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.
To hear Mother, you would think that this was all MY idea, and she had been trying to prevent me from getting in trouble. Uhuh. Today, when I complained that my back ached a little, and my feet hurt, Mother looked at me and my swollen belly as if she were disgusted with me.
"Well," she said with a sniff, "It's your own fault. You should have known what would happen, and watched out! But NO, you just had to go ahead, didn't you? Next time, maybe you'll listen to me, and do what you're told."
Even now, I can't believe my own mother. My jaw dropped in sheer amazement at the injustice of the accusation. After all, it had been Mother who had not only started the whole thing, but who had insisted on each detail. Still, to hear HER, you would think my sisters and I were just horny kids who let their hormones run away, and who never bothered to listen to their parents pleas and directions.
I knew better than to complain about the injustice though.
Mother's usually quite fair about things, but in this one matter, her blind-spot is so big you wouldn't believe it. Actually, even I don't. There's no way that Mother doesn't know what she did; and there's no way that she doesn't know how us kids feel about it. I think Mother just gets off on the idea of blaming us kids for what was her idea from start to finish.
Not that I'm all that unhappy with the results, mind you. Or any of the rest of us either. For sure, we all know that Mother is happy with the idea of three VERY pregnant daughters, even though she pretends to be ashamed of us for getting knocked-up.
Well, she SHOULD be happy. After all, it was all her idea, no matter how much she tries to make it look like it wasn't.
It all started when we went on vacation. Since Daddy was busy at work, Mother set up the whole vacation from start to finish. She arranged the motels. She rented the spot at the resort in advance. She even packed all the suitcases; making sure just what clothes everybody had. As I said, Mother planned everything. Uhuh, EVERYTHING.
The first thing that seemed even slightly unusual to the rest of us, was when Mother had us kids go shopping the week before, for clothes to take along. I mean, we hadn't planned on getting new clothes, just for vacation.
Well, to us girls, getting a new wardrobe was fun, but to Mike it was like a visit to the dentist. Still, I guess if he knew just why Mother wanted us to get the new clothes, he would have been as eager as we were. Perhaps, even more eager. Of course, none of us kids had even an inkling of what was to come. (Or is that, "What was to cum."?)
Since we were going to be staying where the temperature was in the 90's, Mother took us to a special store that specialized in Hawaiian clothes, so we wouldn't get too hot. (Oh GOD, that's funny!
Mike got a big Hawaiian shirt, and loose boxer-shorts that were so violently orange, that you thought they would set the seat on fire.
We all got swimsuits, even Mother. Only WHAT swimsuits!
Previously, Diane had been the only one who wore a bikini, and that one was pretty modest. (For a bikini, that is.) This time, Mother not only let us younger girls get bikini's too, but she had each of us girls keep trying on different ones, until she was satisfied with the results.
I noticed my brother Mike was getting embarrassed at seeing his sisters half-naked like that, and I think that's one reason Mother kept us trying on new ones.
I've got this to say about Mother. She has good taste in clothes. Each bikini was different, and matched each of us girls like it was designed with her in mind. Diane had a string bikini, that not only left very little of her 16-year-old body to the imagination, it stimulated that imagination, so that my older sister looked sexier than if she was naked.
Me? Mother had me wearing this cotton thing with a printed pattern that made it looked like I was only wearing shells on my tits, and even down below. The back-end covered so little, it almost vanished into the crack of my ass. I looked naked, except for three shells that looked like THEY might fall off.
Even Lisa looked sexy. Mother found a cute little outfit that had padding in the cups, so that my little sister looked almost as sexy as I did.
And Mother? She outdid us all. (Of course.) Where she found it, I don't know, (It was NOT at that Hawaiian shop, that I'm certain of.) but Mother had a one-piece swimsuit that made ours look modest. Yes, one-piece. It was made out of some kind of stretchy material that fit her like a second skin, and looked like a second skin too.
Uhuh. Just like that. It was an orangish-pink that matched Mother's skin-color almost exactly. Not only that, but there were brown circles dyed into the fabric where her breasts were, and a brown 'vee' covering the spot between her legs. From 20 feet away, you would swear that Mother was naked, when she was wearing it. Even close up, the illusion was almost overwhelming.
To make matters worse (Or better, depending on your viewpoint.) the fabric almost vanished, when wet; blending into mother's skin-color almost perfectly. Wow! What an outfit to make the wolves sit up and howl!
