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Out of hand
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Getting out of hand
An Erotic Story
It all started out as just a joke, that kind of got out of
hand.
When Chrissie and I got married, she was 4 months pregnant.
While this raised quite a few eyebrows: For Chrissie and I, it
was the best thing that could have happened. I mean: previously,
her parents and mine had been doing everything they could to
break us up. They just couldn't believe that a 16 year old boy
and a 12 year old little girl really cared for each other, or
knew what they were getting into. I mean, I was SO much older
than her.
Horsepucky! I mean, If I had been 26, and she had been 22,
nobody would have thought a thing. In fact, I understand that 4
years difference is almost the average, in that age group. For
us however, it had been one long round after another, of sneaking
ways to see each other; almost driving both of our parents to
distraction.
Originally, Chrissie's older sister Karen had been my
girlfriend, until one day Chrissie had caught the two of us going
at it like bunny-rabbits. Karen had come up with the idea of
keeping Chrissie's mouth shut, by inviting her in. That way,
Chrissie couldn't tell on us, when she was doing the same thing
herself.
Well, if you think I exactly fought the idea of fucking
Karen's cute little 10-year-old sister, when the kid really
seemed to want it, then you're crazier than I was. Yeah, I must
have been crazy to fuck the little kid. I mean, do you know what
they do to guys who fuck little 10-year-old girls. Even 14-year-
olds don't get off easy. Still, at 14, my hormones were stronger
than my good sense. Besides, with both her 13 year old sister
Karen, AND the little 10-year-old herself both pushing me, I
didn't rally have a chance to say, "No."
If this sound's like I regret what I did that day, you've
gotten the wrong impression. I enjoyed it then, and both
Chrissie and I are happy with the results now, many years later.
Well, as you might expect, it didn't stop at just that first
time. Once I had felt the little kid's tight little hole
squeezing the sperm out of my cock, I wanted to do it again. So
did Chrissie. In spite of the pain of losing her virginity that
day, Chrissie turned out to be just as eager as I was to repeat
the process when she got over being sore.
The first few times, Chrissie had to almost threaten her big
sister, to get Karen to let me fuck her. Luckily, it was about
this time, that Karen met the leader of the basketball team, and
was starting to lose interest in me anyway. Still, we had to
keep up appearances.
So, for almost a year, I would come over about every other
day, ostensibly to see Karen, while in reality I was boffing her
little sister, while the older girl kept a lookout. Sometimes
I'd still fuck Karen, when the sight of me sticking it to her
little sister got to be too much; but mostly she did it with
Brad.
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The other days, Chrissie would return the favor by keeping
an eye out for Karen, while Brad laid the pipe in her big sister.
Karen was on the pill by this time, so nobody worried. Even
Chrissie and I didn't worry, as she was only 11 by this time, and
not having periods yet.
Things changed drastically though, once her parents figured
out that I was really coming over to see Chrissie instead of her
older sister. I mean, it was like the roof fell in! Actually,
I'm not sure if it was her parents or mine who figured things
out. They both got together and did their best to separate us
though. I mean, you never heard so many lectures in your life!
Lectures about "propriety" and "sensibility" and "peers" and "too
young" and "what if this?" and "what if that?" until I had it
coming out my ears. Chrissie told me she got the same sort of
lecture from HER parents, as well.
I guess it's a darn good thing our parents didn't know how
far we had REALLY gone, or who knows what they might have done?
In any case, for the next 8 months, our families did their best
keep the two of us apart. My parents kept introducing me to such
"nice" wholesome girls about my own age, hoping I would take a
shine to one of them. I didn't WANT a "nice" girl though. I
wanted a cute little sexy "nasty" girl like Chrissie.
Chrissie felt the same way. She wanted to haul me off into
her bedroom and FUCK, not sit around the house making meally-
mouth with some pimply-faced little kid her own age, who probably
wouldn't know which hole to stick his prick into, if you gave him
an illustrated instruction manual. (Chrissie's words, not mine.
I TOLD you she was kinky.)
Well, as you know by now, it didn't work. The more they
tried to keep us apart, the more Chrissie and I worked to get
together. Living right next door to each other made it almost
impossible for them to succeed; and easier than you might think
for us to get together. For one thing, we rode to school on the
same bus every day, so our parents couldn't have kept us
completely apart, anyway. Then at night, we found more ways to
get together than you would believe. We still fucked every
chance we got, too. Only it was a lot harder to find the
opportunity.
Only by threatening to tell on Karen, if she didn't help us,
did we manage to get in as much sex as we did. From almost every
other day, we barely managed to fuck about once a week, after
that. Of course when we did, we weren't satisfied with just one
fuck. I usually managed to leave two or even three big sticky
loads of baby-juice in Chrissie's tight little tummy every time.
Sometimes even more. Chrissie would sometimes walk funny,
as she tried to make it back to her house, without my sperm
dribbling down her leg, and letting everyone know what she had
been up to. Twice, she didn't succeed, but thankfully nobody
noticed. That is, until Chrissie's pants got tight.
No, we weren't ignorant. We both knew the risk we were
taking, once Chrissie started having her periods. It's just that
we couldn't stop. I mean, we didn't DARE try to get her on the
pill, and the thought of MY parents finding a supply of condoms
in my bedroom, was enough to give BOTH of us the shudders.
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Twice, Karen's boyfriend Brad managed to get us a 6-pack of
condoms, but they didn't last a week. (Brad and I are STILL good
friends, even now, years later.) The other option: stopping,
just wasn't one of the possibilities. Chrissie and I both felt
that getting caught, or even getting pregnant and getting caught,
was better than giving each other up. By that time, we were so
close you couldn't have pried us apart with a knife.
Well, as I mentioned at the beginning, Chrissie finally
caught. It was two months later before we were sure, and a month
after that, before we confessed. We didn't know what else to do.
