Cool
An Erotic Story
Thank goodness for kingsize beds.
I remember the first time I got it, and installed it in the
bedroom. "Cool," had been Mike's response; seeming to be more
fascinated by the bed itself than the uses to which it was going
to be put. "Cool." The meaning kids attach these days to that
word.
This morning I woke up for the first time in months, with my
prick still stuck in my daughter's tight little vagina. This
gave me an almost instant erection again, once I woke up out of
the groggy slumber enough to appreciate it. Usually, no matter
which of the twins I'm screwing, one of us turns over in the
night, or the other two disturb us, or something else happens,
like having to get up and pee, so we don't manage this. Unlike
my wife, neither one of the two girls minds me leaving my prick
inside her after we fuck, so I try this quite regularly. I just
don't succeed that often.
As I said, knowing Karen (Or was it Sharon? I was still a
little groggy.) had spent the entire night with my prick leaking
last little dribblets of sperm inside her, gave me an almost
instant erection. A morning "piss-hard" just added to the
obscene swelling of my prick in the 9 year old girl. God I love
my daughters.
Being stuck together all night like that didn't leave much
lubrication; so there was a slightly painful catch the first time
I pulled out a little, before sliding back all the way into the
girl. The pulling apart might have hurt a tiny bit; but feeling
my little girl's tight little sleeve slide down my swollen prick
was incredibly good. Even after all the sperm I left in the
little girl's tummy the night before, I knew it wouldn't be long
before I was decorating the inside of my daughter's womb with
thick white gobs of incestuous seed. Just knowing I was about to
fill my own daughter's tummy with the same sperm that created her
not 10 years earlier was SO erotic that I knew I wouldn't last
long. I never did in the morning; but then, neither of the twins
ever complained either. Event though they're both too young to
get pregnant yet, there's something incredibly erotic about
breeding your own 9 year old daughter; fucking her, and cumming
inside her, as if you were trying to get her pregnant before she
finished the third grade. It would probably be at least another
year, and probably two (or hopefully even three) before either of
the twins started ovulating. Time enough to worry about that
later. Until they did, and Mike and we had to start taking
precautions, Mike and I could enjoy feeling the girls' cunnies
sliding over out bare pricks, while we enjoyed the sensation of
ejaculating our sperm right up inside the little girls'
unprotected sex. Even when the girls DID start their periods, I
hoped to put them on the pill, so Mike and I could still feel
bare quivering cunny milking on bare quivering prick.
1
While not quite as exciting as knowing you're squirting your
sperm in the belly of a child who MIGHT get pregnant when you cum
inside her, we could still have fun pretending; while the girls
wouldn't have to worry about having a baby before they started
high school. As I said, time enough to worry about that when the
girls reached puberty. In the meantime I was keeping close watch
on both twins to be sure they didn't start ovulating early; and I
already had made arrangements for them to see the doctor once
they did. So everything was prepared.
Still, just the fantasy of getting my own daughter (or
daughters) pregnant with my baby was so erotic I felt myself
suddenly spewing inside the little girl before she fully realized
I was copulating with her, and had barely started humping back at
me.
"I'm sorry, Karen," I groaned; as the little girl's sleeve
rubbing against the swollen head of my prick got to be too much,
and I started pumping cum in the little girl like she was the
last woman on earth, and my body was trying to ensure the
continuation of the species, "I can't help it."
No, I was NOT sorry for fucking or even cumming inside my
daughter . . . only for doing it so quick the little girl didn't
have time to enjoy it herself.
"It's OK Daddy," whispered Karen (this time I KNEW it was my
eldest daughter by 20 minutes). "I don't mind."
With each thick surge of life-giving sperm rippling through
my prick and into her tight little hole, Karen pushed back at me
to make sure her father's seed went as far up inside her as it
could go. While I don't have the 10 or 12 inch pricks of the
porno-stars we watched sometimes, or even the 8 or 9 inch pricks
of the guy in the stories I liked to read, the six-inch cock I
had was still long enough to reach the child's cervix, where I
could just barely feel the knob bumping against the head as I
ejaculated wad after thick white wad of incestuous cum in the
child's vagina where it belonged. God, did that feel good. Even
though both twins like to "get off" almost as much as I do, I
never once heard the slightest bit of resentment in their voices
when I came too quick in the mornings like this; seeming to be
happy just knowing *I* was feeling good. And oh was I ever
feeling good right then!