And the swimsuits were just the start. In the Hawaiian shop, dresses came in two styles: Moo-moos (Yuck!) and short little dresses for sexy young women. We did NOT buy any moo-moos.
Mother let us each buy two new outfits, and had us model them. It's a wonder that Mike didn't have a heart-attack, with three sexy sisters parading in front of him. Still, he pretended to be bored.
I won't bore you to death with the whole fashion-show, but I ended up with a cute little mini-skirt and top, and a wraparound outfit to go over my swimsuit. It's STILL my favorite outfit; even though I won't be able to get into it again for another month or so. Two buttons and a belt, are all that keep you from falling out of the thing, but it's as secure as you want it to be.
If you want to go swimming, you don't even have to get undressed. Just pop the two buttons, unwrap the belt, and it's like taking off a robe. There you are, stark naked. (Or, wearing a swimsuit.)
As I said, Mother packed. Not only that, she laid out clothes for each of us the morning we were to start. So, you know that what happened later just HAD to be deliberate on Mother's part. Of course, MOTHER blames us, saying we should have checked to be sure we had everything we needed.
Yeah, sure. When Mother already had the suitcases packed in the car, we were supposed to haul them out to see what she missed. Uhuh.
I suppose the second hint, was when we got dressed that morning, and all our underclothes were either "in the laundry" or already packed. Uhuh.
Not to worry though, because Mother had gotten each of us a nice fresh, brand-new pair to wear. The panties were this funny blue-color, with tiny little holes all through the fabric. Still, they were very soft, and even quite sexy. They seemed a little flimsy, but then that's one of the things about sexy clothes; to be flimsy, or to at least LOOK that way.
They WERE cute though. Mother had all of us start out in the outfits we had picked up the previous week. She wasn't taking any chances on one of us bringing along clothes that SHE hadn't planned on us wearing.
We never noticed; being too involved with the excitement of shutting down the house, and getting ready to go. Mother brought in one small suitcase, for each of us to throw in books or toys, or things we just couldn't BEAR to be without while on vacation. (Like my new necklace.)
Suspicious? No. Why should we have been? If our mother wanted to take the job of packing to herself, why should WE volunteer for work?
When we got to the resort, at first we were too busy admiring the view, and hurrying to get in a swim before dinner, to notice the unusual aspects of our cottage.
The lake was so refreshing, after our long hot drive, and we were so sweaty, that Mother had us throw all our clothes in a bag to be washed, while we took our swim. Boy! You should have seen the look on Daddy's face, when he first got a good look at our outfits. Especially Mother's. Whooooeee!
Still, he didn't say a word; though his eyes bugged out about 6 inches. Daddy didn't come in the lake with the rest of us; seeming somewhat embarrassed about something. He sure did watch me and Diane a lot though. I got hot just feeling Daddy's gaze on me, like I was some beautiful model.
Heck, I even got a slight kick out of showing off in front of both him and Mike. Neither of them complained though. I noticed both my sisters and even Mother were doing something similar, so I didn't feel guilty.
Afterwards, while she was starting supper in the tiny kitchen just off the main room, Mother sent me to wash the clothes. "So that you'll have something clean to wear tomorrow." This was the start of what became a pattern in the next week, where Mother shifted the blame for everything that happened.
According to HER, it was all our fault. SHE had nothing to do with it. Uhuh.
At the time, I was kind of glad to be given the job of washing clothes, because I had a book to read, and the other kids had just found out there was no TV in the cabin at all. No TV, no stereo, and only a tiny transistor-radio that Daddy insisted was for emergencies only. What a bummer!
It seems our parents wanted us to learn to have fun on our own, without relying on canned entertainment. Two whole weeks without TV. Whoo boy! I made a private bet with myself that Mike wouldn't last three days. Of course, at that time, I didn't know the "entertainment" that Mother had planned for my big brother.
As the howls rose louder, I grinned to myself; hoisted the bag of clothing over my shoulder; and headed over to the laundry-hut to catch up on Jody-Lynn and her hunk of a boyfriend.
Since all the clothes were colored, and Mother didn't tell me any different, I threw them all in one big washer; put the coins in; and settled down to read, until the silence told me the wash was finished.
Even then, I didn't notice anything wrong; just grabbing the whole batch and tossing it into the dryer.
It was only when I was sorting things out afterwards, that I realized something was wrong. The brand-new panties that my sisters and I had been wearing looked more like shredded newspaper, than soft warm cloth. Oh shit! And of course, Mother blamed it all on me; setting a pattern for all the things to follow.