I mean, Chrissie was going to need proper care pretty soon, and
we both didn't want to take a chance on our baby.
Once we knew she was pregnant, it seemed like our whole
world shifted its priorities. No longer was the most important
thing in the world staying together. Not that we were any LESS
adamant about wanting to be together; it's just that it was even
MORE important that our kid would be OK.
Surprisingly, things didn't turn out as bad as you might
figure. Once they got over being hurt and mad at us for sneaking
around, our parents found themselves with two choices. Either
prosecute me for statutory rape, or marry the two of us off. It
wasn't really a decision. Especially, when they saw how the two
of us felt about each other and the baby.
Even Karen came out in the open and supported us, and my big
brother as well. Heck, I hadn't even realized that Mike LIKED
me, up until then. We had always fought over so many things in
the past. (Mike told me later, that he just couldn't stand to
see me get railroaded for doing the right thing, and not
abandoning the girl I loved, when the going got tough. After all
these years, I'm finally beginning to like the guy.)
As I said, it wasn't really a decision. We were married two
weeks later. It took that long, to get the dress, mail
invitations, and rent the hall. Otherwise, If Momma had her way,
we would have been married the next day.
For about a year we lived in my parent's house, while Daddy
worked to get us a place of our own. You wouldn't believe how
awkward it is, to live in the same house with your parents, while
you are fucking the little girl next door, and they know about
it. Even if you ARE married.
Of course, it was awkward for Momma and Daddy too; so they
worked a lot harder to set us up in our own place, than they
might have otherwise.
Once Brian was born, it got even worse. Chrissie was put on
the pill though; so we didn't have to worry about THAT for a
while.
We were both so relieved to get our own house. We would
have been happy to live in a tent, if that would get us some
privacy. Thankfully, Daddy did better than that for us. It
wasn't the Taj-Mahal, but it seemed like heaven to two privacy-
starved oversexed teenagers. A kitchen/dining-room/living-room,
bathroom, with a real tub, and two dinky bedrooms, in a cabin by
the lake made for cramped quarters, but it still seemed big to
the two of us.
We settled the baby into the second bedroom, and started
work on making siblings for him.
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It was at this point, that we first started the joke.
Yes, joke! Don't you remember? I told you at the
beginning: This whole story was about a joke that has gotten out
of hand. Everything up to now, has just been preamble, so you
could understand how the joke got started. Got it? OK. I'll
continue.
As I said, it was at this point that we first started the
joke. We had just decided that we were going to have to get a
new bed, for the other bedroom, for Brian to sleep in, once the
new baby was born. At the time, as nearly as I can remember, we
were discussing what type of bed we should get.
"Well," said Chrissie, "if it's a boy, maybe we could get
bunk-beds. They'd stack against the wall, and give each kid
their own bed, without taking up too much space. I don't know
WHAT we'll do, if it's a girl."
It was about that time, that I had a flash of brilliance.
It was such a cute sexy, funny idea, that I just couldn't resist.
"Well in THAT case," I said, struggling mightily, and barely
succeeding in keeping a calm voice, and a straight face, "there's
no problem."
"Huh?" said Chrissie. I love it, when my beautiful wife
plays the "straight-man." Usually, she's so smart, she manages
to get ME, on the punch-line. That day, I had her!
"Well," I repeated, "if it's a boy, we'll get bunk beds. If
it's a girl, then it's even easier. Well just let them sleep in
the same bed."
Chrissie looked at me with her mouth open for a minute, then
chuckled. "You nut!" she said, "You can't be serious."
I just grinned at her, so she hit me with a pillow.
That night, Chrissie was almost insatiable in bed. She's
always so sexy, when she's pregnant, not to mention beautiful;
but that night was different. She twitted me several times that
night about "having our son sleep with his little sister." Each
time she did though, she seemed to get hotter and hotter. It's a
wonder the bed didn't melt.
The next day, she told me, that we'd just have to wait until
the baby was born, so we'd know which kind of bed to buy. In any
case, it wouldn't hurt to let both kids sleep in the crib, until
we got the bed. Brian was barely old enough anyway, to sleep in
a bed. Now Chrissie was teasing ME!
I went along with the gag. We both thought it was so funny;
but I don't think either of us was really serious. Of course,
neither of us wanted to back down either. For the next month, we
talked and joked about what style of bunk-beds we'd get if we had
two boys, and what kind of bed we'd get for Brian to share with
his little sister if he had one.
Well, at least I was joking. Thinking about it now, I'm not
so sure if Chrissie was joking or not! I remember saying to her,
"That what would be BEST, was if we had two little boys first;
THEN had two little girls. That way, we'd get by with just the
bunk-beds for all four of them; as each boy could sleep with a
little sister."
Chrissie almost knocked me down with a pillow, but she was
grinning as broadly as I was. For sure the idea didn't turn her
off, as she almost fucked me ragged that night.
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About a month after she got home from the hospital, we went
shopping for a bed for Brian. By unspoken agreement we first
looked at bunk-beds, then bought a full-sized bed for him to
sleep in.
"After all," said Chrissie, as we drove home, "Sharon's
going to need a room of her own, anyway."
For almost a month, Brian shared the crib with his little
sister anyway, until the new bed arrived. When we first put him
in his own bed his little sister cried, because she was used to
feeling her brother's body next to hers.
Chrissie and I finally put the two kids back together in the
crib, just to allow everyone to get some sleep. "After all," we
both said guiltily, "it's not as though we were really PLANNING
on having the two kids sleep together permanently. It's just for
now."
Now dragged on and on. When Chrissie came home from the
hospital with Jennifer (Jenny), the crib was certainly not big
enough for all three kids, so we had to decide what to do. We
couldn't afford to add onto the house yet, so somebody had to
move. We finally decided to let Sharon go on sleeping with her
older brother, "Just for now."