It was only when my involuntary hunches into Karen slowed
down; and I was just working dreamingly back and forth in the
girl, while Karen's friendly little slit milked the last few
drops of cum into her body, that I became aware that our jiggling
had woken the other two occupants of the bed. Sharon and Mike
were enjoying a nice leisurely "spoon-fashion" fuck, while they
watched the obscene things going on in the other half of the bed.
Only when I gave the last conclusive shudder, and they both knew
I had finished cumming in their sister, did Mike pull out and
roll on top of his little sister.
This time it was Karen and my turn to watch my son and his
little sister fuck, as WE enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being
intimately connected, while the girl's two siblings put on a
porno-show for us.
2
At 14, Mike is almost as big as I am (in the prick
department) with signs of possibly even being bigger later.
Still, a 6" prick isn't all that big . . . even for a barely
teenaged boy. Just a nice little pussy-pleaser for his little
sister.
While my prick slowly oozed the last few drops of incestuous
seed in her older sister, Sharon and Mike were putting on quite a
show for their horny father and sister. By now the two siblings
were doing the classical "bump and grind" with the 9-year-old's
legs wrapped around her big brother like a whore trying to get
her customer off. "Oh fuck, cunt, piss, shit, fuck!" mouthed
Sharon; humping madly back at her big brother . . . almost as
hard as he was humping into her. My son is almost as good at
fucking the girls as I am (or who knows; maybe even better,
considering). "Make me cum, Mike," she pleaded, just before her
body went rigid and she jerked uncontrollably.
"Oh shit, Karen, don't. I . . . I . . . Oh shit." My son's
exclamation of disgust, as Sharon's uncontrolled clamping on his
prick sent him over the edge almost made me giggle. I knew from
watching the kids many times earlier, that Mike had intended to
fuck the little girl through three or even four big orgasms like
that . . . only it seems my son has almost as little control in
the morning as I do.
I watched, grinning, at the two frantically mating siblings,
while Karen's tight little slit kept MY prick comfortably happy,
until the older boy had obviously finished rutting with his
little sister, and had sank down on her gasping; his chest
flattening the two just developing mounds on his little sister's.
"Sorry, Sher," he barely managed to gasp. "I couldn't stop."
"Mmmmmmmm," murmured Sharon dreamily; her legs slowly
relaxing their death grip around Mike's body. It was obvious the
girl was NOT displeased with her big brother's lovemaking. "Felt
good," she added.
While watching my son and daughter mating in my bed HAD
revived my prick a little, it was not enough to fuck the little
girl squirming around it. If I had tried, I know we both would
have just ended up even more horny and disappointed. I wasn't 14
years old any more; and it took almost two hours between fucks
before I even had a fair chance of completing a second one.
Well, if I wasn't 14, there was another occupant of the room
who was. I watched Mike pull his white-streaked prick out of the
younger girl's body. Even after ejaculating almost as much sperm
in the girl as I had left in her twin, Mike's prick was STILL
erect. The streaks and slimy look on the swollen member sliding
out of his sister, while almost obscene, were incredibly erotic
too; showing that the boy HAD not only fucked the girl, but had
ejaculated inside his sister too; breeding the little girl as if
he was trying to father a child on his own sister before her 10th
birthday.
3
I made a mental note to give the kids another lesson in
human sexuality; as they should all know what was happening and
how babies were made, BEFORE the boy accidentally got one of his
sisters pregnant. Mike, I was fairly sure, knew the results of
boys having unprotected sex with girls. But I wasn't too sure
about the girls. Better tell them BEFORE they started having
periods, so we could start taking precautions when the time came.
Better safe than sorry, as they always say. With both twins
already showing slight bumps on their chests, it might be sooner
than I originally planned; and I wasn't going to let things
happen like they had to my cousin Erma, where she got pregnant at
only 10 years old, without ever knowing what was happening until
her tummy got big. Early pregnancies run in the family, as my
wife once told me about her sister Karen (yes, the aunt who Karen
was named after) who got pregnant even younger. How young? I'm
not sure; but from adding up birthdays I THINK my sister-in-law
might have gotten PG at the twins' age or even younger. Nobody
in my wife's family ever talked much about it; and Monica never
DID tell me who they thought the father was. Which is
strange,considering our present arrangement.
Regretfully I pulled out of Karen; leaving her looking
hopefully at her big brother. "Don't forget Karen," I said,
before leaving to take my shower. "After all, Sharon's not your
only sister you know."