It never occurred to me, that I had been set-up. (At least, not until about a week after we got back, and I found an empty wrapper for three pairs of "disposable panties" in the bottom of the trash can, when I emptied the garbage. Of course by THEN, the pattern had been set, and it was too late.)
Mother ranted and raved about how she couldn't trust me to do ANYTHING; not even a simple job like washing clothes. She then went on to say that since I had ruined the brand-new panties she had gone to all that expense to buy, then I would just have to do without! Not only that, but my sisters too.
(This brought me black looks from Diane and Lisa.)
"It's a good thing that Mike's clothes didn't fall apart," said Mother, giving them a tug to emphasize her point that belied it. Mikes jockey shorts ripped right in two at the tug.
(I THINK mother got sneaky, and had dribbled battery-acid across them a day or two before, but I'll never be sure.)
Well, this got a laugh out of everybody, and got me off the hook a little. (I think Mother didn't want to have to punish me, so she worked this scene out where I would seem to be the person to blame, but not get punished for it.) When this happened, Mother grinned a little sheepishly, and stopped accusing me.
Oh well, no big deal, huh? Just get some new clothes out of the suitcases. Uhuh. Only there wasn't any replacement underwear in the suitcases.
When we complained, Mother put the blame right back on us.
"What?" she said. "You didn't pack any extra? Well, it's your own fault, if you didn't. I had enough things to do with getting ready, than to supervise each of you, when you packed your clothes."
All four of us were staring at Mother, like we couldn't believe our ears. When Diane opened her mouth to object that Mother had done all the packing, she cut her off short. "You all should have checked yourselves, to be sure you had everything. Now you'd better shut up, or I'm going to start thinking about what punishment you deserve for forgetting such essential items, other than just having to do without. For sure I'm not going to buy replacements for kids this irresponsible!"
I looked at Diane; she looked at Mike, and we all looked at Lisa. Finally, Mike shrugged, and we decided he was right. It was NOT worth fighting about. Besides, we had never won a fight with Mother before.
Of course, it was a mistake. By giving in on THIS, we just set ourselves into a pattern for what followed. I think that if we had really raised a ruckus anywhere along the line, Mother would have backed down, or Daddy would have spoken up and supported us. Still, Daddy wasn't going to stop things if we didn't squawk. Who knows, maybe he was in on the deal.
Thinking about it, I'm fairly sure he was. Mother was probably designated the one to force things along, while Daddy acted as an escape-route if any of us kids objected loudly enough. Only we never did. I can't remember a time when Mother and Daddy didn't work together on things.
Still, I can't be sure. Maybe Mother DID work this out on her own. For sure, Daddy went along for the ride.
It was only about an hour later, that we found out Mother's second surprise.
"MOTHER!" came Mike's voice, as my sister and I were finishing picking the linty remains of our panties out of the rest of the clothes. "Where's the other bedroom?"
Lisa and I looked around the almost one-room cottage, and giggled. The so-called "cottage" was almost as big as some houses, but was all one room. Even the tiny little kitchen area and bathroom were more nooks than really separate rooms. It wasn't until later, that I figured out what the cottage really was, and it was only the sunken heart-shaped Jaccuzi-pool of a bathtub in the corner that made it a giveaway.
Mother had rented a "honeymoon" cottage! Only for a family of 6, instead of two lovesick honeymooners. Still, there were TWO kingsize beds, instead of just one. (I wonder at the couple who would sleep in separate beds on their honeymoon.)
No separate bedrooms. Not even a separate bathroom. And only TWO beds! Mother had set us up but good!
"But MOTHER! Where am I supposed to sleep?" My brother's wail was almost echoed by me, until I decided to keep my mouth shut. I had already gotten into trouble once by opening my mouth to volunteer to wash clothes. I may not be a rocket-scientist, but by now I figured our mother was up to something.
"Well, you'll just have to sleep with your sisters," snapped Mother. "We don't have any place else to put you."
I looked over at my father, to see his reaction to this.
Daddy could barely hide a smirk, as he watched to see what his wife had cooked up to cover this situation. I think Daddy didn't figure Mother would really manage to bring this off, but was curious to see if she could.
"But Mother!" started Mike again.
"Unless you want to sleep outside in the nude!" said mother. "We didn't bring along any pajamas, as I didn't think you would need them." (This was just a HINT of what was to come.)
"What about us, Mother," asked Diane. "Are we just supposed to get in bed naked too?"
