His stories mostly involve incest, (family members having sex) pedophilia, (young children having sex) pregnancy (yes, having babies) and quite often several other quirks as well. These stories (with a few notable exceptions) are usually completely consensual (That means that all parties involved want to do whatever they are doing.) and are basically love-stories. Even though most people might consider this 'abuse,' nobody (with the above noted exceptions) gets abused in his stories. If a little girl has sex, (gets fucked) it's because she wants to get fucked, and asks for it. This may be unrealistic; but these are stories, FANTASIES. They are not intended as examples of the real world, or suggestions of things to do.
Frank started out by publishing a complete novel, ('Her Father's Daughter') ostensibly written by a friend ('Tammy') who didn't want to be identified further. He has also published several stories that he claims are his own, besides those of the mysterious Tammy. Once he started publishing, several other people have asked him to publish some of their stories, in the same manner.
"It's *my* turn? Are you sure?"
A chorus of agreements.
"Well, if you say so. That story your father told, will be hard to top, but if you all insist."
"OK. But the story I have to tell involves sex ... LOTS of sex, and ...."
"Mom! We're BIG girls now."
"OK." Sigh. "You girls do grow up so fast. Still, I was a lot younger than you when ... But that's part of my story."
"OK. OK. I'll get to it. Now I want you all to understand this story I'm about to tell is God's own truth. If there's anything that seems a little out-of-order, it's probably because of my poor memory after all these years. I'm telling the story as I remember it, not necessarily exactly as it happened."
|Whispered:| "Why do all really *big* lies start out with the teller saying, 'It's God's own truth?"
"Marie! Who's telling this lie, you or me?"
"Sorry Mom." Giggle.
"I don't really remember the first time I had sex. Mom had me sleeping with my brothers since long before I even remember. Since later-on Mom usually moved the babies out of cribs when they were about three years old, I assume she moved me into the bedroom with Danny, Tim, and Bill when I was about that old myself. I never did ask her.
"I never did have my own bed when sleeping at home. In the bedroom I shared with my three big brothers, there were two 'standard' full-sized beds, and none of them were assigned to any one of us. The first to head for bed would just pick a bed each night, and then the other three would pile in to whatever space was left. Usually the bed and side near the window was preferred ... unless it was in the winter, when the opposite bed and side near the heater was the one wanted.
"Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex with my brothers. It seemed like I was always doing it. From what I gathered later from the boys, I was probably sucking all three of them off from the time I was three years old or even younger; and they were making ME "feel good" by licking me "down there", feeling me up, rubbing my chest and body, and probably poking fingers up my crack too. I certainly don't remember ever having a virginity to lose, let alone any pain or problems losing it.
"One of my earliest memories of anything sexual was lying on some flat surface ... It could have been one of the beds, the couch, or even the kitchen table with something soft on it, while kissing one of the boys (I think it was Bill, but it could have been any one of them.) and feeling his thick finger going in and out of my body while I lifted my bum to get it farther inside me. What was special about that particular moment I guess, was looking up and seeing my mother watching. At first I was a bit scared she might make my brother stop ... but when Momma didn't say anything, I went back to enjoying what we were doing. And that's *all* I remember of that. I'm not sure how old I was then ... It could have been quite a while after I'd already started having sex; but near as I can figure, it was probably when I was about four years old. For sure it wasn't the first time for me, as it seemed so *normal* to be kissing one of my brothers while he finger-fucked me; forcing his thick finger all the way to the hilt in my body while I squirmed and tried to get it even deeper inside me.
"Four years old, and already enjoying what today would be called 'being molested.' Molested or not, I certainly never thought of it that way. 'Molesting', to me, implies forcing unwanted sexual attention on somebody younger than you. For sure it wasn't exactly 'unwanted' sexual attention, as I remember chasing my big brothers around, far more often than they ever came to me.
"Even later, when I was six and past, and we were having regular sexual intercourse several times a day, it was more ME going after one of the boys and trying to get him to pork me than any of them trying to seduce his little sister. I didn't NEED seducing. I was 'ready' almost all the time; and even the few times I wasn't, it was easy for the boys to talk me into helping them get off ... because I knew full well it would be ME begging one of THEM to get me off in an hour or two ... and turn-about *is* fair play.
"Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex. I was probably sucking the boys off (and having THEM suck ME off) since I was about three or so. I'm not sure when we first attempted vaginal intercourse; but I assume the boys had been jacking off in me for months, if not years, before one of them (probably Danny or Bill) got first the head of his prick inside me, and then later the whole thing.
"Whatever. In any case, I'm pretty sure all three boys were not only fucking me like a grownup, but ejaculating sperm all the way up inside my little vagina by the time I was six and Billy was ten. Well ... OK ... Maybe Bill *didn't* actually cum in me until he was 11 or 12 ... but he sure liked porking me at least as much as our big brothers did.
"At that time, I wasn't really aware of 'having sex' as something special. It was just something the boys and I DID every day. I assumed everybody else did the same as I did; waking up next to one of my brothers, sometimes with his prick still inside me from the night before, feeling his prick going in and out of my body, sometimes while lying side-by-side, sometimes with my big brother on top of me, and sometimes with me on top; forcing my brother's penis as deep inside my body as I could get it to go, while shivering and enjoying his prick jerking and squirting inside me. All the while we were making love (and believe it or not, that's what it was) our other two brothers would usually be watching, sometimes patiently, sometimes not, for 'their turn' with their little sister. I *LIKED* being the center of attention. Besides, it felt so good that I never wanted to stop; while the boys usually gave out after about two or three times in the morning.
"During the day (except on Sundays) it was usually harder for us to find time to fuck properly ... not that we all didn't try. Sometimes it was all we could do for just *one* of the boys and me to get together for a quick suck. A bit frustrating for me; but quite a few times I remember us having a quick rendezvous in the shed, bathroom, or even bedroom for a quick feel and then having Danny, Bill, or Tim jerking his cum into my mouth, while I tried not to get it on my dress and make a mess."
"You didn't swallow his ... Ick."
"Have YOU ever tried it?"
"Oh, GROSS, no way!"
"Don't knock it until you have."
"But Mom! All the girls I know spit ... Oops."
"Hmm? So you know several girls who give blow-jobs?"
"Dad! I wasn't supposed to tell.
"How about you girls? Have any of you?"
"I see. And have any of the boys cum in your mouths?"
"Well, like I said, don't knock it until you've tried it."
"But Mom, it tastes like snot!"
"Oh ... you *have* tried it. I suppose you've just spat it out without really tasting it, from what you say." Sigh. "I guess that's what happens when your father and I neglect your sex education. Here I *expected* them to teach you kids about sex in school."
"Mom! They don't teach SEX in school!"
"They don't? Then what was all that hoorah about sex-education in the PTO meeting a year or so ago. Well, never mind. I'm supposed to be telling a story."
"Yeah ... WHAT a story."
"Shuddup, BirdBrain. I wanna' hear what happened next."
"Well, contrary to what YOU kids think, cum doesn't taste all that bad. In fact, it's kinda' good, once you get used to the stickiness of it. In a way, it's kinda' like oatmeal ... not exactly what you'd choose for breakfast, given a choice, but good in a sticky-sweet bland kind of way. I don't remember even thinking about *not* swallowing my brothers' cum, once one of them squirted in my mouth. It would have been like spitting up cereal once you put the spoon in your mouth. I wasn't one to go licking up every stray drop when they squirted it elsewhere; it just seemed natural to swallow it when they ejaculated in my mouth. Some girls, I understand, like the taste of semen so much they go chasing it. 'Cum Guzzlers' or 'Semen Freaks' I think they're called. Ask your father. As I remember, Dan had a girlfriend once ...."
"You're never going to let me forget Shirley, are you."
"Do you WANT to forget Shirley?"
"I thought not."
"Anyway, I remember once, it must have been when I was about seven or maybe a bit older, when Mom barged in on the four of us one morning, when I was doing my best to bring all three boys off at one. Bill was lying on the bed; and I was doing a sit-down rhumba on top of him, while Danny was trying to keep his prick buried in my behind while I squirmed on our little brother. In the meantime I was sucking Tim off in a menage that must have been quite erotic for Momma to see.
"I'm not sure how long she stood there watching; but when I became aware our mother was looking at the four of us making love together, I suddenly began jerking, shaking, and clenching my vagina and ass around the two younger boys as I got off. It was only Tim's prick in my mouth ... and my not wanting to bite it off ... that kept me from wailing and yelling how good it felt.