Mike never bothered to answer; but I got the hint of a nod
as I headed for the bathroom. Then I heard the satisfied moan of
a horny little girl getting her tight little slit filled with
thick prick. Mike was going to get a sloppy fuck; but that had
never bothered him before. After getting off once in one twin,
and with my sperm making Karen all slippery inside, I figured
Mike would be able to go a good long time before decorating the
little girl's womb with his seed. Maybe this way the girl would
get her rocks off, like I hadn't.
I was just getting into the shower when I heard the rising
wail of a little 9-year-old getting her rocks off. I grinned to
myself; as I knew that Karen never got off like that unless being
dually stimulated by both her big brother's prick, and her twin's
assistance. It seems the three siblings in the other room were
having a "menage a troi".
I knocked on the door of the two younger girls as I left the
shower and chased the three older kids out of the bedroom to take
their showers. Shortly I heard the click of the other bedroom
door, then the squealing of two 9 year old girls from the
bathroom. It seems the kids had decided to take a shower
together. "Breakfast in 15!" I yelled as I passed. Nobody
answered; but I figured that was normal . . . considering what
they were probably doing in that shower. The shrieks and giggles
of two pre-teens can be both loud and distracting. Grinning, I
headed down to make breakfast. The kids would come when they
were finished.
I was just about to sit down to MY bowl of oatmeal and
toast, when Sherrie came in; sleepily wiping her eyes. From the
sound of things, her older siblings were still hogging the
shower, and the 7-year-old didn't want to wait for her breakfast.
4
I grinned at the little girl, and motioned her to a seat,
while spooning out a helping of cereal. "Morning, Hon," I said.
"Morning, Daddy," she replied; stretching her arms in an
unconsciously erotic manner. I looked at my second-to-youngest
daughter, and smiled at her. Definitely I'd have to have that
"lesson" pretty soon; as it wouldn't be long before the child
started wondering what her older siblings did every night when
they climbed in bed with her father. Brown hair, gorgeous brown
eyes, the prettiest smile you ever saw on a child; and you knew
immediately why Sherry was "Daddy's Girl" even more than her
three sisters. Even the twins with their developing bodies and
sexy hips, saucy tongues, and tight little slits milking my sperm
into their bodies didn't make my heart melt like Sherrie did.
All four girls had brown hair and brown eyes from their mother;
but it was the little 7-year-old that had both the personality
and looks that had trapped me so easily into loving a woman I
knew I could never have permanently. Well, with 12 wonderful
years before she left, and five wonderful kids, I couldn't
complain she cheated me. Monica had kept every bit of her
bargain and then some; especially when you consider the twins.
<Sigh.> Even with the twins to hold and cuddle (and yes, even
have sex with) I still miss my wife. Maybe someday, when her
father . . . .
I immediately stopped that line of thought. It had hurt
Monica enough to leave me, as it was. I didn't want her hurt
further like that. I couldn't even bring myself to feel
resentment at the older man for needing her even more than I did.
After all these years (what was it now . . . four years already?)
I still loved my wife.
I returned from my reminiscing to smile at the little girl
dipping toast in her milk. Sherrie was SO much like her mother I
didn't know how I was going to keep my hands off the child when
she started getting interested in sex. At least her two older
sisters had been horny little sluts who saw nothing wrong with
sleeping with their big brother, and then later their father,
once they found out I didn't object to their crawling in bed with
me and comforting me after their mother had left. Then, when I
caught them both in bed with Mike, and his barely pubescent prick
sliding in and out of Sharon's tight little cunny and didn't
raise the roof like most fathers would have, it wasn't four hours
later that I woke up to Karen snuggling up to ME, trying to fit
MY swollen prick in her tight little cunny . . . just like Mike
had been doing to her little sister/twin.
Imagine my surprise, when I took her virginity; thinking the
child had already lost it to her big brother. Only Mike never
HAD fucked either girl "all the way"; stopping when it first
hurt; thinking that was just how big the little girls were
inside. (Well, at 7, almost 8, the twins had been LITTLE girls.
Now, almost two years later . . . well, they were women; but
STILL little girls too.) Two nights later I took Sharon's
virginity; and both girls have been unashamedly fucking their
father and big brother almost every day since then.
