Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen
An Erotic Story
The first time I saw my sister-in-law (except for the
wedding) was when Mom and Dad Dropped me off for two weeks at my
brother's house when they went on vacation. I didn't want to
spend two fucking weeks staring at scenery in the Black Hills,
and my big brother said he'd be glad to have me; so there I was.
I knocked on the patio door; and came in when I heard Kim
say, "C'mon in, the door's open."
There was Kim, wearing a lacy red bra and panties, and
nothing else; scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush! "Take
off your shoes ... and preferably your socks too," she requested;
looking pointedly at the muddy smear I had just made on the
spotless floor.
I felt like a farmer clumping into a full-dress get-together
at the White House wearing muddy coveralls with manure dripping
from his boots. Yeah, that bad; even though the mini-skirt and
blouse I was wearing was one I had been SO proud that Dad had let
me wear ... over Mom's objection. Mom seems to always think of
"propriety" and "what's right for a girl her age" and junk like
that. Heck, one of the girls in my class has already been
fucked, and two other girls have given their boyfriends blow-
jobs! Though if Mom knew ... well I'd probably NEVER be allowed
to see them again. Mom is SO up tight about such things ...
which is really strange when you consider.
Huh? Consider what? Well, I'm NOT exactly dumb, you know,
and I can both add and subtract. My mother made a BIG thing last
month about NOT making a "big thing" out of her birthday ... she
just turned 30. And my Big Brother Michael, who got kicked out
of the house when it was found out he knocked up his
girlfriend ... who is only three grades ahead of me ... is going
to be 18 next month. YOU do the addition, and see what YOU come
up with ... Mom is SUCH a hypocrite.
So there I was in my Big Brother's new house, staring
fascinated at his new wife ... who didn't look that much older
than I do ... except for the rounded tummy and swollen breasts
that gave all too much evidence of her doing something with my
big brother that so far I had only dreamed about.
"Sit down, Honey ... make yourself look homely," said Kim,
with a big grin. "I'm almost finished here." With that, she
polished the spots off the floor where my clumsy feet had left
almost obscene smudges on the immaculate floor, and dumped the
drying-towel into a bag on the back of the door to be washed.
"Here, let me get you a cup of coffee," she said; pouring me
a cup without spilling a drop on the saucer that almost
miraculously appeared underneath it before setting it on the
table in front of me. At my nod, she supplied cream and
sugar ... wiping up the stray grains before they even had a
chance to be brushed on the floor that looked clean enough to eat
from ... without even a plate.
1
This set the tone for the entire two weeks there. I learned
more about how to KEEP a place clean from her, than all the years
with Mom and Dad had taught me about cleaning up your messes
AFTER you made them, Surprisingly, it turns out that with the
right technique (which she obviously learned from a master) it's
almost as easy to KEEP things sparkling clean, as it is to clean
up your messes after making them.
Looking at my grinning sister-in-law, as she settled down
next to me, it was easy to see why Mike had been attracted to
her. While she wasn't the image of beauty like Kathy (my big
sister who won the Miss Jordan contest last year) she had a
radiance, and yes a sexuality, that made beautiful somehow look
almost drab in comparison.
Yes, I SAID, she was sexy, and I meant it. Kim practically
GLOWED with life (and considering her swollen tummy, I guess that
term is appropriate ... listen to me use all these big words).
I guess my staring was a little too obvious. Kim followed
my looks to her rounded tummy, and swollen bosom (barely held in
check by the lacy red bra) and giggled. "Your big brother," she
said, "likes his women 'B.P. & I.K.'."
"Huh?"
"Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen," she giggled. "I
think it's kinky but cute ... so why the heck not?"
"Oh." There wasn't much else I COULD say. Kim, while only
14, seemed to be decades older than me in experience. If only I
could ... I cut off the thought with a snap. Mom would KILL me,
if she even knew I was thinking such thoughts.
"C'mon," she said, interrupting my musing. "Let's get you
settled into the guest room ... it's right across the hall from
ours ... I hope you don't mind?"
Kim seemed to sense my nod, as she picked up the extra
baggage, and led me down the hall to the room across from the
master bedroom. "This is going to be the nursery ... we
think ... or maybe the one down the hall will be ... Your brother
Michael and I plan on having a BIG family." Kim seemed to ignore
my blushing confusion at such frank discussions. "Perhaps you
will too," she said, "you've sure got the body for it."
I could only blush even deeper in confusion at the comment I
think she meant as a compliment. My God, I hadn't even had SEX
yet (Well, not as the President counts sex anyway) and my sister-
in-law is talking about me having lots of babies? "Uh, I guess,"
I said, noncommittally. I followed the swaying body of my
hostess down the hall; envying her the luxuriant brown hair that
reached almost to the top of the sexy red panties she was
wearing. Kim had almost the same type of hair as I do, and I
found myself vowing to let it grow just as long, if it looked
that good (Something my mother had been trying to persuade me to
do for years, surprisingly enough).
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"Oh, I'm sure you will," she replied happily, seeming sure
that ALL women would be as happily pregnant as she so obviously
was. "Once you've felt your own kids beating their way to life
inside you, there's no way you'll want to stop at just one or
two." For some reason, Kim seemed to be as certain about this as
though she already HAD two or three kids already ... and I know
for certain she was never married, divorced, or even had a real
boyfriend before my brother won her over ... or was it SHE won
HIM over?
I was so embarrassed and confused I could only blush and
nod.
Kim, while not as spectacular a cook as she was a
housekeeper, did a very credible job with meat and potatoes ...
and thankfully wore clothing more decent to the dinner table than
just Bra and Panties. Still, the sexy mini-dress she wore made
the outfit I had been wearing look almost drab in comparison. Or
maybe it was just HER in that outfit. Kim moved and looked SO
sexy, even with her four-month-along tummy sticking out ... and
Mike openly appreciated it in front of me ... his supposedly
innocent little sister.
"Do you have any boyfriends yet, Marcie?" he asked
teasingly. "I'll bet the boys are just beating down the door to
get in your cute little panties."
"Mike!" I ALMOST tossed a wad of mashed-potato at my big
brother ... 'til I remembered the care Kim had spent. "Mom would
have FIT at even the thought," I said.
"Fit?" My big brother giggled. "Mom would have a whole
litter of kittens, if she thought you were fooling around ... but
I'll bet you do anyway ... I did."
"Michael!"
"Don't tease your little sister, Honey." Kim sent me a
smile that eased my embarrassment ... but only for a second as
she continued, "but you're right ... Marcie IS a sexy little
bundle, isn't she? I'll bet you'd like to be the one to stick
that big 'thing' of yours right up inside your sexy little
sister's tight little baby-hole, and pump that cute little tummy
of hers full of your kids, now wouldn't you?"
My brother just grinned, and didn't deny it; while I retired
from the conversation in blushing confusion. The closest thing I
had ever had to real sex, was when I rubbed Tommy Jeeters'
'thing' through his pants one night, until he left a big wet-spot
in them, while he got one hand up under my blouse ... almost to
my tits ... before we heard Mom coming, and she chased the poor
kid away and then sent ME in shame to my room for getting caught
kissing him ... I still shudder to think of what Mom might have
done if she had known what we were REALLY up to. If not for her,
I think I might actually have gotten my first taste of cum that
night ... as it was, it took ... but I'm getting ahead of my
story.
After that, the two of them stopped kidding me ... I guess
they figured they had pulled my leg enough. So, for the rest of
the evening we sat around somewhat watching TV, but mostly with
me bringing up Mike on the Family Doings, while Kim filled me in
a little on HER background.