"I guess that got Danny and Bill off. It took me about another three minutes though to Make Tim squirt in my mouth. I was almost ready to fuck him instead, when I felt him get big and then thick gooey squirts filled my mouth so full it was all I could do to keep up with him by swallowing as fast as I could.
"Once it was over and the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed, with Bill and Danny's sperm leaking in white streams from my slightly sore asshole and overused little cunny, I looked around and Momma was gone. She never said a word about it.
"It couldn't have been much longer after that ... shortly after I turned eight years old, I think ... that I found myself in my mother and father's bed, with Momma reaching down between my legs and directing Daddy's prick up inside my body for the first time, as he snuggled up to me from behind.
"No, I didn't even *think* of objecting. Why should I? If Daddy wanted to use my body to jack-off into, like the boys did every night and several times a day, then why not? *I* certainly didn't mind, as long as Momma didn't either. Even though the boys had pretty well stretched me out (especially Tim) it still was quite a stretch for me to take Daddy's prick inside me. It took Daddy about three slides before we both lubricated enough for him to fit all the way inside me, and then I felt stuffed like a turkey at Thanksgiving. Good-stuffed ... the way you feel so nicely full at Thanksgiving dinner from knowing you et too much, but not wanting to have missed a single bite. That kind of comfortable stuffed feeling, at the same time enjoying family around you who are all feeling just as good and full as you are. It was like that, lying in Daddy's arms, his thick prick buried all the way up in my belly, knowing Momma and Daddy loved me enough to share their love with me in the best way possible ... the way I'd only been allowed to share with the boys up until now.
"I guess Momma and Daddy didn't want to take the chance on hurting me before then. For sure Daddy's prick would probably have split me wide open if I'd tried to fit it inside me earlier. And don't ask me why I never thought of making love to Daddy before that night. I guess it just never occurred to me, just like it doesn't seem to have occurred to either one of you two girls to have sex with Dan, no matter how much you both would have enjoyed making love to your father. Whatever.
"Anyway, it must have been even more exciting for Daddy than it was to me; as it didn't take more than about three slides in and out before Daddy was jerking and squirting his thick heavy cum in my belly; forcing his prick as far up inside me as the two of us working together could get it to go.
"Once Momma saw Daddy had finished jerking his cum in my body and she was sure her husband's seed was safely into her daughter's belly; his sperm oozing into my womb where it belonged, she turned over and went to sleep ... Though how she managed that without at least jacking off herself, I'll never know. A few minutes later Daddy was also snoring; his prick still holding his cum bottled up in my vagina like a cork.
"It took a bit longer for me to fall asleep. After all, it isn't ever night that a girl gets to fuck her own father for the first time; having full vaginal sexual intercourse with first her daddy's prick and then his cum inside her belly. I felt my cunny clamping and squeezing and milking Daddy's prick for each precious drop for almost a half hour, until it stiffened just a bit inside me; making Daddy snuggle up closer and send another wonderful half-inch inside my tummy where it felt like it had belonged forever.
"Two times that night I woke up to feeling Daddy sliding in and out before jerking yet another heavy load of cum inside me. I think maybe he even dumped a load inside me while I was sleeping; but I was so full of prick and sticky goo anyway, that I couldn't be sure. Once, I was fairly sure I saw Momma's eyes watching me as Daddy jerked and squirted yet another thick gob of goo up my tummy, but again I can't be sure.
"In the morning Daddy got on top of me and fucked me 'missionary style' while Momma was in the bathroom taking her morning shower. Momma got back just as Daddy finished; pulling out and leaving me lying there, legs lewdly spread, and thick white gobs of incestuous goo pulsing out of my vagina. For some reason I felt more embarrassed at lying there open like that with my father's gooey seed oozing from between my widespread legs than having Daddy on top of me jerking his sperm into my developing womb while Momma watched her husband breeding their daughter like a dog breeding a bitch that just happens to be one he'd fathered on his own mother. Not, mind you, that I'm suggesting any such relationship between Momma and Daddy. People who raise dogs for puppies often breed mother-to-son or father-to-daughter to help get or keep desired characteristics. Whatever. In any case, it was all I could do to stagger off to the bathroom, wipe up a bit, and then head down the hall to climb in bed with Tim ... just in time to be there when the boys woke up and needed sex with their little sister.