5
Sherrie now, was SO demure; seeming to be completely unaware
of the way she was showing her developing body to her father
(unlike the horny displays of skin the older girls put on; trying
to entice me or Mike into bed as often as possible. Two cuter,
hornier, more lovable little sluts you never imagined) while
their little sister looked SO innocent, with her legs tucked
under her, her tiny little nightdress rucked up, until you could
see not only half of her bare tummy, but her bare little cunny,
slightly reddened, drooling slippery wet drools on the wooden
chair, as if she had just been fucked, and didn't even notice her
exposed state to her father . . . .
SLIPPERY WET DROOLS ?!?!?!
Without being obvious, I reached across Sherrie for the
butter; as if to fix another slice of toast. I barely noticed
the quieter sounds of the house as the girls finished showering
and started getting dressed. Yes, the smell of fresh cum was
unmistakable. My little girl had just been fucked; and obviously
NOT for the first time; as there wasn't any sign of pain,
discomfort, or even the slight smears of blood her older sisters
had when they lost their virginity. I guess my son had taken my
advice literally about not having only one sister in the house to
fuck. Oh shit.
Still, Sherrie wasn't that much younger (only about 7
months) than her two sisters were, the first time that Mike had
slid his prick inside them. And the little girl didn't seem
bothered by it either. If I made a big scene about the teenager
fucking the little girl, it would probably cause even more
trouble than we already had. I repeat . . . oh shit.
"Where's your little sister?" I asked Sherrie; trying to
take my mind off the suddenly erotic thought that the child who
looked so much like my wife, and who I loved almost as much if
not more, was old and developed sexually enough to take a prick
almost as big (or possibly even bigger) than mine inside her. I
was NOT going to seduce my own little 7-year-old daughter
though . . . no matter HOW tempting it was. It had been the
twins who came to me; not me to them. I was NOT going to force
myself on a little girl by even HINTING how much I wanted her.
If I did, it would (to my mind anyway) be almost like rape; as
what girl could (or would) resist her own father; especially if
she knew how much I needed her. I'd just have to be happy with
the twins. Not that THAT was so onerous. Most men would give
their left nuts to have two horny little sluts like the twins
crawling all over them. So far, in over two years, there had
been no sign of either girl getting tired or disgusted at the
idea of making love to her own father. Far from it in fact; with
both girls draining me dry; and then attacking their big brother
when I gave out. It had been the horny attack of the two
insatiable sluts the previous night, that had left me unable to
perform adequately this morning. After leaving my sperm in
Karen's belly twice, and Sharon's belly once, it was a wonder I
managed to cum this morning at all.
6
Up to now, I hadn't even thought of the fact that I was
nude, until I noticed Sherrie's eyes fastened like a bird
following a snake at the erection I was suddenly sporting. The
knowledge my 7 year old little girl was fucking, and probably
LIKED to fuck, just like her big sisters, was making me so hard
that I knew I wasn't done for the day after all. Damn! And the
twins had to get off to school . . . no time to fuck them again.
"What's that again?" I asked; suddenly aware I had missed
the little girl's response, while contemplating the idea of my
second-youngest daughter LIKING to fuck, and her response to
seeing me respond to that knowledge.
"I said, 'I think she's in our room, fucking Mike,'" she
responded; now unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of my
swollen prick poking at her; with a drop of pre-cum forming at
the tip.
Holy shit!!! I tore off to the room the little girls
shared; barely aware of Sherrie following me; being no more aware
of what was bothering me, than she seemed to know how her being
fucked was affecting me.
"Daddy?" she asked; peering around me as my eyes took in the
incredible sight of my 15 year old son fucking his 5 year old
little sister, as if boys were supposed to try and father a child
on their own sisters before the kids even started Kindergarten.
The little 5-year-old wasn't objecting; but she wasn't really
fucking back like her older sisters did, either. Marcy just lay
there while her big brother fucked her "missionary style" until
the older boy began jerking and thrusting into the child
uncontrollably. Still, Marcy only whimpered a little; wrapping
her arms around her big brother more to hold him still so he
didn't get so violent, than to try to either push him off or pull
him into her, like her older sisters usually did. I could tell
the teenager was ejaculating his seed in the child's womb; and
there wasn't much Marcy could do to stop him short of screaming.
Still, Marcy's face only showed slight discomfort at her
brother's harder thrusts; not real pain or even disgust or anger
at the older boy for fucking her.
"Daddy?" repeated Sherrie; as we both watched her big
brother drain his seed into her little sister's womb.
"Huh?" I could barely answer as the knowledge my son was
fucking all four of his little sisters slowly sank into my head.