"Of course not!" snapped Mother. "I brought along nightgowns for each of you." With this, she pulled out three lacy little nighties that must have come directly from "Victoria's Secret". Not one came fully below the waist, and it wouldn't have mattered if it had, because you could see right through each one. "Now get them on, and get into bed," she ordered us.
"But Mother! I can't get undressed with Mike here," objected Diane.
"And why not?" snapped Mother. "He's your own brother! Now hurry up and change out of that swimsuit and get in bed before I really get ticked-off!"
She turned to glare at me and Lisa. "That goes for you too!" she said.
Lisa and I looked at each other and shrugged. It looked like no time to play hero, and be the one Mother took her anger out on. We'd figure it all out in the morning.
It only took a second or two to slip out of the bikinis, and into the sexy films that Mother had gotten us. All the time, Mike stared at us, with open mouth. I don't think he had ever seen a girl completely naked before. Diane especially seemed to get his attention.
Mother interrupted him.
"Well?" she prompted. "What are YOU waiting for? You can look at your sisters' naked bodies when you're naked too. Now hurry up, and get ready for bed!"
Blushing brightly, Mike did so, while WE watched HIM this time. By the time he was undressed, holding his pants in front of him, we were all in bed staring at him.
"Well?" prompted Mother again. "Get in bed with your sisters, and get to sleep."
Diane didn't look too happy either, but she moved over to allow my big brother enough room to slide in. This pushed me over next to Lisa, until we were all lying skin-to-skin next to each other.
"Now go to sleep," repeated Mother.
Well, we tried.
The only trouble was, none of us were used to sleeping with someone else. (For ME, sleeping naked was what I always did. I NEVER used pajamas.) Still, sleeping naked is one thing. Sleeping naked next to someone else, is an entirely different matter. I couldn't believe how stimulating the feel of someone else's naked skin next to mine was. The short little nighties did nothing to keep bare skin from touching bare skin.
"Mike! Stop it." hissed Diane, from her side of the bed. Then silence for a while.
"Ohmigosh!" whispered Lisa, attracting my attention. "Look!" It may have been only a whisper, but it got my attention fast.
I looked over my 10-year-old little sister to see what had gotten her so excited.
"Ohmigosh!" I repeated Lisa's observation. "Look guys." I poked Diane in the side to stop her squirming-fight with Mike.
"Holy Smoke!" said my big brother, leaning across Diane to get a better look. This time Diane didn't object to Mike touching her, as she was too distracted by what was going on in the other bed.
Yes, you guessed it. Our parents were going at it. . . like they were the pair of newlyweds, that the room was intended for. Not only that, but they weren't even under the covers; seeming to think we were all asleep, or possibly just not caring. I watched in awe, as Mother hooked her legs over Daddy's shoulders, allowing us an even better view of his prick sliding in and out.
Now I've seen PICTURES of cocks before. I've even seen Mike's on a couple of occasions. Still, I had never seen one really erect, and certainly not going in and out of a woman before. What was even more exciting, was that this was our own parents, and not more than 8 feet away from us.
I was vaguely aware of Diane's breath in my ear speeding up, as Mike felt her body while watching our parents. Her earlier objections at his touching her seemed to fade, as the erotic action in front of us got faster. "Oh," she panted in my ear. "Uh. Uuuhuhh."
I was fingering myself as well, while watching; so I figured my big sister was doing the same thing, until I realized Mike was doing it for her instead, and she was probably fisting him at the same time. My stroking myself became even faster at the thought.
I felt my big sister's legs spread a little, as Mike's hand crept past my buttocks, and into the crevice between Diane's thighs. Shortly, Dine actually BIT me, as she trapped Mike's hand between her legs, and her grunts and pants became even louder.
"Don't stop," pleaded Mike, as we all watched the action in the other bed get even faster, before Daddy suddenly stopped sliding in and out, and just pushed at Mother, shuddering.
"Oh, OK, but just this once!" grumbled Diane, as she seemed no longer interested in the whole scene, for some reason or other. Suddenly, I felt something wet slap me on the leg, as my big brother groaned. A second wet slap licked across my waist, and wet the back of my hand, before starting to dribble down my back. "Oh shit!" Moaned Mike.
"No shit," said Diane. "Now look what you did. Get some Kleenex, and clean this mess up. I hope you're satisfied."
"Thanks Diane," said Mike. "I'll make it up to you."
"Just clean this mess up, then go to sleep," said Diane, disgustedly. "We shouldn't have done even this much."