"Somehow that morning seemed extra special; and I kept working on each of my brothers until all three of them couldn't get it up. Mike and Tim managed three times apiece, while Danny somehow squeaked at least four shots of cum into my body. God, was that fun.
"After that, Daddy became just one more of the boys that I fucked. Only every two or three weeks would I end up in bed between my parents like that first time; and then Daddy would usually only fuck me once at night and once in the morning like the boys usually did. But even when I didn't sleep with them, I would usually head down the hall... sometimes after doing the boys, and sometimes before ... climb into bed with my parents and have Daddy stick his prick inside me and then slide in and out until his sperm was squirting in thick white gooey jets into my waiting womb. Then I'd go back down to our bedroom and climb back in bed with the boys who were almost always waiting for me by then ... and we'd then do either seconds or firsts, or sometimes even thirds and fourths until all four of us were satisfied and my body was covered with and soaked inside with what seemed like several cups of family cum. Mike, Tim, and Danny would sometimes rub my body down with the thick gooey stuff squirted on my body and leaking from my cunny (and sometimes my ass too); rubbing it in until my skin glowed and they had once again let me know just how sexy and wonderful they found their little sister, and how much they all appreciated making love with me.
"After that, it was no longer strange to find me in the house, sitting on my father's lap, his prick buried to the hilt in my body, while we both watched television. The boys and I tried this a few times; but it never seemed to work out as well as it did with Daddy. Once this was started, we no longer seemed so shy about having sex around the house; so Momma would often walk in on two, three, four, or sometimes all five of us (Me, Daddy, Tim, Danny, and Bill) making love together or separately. I think I became vaguely aware that sometimes two or three of my brothers (and later even Daddy too) would end up together when I wasn't available; and it was shortly after that, that I found myself making love to Daddy while Momma cooed and encouraged us; feeling up my body just like one of the boys usually did. When Momma stroked and then licked my clit while Daddy was jerking his cum in my belly one day ... Well, it became yet another part of sex to be looked-forward-to. One day I woke up to feeling Momma's tongue tickling my little puss, while her hairy vagina was about six inches away from my face and ... Well, soon my mother was as much a part of my sex life as Daddy or any of the boys.
"No ... Momma never ASKED me to lick her twat ... But with her doing such a good job on mine, how could I resist wanting to make her feel as good as she was making me feel? While I'll never be a lesbian, there's something to be said about making love to your own mother ... and father too.
"I had my first period a few months before my tenth birthday, when I was still nine years old. Momma told me not to worry about it ... That she'd explain later ... and she did.
"About a week after my tenth birthday, and about two after my third period, Momma called the whole family together in the big bedroom where she had me lie on the bed, Daddy get on top of me, and then she showed all of us how babies were made by having Daddy fuck me, cum in me, and ejaculate his sperm in my womb. All the time Daddy was sliding in and out, Momma was telling us about how my body made eggs each month, and if they got fertilized the eggs *might* develop into a baby boy or baby girl that would be part of me and part of whoever it was put his seed in my tummy. Then, when Daddy was cumming inside me, she told us all how Daddy was putting his sperm in my tummy, and how if we were both lucky, I *could* be having my own little brother or sister in about nine months.
"Afterwards, Momma had each one of the boys get on top of me and *try* to get me pregnant, so we all knew what it was like to make a baby. That we had already been trying for months and years, was ignored. This was the first time any of us (except possibly Tim) had known the chance we were taking.
"After that, for almost a month, there was far more frantic sex going on, as all three of my brothers tried desperately to be the first one to father a child on me ... and I worked equally hard with all three of then (and Daddy too) to achieve the same result. Then things calmed down when my periods kept coming around regular as clockwork, and Momma told us that with me having almost continuous sexual intercourse with all four men in the house, my chances were actually *less* than if I was just fucking one of the boys.
"Only ... How could I neglect any of the boys, or even Daddy, no matter how much I was turned-on by the idea of having my own baby. Seeing even one of them with a hard-on meant for me was enough to make my panties all wet. I never could resist one of my brothers (or Daddy either) when I knew I was turning one of them on.