I guess it's not surprising since I never had told him he
shouldn't; and he already had been fucking the twins for over two
years now. God . . . how long had he been fucking Sherrie and
Marcy?! It was obvious that both girls were NOT virgins; and
hadn't been for some time.
"When're you going to fuck me like you do the twins?" she
asked. "It's not fair that they get to sleep with you all the
time, while we only get to fuck Mike."
Oh shit. I HAD to have that little discussion with the
kids . . . today!
"Right now, Honey," I said; picking up my 7 year old
daughter and carrying her in my arms to the bedroom I usually
shared with her older siblings. "Right now." I was NOT going to
play the hypocrite, and pretend I didn't want to fuck her.
"Cool," she replied; snuggling into my arms.
7
Four hours later, after filling my sexy little girl's womb
TWICE with incestuous seed in less than 40 minutes (and then
regretting not saving some for her little sister) for the first
time in almost two years, gathered all five kids in the kitchen
and started explaining about sex, and how babies get made.
Huh? You want hear all the gory details about how I first
slid my prick up in my own 7 year old daughter's tight little
slit and pumped her belly full of thick white gobs of her own
father's seed? God, you're perverts! Sorry, I just can't. I
did NOT just climb on top of Sherrie though, and pump her tight
little slit full of paternal sperm. I made love to her, like
Monica taught me so long ago. I STILL love my wife; though it's
beginning to look like I'm going to love her daughter even more,
if that's possible. Yes, I DID fuck my little girl, and yes I
DID fill her belly twice with thick white cum in that time. It
was NOT the incredible feel of her tight little slit milking the
sperm out of my prick an up inside her cunny that sticks in my
mind the most however (though I'll never forget THAT feeling
until the day I die). No, the thing that sticks in my mind the
most, was AFTER I had drained my seed in the child's womb; and
Sherrie and I were both lying there, enjoying the soft sweet
afterglow of glorious sex, with my prick slowly wilting inside
her, while her tight little vagina still kept my slowly shrinking
prick SO comfortable inside her, that she said the words I'll
treasure forever.
"Thanks Daddy," she said; hugging me close. "That was SO
cool." I was afraid of almost squashing the little girl in the
mattress; but Sherrie almost seemed to WANT the full weight of my
body on top of her. "For a while there," she said, "I thought
you didn't want to fuck me; only the twins. Promise you won't
stop?"
"Uh . . . you'll get older," I warned her. "Your body will
change, and you'll want to get married to someone else, and have
children of your own some day. I can't promise that. I don't
want to hurt you."
"Daddy! The only way you'll hurt me, is by not promising.
Even if I get married and have kids, I STILL want you to fuck
me . . . please Daddy?" she almost begged; with tears in her
eyes.
What could I say? I promised. Only in the back of my mind
I told myself firmly that if Sherrie ever changed her mind, or
(like most teenagers do at some point in their lives) wanted me
to leave her alone, or she DID get married, and it would hurt her
marriage, then I would stop . . . no matter how much it hurt me.
I could no more force my daughter to stay, than I could her
mother. I love them both too much to cause them that pain.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said; kissing me. "Momma was
right . . . you DO love me like you do her. Now come here and
fuck me, like you used to do Momma."
8
That was the first indication I ever had that Monica had
left me a "present" of the kids; wanting me to be as happy as she
was, even if she had to leave me. It didn't take long of
questioning the kids though to confirm my suspicions; as it turns
out that neither they nor Monica were really trying to keep it a
secret. Any time I asked, the twins or Mike would have been
willing to tell me before. Only I did have to ask. Somehow the
knowledge that within a few hours I WOULD be having sex with my
own 5 year old little girl, after having already had sex with her
three older sisters, was quite sobering, once I got down from the
incredible high of filling Sherrie's tight little tube with
incestuous cum for the second time. For only seven years old,
the little girl is remarkably good in bed. Of course, she's been
having her big brother teach her for almost two years now; and
before that, her mother taught her a lot of things before she
even had sex with Mike. It seems those visitation days had been
filled with all sorts of interesting things. Ah well . . . one
MORE reason to have that little chat with the kids.
"Tonight," I said; turning off the TV, "we're all going to
have a little sex-education class."