A year later, Jenny joined Brian and Sharon, as Diane took
over the crib. I mean, we didn't have any place else to put her,
except in our own bed. We planned on giving our kids a sex
education; but that would have been pushing it a bit; don't you
think?
After Diane, Chrissie went back on the pill. If we couldn't
afford to add onto the house, we certainly couldn't afford any
more kids. Besides, we both figured that with four lovely kids,
we might be pushing our luck, if we went for five.
A year and a half later, Diane joined her two sisters in bed
with their brother. We sold the crib, as it took up too much
room. That gave us just barely enough space for another dresser.
With 4 kids all sharing the same bedroom, we needed it.
Chrissie and I both looked at each other guiltily, when we
took down the crib without even finding another bed for Brian.
"After all," we said, "it's just for a year or two, until we get
our new place."
By then, we had decided NOT to add onto the cabin, but to
build a home of our own, on the same land. It was nice and
private, with no nosy neighbors, and lots of space for a much
better home than the barely four-room cabin. I was starting to
finally earn a decent wage, and we figured that it was worth the
wait.
The plans called for 6 bedrooms, four baths, kitchen, REAL
dining-room, living-room, den, washroom, family-room, double-
garage, and even a cupola-styled attic room, that I insisted on
for a view of the lake. Chrissie asked me what the extra big
bedroom was for, with the kingsize bed in it, at the end of the
hall where the children's bedrooms were.
I grinned at her. "If the kids want to continue sleeping
together," I replied jokingly, "then a little double-bed just
isn't big enough, is it?"
My wife stared at me. "You're not serious?" she asked.
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"Well," I answered, "it's really a guest bedroom, for either
of our parents when they stay over. but if the kids want to use
it for that. . ."
Chrissie stared at me, then giggled, "I guess if they want
to, we can't really keep them from sleeping together anyway,
huh?"
So, we left it up to the kids. When we moved in, we told
them that they all now had their own rooms, and their own beds,
if they wanted them, but if they preferred, they could still all
sleep together in the big bed down at the end of the hall. It's
just that if they DID, they mustn't tell anybody, as some people
didn't understand about brothers and sisters sleeping in the same
bed.
We shouldn't have given them the option. I mean, that was
when things first really started to get out of hand. We had one
chance to correct things, and we blew it. In the next 5 years, I
don't think any of the kids' beds got more than a night or two's
use each year. Then it was only when guests were over to visit
the girls, or one of the kids was sick or something.
Except for when one of the kids wanted to take a private
nap, they all slept together in that big kingsize bed. Each
one's own room, was where they lived, but the big bedroom was
where they all slept.
It was shortly after we first moved, when Brian was about 5
and 1/2, Sharon was 4, Jenny was 3, and Diane was 2, that we
decided we'd better teach the kids about sex, before some pervert
took advantage of them. (As if we weren't perverted enough.)
We got a big picture-book, that showed what little girls and
boys looked like and what mommies and daddies looked like too.
Of course, this wasn't all that new to any of the kids, as they
all slept naked together anyway. (All except Diane, anyway. She
still used a diaper, but only at night.)
We showed the kids how their sexual organs were different,
and why, and how sometimes a man would get stiff so that he could
put it inside a woman to make a baby. They all asked questions,
which we tried to field. Some of them were really wild, like:
"When your sperm comes out Daddy, what does it look like?"
"Isn't that messy, if you squirt that white-stuff in Mommy?"
"When will I be able to squirt that white-stuff?"
"Is Momma going to have a baby, if you put your thing inside
her?"
"Can we watch you make a baby in Momma, Daddy?"
"Yeah Momma, can we watch?"
"Daddy, when are you going to stick your 'thing' in ME, so I
can have a baby?"
That last question, shut the whole show down. Up to then,
Chrissie and I had been toying with the idea of maybe actually
DOING it and letting the kids see what sex was really about, by
acting out the old joke about the sophisticated parents who asked
their boy what he wanted for Christmas. Well, the kid said, "I
wanta watch." So, they let him.
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Well, somewhat embarrassing as the idea of performing sex in
front of your own children was, it was kind of a turn-on too.
But there was NO WAY I was going to fuck my own 3-year-old little
girl, or even let her think I even wanted to. Or even her big
sister, for that matter. We hurriedly explained that they were
all much too young to have babies yet, and besides, they really
wouldn't be ready for sex, for several more years yet.
We explained to the kids, that even we didn't have sex, just
to have babies though. While we felt we had enough children, we
still enjoyed making love together, and that they would find out
why people liked to have sex so much when they were a bit older.
Well, not so much older, as you might think.
That night, while my wife and I were tearing off still
another frantic "piece", as the stimulation of teaching our own
kids about sex made us reach even greater heights of horniness
than usual, we were interrupted.
I was just in the process of squirting my sexy wife's cute
little belly full of another heavy load of baby-juice. Chrissie
had gotten me all excited by whispering in my ear, "Daddy, when
are you going to stick your 'thing' in ME, so I can have a baby?"
It seems the thought of me "sticking it to" my own
3-year-old little girl had gotten Chrissie so excited, she wanted
to keep on acting out the fantasy over and over. I would remind
her that I was WAY too big for such a little girl and besides;
you weren't supposed to fuck your own kids.
Chrissie would just moan, and say, "I know. But think how
tight she would be inside." This would get me to blow another
wad, and then Chrissie would start all over again. I was just in
the process of squirting my third load of the evening in
Chrissie; this time actually acting out the fantasy of squirting
my sperm in my own daughter's tight little tummy; when we became
aware that one of the objects of our fantasy was watching our
every move.