I pretended to be asleep, as Diane took a proffered tissue, and wiped me off. I wondered if that stuff was the "cum" we had all heard of that gets girls pregnant. . . Probably, I figured.
I went back to sneaking a finger in my crack, enjoying the slick wet feel of my finger in my slit, when my whole body went cold with fright. I had just realized I had been fingering myself with the hand that was dripping my big brother's cum. No wonder it was so slippery! Oh God! I might have just inseminated myself with my own brother's sperm. Oh shit. Oh shit. Scary though it was, the idea must have been incredibly sexy too, because I found myself cumming, just like my big sister had, and I couldn't help forcing the full length of my sperm-slickened finger right up inside me. There was something incredibly erotic about the thought of getting pregnant on my own finger like this.
Of course afterwards, I sweated for hours at the incredible chance I had been taking. I couldn't BELIEVE I had done something that dumb!
That's why I was still awake, when the fight started. Only it wasn't really a fight. Just more squirmings and "Stop that!" from my big sister, followed finally by a threat of, "if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream!"
"Please Di," pleaded Mike, "Just a little? I just want to put the head in for a second, just to feel what it's like."
"I'm going to scream right now." Diane's voice was no longer just a whisper. Just a hair louder, and she would be waking our parents up.
Mike must have gotten the message, but he still tried. "Well at least, could you. . . You know. . . Like you did earlier?"
"No!" said Diane loudly.
Afraid that Diane would make good on her threat if he insisted, Mike slowly subsided grumbling.
"I shouldn't have done it the first time," whispered Diane fiercely, now that our big brother had given up.
Mike pointedly turned his back to her.
I don't know what happened after that, as I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up with my big brother snuggled up next to me. Diane was already up; looking incredibly beautiful in her black filmy nightie, and Mike had instinctively snuggled up to the next warm body in his sleep. His half-hard prick was between my legs, and I could figure just what had bothered Diane last night. Still, as long as he didn't try to stick it in ME, I wouldn't say anything, if he or Diane didn't.
THEY didn't, but Mother did. We were just finishing up breakfast; still wearing the sexy nighties, as Mother had deliberately left the suitcases out in the car, and wouldn't let us get them until after we ate. It was almost as sexy parading around in those filmy baby-dolls, as it had been the previous night watching our parents get it on. My little pussy was soaked, just thinking about the horny looks I was getting from Daddy and Mike. Still, while I liked being looked at, I certainly wouldn't have ever planned on DOING anything with my own relatives.
Just about the time we were finished; while Mother had me and Lisa washing dishes, still in our sexy nightclothes, Mother put the question to Diane. "What were you squawking about last night Diane? You almost woke up your father."
Mike looked pleadingly at our big sister, but Diane just shrugged. She hadn't planned on telling on Mike, but since it was his own fault, she wasn't going to lie for him either. Of course, she didn't figure on Mother shifting the blame either. This was the first time. "Mike wanted to fuck me," she said.
Oh shit! Mike's face fell, but at least HE didn't blame my big sister. Mike is too honest for that. I guess he takes after Daddy.
"Well of COURSE he did," said Mother, unexpectedly. "What do you expect a guy to do, if his big sister crawls in bed with him practically naked, and then snuggles her sexy body up next to him?"
Diane was gaping at Mother; her jaw working like a fish, as she tried to recover from the injustice of the accusation. In the first place, it had been MIKE who crawled into bed with HER, not the other way around, and it had been at MOTHER'S insistence! And as for "snuggling", she had been as far away from him as she could get, when you have four people in the same bed. . . not very far. Still, she had NOT snuggled. On the other hand, she HAD given Mike that hand-job, so she wasn't completely innocent.
Diane's consternation at Mother's accusation was nothing to what she felt at the next question.
"Well, how is he?" asked Mother.
"Huh?" This from all four of us kids.
"I said, how is he in bed?" asked Mother. "Is he a good fuck? Did he get you off?"
"MOTHER!" said Diane in irritation, "I did NOT fuck my own brother. What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"A tease, obviously," snapped Mother. "I'm ashamed of you! wearing tiny little bikinis, prancing around the cottage in next-to-nothing sleepware that's just DESIGNED to look sexy, then climbing in bed naked with your brother where he couldn't help feeling your sexy body next to his, and then refusing to help him, after all that. To think that I would raise such a child!"
"Mother! It sounds like you EXPECTED me to fuck Mike."
"Well of COURSE I did, after all that buildup you gave him! I mean, if you're going to ACT like a slut, it's unfair to the poor kid to let him down like that."