"Fun as it was fucking the boys two or three times a day, apiece, and sometimes four or five times if I could talk them into it (I got pretty good at talking Danny and Tim into screwing me in the afternoons, let alone at night after we all went to bed.) it's nothing like fucking Daddy. There's something about having your own father as a lover, feeling his prick stretching your vagina, his breath panting in your ear, his penis sliding in and out of your body and then swelling and spurting thick heavy gobs of potent seed at your uterus that just can't be appreciated by somebody who hasn't made love to her own male parent at least once. It's too bad every girl doesn't get to feel her father pumping his baby-juice into her belly at least once.
"Do you think Mom means ...."
"Shhh! Let Mom tell the story."
"Oh, I don't mean ANY father should rape his little girl, or even that Moms should encourage their daughters to seduce their husbands. It's just that there's something extra special for a girl to feel her own father fucking her, sliding his prick up in her belly, and trying to get her pregnant with his baby by flooding her womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt, and jet after gooey jet of his sperm. Girls who haven't felt this wonderful thing not only haven't known the true love a father has for his little girl, but obviously haven't shown their father how much they truly love him ... by pulling him into their bodies when his prick swells and belches his baby-making seed into their developing fertilities. Maybe most girls shouldn't actually have their own father's babies ... But I think it's a damned shame that most girls never even get to feel their father TRY to get them pregnant. I swore than none of my girls would ever miss out on that wonderful experience once they reached puberty, and so far, none have.
"So it went for about the next two years. I got most of my sex from my brothers, but enough from Daddy to know the idea of knobbing his own kid wasn't exactly a turn-off for him. Mom usually saw to it that Daddy and I managed at least one get-together a week; and often three or four times. Knowing Daddy was *trying* to get me pregnant each time, was such a thrill, I can't really describe.
"It was shortly after I reached puberty, but quite a while before I developed much in the breast or pussy-hair department, that Momma started arranging for "babysitting" with me and Grandpa.
"I never met my grandfather on my father's side ... or if I did, I was too young to remember it. But Grandma and Grandpa had been part of my life ever since I could remember. But it wasn't until about six months after Grandma died that Grandpa became part of my sexual life as well.
"It's funny, but I honestly *don't* remember it ever starting. It just seemed that when I was about ten and a half I found myself being left off at Grandpa's house every day, and about two hours later Momma would pick me up, clutching my panties in one hand, and Grandpa's thick seed dripping from my vagina clear down to my socks. I don't remember a first time, or ever even being *asked*. It just was something Grandpa and I did ... just like with my brothers. Momma would drop me off in the afternoon to 'take a nap with Grandpa' and I'd be inside the door, shedding my clothes, before Momma got the car fully started. About two minutes later Grandpa would join me in bed, his thick prick poking up my behind and between my legs ... and we'd nap together.
"Sometimes we'd nap with his prick actually stuck up inside me; but not usually. About an hour or a little more later I'd wake up with Grandpa's "afternoon wood" poking between my legs, I'd fit it inside me, and we'd both enjoy a nice afternoon fuck for a deliciously long time. Grandpa often took well over half an hour before squirting inside me. While not quite as prolific as Tim or Daddy, my grandfather always did have a decent amount of thick gooey sperm to squirt inside me. Well, after all, Grandpa wasn't all THAT old back then.
"After we both got off, Grandpa would fix a light snack while I got into my dress and shoes ... picking up my panties ... and we'd sit at the table snacking until Momma arrived to pick me up. Not once did Momma ever say a word about her father wearing nothing but a robe with his cum-dripping penis still oozing sperm, or my vagina leaving wet smears on the wooden chairs and dripping her father's seed all the way out to the car and oozing yet more cum onto the towel she always had waiting there for me to sit on, so it didn't soak into the upholstery. Oh, once or twice maybe, when she got there a bit early, and I just got out of the bedroom while still dripping thick gooey gobs of cum down both legs, Momma asked something like, "Did you take care of your grandfather?" or something like that, and I'd always answer back, "Yes, Momma. I took *real* good care of Grandpa." And I had.
"It wasn't until I was about twelve years old that Momma had Daddy get me pregnant for the first time. Momma had Daddy take me on a business-trip with him (and to an amusement park at the same time) so it would *just* be Daddy and me having sex while I was between periods and fertile.
"God, was that wonderful. Not just the amusement park, where we spent three whole days, nor even the sex, though that was good too. I missed Bill, Danny and Tim a little bit, but not too much, since Daddy and I were busy most of the time. When not in the park itself, we were driving back and forth to the park, and when not doing either one or eating or any of the other things you do on a trip, we were in the motel room making love.