Brian and Sharon had come into the bedroom so quietly (or
maybe we were making so much noise) that we hadn't heard them
come in. Luckily, I had just managed to get off; moaning
something like, "Oh honey, Daddy's making a baby in his little
girl!" when we became aware of our audience.
Neither child seemed to be shocked at the idea of their
father pretending he was fucking one of his own daughters.
Possibly, that was because they were too wrapped up in their own
worries at the moment, but I don't think so.
It took both Chrissie and I a moment to recover, before we
asked Brian and Sharon what they were doing in our room. Always
before, when we had sex, the children had left us discretely
alone. We had made it clear, that when the door was closed, we
didn't want to be disturbed.
It turned out, that Brian was worried about his little
sister. He was afraid he had hurt her pretty bad. THAT got our
attention! I mean, our children rarely if ever fought, and then
only childish spats. That her big brother might have actually
HURT his little sister in a fight, was almost unbelievable.
Well, as you've probably guessed, it wasn't a fight.
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Chrissie almost burst into giggles, when she found out that
Sharon was just dripping a little blood from her vagina, while
Brian had a red-ring around the base of his cock. My wife
managed to stifle her giggles down to hiccups, and I managed
somehow to suppress a big grin, when I realized my 5-year-old
son, had just taken his little sister's virginity.
We managed to get the two kids calmed down, and explained to
them that this always happened the first time a girl had sex. We
also told them that they were both a little young yet to do this
anyway, but the damage was already done.
After we got both kids cleaned up, and made sure that Sharon
had stopped bleeding, my wife and I went back to bed, and tore
off still another piece. God! Just 5 years old, and getting
your 4-year-old little sister's virginity!
After that first night, we figured the kids had learned
their lessons, because we never heard another squawk from any of
them. We learned a few years later, that they had learned their
lessons all right. That same night, after learning that it was
normal for a girl to bleed the first time, but it was necessary
to do it, if you were going to start having sex, the older boy
had taken all THREE of his little sister's virginities. Yes,
even his 2-year-old little sister Diane's. Afterwards, all three
of the other kids would clean each other up.
From then on, Brian must have fucked each of his little
sister's at least once a week, and was probably fucking them once
a day, by the time we found out. Of course, it was much too late
by then, for us to do anything about it.
I think Chrissie was more disappointed that she didn't get
to see her son fuck his little sisters for the first time, than
she was annoyed at them for sneaking around and doing it behind
our backs like that. By that time, Brian was 10, and had been
fucking all three of his little sisters for almost 5 years.
There was no way we were going to get them to stop, and we didn't
even try.
"Besides," Chrissie pointed out to me, "isn't that what we
wanted anyway? I mean, putting all three girls in bed with their
big brother, what did we expect?"
I replied that, "I had expected they might do something like
that, but when they were older. Still, as long as nobody got
hurt, and no one outside the family found out, why not?"
After that, we no longer closed our door, when we were
fucking, and every once in a while would find one or more of the
kids watching us. Sometimes, we would even finish up, and find
Brian casually fucking one of his little sisters, while they both
watched. He still didn't cum yet, but both kids seemed to enjoy
it anyway. Even little Diane seemed to like the feel of her big
brother's cock slipping in and out of her tight little hole.
Once in a while, we would turn the tables, and sneak down to
the children's bedroom, where WE would watch Brian fuck one or
another of his sisters, before going to bed. The two girls he
was NOT fucking at the time, always seemed to watch impatiently
for their turn, but the kids must have worked out some kind of
schedule, because there were never any arguments over whose
"turn" it was.
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Every time we watched, Chrissie and I would get so excited
we would go back to our room and fuck like bunnies for an hour or
two.
For some reason, we never did it together with the kids. I
guess we were just shy or something. Sometimes they would watch
us, and sometimes we would watch them, but we never did it at the
same time, in the same room. The nearest we ever came, is when
Brian would fuck one of his little sisters while they both
watched us from the doorway. This continued for two more years,
until we had our first reminder that it couldn't continue this
way forever.
It was kind of like the day that Sharon lost her virginity.
Only the two worried kids standing beside our bed THIS time were
old enough to actually look sexy. At ten and a half years old,
Sharon looked like the epitome of a little girl who needed lots
of baby-juice squirted up in her tight little hole, and Brian
looked like just the big brother to give it to her.
"Now stop it, you dirty old man," I told myself, "neither
one of them is old enough for that yet." I was wrong, of course.
It turned out that THIS time the two kids were worried about
Brian. They were afraid he might have caught some horrible
disease or something, as "A white puss-like stuff" had come out
of the older boy's prick, while he was fucking Diane. They both
wondered if Brian would have to go to the doctor, and maybe them
too. It seems they had learned PART of their sex-education
course anyway. I could barely hold back the giggles, when I
realized that my 12 year old son had just "cum" inside his
8-year-old sister.
It was Chrissie, who got the nasty idea of teaching the kids
that they mustn't "waste" their brother's sperm, and mustn't let
it get on the bed either. I couldn't believe the cock-and-bull
story Chrissie told the kids, to make sure that each time Brian
squirted his cum, the other two sisters would clean up both
Brian, and the other sister up, by licking the sperm off Brian,
and out of their sister's hole. What's more, I can't believe the
kids fell for it.
Well, maybe they didn't. Maybe they just thought it was a
sexy idea, just like we did. Anyway, we never did have to clean
up cum-stains off the sheets, like most parents had to when they
have teenaged boys in the house. His little sisters must have
swallowed every drop that didn't go up their tight little
snatches.
Two years later, we came face to face with the decision that
had been approaching, ever since the first time we had moved
Sharon from the crib into her big brother's bed. Sharon got her
first period. Chrissie and I agonized over this one.