"Don't 'But Mother' me! The next time your brother asks you, I expect you to treat him nicely. Now go over there and give your little brother a kiss, and tell him you're sorry for not fucking him last night. Now he's going to have to wait ALL day long, before it's time to go to bed again."
"But Mom," said Diane, using the name that none of us had used for our mother since the third grade, "if Mike cums in me, I could get pregnant. I can't have my own brother's baby, can I?"
"I'm sorry," said Mother, "but that's just the chance your going to have to take, aren't you. It's 20 miles to the nearest town, and I am NOT going to ask the people at this resort if they have some rubbers so my daughter can fuck her little brother without getting knocked-up! You'll just have to hope it's not the right time of month yet."
"But. But. But," Diane sputtered.
"Don't 'but-but' me," said Mother. "You sound like a motorboat. Now tonight, I don't want to hear any squawks from your little brother about his not getting any tail, like last night. . . You hear?"
By now, all four of us kids were gaping in amazement at the way mother had shifted the blame from Mike for "putting the make" on Diane, to Diane for not having sex with her own brother!
Mother looked around at all of us, glaring. "Now that's enough of this," she said. "I don't want to hear another word about it from any of you! Now get dressed, we're going fishing this morning, and boating this afternoon."
"But what about our panties?" whined Lisa.
"You'll just have to do without; since your big sister ruined the only pairs you had with you. If you're all careful, nobody except your father and brother will know that you're naked underneath those skirts anyway. Now go get ready."
I was tempted to slip into my bikini, and wear my wrap-around skirt like it was intended; but a glare from Mother when I reached for it stopped me cold.
You have no idea how hard it is to remain demure and modest, when you're wearing a short little skirt that doesn't go all the way down to your knees, and no panties underneath. By the time we finished the boat-trip, and returned with 3 beautiful fish for lunch, I was sweating like it was 90 degrees outside. Even so, I think a couple of the honeymooning men at the resort noticed. Luckily, nobody said anything.
That afternoon was a lot easier, as we went rowing. Even then, knowing that Daddy and Mike could look right up our skirts from the other end of the boat, did little for my composure. Only Lisa didn't seem to mind; occasionally "flashing" her cute little butt at either Daddy or Mike; and once or twice, even at Mother.
It was actually a relief to slip into the bathing suits that hid even less of our bodies than the dresses did. At least, we could stop worrying about bending over! On the other hand, seeing so much bare skin seemed to arouse Daddy and Mike even more. Daddy finally gave up, just sitting there watching the three of us splashing with Mike. I guess he didn't DARE show an erection out there in public. Especially when it was caused by his own daughters.
That night, Mike seemed to be even more nervous than Diane. When he finally crawled into bed with us, his prick was as tiny as my middle finger, and he was actually apologetic to Diane for getting her in trouble. I didn't hear the whole conversation, because they whispered a lot, but finally I heard Diane say, "Oh don't be silly. . . Here," as she spread her legs, and motioned to our brother to get between them.
I didn't really see Mike's prick go into my big sister, as the covers were wrapped around his butt, and all I could see was a big lump making up the two of them. Still, there was no doubt about what they were doing, as Diane first let out a little yelp, then started humping back at my big brother just as hard as he was humping into her.
Lisa and I watched with astonishment, as Diane suddenly grabbed Mike in a bear-hug; almost ripping the skin in his back, while our big brother made frantic little jerks between our big sister's legs before collapsing in a heap on top of her.
No sooner had the two lovers in OUR bed stopped, than the action in the bed next to us started. Only Mother made sure that her little girls saw each throbbing plunge of their father's thick cock into her tightly squeezing hole. She even had Daddy pull out when he came; squirting thick sticky gobs all over her open cunt, before sliding it back inside her. She made sure we knew that Daddy's sperm was going right into her vagina where it belonged. Since we all knew that Mother wasn't on the pill, this had extra meaning to us.
The next morning, I was woke up by a rhythmic shaking of the bed, as my two older siblings repeated their actions of the night before. This time. I was able to actually SEE my big brother's prick as it slid in and out of Diane's tight little hole.
It was so erotic, that I had to finger myself off as well.
For the next three days, this went on like this, with our two older siblings and parents putting on an erotic show for Lisa and me. Every night, the bed would shake, and sometimes in the middle of the night. Usually, they would do it again in the morning, and whenever they did, I would watch them. Usually I would finger myself off too. Of course, Mother caught me. I think she expected to.