It was just like my honeymoon years later with your father, Dan. Only THIS honeymoon was with my own father. While Daddy rented a room with two queen sized beds each night, we only slept in the one. Daddy was mine, and I was Daddy's little girl to love, hold, and make-love-to for nine glorious days. Daddy all to myself, and me all for Daddy. And each time we made love, it was as if we were celebrating a sacrament of being married together. And, just like if we *were* married, each night we put our sex parts together and tried our best to make a new life, just like married couples are supposed to do.
There's something incredibly wonderful about making love to your own father that no girl who hasn't done it will ever fully appreciate. To feel your father, the man you've loved all your life and who has loved you since before you were born, crawl between your outspread legs and poke his swollen member into the secret spot between those legs where babies are made ....
It just passes description. Feeling your own father sliding his penis in and out of your body, then him jerking and thrusting into you, while you jerk and moan and squeeze his wonderful penis; milking it for the precious seed you know he has inside. Then feeling your father jerk and push; knowing he's ejaculating his sperm up inside your uterus, actually *trying* to get you pregnant with his baby, while your fucking becomes slick and wet with his spending inside you ... It's something no little girl should be forced to go without. I swore then that no girl-child of mine would miss out on what I felt then. There's just *nothing* like feeling your own father pumping his sperm in your belly; trying to get you pregnant with your own little brother or sister.
"Wonder-of-wonders, it worked; and I missed my period just barely three months after my twelfth birthday.
"At first, being pregnant was fun. My body developed, my boobs grew to three times their original size, my vagina got almost as furry as Momma's, and boys *other* than my own brothers started noticing me. It was like I was suddenly a princess. Having your own father's baby growing inside you is something I can honestly recommend to every little girl... IF you can get your parents to go for it like I did.
"Once we knew I was pregnant, it seemed everybody in the family, from the boys to Grandpa and Daddy, even Momma, wanted to fuck me more than ever. I was in hog-heaven for horny little girls. Momma took pictures of my expanding belly over the next few months ... and even private ones for just the family with a Polaroid Camera, showing me fucking, sucking, and having full vaginal intercourse with each one, all the time my belly grew from a "normal" flat little tummy of a 12-year-old to beachball size, then watermelon size, and then to the fully enormous 9-month-pregnant belly of a teenager.
"Well ... almost teenager anyway. I gave birth to my little sister Alicia just barely a week before my thirteenth birthday, so I guess you could still call me a preteen even then. While being pregnant AT FIRST was something fun, the later stages were quite wearing. Carrying around almost thirty extra pounds, for a girl who is normally not even 100 pounds herself, is quite a load. By the time Alicia was due, I was almost ready to cut the poor kid out myself. My back ached, my kidneys felt like they were going to split from peeing all the time, and I could barely stand upright. Thank God I didn't have to stand up to have sex.
"I don't remember much about giving birth ... thank Goodness. I remember the pains starting Sunday evening, and then getting sharper and sharper until we knew this was the 'real thing' by midnight. Why do babies always seem to come in the middle of the night? After that, a hurried rush to the hospital with the pains getting worse and worse ... and then suddenly waking up with a VERY sore tush and somebody handing me a pink, wet, and red-headed bundle that suddenly soothed everything into feeling just right. Such a *little* thing, only seven pounds, eight ounces, to have given me that enormous belly.
"It took almost three days of trying before 'Licia was sucking normally, but from then on the kid grew like a weed. All of my daughters, including you two, were happy healthy kids, with only a slight ear-infection or mild cold to worry me or my parents.
"After that, Momma had Tim get me pregnant about 8 months later ... Just about the time I got my figure back. Then Mom had each of my other two brothers 'do the job' after that, about a year apart, so I'd be 'finished' having kids before I started college. I had a final baby (your great-aunt Shelly) by Grandpa when I was eighteen, and about six months before I met your father Dan. Your father never knew that all the "little sisters" I had were actually all kids of mine ... only one, the oldest, actually being a true "sister" of mine by my own father. I never told him until about three months before we got married. For some reason, it never bothered him to know that Daddy had fathered my own little sister on me when I was younger than you are ... well, younger than Marie is, anyway.