On the one hand, we figured the little girl would NOT stop
fucking her older brother. Conversations with all the kids had
made it plain that they were as determined as we had been when we
were kids, to keep on having sex with the person THEY wanted to
have sex with.
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On the other hand, at only 11 years old, (well, almost 12)
we all knew that Sharon was much too young to have a baby. We
were also afraid to put her on the pill, as we figured that
taking hormones that strong at her age might have adverse effects
on the little girl.
We finally decided to just hold our breaths, and hope. Most
girls didn't get pregnant until they were at least 14, and
usually about 15 or 16. With luck, Sharon would have passed
menarche, and her body developed into womanhood without her
getting pregnant. We figured that by the time she was 16, she
would have developed breasts, hair on her pussy, and be a full-
fledged woman, so we could put her on the pill without worrying
about stunting her proper development.
For two years, this optimism seemed to be justified.
About six months later, Jennifer joined her older sister in
the ritual that separates girls from women. Now we had TWO
little girls to worry about.
Sharon took her time developing. Finally, breasts started
to appear on her once flat little chest, and a fine bush began to
darken the bare little cunny, that looked so sexy stretched
around her big brother's thick cock.
We were just about to set up an appointment, for Sharon to
get her first prescription of the pill, as we figured the
15-year-old girl was now developed enough that her body wouldn't
be damaged by taking the pill, when the roof fell in.
Jenny came into our room one morning, complaining that she
was sick. Two hours later, Sharon said she was sick also. Even
Diane didn't look so hot. Figuring we had either a case of food-
poisoning, or a bad case of the flu; Chrissie rushed all three
kids down to the clinic for checkups.
You guessed it. All THREE kids were pregnant. Yes, even
little Diane, at only 11 years old (OK, almost 12.) Brian must
have knocked up all three of his little sisters, on almost the
same day.
Luckily, all three kids had sense enough to keep their
mouths shut, as we had already discussed what we should do, if
any of them showed up pregnant, many times before. We weren't
caught unprepared, because we always knew that one of the kids
might "catch", no matter how young they were.
Still, all three at the same time? That must have been some
orgy the teenager had with his little sisters that day. Of
course, when we discussed it with them, it seems that EVERY day
was an orgy like that with the kids.
You'd think that having made ONE mistake, that we would
learn. HA!
Have you ever cared for THREE pregnant little girls? Don't!
You'll wear yourself out. Still, I wouldn't have missed seeing
it for the world. All the kids looked so cute, when their
bellies started to get big, especially little Diane. She still
didn't have any breasts, and her cunny was as bare and dimpled as
any 10-year-old's. The little girl looked like some dirty old
man's fantasy of a 10-year-old girl, knocked up by her own
father. Only it was her big brother that did it.
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Once we had a house full of crying babies, you'd think that
the girls would have some sense, and let us put them on the pill,
or at least use a diaphragm, or something. No way. Sharon put
her foot down, and said she wanted her little girl to have a
brother to sleep with, just like she had. (Oh boy! I KNEW we
had made a mistake back then, letting the kids sleep together.)
Once they saw their older sister decide to have another
baby, the two younger ones decided they weren't going to stop at
one either. It's a good thing I make a lot of money now, or
having all these babies in the house would bankrupt me.
Still, both Chrissie and I still love babies as much as
ever. In fact, lately she's been suggesting that maybe she
should have one or two more of her own, before she gets too old.
She's still only 40 years old, and older women than that have
babies. I don't know. Of course, Chrissie has ways of getting
her own way.
It's been almost 11 years, since that first time we found
ourselves with a houseful of little girls with big bellies. We
were just beginning to heave a sigh of relief, as each of the
kids decided to stop at four babies apiece: heavily weighted as
to sex though, with nine girls, and only 3 boys. All the boys
except one, being the youngest of their siblings. Just the
reverse of the order of their parents.
Because the boys were too young to have sex, the girls are
all virgins, except one. Their father is much too big now, to
fit his cock inside his little girls, much bigger than even me,
as I have a fairly normal sized cock, while all the stimulation
of fucking his own sisters since he was five, seems to have given
Brian a cock that would make a horse proud. All his little
sisters seem to love it though.
Chrissie and I were just beginning to feel relieved, that
our daughters had finally decided they had enough kids, when our
anniversary party came along.
Twenty-five years goes by so fast. Our silver anniversary,
and we weren't even 40 years old yet. Well, Chrissie wasn't. I
passed the big Four-Oh, a couple of years before. Still, we
don't feel all THAT old yet. It's a good thing too!
Our kids held a big public anniversary party on Saturday,
even though it was the day before our actual anniversary, as that
was the day they could rent the hall. More people showed up,
than we remembered knowing. It was a blast. We finally said,
"Good night," to the last guest about two hours after midnight.
Thankfully, the next day was Sunday, so we figured we could
sleep in. HA!
It seems, our kids had planned their own "private" little
anniversary party for us, when we were all alone. Chrissie and I
were just opening our eyes, about 10 o'clock the next morning,
when the whole family came trooping into our bedroom, naked as
the day they were all born. Before we knew what was happening,
our bed was covered with squirming sexy young bodies, the covers
had been ripped off, and Chrissie and I were each being serviced
like a sultan in his harem.
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Before I could even object, (not that I'm sure I would have,
mind you) I had two lovely nubile young daughters, one in each
arm, while a warm wet something or other was sliding up and down
on my suddenly erect cock.
I figured it must have been one of my granddaughters,
because I had two daughters kissing me madly, and I could see the
third one taking similar care of my wife, along with her big
brother. I managed to pull my mouth away from Diane's sucking
tongue long enough to look down between my legs.
It was Tommy! My grandson pulled his mouth of my engorged
cock to say, "Hi Grandpa, did I do it right?" before being
replaced by his older sister. The kids were all taking turns at
sucking my cock, including the boys!