I waved down the kids' disappointed, "Aaawww," at missing
their show with my hand, and Mike's, "But DAD . . . we already
KNOW all that stuff. How to fuck and everything. I've already
taught the girls how to suck and everything. I even ate each of
them out twice, just so that they know what it's like. and while
none of us particularly likes anal sex, we know all about that
too. Even if we don't like it, we tried fingers and things a few
times. So can we go back to watching the show?"
I grinned at the boy's ignorance; thinking he knew "all
about sex." I was over 18 years older than my son, and I knew
very little about it, besides the fact that I liked it very much.
"OK," I said agreeably; willing to let my son prove his point.
"Tell me what lactation is, and why it happens. When does a girl
ovulate, and in which part of her cycle? Where are a girl's
ovaries, and what relationship do they have to her fallopian
tubes? What's a miscarriage, and why does it happen? If you can
answer even three of those four questions, I'll assume you WERE
paying attention in your course in 'Human Sexuality' that I
thought you skipped out on two years ago." I waited.
All three girls looked wide-eyed at me; showing complete
ignorance; then with amusement at their big brother, who (not for
the first time) was caught "with his pants down".
"Uh . . .," stammered Mike. ". . . Aren't a woman's
phellean tubes between her ovaries and her uterus?"
"They're called 'fallopian tubes';" I corrected, "and
they're between the ovaries and the womb. The uterus is further
down. But close enough. Any others?"
"Uh . . ." Mike was sweating now. "Isn't a miscarriage
something like abortion?" he asked.
"Spontaneous abortion," I agreed. "Do you know what
abortion is?"
My son turned beet red . . . I guess he DID know what
abortion is.
9
"Daaad," he complained, "I can't tell THAT in front of my
little sisters here!"
"But you can screw them . . . fuck them . . . so they get
pregnant, and might HAVE an abortion, but you can't tell them
about it huh?" I asked quietly. "Do you really dislike your
little sisters THAT much?"
All four girls looked at their big brother turning shades of
embarrassed red; fighting the unfair accusation.
"But I don't . . . I mean I do . . . I mean that's not
fair!" he finally blurted.
"No, it's not," I agreed. "Do you think it's fair to THEM
to have to go through that, just because you and I were afraid to
tell them about it?"
Mike stopped fighting. "Sorry Dad," he apologized. "You're
right. It isn't fair; and I don't know what those other words
meant. OK?"
"OK," I said. And son . . . ?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you. Now let's get started, if there's no
more objections?"
Not one word was said.
"Tonight," I said, "I'm only going to cover the most
important stuff; and only cursorily; so you all know how girls
get pregnant and why. Tomorrow we'll cover more; and this
weekend I'll pick up a regular course-book, and we'll go through
it . . . shouldn't take more than a week or so with about an hour
every night. Sex isn't all THAT complicated that we need to
worry about all the 'in and out' details." I chuckled at the
little joke.
Even Mike grinned back at me. Sherrie raised her hand.
"Pregnant, Daddy?" she asked. "Mrs. Meyers is pregnant,
according to some kids at school; and all I can see is that she's
FAT."
All four girls giggled at this.
"Pregnant means she's going to have a baby, Dummy,"
snickered Mike.
This almost brought on an argument, which I quickly
squelched.
"Yes," I said, "Mrs. Meyers is pregnant, which means she's
going to have a baby in a few months. The reason she LOOKS so
fat, is that the baby is inside her tummy, and is growing there.
As it gets bigger, so will Mrs. Meyers. When you girls
eventually get pregnant, you'll 'get fat' like that too."
"I'll never get THAT fat," said Sherrie; looking down at her
flat little tummy; imagining it bulging with a baby inside. "I
couldn't."
"Yes you could," I told her; not knowing how prophetic my
words would be. "But not yet . . . your body is too small for
that. Even the twins are too young to really worry about getting
pregnant yet. But they're getting older fast, so we all want to
keep an eye out for what might happen if we're not careful. I
think we'll all agree that you kids are too small to have babies
of your own yet?"
10
All of the kids nodded agreement except Sherrie who was
trying to stuff a sack of sugar under her blouse to see what
being pregnant would look like. "Sherrie?" I prompted.
"Huh, Oh yeah . . . Sure Dad . . . Whatever you say."
I couldn't help grinning . . . kids. A sugar sack?