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I already knew SOME of it. That she was raised mostly on
the farm, until her parents got killed in an auto accident about
two years earlier, and her big brother split up the remaining
family, with each of the boys taking two or three of the little
kids in, and her grandfather taking her big sister. Then she met
Mike, and the rest is history. It seems (if I believe them,
which I do) that Michael was in her cute little panties within
two hours of when they first met; and my brother's potent seed
was making Kim pregnant with his baby, not three days after that.
Kim is a VERY fast worker at getting the guy she wants, and
once she decided on Mike, his fate was sealed. Though my sister-
in-law caters to my big brother's fantasy of a wife, "Barefoot,
Pregnant & In the Kitchen," there's little doubt about who really
runs the family ... as I was to learn even more emphatically
later.
That night, I was just settling down to sleep, when I heard
squeals and giggles coming from the room across the hall. It
wasn't until then I noticed that not one of the interior rooms
had a door on it ... later I noticed that even the bathroom
lacked one.
Curious ... they COULDN'T be doing what I THOUGHT they were
doing ... not with me right in the next room ... could they? Of
course, they were, as I found out when I sneaked up to peek on
them through that open door to their bedroom.
My eyes widened as I saw my sister-in-law slide her sexy
lips up and down the swollen member of my brother's thick prick,
before slithering her way up his body and kissing him; keeping
the engorged appendage happy by stroking and tickling it, while
she whispered obscene things in his ear. I was actually more
shocked to see both of them unashamedly NAKED on the bed, than I
was to see Kim sucking on my brother's penis ... the part of his
body he peed out of. I guess that gives you SOME idea of the
household that my mother ran.
"... see her?" I obviously came in just in time to hear the
middle of an ongoing conversation. Though she was being quiet
enough, the house was even quieter (except for a rhythmic "tic-
toc" of the hall clock through everything), so I could hear
plainly each whispered word, almost as though I was standing next
to them. "I'll bet you'd like to stick this big old nasty thing
right up inside Marcie's tight little slit, and pump your sexy
little sister's cute little tummy full of your babies, wouldn't
you?" she said; repeating the obscene fantasy she had mentioned
earlier.
"Oh God, don't SAY that ... she's my SISTER."
I almost fell down in shock and surprise. Kim was talking
about my brother ... my brother ... my brother ... fucking ME?
and getting me ... No, my mind wouldn't let itself go that far.
"Why not? She's a girl, you're a guy ... what else do you
need? See, your PRICK doesn't mind the idea ... here ... let me
sit on it, and you pretend it's your little sister there, OK?"
"Oh God. Marcie. I just can't do that."
"Why not? As long as you didn't get her pregnant, she'd
probably thank you for the opportunity to learn about sex."
4
Listening in, I hated to admit it, but my sister-in-law was
right. If I wasn't worried about Mom and what she'd say when her
daughter showed up with a big tummy, I'd probably have been the
class slut before now ... even if I WAS only 10 years old. I
seemed to have inherited the sex-drive that Mom so wanted to
suppress in me and my sisters, but obviously hadn't managed to in
my big brother.
"But she's my SISTER," Mike objected again.
"So? What's that got to do with things?" By now, Kim was
sliding up and down my brother's staff ... the thick rod
appearing and disappearing inside her fur-rimmed slit, while she
faced away from him and displayed every inch of her charms and
the fact they were fucking towards the door I had unconsciously
moved closer to ... as if she KNEW I was there, and WANTED me to
see every move she made fucking my big brother. "I started
fucking MY brothers, when I was four or five years younger than
Marcie ... so what's the big deal? Don't you WANT to feel your
own sexy little sister's tight little slit sucking gob after
sticky gob of your thick white baby-juice right up inside her
cute little tummy where it belongs?"
"But ... but ... She's too young ... I mean, what if she
gets pregnant? I can't do that to my own sister!" I almost
collapsed in shock of learning that Kim, my sexy sister-in-law,
had been fucking here own brothers since she was six years
old ... or possibly even younger ... if Kim was to be believed;
and I saw no reason to doubt her. I could tell my big brother
was just as surprised as I was, from his stuttering response to
the way his sexy wife was slaving away on his prick.
"Why not? Mom had the boys get me pregnant for the first
time, when I was six months younger than Marcie; and I certainly
enjoyed it enough."
"Ooohhhhggghh!" I could tell my big brother had just lost
it at this; jamming himself wildly into his wife's sexy body, and
(from what I knew from sex-education) spurting thick white gobs
of baby-making seed in her 14-year-old vagina. Only the fact
that she already WAS pregnant kept Mike from repeating the
process right there. Only when he calmed down, did Mike finally
manage to groan, "Mom would KILL me, if I knocked my little
sister up."
"Hmmmm ... you're probably right ... or more likely her.
Not many mothers are like mine was, breeding me to my own
brothers and father until I was old enough to find a man of my
own like you. Still, you don't HAVE to get her pregnant. You
don't even have to cum in her, you know. Marcie would probably
just be grateful to learn what sex is really like, without having
to worry about somebody catching her making out. Wouldn't you,
Honey?" Here Kim looked me straight in the eyes as she said
this.
Caught! Not only that, but caught spying on my own brother
having sex with his jailbait wife (That's what Mom and Dad called
her). "Mom would KILL me, if I got pregnant," I agreed, weakly.
"See, I TOLD you she wouldn't mind," crowed Kim. "C'mere,
Honey ... You DO want to learn about sex, don't you?"
"Uh ..." I wasn't really sure, and I said so.
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"You don't have to worry ... nobody HERE is going to tell
that dragon of a mother of yours what happens while you're here.
You can experiment all you want, and nobody will ever find out."
"They will if I come home, and my pants are too tight," I
pointed out. I may be only 10 years old, but I know as well as
Kim does how babies are made. Well ... maybe not QUITE as well,
considering what she had implied about her two brothers and ...
and ... and her own father? My mind boggled at the attempt to
surround the idea of having Dad's baby ... No, impossible. Dad
was almost as uptight about sex as Mom was ... again strange
considering how he must have knocked up his own cousin at the
tender age of 12 ... or 13 at the oldest. Yes, I'm fairly sure
(though my parents never discuss it) that they're at least
second, and possibly even first-cousins, with my grandfathers
probably being brothers together about 60 years ago or so. Who
can tell, with the poor records they kept in those days?
"Don't worry ... Mike will be careful ... WON'T you?" said
Kim, looking pointedly at her husband and my brother. Michael
carefully nodded; keeping his face as blank as I've ever seen it.
"Come here ... you might as well get your first good look at
the thing that makes babies in a girl's tummy," said Kim, sliding
herself up and off the slowly wilting prick inside her. My horny
sister-in-law DID seem to have a thing about babies and pricks
making them in girls.
Still, with an invitation like that, it was hard for me to
resist taking a closer look at the thing I had only felt through
a boy's pants before ... and I'll have to admit my first
impression wasn't all that exciting or sexy. In fact ...
"Yuck!" was the first thing I said, looking at the obscene
thing all gooey and slimy-white, looking more like some nasty
worm crawling out of Kim's body than anything else.
"You don't REALLY mean that, do you Honey?" encouraged Kim;
taking her husband's prick and slowly stroking it. "Look ... see
how it throbs with excitement?"
It WAS kind of exciting but ... "It's got that gooey stuff
all over it," I objected.
Kim smiled at my naivete (big words again) and then did
something that almost blew my mind away. The sexy teenager bent
over closer to my brother's penis, and PUT THE HEAD IN HER MOUTH!
