Their first time
An Erotic Story
The first time I saw my son fucking his little sister, was
quite a shock. I had just come in from getting groceries, and
was about to ask the boy to bring in the rest of the bags, when I
stopped in shock.
"David, I ...," I started; then almost swallowed my tongue
in surprise. Neither sibling noticed me ... I doubt they would
have noticed the house falling in on them ... they certainly
hadn't noticed me driving in and bringing in the first two bags.
Looking at what was going on, it was easy to see why. I had left
my 12-year-old son David to babysit his little sister while I
picked up the groceries ... only instead of going to the
supermarket I had stopped in the local convenience-store to get
gas ... and had picked up what I needed there. So I got back a
lot faster than I had expected ... and obviously much faster than
either of my two kids had expected either. While I had left the
older boy to babysit his little sister; I certainly didn't expect
to come back and find him sitting a baby in the little girl's
womb!
It was all I could do to keep from yelling and screaming at
the two of them. But, knowing how kids react to such things ...
especially if it had to do with sex, I bit my tongue and listened
instead. If David was hurting his little sister, or forcing her
to have sex with him, then I'd stop them ... otherwise I figured
I'd wait until I calmed down, and I could talk things over
REASONABLY with both of them. Reasonably? Shit. I'd be lucky
to talk reasonably about making dinner, let along my son having
full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own 8-year-old
little sister! While I figured she was probably way too young to
get pregnant yet; SOME kids even younger than her had periods ...
and yes even babies. While these conflicting thoughts raced
though my head, I found myself listening carefully to what was
going on ... without telling them that I was there.
At first, all I heard were grunts from both parties; along
with the steady <creak, creak, creak> of the bed in the
unmistakable rhythm of sex.
"David," complained Darlene, "what are you DOING?"
I snickered to myself ... wasn't it obvious?
"Uh, uh, uh," grunted David, "I ... I'm ..."
"David .... MIKE ... we aren't supposed to DO this ... I'm
your SISTER." All the while she was objecting, the 8-year-old
was squirming back at the older boy; working just as hard as he
was to slide her brother's swollen member in and out of the tight
little slit between her legs. It was obviously NOT the first
time for the two of them; as Darlene showed no discomfort at
taking the engorged penis of the 12-year-old boy all the way up
inside her body. Also, there was no sign of blood or other
indication of her losing her virginity; only two sibling mating
like minks in the little girl's bed.
"David!" she complained again; just as her brother lost it.
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"Oh God ... I can't help it ... oh shit!" exclaimed the boy;
jamming his prick to the hilt in the little girl's body and
holding it there. From his frantic thrusting, I knew my son was
decorating the inside of his little sister's vagina with his
boyish sperm. I knew he was too young yet to ejaculate the thick
sticky ropes of sperm inside the little girl that he would in a
few years. Still, there was probably enough sperm in each little
squirt he DID ejaculate inside her to knock up all the girls in
her class ... if they were old enough to ever get pregnant, which
I doubted. Still, the youngest girl to get pregnant was almost 4
years younger than Darlene ... so she wasn't exactly safe,
either.
"Dammit, that's not FAIR," complained Darlene; seeming to
know already that her brother was through for the time being. "I
wanted to get the good feelings too!"
"Unh, uh, uuuoohh," panted David; slowing his thrusts into
his sister to just dreamy slides. It was obvious that he
wouldn't be able to do much in the way of sex for quite a while.
Carefully I snuck back to the door, and went outside; by now
thoroughly confused by my reaction to watching my two kids mating
like monkeys in a zoo. Strangely, instead of being angry like I
would have expected if anybody had asked me my reaction to such
an event ... instead I found myself horny! Instead of wanting to
burst in yelling and screaming, I found myself actually plotting
to see if I could give the kids more opportunities to "get
together" like that. At least for the present I didn't have to
worry about the older boy getting his little sister pregnant ...
they could fuck as much as they wanted without worrying ...
something I wished that I had been able to do when their age ...
especially my son's age. And ... as long as they stuck to each
other ... there would be no worries about disease either!
The more I thought of it, the better idea it seemed. As
long as I and my husband make it easy for the two kids to have
sex together, they wouldn't be getting in trouble with other
kids ... no worries about disease, pregnancy, lovers breaking up,
or any of the other teenage problems lack-of-sex causes. Maybe
we could avoid such problems altogether. And the teens WERE just
around the corner for David ... and not that far away for
Darlene. Yes, the more I thought of it, the better the idea
seemed. (Of course, my overheated snatch might have some bearing
on why I was so enamored of the idea ... the thought of mating my
two kids had me boiling hot, and ready to rape my husband when he
got home.) Now if I could ONLY convince Jeff to go along ....
