daddy DID get me pregnant, 
though it took over six months, and Mother did NOT get mad at me; 
seeming to be proud of me for doing such a good job of fucking my 
own father.  Only she says it's my own fault for getting 
pregnant.  After all, I didn't HAVE to seduce Daddy.
     Yeah, just like my sisters didn't HAVE to seduce Mike.
     Yeah, they're both pregnant too.  Diane's about six-months 
along, and Lisa just skipped her first period a little over two 
months ago.  Of course Mother says, "What do you expect from two 
little sluts like that, who seduce their own brother?"  Mother's 
logic is nuts, but we all love her anyway.
     Now that they're both pregnant, Mother allows them to fuck 
Daddy too, while sometimes I take on my big brother.  Mike has 
learned quite a lot in the last year or so, from watching Daddy.  
Who knows, maybe I'll let him make the next one.  If I DO, then 
for once it really WILL be "my own fault", not Mother shifting 
the blame.


































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