I almost fainted at the sight. Only instead of being
grossed out like you might expect, Kim seemed to LIKE the taste
of the white stuff dribbling down my brother's prick! I knew
that sperm (well, OK, cum with sperm inside it) came squirting
out of a man's penis, and up inside a woman to make a baby. I
EVEN knew that some women sometimes let a man ejaculate his sperm
in their mouths ... as a way to make the man feel good, without
risking a baby in the belly. I also know that SOME women even
liked to swallow it ... and I had even had masturbatory fantasies
of letting Tommy "cum" in my mouth and swallowing it ... but that
was different. Letting a man cum down your throat (as it were)
was somehow less ... less obscene than licking it off of his
prick after ... after squirting it inside you? Gaahhh! I
shivered at the very thought.
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"Tasty," said Kim, pulling her head off my brother, and
licking up a stray drop threatening to run down the side of the
penis pulsing in her hand. "Mmmmm. you should try it."
I couldn't help myself. All the time I was shaking my head
in denial, my body was taking me closer to the obscene member in
my sister-in-law's hand. I couldn't help taking a sniff, as I
almost had my nose next to Kim's. A starchy, almost yeasty
smell ... kind of like the fresh-baked bread Mom sometimes made
on weekends, when she had lots of time. Kind of sour too; but
not really nasty smelling.
"Lick it," prompted Kim; holding my brother's prick out to
me, where another bubble of white was starting to form at the
tip, matching the white streaks down the side.
Again, I couldn't help myself. Some lewd fascination just
drove me to lap at the white bubble oozing from the tip of my own
brother's penis ... nothing. No taste at all, though the yeasty
smell was even stronger. Just a slight cloying sensation of
stickiness on the tongue.
"Take a bigger lick ... it's GOOD," prompted Kim, again.
I did. This time, my tongue almost involuntarily licked up
the entire bubble forming at the tip. Slightly sweet, and with a
little tang ... but not really good like Kim suggested ... on the
other hand, not really nasty like I had feared either.
"Lick it ALL up, like a good girl," crooned Kim, like a
mother cat teaching it's kittens to drink milk. "Make your big
brother feel good!"
"This feels good to you?" I asked in surprise.
Mike nodded silently, then added, "Oooohh, does it ever!"
"Mmmm," I said. Then, I suddenly opened my mouth and
swallowed over half my brother's prick, surprising both me and
him in the process. If I had given myself a chance to think, I
never would have drummed up the nerve; but with Kim there
silently goading me on, it seemed the thing to do. I couldn't
get the whole thing in my mouth (thinking about it, neither had
Kim) but I did manage to swallow almost half. The cloying taste
was much stronger, and the smell seemed to incite feelings in me
I didn't know I had.
I ran my tongue around the suddenly stiffening member, and
swallowed. Not bad ... not really good, but not bad either. I
could see some girls actually getting to like the taste; though I
was sure I wouldn't ... maybe it was an acquired taste (as they
say). I slipped my mouth up and down on Mike's prick ... not
really believing the obscene thing I was doing ... sucking my own
brother's cock?! If Mom could see me now!
"How was THAT?" I asked proudly; looking to both my big
brother and Kim for reassurance.
"Oooohhhhh," Groaned Mike, "Don't stop now!"
"I'd say you were doing pretty good, for a beginner,"
commented Kim with a grin. The brunette had one finger twiddling
the hole between her legs, and the other hand running in circles
around her breasts. I noticed they seemed even BIGGER now, if
possible; and the nipples stuck out like pencils ... which made
me notice that MY nipples were also swollen like they never had
been before ... stiff and erect.
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My cunny let loose a gush of wetness; and I knew that if
Tommy Jeeters had been there right then, I would have LET him
stick his "thing" right up inside me, and yes even squirt in me
too. I was that hot.
"Don't stop," said Kim, repeating her husband. "He needs
you to finish, OK?"
MY eyes got wide at the very thought of what this implied.
"I'll do it, if you can't." Kim seemed to take pity on me.
"No ... no, I'll do it," I said; not really believing I was
saying that. "Just give me a chance, OK?"
Kim didn't say another word; just looking at me expectantly.
It took me a second to steel myself; but it wasn't really
that bad. Once I wrapped my mouth around my brother's prick, the
rest came easily. I even found myself licking up stray drops
around the edges each time I came up for air. Yes, I sucked my
own brother off.
Once I got started, and with a reminder not to use my teeth
from Kim (which I didn't really need) I started sucking and using
my mouth on my own big brother's prick; trying to make it feel
like a vagina sucking out his sperm into a woman's uterus. (Yes,
I figured that was what a man needed to feel, from what I knew
from sex-education.) Mike DID seem to like it too.
"Oooh, Marcie, I'm going to cum ... you'd better stop."
I heard my big brother's warning, but also looked over at
his wife, who gave me a shake of the head. Kim did NOT want me
to quit, now that I had gotten started.
"Mmmmmpph, MMmmmdd," I mumbled; trying to say, "Go ahead,"
with my mouth full of prick.
It took longer than I thought ... or than Mike obviously
thought too. In fact, almost five minutes passed, and my jaw was
starting to get tired, when I heard Mike groan again, as he
involuntarily grabbed me by the hair; almost YANKING my face down
on his prick, while it seemed to swell in my mouth. Then
suddenly I was almost choking, as thick white goo spurted into
the back of my throat while Mike forced even more of his
squirting member into my mouth as far as it would go. In fact, I
DID gag a little; and some of his cum got up in my sinuses and
ran out my nose before he slowed down. I had just given my first
blow-job ... and to my own big brother!
"Oh God, Thanks, Marcie."
By that time, Mike's prick had been shrinking, until
suddenly I was able to get ALL of it in my mouth and strip the
last sticky drops of cum from inside it. I felt like I would be
tasting cum for the next three days ... but Kim was right ... it
wasn't all that bad ... in fact, it tasted pretty good. I
decided I'd give my big brother a blow-job any time he wanted
one ... as long as Kim didn't object, or Mom find out about it,
that is.
Talking about Kim ....
"NICE job," she commented. "I know I didn't do HALF that
good on my first time ... that WAS your first time, wasn't it?"
I nodded mutely; wiping a sticky drop of cum out of my eye,
that had mysteriously gotten there somehow ... and then
swallowing the cum off my finger, somewhat to my own surprise. I
guess cum IS an acquired taste like I thought it was.
8
"YOUR turn now," said Kim enigmatically (big words I know,
for a 10-year-old ... but all of our family reads voraciously).
"Mike ... MICHAEL! Your little sister need help now ... Don't
you DARE go to sleep on her!"
"Huh?" I said. I was so wound up I wasn't sure WHAT was
happening, after giving that blow-job to my own brother. I felt
nervous, shaky, jittery, and WANTING something; but I didn't know
what it was, except it was NOT sleep. Kim obviously knew exactly
what I needed, while in my inexperience I didn't.
"Lay back on the bed," she prompted me.
"But I ... but I don't have anything ON under this ..." I
started, embarrassedly; forgetting for a moment just what I had
been doing to Mike. A snicker from both parties made me blush
even more at the reminder. Obediently, I leaned back, and didn't
object when Kim pulled my nightshirt up almost to my neck.
"Get busy, Big Brother," she commanded. "Your little sister
needs you."
For a moment, I was afraid Mike was going to fuck me right
then; but instead he moved DOWN the bed instead of up, as I
relaxed. The next thing I knew, the most wonderful feeling I had
ever felt started between my legs. I couldn't believe how much
better Mike's finger felt inside me than my own did. I looked
down, and couldn't believe what I saw ... My big brother was
LICKING me between the legs, where I peed out of! Oh my God!
"Oh Mike ... Oh Mike ... You don't have to ... Oh God, that
feels good ... Mike! ... that's where I PEE out of ... MICHAEL!"
"You licked HIM. It's HIS turn to make YOU feel good,"
explained Kim with a grin. Suddenly it made sense. God ... no
WONDER Mike liked it so much when I sucked on him, if it felt
half this good. I stopped objecting; and just lay back and let
the feelings rush over me.