Sharon got my attention again. "Let the kids have their
fun, Pops," she said. "Now kiss me, like we should have been
doing all these years!"
OH, was that sweet! I had always secretly lusted after my
little girls, ever since I found out that their big brother was
boffing them every night. Chrissie and I often played a fantasy,
where she was one of my daughters, and I was getting the little
girl pregnant, "Like a father should," as Chrissie would say.
Now to have the real thing in my arms, kissing me like a porno-
star while my cock was being serviced expertly by my own
grandchildren, (And sometimes, NOT so expertly. I felt a little
nip of teeth, then a quick "Sorry Grandpa" before the tiny mouth
was replaced by a more experienced one.)
"I'm going to cum," I groaned.
"It's OK, Grandpa, we don't mind," came a giggle. I looked
between my legs; to see three tousle-headed little girls sharing
my prick. Each one would swallow as much as she could, before
passing me to her sister for the next stroke.
The stimulation was too much. "Oh. . . I. . ." I groaned.
I was going to do it. I was going t squirt my seed right down my
own granddaughter's sucking little throat.
"Don't you DARE!" hissed Diane, in my ear.
I was so surprised, that I almost lost my erection. Almost.
The three little girls were too good for that to happen. I
wondered what was bothering my Diane. She obviously didn't mind
her daughters sucking me off, so why should she mind if I came in
the little girls' mouths. The older girl made that clear.
"I get him first!" she exclaimed. "I've been waiting too
many years, to get this inside me, to let it go to waste now,"
she told me firmly. With this, my daughter shifted her body over
on top of mine, while her older sister moved over to make room.
Three eager little hands combined to try and stuff my engorged
cock into their mother's creaming little slit.
They succeeded. As I felt my youngest daughter's tight
little hole slide down my swollen cock, I finally found out what
I had been missing all these years. God did that feel good.
"Now fuck me Daddy, and cum in me," she told me. "I want to
feel my handsome father making a baby in my tummy, like he should
have done years ago."
"Yeah, Grandpa," echoed a string of little children's
voices, as they all watched their mother fucking her own father,
"knock Momma up like she wants you to."
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"Please Grandpa?" pleaded a little-girl voice. "I want a
little sister to play with too." It was too much. I let my
little girl have it. If my whole family wanted me to impregnate
my own daughter, a fantasy I had for years, then I wasn't going
to let them down. I felt a bulge ripple through the tube on the
underside of my prick, and then I knew I was doing it. I was
squirting my sperm in my own daughter's womb, while the 22 year
old woman did everything a girl can do to get her father to
reproduce inside her.
Squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous sperm went
into my daughter's still tight little belly, as she worked like a
harlot to extract every drop.
As we slowed up, the stimulation still continued though. I
looked down, and saw that the three little girls had been joined
by their brother, and all four kids were taking turns licking at
the juncture of their mother's crotch, and my penis; cleaning up
each drop of sperm, as it leaked out.
Diane finally rolled off me, and collapsed.
"I got it!" yelled Tommy, as he popped my cum-dribbling
prick in his little mouth, and began cleaning it off with his
tongue. His older sister was doing something similar to his
mother.
"Hey! Don't be so greedy," came a squeaky little-girl
voice, "I want some too!"
Reluctantly, Tommy shared my cock with his sister, while
their siblings similarly worked on their mother. By the time
they finished, my cock was once more erect, and threatening to
give them both a taste direct from the source. Only this time,
it was Sharon who objected, and HER kids who took over the
"bottom-end" job.
Sharon was smart. She had figured that her horny little
sister wouldn't last long, and would just "take the edge off" of
my erection. That way, she could get the long sexy screw that
she had been dreaming about, for all these years.
She was right. After blowing my wad in her kid sister,
Sharon and I were able to fuck for almost 15 minutes, before I
filled her belly so full of thick sticky sperm that it's a wonder
she didn't have triplets.
Both Sharon and Diane were satisfied. Diane had "beaten"
her older sister to me, like she had always dreamed of doing,
while Sharon had gotten to enjoy three body wrenching, shuddering
orgasms with my prick inside her, like SHE had always dreamed of
doing, on her first time with me. It's a shame, that the kids
didn't make their wishes know sooner though. Who knows how many
kids we might have been able to have together by now?
What am I saying?! That's the whole trouble we're in NOW!
I mean, things are far enough out of hand already.
As you might guess, Jennifer wanted me to fuck her too. Not
only THAT, but my own son as well. Well, I didn't exactly FUCK
Brian, but he actually sucked me off, the way his own son almost
had earlier. And you know what? I sucked him off as well.
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I mean, I had never even THOUGHT of myself having homosexual
inclinations, but when Brian came over and started sucking me
off, it seemed almost like the most normal thing in the world to
reciprocate by taking his sperm-covered cock (which was dangling
right by my face) and clean it off for him, like he was doing for
me.
Besides, all of my daughters, and even my own wife seemed to
expect it of me. None of THEM had any hangups about sucking a
man (or woman, for that matter) off, and they had made sure that
none of their children did either. I couldn't disappoint my own
family by being a prude. Surprisingly, (To me, that is. None of
the rest of them would have been surprised.) it wasn't all that
bad. The big sticky mess on my son's prick actually tasted good,
once I recognized the taste of Chrissie.
I realized that Brian must have left a very good helping of
incestuous sperm inside his mother, as I tasted both Chrissie's
distinctive flavor, and the thicker, somewhat cloying taste of my
son's semen mixed in. I wondered how Chrissie had enjoyed being
fucked by her own little boy. I hoped she had enjoyed it as much
as I had enjoyed squirting my sperm in my own sexy little
daughters.