"Eventually, when Momma died, Daddy ended up marrying my little sister Alicia, Each of the boys ended up marrying his own daughter by me ... and Grandpa, while he hasn't married Aunt Shelly *yet*, already has two kids by her, and they're hoping a third one is on the way. Tim, Danny, and Bill each have one kid each, while Alicia and Daddy have produced yet another baby-sister, and another little girl almost due any day now.
"So that's *my* story ... and as I said in the beginning, it's God's own Truth."
"Har, har HAR!"
"Oh, Mom ... that SO rich!"
"Mom wins! Mom wins! Ain't NOBODY going to top THAT story, whaddya' say?"
"Definitely, Mom's the winner."
Snicker. "God's own Truth, indeed."
"Yeah, I wonder why all tall tales start that way? As if ...."
"Yeah ... When you hear somebody say that, you just *know* it's going to be the biggest tall tale of all."
"How about some hot chocolate. All these stories make me a little bit pecky."
"Or peckery." Giggle. "Like that part about Mom sucking her own brothers off since she was three. Gawd."
"Mmmm ... Good."
"Yeah. Say, Mom?"
"Since you don't seem to have *that* much objection to incest ... Well, not as much as some people do anyway. None of the other moms *I* know of would ever tell such a tale anyway ... Gawd, Grandpa marrying his own daughter/granddaughter by his own kid. It almost seems real."
"So ... what's your question? You seemed to have dropped it somewhere."
"Well ... If you don't mind incest *that* much, what would you say if you came in one day and found me and Dad on the bed, my legs wrapped around him and Dad's prick buried to the hilt in my body ... just the way you said you used to go to bed with *your* father in that story?"
"Well ... I suppose ...."
"Well, I SUPPOSE I'd just look closely to see if the two of you were actually fucking, and not just making love without intercourse, and then, when I was SURE your father's prick was actually inside you, I'd yell, 'What do you think you're DOING?!?!' If I saw Dan had a condom on, or I knew you were on the pill. As long as I knew he was ejaculating his sperm inside you while you were fertile, I probably wouldn't say a thing. I'd just get closer to make sure Dan ejaculated as far up inside each of you as he could."
"Oh Gawd!" Snort! "That's even bigger than the tale you told earlier!"
"Yeah Mom. You don't expect either of us to believe you wouldn't mind if Dad knocked one of us up, now do you? I mean, parents just don't DO such things. Why I've heard of several people getting divorced, just because the dad looked at his daughter a little funny. You wouldn't REALLY let us go to bed with Dad ... would you?"
"Dan? Whaddya' think?"
"I think it's time our little girls learn how babies are made."
"They're both old enough. Even Carol had her first period over three moths ago. How better for a girl to learn about sex and babies than by having her father show her *personally* where babies come from, and how they get into little girls' cute little bellies? You know we've discussed this before."
"Yes, Dear." Sigh.
"Now don't sigh like it would be some onerous chore for you to knob your own kid. You know damned good and well you'll enjoy this as much as the girls will. Thank Goodness YOU at least don't have any of those silly prejudices against fucking your own kids or stupid hangups and worries about getting your little girls pregnant with your babies when you cum in them, like so many men do these days."
"What are you girls WAITING for. Hurry up and get undressed, before your father wastes his cum all over the bed. Can't you see your father is waiting? Geesh ... Kids these days, have to be prompted for everything."
"You mean you want us to ...."
"I dunno' Carol ... I guess ...."
"Well ... Your father's waiting."
"I guess not. OK, Dan. Get dressed. I'm not forcing either of ...."
"Mom wait! I'll do it, if Marie won't."
"Hey! It's MY turn first. I asked Mom, don't you remember?"
"But I thought you ...."
"Oh go *ahead*. BE first. But I get seconds!"
"Oh God. Oh God. It's really going in. Oh God."
"See ... I *told* you it would fit. The KY helps too."
"Oh. Oh. Oooch. Ow. No, that's OK. Just don't push so hard."
"God, I can't believe she's actually doing it."
"Your turn is next, you know."
"Oh God, it's almost in."
"Yeah, Dad's almost all the way inside you, squirt."
"Oh God, Tammy, I don't think I can hold out. She's... Oh God, she's ...."
"Carol, stop squeezing on your father like that. You're going to make him cum inside you before you hardly get started."