For minutes that seemed like hours, my body wound up tighter
and tighter, but never seemed to reach what it was trying for.
"My turn," said Kim, when her husband seemed to be tiring.
For a second I caught my breath; then the sensations seemed
to get even greater. Kim was even better at this than my big
brother was! Oh God ... I felt like a clock wound up ready to
strike; but the time never reached midnight.
"Marcie?"
"Huh?" I could barely think.
"Marcie ... how'd you like to feel Mike's 'thing' in you?"
"Won't it hurt?" I asked. I remembered tales about what
happened when you lost your virginity. For some reason, I
couldn't even think of the other dangers involved.
"No ... he won't put it that far in ... I think you need to
feel the real thing to get off, OK?"
"OK." If Kim had asked if she could cut off my head, I
would have agreed ... as long as it gave me the relief I needed.
"It's all right ... he won't cum in you." Kim soothed THAT
worry away before it even started. At that moment though, I
wouldn't have cared if my brother PLANNED on cumming in me and
even knocking me up with his baby ... I NEEDED relief, and I was
GOING to get it!
"Do it," said Kim. Mike, "Did it."
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The next thing I knew, there was the strangest STRETCHING
sensation between my legs; and then a wonderful FULL sensation as
my brother settled himself on top of me, while Kim helped him
insert his penis inside the part of my body that wanted ... no,
NEEDED something big and hard inside it. God, that felt good. I
guess first licking me, then watching a lezzie-show with his wife
and little sister (Yes, I know what a lesbian is ... Geez, I'm 10
years old, you know!) had gotten Mike hard again ... just in
time.
As I said, God did that feel good. Then, suddenly I felt
empty again as Mike pulled it out ... then wonderfully full
again. This time I didn't LET my big brother pull out. Suddenly
cramps ran through my body, and I felt my pussy clamp down on my
brother's penis, HARD. Once, twice, then three times the cramps
ran through my body in glorious release!
"Oh Marcie I .... I'm gonna ... MARCIE ... I've got to ...
Oh shit."
I was feeling too good to pay attention, as I felt my big
brother's prick swell once, twice, and then three times itself,
in response to the squeezing hugs my vagina couldn't help but
give in return; each of us feeding off the other's surges of
sensation. As I said several times before, God, did that feel
good.
It was only AFTER the rutting between my legs had subsided,
and Kim spoke up sharply, that I realized what had happened.
"Mike ... MICHAEL! You weren't supposed to cum in her!" Like
Mike said ... oh shit.
"Well, I SUPPOSE that you got a pretty good lesson in sex,"
commented Kim dryly. "Only it wasn't supposed to be THAT good a
lesson." Yeah, right. "I'd better get you cleaned out, before
any of those nasty little wrigglers of your brother get up inside
you, and your mother wonders why your panties are getting tight,"
she completed.
I was too weak from cumming for the first time with a prick
spurting thick white cum inside me to say anything in response.
In fact, it took BOTH of them handling me to practically CARRY me
into the bathroom, where Kim got out her douche-bag,
(immaculately clean ... like the rest of the bathroom) me in the
tub; and supervised my washing the thick white goo her husband
had left inside me out of my vagina.
"Some people say it just washes it up inside you like
this ... but most think it reduces your chance of catching. What
the heck were you thinking about anyway. Didn't you KNOW he
would cum in you, if you didn't let him go like that?"
Of course, I didn't ... and I hadn't been in any condition
to care if he did when he did. Kim seemed to realize that.
"This isn't doing any good," she finally decided, as yet
another thick white drop oozed out of me, even AFTER washing
twice. "I guess you'll just have to take your chances. When was
your last period, anyway?"
It took me about two minutes to collect my thoughts enough
to answer. "I dunno ... about a week ago ... I think ... Yes ...
it was last Saturday and Dad was watching TV, when the Lakers
were on."
10
"Well ... not your best time to catch ... but not your worst
either. Like I said, you'll just have to take your chances, OK?"
"OK ... I guess. Mom will still kill me, if she finds out."
Kim didn't answer. However, when I started back to my bed,
she said, "Oh heck ... why don't you sleep in here with us?
You've already GOT my husband's sperm in your tummy ... I guess
you're now about as close to family as you can get ... The only
way you could get any closer is if you really DID get pregnant by
your brother."
Like I said, I was too far gone to even think of objecting.
Five minutes later we were all snuggled up in Kim and Mike's
kingsize bed, in a girl-boy-girl sandwich. Five minutes after
that, I was asleep; no longer even caring if my brother's potent
sperm found an egg to fertilize inside me that night or not.
It was early morning, when I woke up to some kind of
argument. "Why don't you ask HER?" Kim was saying. "There's
probably no better time than now, after what happened last night;
so why not see what she says. I don't think she'd want to miss
the opportunity ... I sure wouldn't."
"UhuH?" I semi-groaned.
"Uh ... Marcie?"
"Yeah," I acknowledged that I was awake.
"You remember last night ... what happened?"
Oh shit! Suddenly I was wide awake. "Yeah," I said. "Mom
is going to KILL me, when I start to get fat."
"Uh ... I wouldn't worry TOO much ... most girls don't get
pregnant on their first try; and it isn't really the best time of
month for you to catch anyway. OK?"
"Oh ... then what were you and Mike arguing about?"
"Well ... I was thinking about you and how most girls your
age think about sex and wonder what it's like, but don't dare
find out ... unlike me ... and so I was thinking ..."
"Yeah?" I asked suspiciously. My listening to my sister-in-
law's suggestions was what landed me in this pickle of wondering
if my pants were going to get tight in the first place. And
getting pregnant was bad enough ... but by my own big brother?
Mom would have a whole litter of kittens if she ever found out
we'd even had sex together, let alone the two of us having full
unprotected vaginal intercourse with my own brother putting his
engorged penis inside my vagina and his thick white sperm pumping
a baby into my womb. I shuddered at the prospect.
"Uh ..." Kim was almost apologetic (as well she should be).
"I was thinking," she said. "You already HAVE your brother's
sperm inside you ... so if you're going to catch today, you
probably already have ..."
"So?" I asked.
"So ... well, what we ... I mean what I was thinking was ...
if you had REAL sex with him right now, it probably wouldn't
increase your chances all that much ... so why not do it while
you can. I mean, you can't go on the pill or anything, so why
not TRY real sex the one chance you've got ... if you see what I
mean," she ended weakly.
11
I did ... see what she meant. "You mean you WANT your
husband to ... to ..." I couldn't say it.
"To fuck you, so you can feel what it's like ... just once,
while it's safe to do so. You don't have to, if you don't want
to. Only I was just remembering how I felt when I was your age.
I sure wouldn't have missed a chance to get laid ... and come to
think of it, I never did," Kim ended, with kind of a giggle.
"Just ONCE, you'll get to feel the real thing ... with a real MAN
putting his prick inside you, and filling your tummy with sperm,
while your big brother actually TRIES to get you pregnant with
his baby. Like I say, there's probably no safer time than right
now. By tomorrow, the risk will probably be too great ... in
about three or four days, you'd almost certainly get knocked-up
if he came in you while you're ovulating. At least this once
you'd get to feel what the real thing is like ... whaddya say?"
"You really don't mind?" I couldn't believe my sister-in-
law wasn't jealous about me fucking her husband ... my own
brother ... and taking my hated virginity. (Yes, hated. I
wanted SO badly to not-be a virgin any more ... only the chances
of getting VD or knocked-up by some jerk of a boy had kept me
from doing anything ... up to now.) Now my oversexed sister-in-
law didn't mind if her husband, my brother, fucked me? Minded?