Brian came before I did. I recognized the symptoms, as he
began thrusting harder and harder. Temporarily, I ignored the
need rising in my own crotch, as I threw everything I knew into
bringing my little boy off.
Did I say "little" boy? I take that back. My son is NOT
little. I could barely get my jaws open around my son's thick
prick, and I wondered how his sisters had managed to take him all
these years. Over nine inches of thick FAT cock meat was trying
to force its way into my mouth, as his thrusts became almost
frantic. To either side, I could see at least one daughter,
ready and willing to take over, if I couldn't handle it.
No way, was I going to let my family down though. Steeling
myself, I pushed my tongue forward in my mouth, to allow more
room in the back. Then, like a sword-swallower, I forced myself
to take more and more of the boy's cock inside my mouth, and down
my throat. My air cut off, and I couldn't breathe, but I wasn't
going to cheat my son. Grabbing his firm ass-cheeks I impaled
myself on his member, until it was halfway down to my stomach,
and my nose was buried in the sack of his testicles, while my
tongue was licking his pubic hair at the base of his flat hard
stomach.
I held it there, for a second or so, allowing him to feel
his father's throat milking his prick then I began jacking my son
off into my throat, by working an inch on and off at a time. All
this time, I couldn't breathe.
No, I wasn't holding my breath. It's just that my son's
cock was so far down my throat, that I COULDN'T breathe. Never
mind. If I died, at least I would die happy, having finally
spent my seed in each of my little girls, like I had dreamed of
for so many years.
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If I had to choke myself to death on my own son's prick, to
show him how much I appreciated his sharing his little sisters
with me, then it would be worth it. My mind was growing fuzzy,
and things had just started to go black, when I felt a bulge
ripple through my son's cock, and a thick sticky squirt of semen
pumped down my throat.
I was vaguely aware that I was spewing cum down Brian's
throat, as my son duplicated my feat at the other end of my body.
Feeling Brian cum, must have stimulated me enough to do the same
thing. Or perhaps, it was just the reflex of a dying body. My
whole world went black, and that was all I remembered.
It must have been an hour later, when I came around. The
paramedics had already left, and I was covered up in our bed
again. Once she knew I was going to be OK, Chrissie had refused
to let me be taken to the hospital, fearing someone might find
out the REAL reason I had been choking to death.
The whole family looked as if they had been crying, and my
wife gave me a scolding that I would never forget. "If you EVER
do that again," she started, then buried her head in my chest.
"I can't afford to lose you," she finally sobbed. "Do you know
how Brian must feel, thinking he'd killed you? Next time, wave
your arms, or pull off or something. For heaven's sake! OK?"
I was so pleased that there was going to BE a "next time"
that I would have agreed to anything Chrissie asked. Not that
I've ever refused her anything anyway, not since she was 10 years
old, and asked me to show her what it felt like to fuck, like I
was doing to her big sister.
That afternoon, the kids all explained to me how they had
set me up. They told me how they wanted to get me something
extra-special for our silver anniversary, but Chrissie and I
already had just about everything we ever wanted. If we didn't
already have it, the it was probably WAY beyond the budget of
even the four adults working together.
Well, actually three. One of the girls usually didn't work,
and took care of the babies, while the other three did their best
to support the family. Sometimes it was one of the girls, and
sometimes the other. Once in a while even Brian would take a
week or two off from work, for his turn.
Chrissie had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, when
she mumbled under her breath, "It's too bad you can't give him
what he REALLY wants."
Diane has VERY sharp ears, and she bugged her mother until
Chrissie finally told her that what I probably wanted most in the
world, was to join in on the fun all the kids were having. She
even told them about my fantasies of knocking up my own kids,
like their big brother had.
Chrissie told me that the kids all stared at her in
amazement. No, not in shock at my wanting to do such a perverted
thing, but in astonishment that I had kept it hidden from them
all these years.
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After that, the party plans just fell right into place.
Sharon, Diane, and Jennifer had all gone off the pill, while my
son stopped fucking them, and started fucking Chrissie, so that
any children his sisters had would most likely be mine, not his.
In the meantime, Chrissie had gone off the pill as well, figuring
that if I could get my own daughters pregnant, it was only fair
that she got to enjoy motherhood with her own son as well, before
she got too old. Chrissie looked at me a little worriedly, at
this point, as she wasn't sure how I would take it.
What could I say? If my wife is generous enough to let me
father THREE children, on my own daughters, how could I
reasonably object if she wanted a little "fling" herself, with
her own son? Well, SOME people might be jealous, even so. But
those are the people who look on their wives as their
possessions, not someone they love. I love my wife.
Later that evening, we were all lying around in the
children's BIG bedroom, (They now had TWO kingsize beds made up
as one. Jennifer stitched the sheets, blankets, and mattress-
covers together, until it made up as one big bed.) where we were
all snuggling up together as one big happy incestuous family. I
was enjoying the feel of my lovely daughter's bodies next to
mine, when a warm wet something surrounded my cock. Diane
grinned, when she saw who had distracted me. It was her 10-year
old daughter Melissa, sucking on me as if it was the most fun she
ever had.
Two more of my grandchildren were watching her somewhat
enviously, as if they were sorry they hadn't thought of it first.
I looked over, and saw my son and his mother similarly
surrounded, as a granddaughter worked on each of them, while the
rest of the kids looked on, and waited for their turns.
Well, if it didn't bother my daughter to have her little
girl suck her own grandfather's cock, who was I to object? I
went back to kissing Diane, trying to make up for all those lost
years, when we could have been making out every day.
Diane was on top of me, kissing like a harlot, when I felt
the first mouth replaced by another. Vaguely, I wondered which
one of my granddaughters it was THIS time, (or possibly
grandsons) when I realized that this was different. A tight ring
surrounded the tip of my prick, before sliding down behind the
head in an almost unbelievably tight grip. I pulled my head away
from Diane, to look into her daughter's eyes.