I slammed the back door, as I re-entered the house; yelling,
"Somebody help me with these groceries!"
There was a mad scramble from Darlene's room, along with a
yell in return, "Just a second, Mom," before the second-grader
stuck her head out the door. "I'm getting dressed, Mom," she
explained; struggling into a blouse. "I'll be right there."
"Where's your brother?" I asked, just to see what she said.
If Darlene complained or told on her brother for what he did,
then all bets were off ... I was NOT letting my son rape his
little sister. (Though from what I remembered, it was FAR from
rape.)
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"He's ... uh busy," she explained breathlessly. "I'll get
things, OK?"
I let the little girl distract me and lead me out to the
car, so her big brother could make his escape from her room. As
I did, the whiff of sex I got from my daughter, as a slick drool
ran down one skinny leg almost made me buckle in involuntary
orgasm myself!
"Are you OK, Mom?" she asked; seeming simultaneously worried
by my panting and gasping ... and by worries about cleaning up
the mess dribbling down her leg and into her socks.
"Yes Dear ... I'm fine," I gasped. "I'll just need to lie
down and catch my breath ...as soon as we get these groceries
inside ... OK?"
"Ok ... I guess. You're sure?"
I grinned back at the precocious young slut I had for a
daughter ... and I mean the term "slut" as a complete compliment!
Gawd, already having sex at only 8 years old; and trying her best
to cover up for her lover too! If she ONLY knew the dead
giveaway her brother's sperm was ... but I gave no indication of
seeing (or smelling!) that item that she could only be TOO aware
of herself.
I couldn't resist it:
"I'm going to be lying down and taking a nap for a while," I
said. "You probably won't be able to wake me with a bomb; as
I'll be taking some sleeping-pills to make me sleep soundly. But
I don't want to take a chance on it."
"Huh?" she asked.
"I want you and David to go down to HIS room, and stay there
for the next couple of hours," I said. "If you get bored, maybe
you two could take a nap too; so close the door if you do ... I
won't bother you until you open it to tell me you're both awake
again." I couldn't believe I said that ... or that even Darlene
would swallow it. Still, I'd never given either of the kids
reason to suspect me of being devious before.
"Uh ... you want me to sleep with David?" she asked. Well,
after all, girls just DON'T sleep with their own brothers.
I raised my eyebrows, as if in surprise at even being
questioned. "Why not?" I asked in return.
"Uh ... oh nothing," she responded.
By this time, we had finished putting the last of the cans
in the cupboard; and the mild in the reefer. "Oh, and take those
panties off and throw them in the hamper to be washed," I said.
"They're obviously soaked and need washing."
Darlene's cute face just opened and for a second she gave a
good imitation of a fish out of water; with her mouth open and
working; but no sound coming out.
"No, don't bother putting on a fresh pair," I instructed.
"If you're going to be just taking a nap anyway, there's no point
in dirtying another one.
"But, Mom ... I ... I mean David ..." Darlene stopped and
blushed; seeming to suddenly realize what she thought her brother
might do. I of course, was fully aware of that myself.
"Is something wrong?" I asked sweetly.
"Uh ... no Mom."
"Good, " I said.
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About this time, David finally made his reappearance; and I
repeated my instructions ... only without telling Darlene in
front of him to remove the panties. The boy's eyes got wider and
wider; but he never said a word in objection.
"I'm going to lie down now," I said; fumbling in the hall
closet and pretending to remove sleeping pills (actually palming
two aspirin instead). "Get me a glass, will you?" The
distraction allowed me to make the exchange of sleeping pills
with aspiring unnoticed. I poured a glass of milk, and
ostentatiously swallowed the two aspirin.
"Now I want you both to have a glass of milk yourselves, and
go to the bathroom NOW," I instructed. "I don't want either of
you having to get up for any reason. When you're finished, go
into your room and lock the door ... No, David's room ... yours
is too close, Darlene. You don't HAVE to sleep while I do, but I
recommend it."
"Yes Mom." I could see David's eyes sparkling as he
contemplated the situation Two hours AT LEAST, locked in his
bedroom with his sexy little sister ... and me knocked-out by
sleeping pills at the other end of the house.