Heck, it seemed that the horny slut had set the whole thing up to
GET me to spend the morning with my big brother pumping thick
white gobs of baby-juice into my womb ... but I was too excited
at the prospect to be even annoyed with her. "Let's DO it," I
said, before she had a chance to change her mind.
So we did it ... yes, I had my own big brother get between
my legs, fuck me, take my virginity, and cum in thick white
gushes of baby-making seed squirting wildly into my sucking womb,
while I did everything a 10-year-old girl can do to get pregnant
by her own brother.
Only it wasn't just that simple a "slam, bam, thank you mam"
deal. My brother did it up right, while his wife looked on and
made sure I got the full treatment she figured all little girls
deserve from their big brothers.
I was already pretty hot from just thinking about what Kim
had suggested. I mean, except for fingers in the middle of the
night, I'd never had any real sex before yesterday. I don't
count rubbing Tommy Jeeters off through his pants. I mean, I
never even got to see his 'thing,' let along hold it and (yuck)
suck on it, or (shudder) let him put it inside me. Thinking of
actually having real vaginal intercourse (big words again) with
my sexy big brother, while his wife actually encouraged him to
take my virginity and ... and try to get me pregnant? Gawd!
I shuddered at the prospect. Somehow, while the very idea
of having my brother take the chance and squirt incestuous sperm
right inside me was so scary I almost fainted, it was also quite
a turn-on too! There's something extremely exciting about doing
something really dumb and dangerous like that ... and I think Kim
was doing it intentionally to increase the thrill for me. I
don't think she REALLY intended Mike to get me pregnant; though
I'm sure the thought did turn her on. Only things just got out
of hand.
12
Kim didn't give me a chance to think about worries like
pregnancy or Mom finding out what I was doing when I went to
visit my brother and his young wife. She made sure my mind was
occupied with other things ... like her mouth on my titties and
Mike's fingers between my legs.
I wasn't nearly as big in the tit department as Kim was ...
and she's no Dolly Parton. It would be several years probably
before I got even as big as her, as our whole family never did
get very big on top. Thankfully, the men around here seemed to
like nice small tits as well as other men seem to like topheavy
blondes. (Yes, I'm a brunette, just like Kim.)
But not being big in the bosom doesn't mean my tits don't
feel just as much as some older woman who's got bazongas hanging
down to her knees! I had long since learned that rubbing and
stroking my boobs was almost as satisfactory as rubbing myself
between my legs ... and sometimes even better as the top of my
hole occasionally got too sensitive to touch when I got really
excited.
Kim and Mike didn't let me get too involved with what was
between my legs at first. Before I fully realized what was going
on, I had my brother suckling like a baby on my left tit, while
his wife nursed on the other. I couldn't even lift my head far
enough to see which of them was doing things between my legs;
though I assume it was Mike.
I almost doubled up in a giggling ball, when Mike paused in
his ministrations to my tits; and dragged his slickery tongue
down my chest where he licked me in the bellybutton. God, that
felt so ... so erotic, so funny, and so ... so intimate all at
the same time. In a way, it was more intimate than kissing or
even what we had done the night before.
Just as I started to get used to Mike's tongue tickling my
navel, Kim released her hold on my right tit, and moved HER mouth
up to meet mine.
"Oh! Kim, this isn't right ... I mean I ... I ...
MMmpphth!" Kim's mouth covered mine before I managed to finish
blurting out that it just wasn't right for two girls to kiss each
other! I mean, it was bad enough for her to let her own husband,
(MY BROTHER) do nasty things to his little sister (ME). It was
even nastier, and somewhat obscene for her to join him in sucking
my boobs. But this was ... oh God, this was NASTY. I mean,
girls just DON'T make love to girls, do they?!?!
With Kim, it seems they do. After a minute or so with her
stroking me on one side and Mike tickling my navel with his
tongue and stroking my legs, it somehow felt RIGHT to have his
wife's mouth covering mine. I was starting to really get into
it, when things got REALLY nasty ... I mean so nasty you wouldn't
believe it! Kim stuck her tongue in my mouth!
The shock of feeling my sister-in-law's tongue slide between
my lips and yes, even her tongue touching mine made me sit up and
almost throw both of them off me. "What the fuck do you think
you are DOING?" I almost exploded.
"Kissing you," chuckled Mike, "what else?"
"KISSING!" I exclaimed. "But you ... she I mean ... I mean
she stuck her tongue in my mouth, and she's a GIRL!"
"Uhuh," agreed Mike. "Pretty good, isn't she?"
13
I was so shocked at my brother's calm acceptance of his wife
kissing me like another lover ... and in SUCH an obscene manner,
that I didn't object when they laid me back down on the bed and
resumed where they left off ... almost as if there hadn't been
any interruption at all.
Deciding that after all THEY were the experts about sex, not
me, I relaxed; and this time when Kim's tongue slipped between my
lips I didn't resist. Gawd, they were right. There's something
incredibly erotic about kissing somebody else with your mouth
open like that. And when his (her) tongue slips inside your
mouth and licks you inside ... I almost started having an orgasm
right then ... and believe it or not, even with all of my
masturbation before, I never really had one until the previous
night. My body started to shake and quiver. My mind seemed to
go blank, except for the tongue in my mouth, the tickling in my
belly, and the sensation that spread down to where Mike's hand
was stroking all around my crack until I was hunching desperately
to make him press harder into me with his hand. I was close ....
OH so close to ... to ... oh God!
"I think this little girl is ready," commented Mike, causing
Kim to stop.
"I think you're right," she agreed with a giggle. "If
Marcie gets any readier, we'll have to clean the sheets off."
"Uh ... don't stop," I groaned. "It was just getting to be
good!"
"Oh, we're not stopping ... In fact we're just getting
started ... aren't we, Big Brother?" With this reminder of my
relationship to her husband, Kim scooted back down to where she
could reach my tits with her mouth again. Before bringing
another groan of pleasure from me, she said, "Stick something
hard in your little sister now, so she can FEEL it."
Oh God ... Kim didn't mean ... I braced myself; having heard
from other girls about the pain of losing your virginity.
Only Kim didn't mean that ... yet. Or at least Mike didn't
take it to mean what I was scared of. But I DID feel something
thick and hard slide right up inside my crack until I yelped in
slight pain.
"Hey, easy!" consoled Kim, looking annoyed at her husband.
"You're supposed to break her cherry with your PRICK, you prick,
not your stupid finger!"
"Oh God ... she's so tight inside."
I didn't know it then, but my big brother Michael was about
to squirt thick sticky cum all over my belly ... just from the
erotic sensation of feeling his own little sister's cunny
squeezing on his fingers! I never realized that men were on that
much of a hair-trigger. Kim however, did. "Do it," she said.
I was just starting to LIKE my big brother's finger sliding
in and out of my hot little hole, when he pulled out.
"Oooohhh," I groaned. "Please." I don't know exactly what
I was pleading for; but I didn't want things to stop NOW!
"Spread your legs, Honey."
14
Kim's quiet words almost shocked me back into sanity. If
there's anything about sex that EVERY woman knows, it's what it
means to "spread your legs" for a man. Still, even knowing the
dangers involved, the chance that Mom might find out, the almost
certainty that Mike would cum inside me, even the slight chance
of pregnancy wasn't enough to stop me from spreading my legs
almost involuntarily until I was doing the splits for my big
brother; holding both legs at more than right-angles to my body.
(Yes, I can not only do the splits; but I can actually lift each
foot a good three inches off the floor, with my crotch touching
it ... I like to show off sometimes.) I watched as Mike
approached me with precum drooling prick.
"Last chance, Honey," came a quiet voice off to my left. I
looked and Kim was standing beside me with a tiny rubber circlet
that somehow I knew exactly what it was without ever seeing one
before.