"I can't help it, Mom I ... Oh God Mom I ...."
"Oh Mom ... OOOOHHH MOMMY! It feels ... Oh Mommy."
"Dad is cumming in you, Squirt."
"Oooh, TELL me about it."
"Feel yourself getting slick inside, Hon? Feel your father's prick jerking inside you? That's your father's sperm going up inside your tummy. If you're both lucky, and it's the right time of month ... When was your period, Honey?"
"I dunno ... a couple weeks ago ... maybe a little bit more. Huh, huh, huh. Feels good."
"Since it's the right time of month, there's a good chance your father is getting you pregnant with his baby right NOW. Not quite as good as your big sister will have, but a fair chance anyway. Dan *could* be planting his baby in your tummy right now. Isn't that exciting?"
"Oh ... hoh ... ho. Yes, Mom. Wow. Pregnant by my own dad. Wowsers."
"If you two kids are *really* lucky, you could each have a little sister by your dad ... and watch your father knob *them* just like I watched my dad do to my little sister Alicia when she was your age. Now go wipe up. It'll probably take at least a half hour before your father recovers enough to try and knock-up your big sister, like he did you."
"Oh God Mom ... You don't REALLY mean to say that Tall Tale you told us about your brothers and Gramps was the truth, do you?"
"Of course ... Every word of it, just like I said. You don't think I'd LIE to either one of you two kids, do you?"
"On Tall Tales Night, I'm not sure I'd believe you if you told me the Sun comes up in the East and sets in the West."
"Well ... Truth is often stranger than fiction, you know."
"Yeah ... I know. But THIS strange?"
"Ask me tomorrow."
"In the meantime ... If it's not ... you'd better hurry up. Your father's almost recovered from cumming in your little sister. If you don't want to miss what might be your only chance ... I mean, if this IS actually all just a Tall Tale ...."
"Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God, it's good. If I had known how good it would feel, I'd have raped Dad years ago. Oh God."
"Careful Dear. If you don't watch out you'll have your father cumming in you before you're ready ... Just like your little sister did."
"I don't care. Do it Dad ... cum in me. Knock me up with your baby. Please, Dad? Just once, I want to feel it. Up in me. Please?"
"Oh shit. Gowdamn Marie, you're just too sexy for your own good. Shit. I'm done. Sorry, Hon."
"WAS this just part of 'Tall Tales Night' and you two trying to make it 'real' for us, or does this mean that Dad really will ... that you and Gramps really ... that ....
"Well, YOU know what I mean!"
"Like we told your sister, ask us tomorrow. You know that on Tall Tales Night we never give away the story."
"Remember, even if it isn't true: First, you both had a very good time tonight, didn't you? One you'll never forget."
"Yes, Dad." "Yes, Daddy."
"And I also want *both* of you girls to remember that just like tonight, Truth sometimes IS stranger than Fiction. That's the whole point of Tall Tales Night. Now both of you get off to bed."
"And girls ...?"
Sigh. "Yes, Mom?"
"Try and tuck a pillow underneath your bottoms when you sleep. That way your father's seed will soak in, and you'll each have a better chance to catch. If tonight's all you get, I don't want either of you two missing out on your only chance in a lifetime."
"You don't REALLY want us to get pregnant by Dad, do you?"
"Why ELSE would your mother and I have picked tonight for Tall Tales Night, unless we did? You're both just a little past the middle of your periods, and probably ovulating any time tonight or in the next few days. You're both probably as fertile as you can get. What better time for your mom to have me fuck you both, cum in each of you, ejaculate my sperm in your tummies, and get both of you pregnant with my babies so you can both feel what it's like to really make love to your father ... even if it is only once?"
"Da-ad! This is just another Saturday, like any Tall Tales Night."
"Like ANY Tall Tales Night?"
Giggle. "OK ... Maybe not like ANY, but it's just another weekend."
"Not, 'just another weekend.' Think about it. I could have picked many *other* weekends to tell this story, you know ... Ones when it would have been a *lot* 'safer' for you girls to have Dan's sperm in your bellies, if I really *was* worried about either of you two getting pregnant by your own father."
"Oh God. I don't believe it. My own mom wanting ...."
"Believe it. It's Tall Tales Night. If you believe in *anything* hard enough, it CAN come true."
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