Through the rest of the "class" Sherrie sat there,
occasionally giggling, with the sack of sugar pushed obscenely up
under her shirt. Still, she DID listen with almost as much
interest as the twins, as I explained what menstruation was, how
it showed not that a girl was able to have a baby, but that by
bleeding, her egg had FAILED to get fertilized the previous
month. Then I explained why we should be especially careful
watching the twins for signs of approaching menarche, like their
developing breast and the tiny bits of hair appearing above their
tight little slits. For a moment my hair almost stood on end
when I realized the symptoms of approaching puberty were almost a
description of the present state of the two pre-teens until I
decided that they probably were pretty safe yet. Still . . . I
resolved to make an appointment with the doctor next week to
prescribe birth-control for two pre-teenaged little sluts
(wonderful little sluts; but sluts nonetheless).
Then I thought about it again and decided, "Tomorrow, not
next week."
Breathing easier, I asked both girls if they had noticed any
other signs of approaching puberty like cramps or spotting.
Thankfully, neither girl had.
By this time Marcy had gotten bored with the whole thing;
and was mostly ignoring the entire proceedings. Well, what can
you expect from a 5-year-old? Sherrie, to my delight, listened
closely to each item; and even threw in a couple of pertinent
questions to show she was listening; unlike the twins who didn't
seem to know whether to be frightened at the prospect of getting
pregnant, or fascinated at the process of how it happened, and
how their bodies were fast approaching womanhood. Both girls
readily agreed to seeing the doctor; and both were easily made to
understand why the doctor had to know that they WERE "fooling
around" sexually; but not WHO they were fooling around with.
Even if it hadn't been me and Mike, I emphasized to the two girls
just how important it was that they not tell on their
lovers . . . no matter WHO their lovers were . . . or else risk
losing them completely.
All three of the older girls nodded seriously at this; while
Marcy continued playing. I guess I'll have to give the little
girl her own sex-education-class when she gets a little older.
The whole family (including me) was very thoughtful after
that. I guess the possibility of pregnancy has a sobering
effect. Even on me, the thought that Mike or I MIGHT have
accidentally impregnated one of the twins was slightly chilling.
(Sad to say it had another effect too; as the thought of the two
little girls with my babies growing inside their cute little
tummies had me as hard as I was when I first learned Sherrie
wanted me to fuck her.) Still, we were probably pretty safe for
now.
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Only I knew all too well what "pretty safe" meant for girls
when it came to sex and babies. I also knew the medical term for
women who relied on thing like "pulling out" or "rhythm" or even
"she's too young to get pregnant". Yeah the medical term. You
know . . . Mothers? Tomorrow the girls WERE going to see that
doctor.
I decided that for NOW, if the girls were going to get
pregnant, they already were; and there wasn't much I could do
about it. I knew I wouldn't be able to turn either of the two
horny sluts down that night; and neither would Mike; so I never
even bothered mentioning it. Even the fact that I was fucking
their 7 and 5 year old little sisters now, wouldn't keep those
two horny sex-maniacs out of my bed.
Huh? Yes, I DID fuck Marcy that evening, and yes it DID
feel good, and yes I DID cum inside her, and yes she DID like it;
even if not as much as her big sisters do. OK? No, I am NOT
going to go into complete detail about how it feels to slide your
swollen prick up in the tight little slit of your own 5 year old
daughter and fill the child's vagina with squirt after thick
white squirt of incestuous cum. If you're the type to be turned
on by a man fucking his own 5 year old little girl; sticking his
prick up inside her tight little slit, and filling his little
girl's womb with thick white jets of the same baby-making seed
that had created her in her mother's womb, then you'll just have
to imagine how incredibly tight and sexy her tight little box
would feel around your prick; squeezing the sperm out of your
penis and into her tiny little body, in spurt after glorious
spurt, without any lurid words from me describing it. What kind
of pervert do you think I am, that I'd write about how it felt to
ejaculate my sperm inside my own little girl's womb as if I was
trying to get the 5-year-old pregnant with her own little sister?
Yeah, THAT kind of pervert. Anyway, that was later . . . AFTER
what happened then. Now back to my story.
After I finished explaining how girls get pregnant, it took
a little while for things to get back to normal for me. The kids
didn't seem to be as worried as I was though. Or at least Mike
and Sherrie weren't. The twins seemed quite thoughtful; and
maybe a little scared. Still, I knew that wouldn't keep either
Karen OR Sharon from sliding into bed with me and Mike that night
and asking both of us to fuck the hell out of them like we
usually did. I was right. Mike didn't care too much. Actually,
I think he was kind of fascinated by the idea of planting a baby
in one of his little sisters . . . so long as HE didn't have to
carry it, then what did he care? No, Mike wasn't unfeeling . . .
he was just a teenager. I think the boy liked all four of his
little sisters almost as much as I did . . . OK, make that loved
not liked. Mike both loved AND liked his little sister a LOT;
and I just don't think he fully appreciated what a girl has to go
through to have a baby. All the more reason to continue with
these lessons over the next week or so.