I looked at Kim, then back at my big brother, then back at
Kim again. Still, I couldn't bring myself to say a word as Mike
watched me closely for any sign to stop while he inched slowly
closer to me. I knew I should say something ... ANYTHING to stop
him ... but I couldn't. The offer of the condom was clear ...
but somehow my throat was so choked-up I couldn't get a word out.
"Oh!" I gasped, when I got the first tickle as my most
private part was touched by something warm, soft, and yes wet
with slippery stuff. I felt my eyes open wide, and I was staring
at the ceiling now, instead at either of the other two parties in
the room. In particular, I was NOT looking at either of them in
the face.
"Ooooh." I'm not sure if that exclamation was made by me,
Kim, or my brother ... or maybe all three of us. It was caused
however by something I did know ... the sensation of my own
brother's fat prick spreading the lips of my cunny apart in a
manner his finger just wasn't able to. Oh God, I was almost
being fucked. If I didn't speak up quickly, I was going to be
fucked without any protection at all!
"Oh Mike I ...." I was ABOUT to say I couldn't go through
with it without the condom, when all of a sudden I WAS doing it.
Two solid inches of fat brotherly prick slid inside me;
stretching my virginity almost to the breaking point. My
objection changed to a squeak of pain. "I .... I .... Ieeek!"
"Easy, Sis," he comforted me. "It only hurts the first
time."
"But Mike I ... mmmpphghpphhthh!" My objection was
smothered as he kissed me; effectively stopping me from telling
him that what I was objecting to was fucking without the rubber.
Ten seconds later it was probably way too late, as with a sudden
shove and a yelp into his covering mouth from me, my virginity
was gone, and my own brother's thick fat prick was buried halfway
in my body ... leaking precum and probably sperm inside me
already. I decided it was too late to object. Besides ... it
might be fun to take the chance just this once. Scary ... REAL
scary ... but exciting too; somewhat like riding a roller
coaster.
15
I knew the chances of getting pregnant at that moment were
really pretty slim (unlike what it would be in a few days from
then) but the chance was always there. Even if I had been in the
middle of having a period, there would STILL be a chance ... even
if that chance was pretty slim. But somehow, even that tiny
possibility just made the act all that much sexier, thrilling,
and yes even more fun. Don't ask me to explain it more than
that.
I was jerked back to reality when Mike groaned, "Oh Jesus,
I'm gonna ... ooOOoooh."
"Don't you DARE, Michael Finster!"
Kim's admonishment managed to stop Mike, even as I felt a
bulge start to ripple through the fat sausage inside me ... such
a scary, sexy, and thoroughly erotic thought that he might be
ejaculating inside me even then.
"Now you FUCK your little sister properly first. Marcie
needs to know what sex really is, not just a fast fuck where you
get off inside her; so do it right, you hear me?"
Somehow Kim's words (and I guess more importantly her tone)
managed to stop Mike from exploding inside me; and he settled
more firmly between my legs.
"Ooooh, that feels good," I couldn't help saying, in spite
of the twinges of my lost virginity. Later I would wonder what
all the fuss about losing your cherry was about ... I had barely
noticed the loss of mine; and here I was actually fucking my own
brother, with his prick buried to the hilt in the hole I
previously had only used to pee out of. It DID feel good. No
wonder people liked to fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. What a
wonderful word. As I thought this, I pushed back at my brother
with each powerful shove he made into me. Gawd, I could get to
like doing this.
"Put your legs around me, Marcie."
"Huh?" I looked up at the sweaty face almost in my own.
"Wrap your legs around your brother, and pull him into you."
"Oh." Somehow, when Kim said it, it made more sense.
Dropping my legs down, I almost instinctively found the right way
to wrap them about my big brother until we were almost one person
working to slide that lovely thick cylinder in and out. I was
getting close ... SO close. For a second or two, Mike kissed me
almost as deeply as Kim had ... and the obscene sensation of his
tongue licking mine and the taste of HIS mouth almost sent me
over ... almost ... almost ... ALMOST!
"Oh shit!"
"What?" Damn! My brother had stopped moving; and was
suddenly holding himself hard up inside me while he shuddered and
gasped. Then he almost collapsed on me, groaning. "I'm sorry
Marcie," he almost cried, "I couldn't help it."
Huh? Couldn't help WHAT? Then it dawned on me ... it was
over ... my big brother had cum inside me, and I hadn't made it
yet ... Damn, and I was SO close.
"No you don't, you big shit!" said a disgusted voice beside
me. "Marcie almost made it ... don't you DARE leave your little
sister hanging, or I'll leave YOU hanging for the next WEEK you
bastard!"
16
Well, Mike tried; I'll give him credit. He actually started
stroking in and out again. But it didn't work. Now that I was
so much slicker inside, my brother just couldn't get the
sensations needed to remain hard ... and his wilting prick just
wasn't the same to me either. As they say in the old joke, "A
hard man is good to find." In spite of striving mightily, within
30 seconds Mike slid out of me, and was too soft to get back
in ... though he really did try.
"Michael!" warned Kim again, this time with steel in her
voice.
"Yes, Dear ... I know," replied Mike; seeming to steel
himself for something.
The next thing I knew I was sighing with disappointment as
my big brother slid off me and I relaxed in a frustrated heap on
the bed. Not five seconds later I was amazed at the most obscene
thing I ever heard of, let alone saw or felt. Between my legs
was a sticky, smeary mess, where I guess my big brother had left
enough little wriggling tadpoles to knock up the whole class of
girls at school ... and my brother was lowering his head between
my legs to lap it up!
"Mike, MIKE I .... I ... Oh Mike." I couldn't stop him.
Before I knew it, Mike's tongue had taken the place of his
prick ... for the better! And to top things off, his sexy wife
was back nursing on my titties again.
This time, things didn't stop until I was jerking and
thrashing and involuntarily yanking on Kim's hair until I bet she
thought I was going to pull it out! In the background I could
vaguely hear somebody's keening wail of a scream reach a
crescendo ... it wasn't until afterwards I realized that shriek
came from me.
Only when I finally had to weakly push my big brother's face
out of my crotch because I was way too sensitive down there, did
either one of the two quit on me.
"Well," giggled Kim, "I guess you can say you've officially
been fucked."
I looked down at the smeary mess between my legs; and
thought of the sperm probably wriggling its way into my womb at
that moment and had to agree. "I guess I am," I sighed. I hoped
I wasn't pregnant; but somehow wasn't about to worry about it. I
was too relaxed and yes happy from having my first (or was it my
second) orgasm ... and losing my virginity to my own horny big
brother.
Somehow I drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't until several hours later that I woke up to a
satisfied ache in my groin and an uncomfortable ickyness where I
was sleeping on a damp spot, while wonderful smells announced
that breakfast was almost ready in the other room.
Kim came bustling in the room right about then, and almost
stripped the bedding from under me; while hurrying me into the
shower to get ready.
All through breakfast I watched my hostess carefully to see
if she showed the slightest bit of jealousy or anger at me
preempting her husband earlier and using him up like that, so she
didn't get the sex she was so obviously used to. But she didn't.
17
Watching that closely, I noticed the difference between
Kim's methods and my mother's. When my sister-in-law poured
coffee, she not only poured it without spilling a drop; but
carefully wiped up even the water spots. A grain of sugar didn't
land on the tablecloth without being wiped up immediately,
instead of waiting until after breakfast to wipe the whole table.
The pans weren't tossed into the sink for after-breakfast cleanup
either; being rinsed and placed carefully into the dishwasher as
each finished its intended use. All of this wasn't overt or
obnoxious; just careful planning and smooth acting. If you
didn't watch closely what was going on, you hardly noticed that
the moment breakfast was finished, the kitchen was almost as
clean as before breakfast started ... almost.