"Say Mike," said Mother, to our big brother, who was still breathing hard from his exertion with Diane, "don't forget you have two other sisters too. It's not fair to tease them by fucking your big sister all the time, and leave them out."
Oh shit! Somehow I had expected this.
Diane giggled, as loudly as she could; being out of breath from her recent orgasm. Lisa just stared at Mother. I goofed, and opened my big mouth.
"But Mother!" I said, "I can't fuck my own brother!" Ignoring the fact that Diane was Mike's sister, just as much as I was.
"You mean you're going to say that after displaying your body in front of your big brother for over a week now, and playing with yourself in front of him? I can't believe a daughter of mine would be such a slut! And then you tell my you're 'too innocent' to let your poor brother relieve the pressure in his balls by fucking you; making your big sister do all the work. I'm ashamed at you Cindy-Marie!" There mother went, making it MY fault again, that Mike would want to fuck me.
Well, that night, as you might expect, it was me this time that felt my big brother crawl between my legs. Only I didn't have nearly as much fun as Diane always did. No, it wasn't so much the hurt of Mike breaking my cherry. I hardly felt that. It was the fact that Mike came so fast. I had barely gotten used to having Mike inside me, when it seems that my tight little hole squeezed him so hard he came before I barely got started. What a disappointment!
Afterwards, I lay there feeling disgusted. "This was sex?" I thought, "the 'fun' thing that everybody wants to do? Well, they could keep it. . . I would pass." For a while I lay there getting more and more irritable. No, it wasn't the fact that Mike had fucked me. It wasn't even the gooey feeling of my big brother's thick sticky cum oozing out of my vagina, where I knew there was a good chance of it getting me pregnant. No, what annoyed me was that I never even got the good feelings I usually did with my own finger. After watching my big sister "get her rocks off" almost every time, this was a letdown like you can't imagine.
Lisa was looking at me wide-eyed. I guess the little girl knew she would be next. Especially after that remark of Mother's the previous morning.
"Well, at least YOU don't have to sorry about getting pregnant," I said sourly; taking my disgruntlement out on my little sister.
"I had my period just last week," whispered Lisa.
Together, we cuddled and commiserated.
The next day, it was better, but still nothing to brag about. I still didn't get off, though it felt better, and I wasn't so sore from losing my virginity. Still, I lay there with my big brother's slowly seed soaking into my vagina; knowing I was missing something, but not being quite sure what.
What was even worse, was two days later when I watched Mike fucking Lisa, and the little shit came to a gasping grunting frantic orgasm her very first time. Shit, was I pissed!
To see the little 10-year-old kid with my big brother's cock sliding in and out of her tight little hole was quite something. To see the little girl gasping and groaning in orgasm as she did her best to milk every thick drop of our brother's baby-making cum up inside her fertile young belly was quite something else.
I was so jealous I could spit!
Well, from then on, Mike fucked all three of us, but concentrated mainly on my two sisters. After all, they seemed to enjoy it more, so he did too. In fact, if it hadn't been for Mother's injunction to "not forget" he might have stopped fucking me altogether. Only instead of making me happier, this made me even more disgruntled.
Everyone seemed to feel sorry for me, which actually made me unhappier still. Mother finally took pity on me. . . In her own way, of course. She had to make it look like it was my "fault", just like she had shifted the blame for everything else.
About a week into the vacation, I got my period, which made me grumpier yet, and of course Mike didn't fuck me at all then.
I had just stopped bleeding, and was watching my big brother "stick it to" my little sister, when Mother came over and found my twiddling my own crack with my fingers.
"Look at you," she said disgustedly, "playing with yourself, while your poor father has to watch your sisters get fucked, and hardly gets anything himself. WELL," she huffed, "If you're big enough to fuck our own brother, then you're big enough to help your father out! It's about time SOMEONE helped me take care of him, and since you don't seem to be doing all that well with your brother, maybe you should do SOME good around here by helping me with your father. Now get over there and show your father how much you've learned." Mother gave me a big shove in Daddy's direction, while I caught my breath at this new outrageous accusation. "If I was big enough to fuck my own brother, I was big enough to fuck Daddy," indeed! As if it had been ME who seduced mike, not the other way around.
Still, I wasn't in any mood to put up a big argument. Especially one with Mother, which I knew in advance I would lose. "OK Daddy," I sighed with resignation, "let's fuck." If Mother wanted me to fuck Daddy, then why not? It wasn't as if I was a virgin or anything, or even cared.