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Sherrie? I don't know. She seemed almost fascinated by the
prospect, instead of worried like she should have been. I knew
I'd have to keep a close eye on the little girl. Thank goodness
SHE didn't have to worry about getting pregnant yet. Even her
two older sisters were pretty safe. My precautions tomorrow were
just that . . . precautions. Neither girl showed any signs of
having periods yet, and even girls who did, who were sexually
active, didn't usually get pregnant much before 12 years old. Oh
sure . . . you hear stories about girls in biker gangs getting
knocked-up by their boyfriends at only 11 years old; but that's
rare even there. Even 10-year-olds almost never get
pregnant . . . even when having regular sex. So why was I
worried about the twins? I wasn't . . . not REALLY worried.
Just apprehensive about the tits starting to grow on their
chests; and the fact that both girls had tiny bits of down above
their slits . . . not really hair yet; but still . . . .
Then, add the fact that the two little girls were almost
insatiable sluts; draining both me and their big brother dry
every day, and sometimes two or three times (signs of possible
what they call "promiscuous puberty" where being sexually
stimulated makes a girl develop early) and then add the fact that
both me and my wife have family histories of early
pregnancies . . . well you can see why I might be a little
concerned. Not really worried yet, but concerned enough to make
that doctor's appointment for the next day.
Musing about all this made me miss Sherrie's question. I
jerked back to the present to find the other four kids back in
the living room watching television, while Sherrie seemed to be
coloring our calender.
"Whatcha' doing Hon?" I asked her.
"Just figuring Daddy . . . Is it exactly 9 months a woman
has a baby?"
"Well, not exactly," I said; grinning. "It's really an
average. I think they say about 267 days, or something like
that, why?"
"Just wondering." The little girl flipped back about two
pages to March.
"Daddy?" she asked, "When did we go to Ryan's birthday-
party?"
"Ryan's birthday is on the 20th. . . February 20th," I
replied, "Why?"
"No, I mean when he had his party, not his birthday. Wasn't
it on a Saturday or Sunday? You know, the day I got sick, and
had to stay home, while everybody else got cake and ice-cream."
Damn. I had TRIED to make that up to her. Still, having
cake and ice-cream with your dad was NOT the same as having a
party with a bunch of kids your age.
"I think it was Saturday," I replied. "This one. Why?" I
repeated. A horrible possibility was beginning to appear in my
head, but I didn't dare let it out.
"Cool," said Sherrie; starting marking the calendar; then
stopping and looking up at me. "Daddy . . . You said a girl
doesn't . . . doesn't get pregnant when she has her period, but
after that. How long after that?"
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By now I was sweating. "About two weeks after her last
period," I said. "Why?" I repeated. Only now I knew. I was
just hoping Sherrie would prove me wrong.
"Just figuring, Daddy," she said; Flipping back to march and
starting numbering. "One, two, three," she said; carefully
marking each weekday with a different color, then starting over
each time she ran out of crayons.
"Fourty-two, fourty-three, fourty-four," she said; pausing
when she reached today's date and looking up at me beaming. I
smiled wanly back at her.
God. Seven years old. I'm sure her mother didn't have THIS
in mind when she set up the kids to "take care of Daddy" when she
left. Oh God, where was the woman I loved, when her little girl
needed her so bad?
I watched with fascination as Sherrie slowly counted. "Two
hundred sixty-five, two hundred sixty-six, two hundred sixty-
seven!" she stopped; proudly looking down at a date already
circled in read . . . November 25 . . . her birthday.
"Cool!" she said; grinning up at me, with a smile that I
never could resist on her mother, let alone on the daughter that
looked so much like her. Then Sherrie was sobbing in my arms;
tears wetting my shoulders, while she cried like I hadn't seen
her cry since she was younger than Marcy. "Oh Daddy," she cried;
still sobbing in my arms; then pulling away to show me a brightly
beaming face that was totally at odds with the tear-streaked eyes
and runny nose. "Oh Daddy, it's so totally COOL," she repeated,
before burying her sobbing face in my shoulder again. "Cool."
What a word with such strange meaning.
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