"Do it," I said and headed for MY room; pointedly locking
the door behind me ... if the kids needed me, they could knock.
I heard flushing and washing noises ... intermixed with the
happy giggles and whispers of two kids thinking they were getting
away with something.
" .... we can actually .... SSSHHHH" Followed by creaks and
tiptoeing toward the other end of the house. Shortly this was
followed by a <klatch> of David shutting his door ... and as I
listened at mine, the <Kalunk!> of him throwing the lock.
Carefully, I waited 15 full minutes by the clock ... not
DARING to move from my spot earlier. Then, I carefully EASED
open the bolt on the bedroom door, turned the knob a fraction of
a turn at a time until it was opened silently. I almost forgot
and let go of the knob; but caught myself in time and eased the
nob closed afterward. Then, wearing heavy winter socks, I
tiptoed down the hallway ... being careful to miss the creaky
spot near the kitchen until I found myself breathlessly listening
outside my son's bedroom ... that he now was sharing with his
little sister ... who wasn't wearing panties.
I needn't have bothered. I could have pounded on the door,
and probably they wouldn't have heard me.
"Oh David."
"Oh Darlene"
"Oh."
"Oh."
"Oh."
The "Oh"s picked up speed, along with the creaking of the
bed, in the natural period of sex between a young boy and his
horny little sister. This time it was obvious that Darlene
enjoyed what her brother was doing as much as he did, by the
keening wail of a little girl getting her rocks off shortly
matched by the grunting gasps of the older boy as he ejaculated
inside her.
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Eventually the creaking stopped; followed by a rustling of
bedding, and murmurs and smacks that I took to be kisses and
other signs of appreciation from both siblings.
"Do you think she heard?"
"Naw. With those pills Mom took, she'll be lucky to wake up
in time for supper. We could probably do this in her bed, and
she'd never notice."
<Giggle>" You're teasing me, you rat!"
<Snicker.> "Wanna go again?"
"David!"
I noticed Darlene didn't say no.
Carefully I sneaked back to MY end of the house, relocked
the door, and masturbated myself with my own fingers, like I
hadn't done in YEARS. Usually, my husband gave me far more and
better sex than I needed. With the developing situation though,
that was soon to change; as I would soon need FAR more sex than
one man could give. Not being the type to cheat on somebody I
loved like Mike, I did a LOT of twiddling my fingers in my snatch
over the next few years ... but that of course, was later.
Two more times in the next three hours I heard the
unmistakable creaking of bedsprings in the otherwise silent
house ... one of which was climaxed by the wail of a little girl
in orgasm like the second time. For getting his little sister
off twice to his four times, I knew the preteen boy was doing
better than most men twice or even three times his age ... and he
could only improve. To some extent I envied my daughter having
such a wonderful lover at such a tender age.
Before long, I DID fall asleep; and actually DID spend two
hours of the time napping ... being waken in the middle by that
second wail of delight.
That night, I had a LOT of convincing to do with my husband.
Being a woman (of course) I knew how to do it ... with his prick
throbbing hotly inside me, as he tried to give me a climax before
filling my womb with his seed. Only (after three wrenching
climaxes on my own fingers, while listening to the kids go at it)
I wasn't much able to get off ... or even need to right then.
"Darling?" I said.
"Unh?" Mike groaned in response; trying to hold back against
the squeezing I was giving his prick with my vagina.
"I caught the kids fucking today."
"Uh ... You're kidding?" Mike stopped and actually wilted a
bit inside me.
""Nope," I said. "I came home this afternoon, and saw David
in his little sister's bedroom, between her legs, with his little
prick buried to the hilt in her tight little slit. Before they
were finished, I figure the kid must have squirted enough baby-
juice into Darlene's cute little tummy to have her knocked up for
the next six years."
"You ARE kidding," grinned Mike at me. I could tell he was
NOT turned off by the picture I was painting with my words.
Previously we had made jokes about, "Every little boy needs a
little sister to fuck, " and about having the two kids share a
bedroom, when we first brought Darlene home from the hospital ...
but up to now, they had all been jokes.
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"Uhuh," I denied. "In fact, afterwards I arranged it so
David could fuck the kid for two hours, while I took a nap and
they thought they were safe and alone."
"You didn't."
"I did."