"Hi Grandpa," said the little girl, forcing another inch of
my swollen prick up inside her tight little hole. "OOoooh. You
don't mind; do you Grandpa? Daddy's too big to fuck, and Momma
said I could fuck you, if you didn't mind."
The little 10-year-old's tight little slit was stretched
obscenely around my swollen prick, which throbbed with need,
threatening to fill the little girl's tight little cunny full of
baby-making sperm, before she even got it all the way inside
herself.
"Oh why don't you let her, Daddy," said Diane. "The little
shit always gets so horny, in the week before her period."
Oh shit! My daughter was actually encouraging me to fuck
her little girl, right at the time when the child was most likely
to conceive!
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With no breasts to speak-of, and a bare little cunny that
was barely even a hole in the space between her legs, I hadn't
even imagined that the little girl COULD be having periods yet,
let alone be having them often enough for her mother to notice
that the child was "hornier" when her egg dropped.
The thought that I might be getting the little girl
pregnant, like I had so often dreamed of doing to her mother and
aunts, when they were the same age, was too much. I pushed up;
already spewing thick stick cum in the little girl at the same
moment she pushed down. There was an incredibly tight tearing
sensation. Melissa said, "Ow!" and suddenly 3/4 of my cock had
vanished into the little girl's belly; as I sent squirt after
squirt of thick sticky cum into the little girl's welcoming young
womb.
A slight trickle of red, followed shortly by a much bigger
trickle of white leaking from the little girl's hole, attested to
the fact that I had not only just taken my own granddaughter's
virginity, but was even then filling the little 10-year-old's
womb with blob after big sticky blob of potent sperm, as I did my
best to impregnate my own daughter's daughter.
As I sent blast after blast of thick white seed into the
little girl, my cock shrunk, and Melissa sank lower and lower,
until finally I was just dribbling little spurts, and my penis
had vanished all the way up inside the kid's tight little hole.
For a minute or two, we just lay there, me on my back, and
Melissa perched on my cock, like it was a saddle. Then the
little girl spoke. "Oh Momma," she said, "it feels so good. I
wish I didn't have to take it out." The little girl sounded so
plaintive, when she said this.
"You don't," informed her mother. "I'm sure your grandfather
won't mind leaving his cock inside you, for as long as you want.
Here, I'll get out of the way." With this, Diane moved over, so
that her daughter could lie down on top of me without getting
off.
"Can I Grandpa?" she asked.
At my nod the little girl said "thanks," put her head on my
chest, and promptly fell asleep!
There I was, with my big thick cock stuck up inside my own
granddaughter's tight little hole, still dribbling thick greasy
sperm inside her, and the kid goes to sleep on me. I guess the
excitement of her first fuck was too much for her. For the next
two hours, I just lay there; cuddling the little girl like I
hadn't done since she was a baby; while her mother and I talked.
About an hour later, my cock unexpectedly revived, and I
sent a second helping of incestuous cum into the little girl,
without even waking her up.
Diane was happy to see me treating her daughter so well. It
was only afterwards, that I realized how much things had REALLY
gotten out of hand when I saw two more little girls waiting for
their turn. NOW do you see what I mean, when I say that things
have gotten out of hand?
Ginny and Marcia may not be old enough to have babies yet,
like their 3/4 sister, but it won't be long. Diane, Sharon,
Jennifer, and yes even Melissa, are probably pregnant already,
and if not, it won't be too long.
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Not to mentions Chrissie. That's FOUR more babies by this
time next year. By then, Ginny and Marcia will probably be
fertile as well. I also remember how each of my kids had
insisted on having at LEAST four kids by her big brother before
they stopped. Chrissie was the same way, with me.
If THAT isn't bad enough, there are SIX more little girls
standing around the bed right now, just waiting and hoping that
THEY will start having periods even sooner than their big sisters
did.
NOW do you see what I mean, when I said things are getting
out of hand? Start adding. Me, Chrissie, our 4 kids, their 12
kids, four more each, by each of the 9 little girls, and four
more by Chrissie as well. By THEN, their little brothers will be
old enough to fuck, and the kids will probably want to start all
over again! Not to mention, wanting to do it with their own
father, like Diane, Sharon and Jennifer are doing.
I'm getting a headache. I think I reached a count of 52
people in this house, and that might be just the start. As I
said, things are really getting out of hand.
Anyone out there got any suggestions?
Maybe I could marry some of them off.
I've talked to the kids, and while they're not enthused
about the idea, are at least willing to see if anybody out there
is interested and interesting. So, how about it?
Are there any single guys out there, who would like to meet
a 10-year-old little girl, who loves to fuck?
Maybe you'll be as lucky as I was with Chrissie.
Or, how about a 22-year-old woman, who's been fucking her
big brother since she was two years old? She's brunette, 5'2,
123lbs, and is 34-26-33.
The girls have all agreed to give any guy who shows up at
least a chance. On the other hand, they all insisted that the
guys would have to agree to fuck each one of them, before going
out with any of them, to allow them to see if it's worth their
while.
There's two other drawbacks:
First, the girl will probably already BE pregnant, or even
have a baby, by the time you read this. Any babies go with the
girl.
The second drawback has to do with the way they were raised.
All the girls will probably be fucking any sons they have, as
soon as the kid is old enough to get an erection. Similarly,
they will expect YOU to fuck any daughters they have, as soon as
the kids are big enough for you to fit your cock inside them. In
any case, the woman will almost certainly expect you to have
fathered at LEAST one, and preferably two or three kids on her
little girl, before she gets out of grade school. I know that
seems like a lot to ask of any man, but I'm desperate.
Doesn't ANYBODY out there even LIKE the idea of fucking
little girls?
Help!
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