"I'll be out in a minute, Mike ... 'you want to help here,
Marcie?"
I never knew until later how much Kim was offering by
letting me help make her kitchen spotless again; but I found
myself polishing the stove and counter, while Kim somehow
directed me at the same time she cleaned up each tiny spill on
the floor ... by hand! Then we ended up backing out of the
kitchen while she wiped up the last footprint, and took my rag
and hers down to the basement ... where I soon heard the rumble
of the washing machine join that of the upstairs dishwasher.
Then back into the bedroom to make up the bed with FRESH linen,
and from there into the bathroom to clean up the mess I hadn't
even realized I made in there when showering.
If this sounds like we slaved for hours cleaning, while Mike
vegged out on the sofa, you've got it all wrong. Mike was doing
other work, and stuff in the living room, and it barely took half
an hour total to clean the kitchen, make the bed, and wipe up in
the bathroom. It seems that KEEPING a place clean was far less
effort than I would have believed. Mom and Dad always taught us
kids to clean up our messes AFTER we made them ... not like Kim
who cleaned up as she went along.
When we came back into the living-room, we all sat down to
talk ... only talking with my big brother and his sexy wife was
hard to do; as they made kind of a permanent distraction. You
see, instead of taking separate chairs, Kim settled right down on
top of my big brother in the easy chair ... and yes, they fucked
right there in front of me!!!!
Actually, it wasn't really fucking like Kim had done the
night before, or I had done that morning. It was just that under
her miniskirt, Kim wasn't wearing ANYTHING, and Mike was still
just wearing a robe. So, when she sat down on him, he pointed
his prick up at her, and she slid down on him like it was the
most natural thing in the world. From then on, the two of them
sat there, while we all talked about what I was going to do for
the two weeks Mom and Dad were gone, what I thought of the
neighborhood, how things were going at home. But (at first at
least) not a word was said about the sex I had gotten from her
husband and my brother.
18
We must have spent over an hour just talking and visiting;
with Kim getting off her brother twice ... once to make coffee
again and offer us all some, and once to get a picture of HER
family to show me. Each time she settled back onto that spike of
my brother's, as if it belonged inside her tight little hole ...
which I guess it did.
"Hold on a second," said Kim suddenly, as I was explaining
what I expected to do that fall in school. I watched as her face
squinched up; and her breath came in pants, while her belly
started making gyrations that were almost obscene ... and far
more erotic than any belly-dancer I'd seen on television.
"Oooohhh," groaned Mike; as Kim lifted her short little
skirt until I could plainly see where the two lovers were joined.
Shortly a white bubble appeared running down his prick; and
he suddenly collapsed.
"Do it, do it," groaned Kim, "pump that baby-juice in me."
"Oh God, you hot little slut," groaned Mike in return.
"You're so fucking naughty ... fucking me right in front of my
innocent little sister. Oh God, you're such a slut."
"Ummm," shuddered Kim; obviously enjoying the thick squirts
of my brother's sperm in her tummy just as much as Mike was.
"Not so innocent. Your horny little sister probably had as much
of your baby juice in her cute little tummy as I do ... and she
seems to like it there just as much too."
"Huh?" This from me. While I HAD enjoyed fucking Mike, I
sure wasn't too enamored about carrying his sperm inside me. I
just hadn't managed to stop him in time.
Kim looked at me and giggled ... as if she could see right
through me. "Well, you didn't get up and drain it out this
morning," she pointed out. "You just lay there and went to sleep
with his cum inside you, so you could let it soak in. In fact,
you STILL haven't cleaned up between your legs properly ... I'm
going to have to clean that chair when you get up."
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I hadn't even thought about
that. But my horny sister-in-law was SO right. Oh double-shit.
So I went into the bathroom, and cleaned up, took a shower,
cleaned the shower, wiped the floor up, and returned to the
living-room to clean up the mess on the couch.
Only (of course) Kim had beaten me to it; and except for a
faintly pleasant smell and a damp spot, the couch was spotless
again. "Uh ... what about YOU?" I asked. "Don't YOU want to use
the bathroom to clean up?"
Kim giggled and lifted her short little skirt. There,
poking out between the cleft of her slit was a white string. My
slutty sister-in-law was using a tampon to keep Mike's sperm
inside her. Oh God. I got hot just thinking about it.
Well, except for the fact that neither of us girls wore
panties, shoes, OR socks that whole day, the rest of the day
passed fairly normally. If you count TWO horny sluts barefoot,
pregnant, and in the kitchen as normal. (Well, I wasn't pregnant
YET, like Kimmy was; but that wasn't from lack of trying.)
19
That evening, when the news was on TV, my brother and his
wife repeated the actions of the morning with him inside her
while they watched the boob-tube. Only when she had another
thick white helping of my brother's potent seed in her hot little
hole, did Kim make dinner ... with a fresh tampon holding his
sperm inside her. No wonder the horny slut got pregnant so fast.
That night, I was just settling down into MY bed ...
pointedly ignoring Kim's open invitation to join her and Mike,
when my big brother came into the room and slid in bed with me.
"Mike, what are you DOING?" I whispered, as if afraid his
wife would find out he was slipping in bed with me.
"Fucking you, what do you think?" he replied laconically.
I was too surprised to resist. The next thing I knew, my
legs were spread, and my handsome big brother's thick prick was
sinking into my body, while I almost automatically wrapped my
legs around him and worked to get it farther up inside me.
"Mike," I barely managed to object, "you aren't going to cum
in me again, are you?" Oh God, did it feel good to have him
sliding in and out of me like that..
"Just a little," he reassured me.
Just a little?!?! Oh God, even one tiny squirt was enough
to get me pregnant ... and I was one whole day closer to
ovulating; with each day passing increasing my chances of
"catching" tremendously. I opened my mouth to object; but it was
already too late.
"Oh God Marcie, here it comes," he groaned; while
simultaneously thrusting HARD up inside me. God did that feel
good. I didn't cum myself; but I DID enjoy it very much.
Then, with a kiss, a hug, and a, "Thanks, Marcie" Mike
pulled out and left me with a creamy snatch full of my own
brother's thick white seed.
Ten minutes later I woke with a start ... sweating
profusely! I had ALMOST pulled the same stupid stunt as I had in
the morning, and gone to sleep with my brother's sperm soaking
into my womb. I wondered for a moment just HOW daft I had
gotten; and if I was as unconsciously TRYING to get pregnant as
it seems my horny sister-in-law was.
I padded into the bathroom and cleaned up; trying to ignore
the panting and, "Oh Yes!" squeaks of pleasure coming from the
other bedroom, combined with the unmistakable rhythmic creaking
of bedsprings that even preschoolers know the meaning of.
By the time I had drained what I could of my brother's cum
out of me and patted myself dry with a tissue, the bedroom was
quiet. I carefully wiped the sink down with a fresh tissue and
tossed it into the toilet before going to bed myself. I never
would have believed a man could "do it" that often, if I hadn't
heard it with my own ears and seen it with my own eyes and felt
it squirting inside me with my own snatch (to paraphrase Chicken
Little).
The next morning, I didn't hear squeaks coming from the
bedroom next door, or even breakfast making; so I decided I would
just get up myself. I had just started to take a shower; washing
the fishy smell from between my legs, when I became aware of two
other bodies in the room.
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It was then I really became aware of the hazards of not
having a bathroom door, as my big brother slipped into the shower
with me; pulling the glass door shut behind him. Through the
rippled glass, I could make out the naked form of my sister-in-
law taking a piss.
"Mike, what are you DOING in here?" I said; somehow knowing
exactly what he planned on doing anyway.