Daddy however, was NOT going to just "fuck." He didn't believe in it. Besides, the way I was feeling and acting, it would have felt to him like little more than rape. Daddy loves me. Heck, Daddy loves ALL of us. So does Mother, for that matter, though she shows it in strange ways sometimes.
"Come here, Honey," said Daddy, then he just cuddled me until I fell asleep. It wasn't until two hours later that I woke up in Daddy's arms, while he stroked me and told me how much he loved me, and cuddled and soothed and tickled me. Once I was in a better mood, he started feeling me up by stroking my back and sides; only getting around to rubbing my titties when I was cooing with satisfaction from the previous rubdown. Daddy was making love to me.
It might have been twenty minutes later, it might have been an hour, but Daddy finally got around to first feeling me up in the twat, then finally "going down" on me. Licking pussy wasn't even in my vocabulary until that time. Boy, I sure hadn't known what I was missing! For the first time, outside of my own fingers, I climaxed. Then again. By the third time, I was almost tearing Daddy's hair out by the roots, as my stomach made flip-flops, and my little hole ached from squeezing emptily.
Then and only then, when I was practically BEGGING him to fuck me, did Daddy slip his thick cock up inside me. In THAT manner I guess Mother has a point, when she says I "asked for it."
Of course, Daddy couldn't just "slip" his cock up inside me either. It was too big. Even with me running rivers of arousal, and Daddy drooling big gobs of pre-cum, it was a struggle to get it inside me. OOooh! What a delicious struggle. I couldn't believe it. For all the fucking my big brother had given me, I hadn't climaxed once. Now my handsome father barely gets the head of his prick inside me, and I'm not only creaming like a river, I'm going into continuous shuddering orgasms that never seemed to stop. On and on it went. I was barely aware of Daddy's prick getting all the way inside me, as his balls slapped against my ass, and his pubic hair was rubbing my almost-bare cunny-lips. I don't know how Daddy managed to hold out against my frantic squeezing, but he somehow did; allowing me to enjoy every frantic throb of orgasm with him inside me.
It was only when he knew I was finished, that Daddy started stroking for HIS climax. I looked down to where I could see my tummy swelling each time Daddy shoved his big cock home. Such an exciting sight! The knowledge that my own father was going to squirt the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies in my tight little tummy was far more of a turn-on, than scary proposition. To know that my own father loved me enough to want me to carry his baby was enough to start me climaxing again. When I suddenly realized that *I* wanted to carry his baby, it was like a bomb exploded in my belly. All of a sudden I found my vagina was milking on my father's prick like a thirsty man trying to get the last drop of water out of a wineskin. I couldn't help myself, as I felt ripples run up and down my vagina in waves.
Suddenly Daddy lurched on top of me, and jammed himself inside me hard. "I'm sorry, Honey," he said, "I can't help myself. I really shouldn't cum in you, but if feels too good to stop. OOhoohhh!"
No WAY was I going to lest Daddy get away with feeling guilty for THIS! I wrapped my legs around my father so he couldn't have gotten away if he had wanted to, and forced myself up against him, so the last inch of fatherly prick seated itself in my belly, while it sent jet after incestuous jet of his precious sperm squirting into my eager young womb. God! did that feel good! I climaxed again! Knowing my own father was cumming in me, possibly getting me pregnant right then, caused me to do it a third and then a fourth time.
Only when Daddy finally slowed and came to rest with his half-hard prick still drooling cum up inside me, did I finally come back to my senses. Oh God! I had really done it up brown this time. Now that I knew what it was like to fuck Daddy, I wouldn't be able to stop; not even if I DID get pregnant, or even if Mother got mad at me. Oh shit.
Only it wasn't all that bad. Daddy DID get me pregnant, though it took over six months, and Mother did NOT get mad at me; seeming to be proud of me for doing such a good job of fucking my own father. Only she says it's my own fault for getting pregnant. After all, I didn't HAVE to seduce Daddy.
Yeah, just like my sisters didn't HAVE to seduce Mike.
Yeah, they're both pregnant too. Diane's about six-months along, and Lisa just skipped her first period a little over two months ago. Of course Mother says, "What do you expect from two little sluts like that, who seduce their own brother?" Mother's logic is nuts, but we all love her anyway.
Now that they're both pregnant, Mother allows them to fuck Daddy too, while sometimes I take on my big brother. Mike has learned quite a lot in the last year or so, from watching Daddy. Who knows, maybe I'll let him make the next one. If I DO, then for once it really WILL be "my own fault", not Mother shifting the blame.
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