"Washing your back," he said; grabbing the soap and doing
just that. There's something about having your back rubbed in a
shower with everything all slippery that makes it feel SO much
better. I relaxed and let my brother massage me into oblivion,
with his thumbs rubbing my shoulders and neck, until I was almost
cooing in ecstasy.
"Bend over," he said; working his hands lower down my back.
Obediently I did; moving closer to the shower-head to keep
my hair from getting too wet. Mike moved closer in behind me.
"Mike, what are you DOING?" I objected; as I felt the
by-now-familiar pressure of his prick poking against my crack.
"Shhhh," he soothed me; while at the same sliding his
slippery prick to the root in my belly. "This will only take a
second."
It actually took probably about three minutes before my big
brother stiffened behind me, and blew what felt like gallons of
creamy goo in my squeezing slot. "Thanks, Sis," he said; sliding
out of me, and barely pausing before climbing out of the shower.
I could hardly believe it had happened.
"Did you cum in her?" asked Kim, while getting off the can.
So little time had passed she hadn't finished yet.
"Uhuh," replied Mike.
"You know, if you keep this up, you're going to get that
little girl pregnant for sure."
"Uhuh," he answered again. "But she seems to like the idea,
so why not? Besides, she'll probably be ovulating today or
tomorrow, so it's too late to stop now anyway."
Oh God, my brother was probably right.
"Your mother would have a fit, if we send her little girl
home pregnant," reminded Kim.
Mike just shrugged and replied, "That's HER problem, isn't
it? If things got too tight over there, I suppose Marcie could
move in here. I sure wouldn't mind another horny pregnant slut
to fuck."
"You wouldn't. I suppose you'd want to keep your little
sister barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen too ... just like
me."
"Well, that's where horny little sluts like you two belong."
"Watch it boy, or we'll BOTH cut you off."
"Don't tell me you don't like the idea."
"Well ...."
The conversation faded into making-breakfast sounds. I
washed the more obvious signs of Mike's lovemaking from my body;
but this time I didn't bother even trying to drain his sperm from
inside me. He was right ... if I was going to get pregnant I
probably already was ... so I might as well enjoy it. I'd worry
about my parent's reaction if (or when) my pants started getting
tight.
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Besides, darned few kids my age got pregnant anyway ... even
sluts like me who were having full unprotected vaginal
intercourse. Heck, I knew Cindy Mathers had been fucking her
boyfriend almost every other day for over a year, without getting
knocked up. And I was pretty sure she wasn't taking any
precautions, either! I decided that if I was going to be treated
like a slut, I was going to BE a slut and enjoy it ... just like
my sexy sister-in-law.
"Say Kim, where do you keep those tampons?" I asked, coming
out into the kitchen, still naked as the day I was born.
Kim's eyes widened; but merely pointed to the cupboard
behind me in the hall. I extracted a tube from the box, spread
my legs so they could both see clearly, and pushed the pad home
with the applicator. "I don't want it to leak out an make a mess
of the floor," I commented.
Mike almost choked on his coffee; while Kim's eyes were
dancing with glee. "Yes, we don't want any leaking out," she
agreed; somehow managing to keep a straight face.
That night, I DID join my brother and his wife in bed ...
and the horny slut made certain her husband pumped ever drop of
potent sperm up inside ME, instead of her.
From then on until it was time for me to go home, I got
almost as much of my brother's seed squirted in my tummy as Kim
did. While I didn't sit on his lap when watching TV like she
did, we all made sure Mike pumped at least one thick white squirt
of incestuous goo into my tummy every night ... and usually every
morning as well.
I sweated blood until I got my period about a week after Mom
and Dad got home.
When I called Mike to tell him the good news, they both
invited me over to celebrate ... only I didn't DARE tell Mom or
Dad what for. But somehow Kim managed to come up with something;
and I spent Saturday over at their house ... with my big
brother's swollen prick in my crack; squirting thick white gobs
of family seed at my unprotected womb while it was safe to do so.
God, was I frustrated when I got back home and had to do
completely without sex again, after getting it so nicely done by
my horny big brother (yes, and by his horny slut of a wife too).
It was a week after my period that My parents called me in
the kitchen.
"Marcie?" asked Mom. "Did you like staying with Mike and
Kim while we were gone?"
"Yes," I replied; suddenly worried that they might have
found out just how MUCH I had enjoyed my stay at my brother's
house ... or worse-yet, WHY. "Why?" I asked.
"Well ... they just invited you over for another two
weeks ... if you don't mind, of course. They seem to like having
you over; and your father and I wouldn't mind having a little
time to ourselves, if you were OK with this."
I don't need to tell you what I answered. Two hours later I
was dropped off at my brother's house, a few extra clothes in a
bag in my hand, while my father made me promise to do everything
my brother or his wife wanted me to. Oh yes ... and to be a
"good girl" while I was there.
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"Make up your mind, which one you want," I mumbled under my
breath.
"What's that, Marcie?" My mother has sharp ears.
"Nothing Mom. I'll be sure and keep both Mike and Kim
happy ... you just watch and see."
"See to it. We'll pick you up in two weeks. Bye."
"Bye."
My parents left without even waiting for the door to open
and Mike to let me in.
That night I found myself in bed again with Mike and Kim.
"Uh, Mike ... you shouldn't really cum in me like this," I
complained, when I felt him jerking on top of me and knew the
first thick white squirt of my brother's potent sperm was washing
against my womb. "I might get pregnant."
"I know," he replied; jamming himself as far up inside me as
he could go. "That's the whole idea." Kim just watched her
husband impregnate his little sister with a big grin on her face.
Well, I probably didn't get pregnant THAT night ... but it
was most likely sometime between then and about 4 days later.
Four months later, when my pants got so tight I couldn't
hide it any more, my parents threw me out of the house when I
wouldn't tell them the name of the man who knocked me up. I
guess they figured good-riddance to a slut like me, when I ended
up moving in with my brother and his wife. In fact, they easily
agreed to passing custody of me over, when Kim suggested it.
Four months after that, Mom and Dad moved away without
leaving a forwarding address for any of us. I guess they liked
their freedom. I never did find out what happened with them and
my older sister ... Miss Goody Two-Shoes Kathy Finster.
As for me? The day after I got settled in, Kim laid down
the rules by which I was to live there. "Take off those shoes
and panties," she ordered, "then go in the other room and sit on
your brother's lap until you're both finished. From now on,
you'll help out around here with the chores of cleaning house,
cooking, scrubbing, and helping with the babies. I'll expect you
to be barefoot, pregnant with your big brother's babies, and in
the kitchen just like me ... until you're old enough to have
boyfriends of your own, and to move out if you want to. Got
that?"
If you think I objected, you're nuts.
As time wore on though, we did split the chores. I now do
most of the cooking, because I LIKE to cook. Kim does most of
the cleaning, because try as I might, I can't do as good a job as
she does. I take care of the babies, while Kim helps the older
kids with schoolwork and stuff like that. With 7 kids in the
house, there's a lot of chores to do (and not just MAKING more
kids, either). Hopefully, some of the older girls will be old
enough to help with the babies in a couple more years. We'll see
I guess. I know that Kim's eldest son has been having sex with
my eldest daughter for several years now ... and I'm not so sure
about the younger kids, as we don't ask. It kind of turns me on
to think of my daughters being barefoot, pregnant by their own
brothers, and in the kitchen ... just like me.
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Three months ago, when I turned 16, Kim kept her promise and
took me to the doctor to get a prescription of birth-control
pills. Right now, they're sitting in the drawer beside our
bed ... still unopened. I think I just missed my period again.
I wouldn't be surprised though, if that horny slut of a
sister-in-law hasn't beaten me to the punch ... again. With Kim
having four boys, and me having three girls so far, we're
thinking of calling my big brother, "Sure Shot" if he repeats the
process.
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