Well, it took me WELL over two hours to convince my husband
that maybe it was NOT such a bad idea for the two kids to get
their sex at home ... as long as neither one was being forced,
neither got any diseases, and nobody (Darlene) got pregnant. I
had a LOT of fun convincing him ... with Mike belching thick
white gobs of baby-juice at MY womb so often it's a wonder I
didn't get pregnant myself ... in spite of taking the pill. At
the time, I was almost tempted to LET Mike knock me up again ...
he certainly would have been pleased by the idea.
Well, after that, it was simply AMAZING how often David
managed to be alone with his little sister. Time after time I
had him babysit the little girl ... and time after time I would
return, and the unmistakable smell of sperm and sex filling the
house gave testament to the fact that the "baby" he was sitting
was in his little sister's developing young womb.
Twice, Darlene had been watching TV, on her big brother's
lap ... supposedly innocently. Only both times I happened to
know that she was naked underneath her short little skirt, and
her brother's prick was poking her from the bathrobe he was
wearing. HOW they expected to get away with that, in front of
their own parents (well, me anyways) I don't understand ... but I
couldn't help going along with the gag.
When Darlene gave a gasp, I knew my son's swollen prick had
just poked her in the cunny. "Anything wrong, Dear?" I asked;
pretending to be distracted from the crossword puzzle I was
supposedly wrapped up in.
"No, Mom ... Unh," grunted Darlene; as I saw my son shift
his hips; and knew that three or four inches of incestuous prick
had just slid into my daughter's tight little slit.
"Well, don't disturb your brother too much," I admonished.
"He's trying to watch TV, you know. If your little sister
bothers you too much, just make her get off."
There was NO way David was going to make his sister get
off ... unless it was sexually. "It's OK, Mom," He almost
groaned; shifting his body until I knew his prick had slid all
the way into his little sister. "I don't mind ... Darlene can
squirm as much as she wants to. I like her." (Obviously the
understatement of the year.)
I pretended to go back to doing my crossword puzzle; but
kept an eye on the two incestuously-connected lovers in the
chair. Neither David nor Darlene knew it; but by peeking a
little over the top of the magazine, I could see where the
child's short little dress had bunched up in the back ... and I
could make out her big brother's prick actually sliding in and
out of her plump little cunny-lips!!! I almost fainted with
sensual overload of seeing my little girl (now 9 years old)
getting fucked by her teenaged brother not ten feet in front of
me!
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I finally could take it no more ... I just HAD to go to my
room and enlist the aid of "Mr. Thumb, and his four sons," in
relieving the terrible itch between my legs.
Only David beat me to it. Before I could stand up, I
watched my son's face distort in unmistakable grimaces of sexual
ecstasy, while a thick white drop of goo dribbled out around the
straining kiddy-cunt milking at his prick. His mouth was open
and gasping, while his breath came in pants. I knew the boy was
filling his little sister's womb with spurt after thick white
spurt of his potent seed, while I supposedly didn't have a clue
as to what was going on.
"Is something wrong?" I asked ... barely able to get out the
words myself, in the lust-induced haze I was in from watching my
son breeding his supposedly innocent little sister right in front
of me. I could see a slick white smear of sperm streaking his
prick, where it vanished into my little girl's pouting cunny
lips. Neither sibling was aware of the spectacle they made ...
assuming the child's short little dress hid everything from me.
"No ... Mom ... huf ... Everything's ... fine," gasped
David.
Darlene didn't say anything' simply staring at me wide-eyed;
as if she knew that I knew what they were doing.
"Well ... I'm going to my room ... I have some *personal*
business to handle," I said; barely able to stand up; as my knees
were so weak from watching the erotic dance in front of me.
Neither child said anything to that; but I heard Darlene
whispering something in David's ears as I passed them as I headed
for my appointment with my vibrator and fingers ... followed by a
whisper back that I DID manage to catch part of.
"... suppose she SAW do you?"
I could feel my daughter's eyes boring into my back as I
headed for the bedroom. That night, Mike and I almost wore the
springs out on the mattress.
About six months later (I SAID it was twice) they repeated
the process ... only this time with BOTH Mike and me sitting
watching TV. And THIS time, I'll swear that when Darlene's dress
hiked up in the back as she settled on her brother's swollen
prick that if it wasn't deliberate, she knew about it. Neither
Mike or I said a word, while our little girl worked her big
brother off inside her tight little cunny ... even when it was
obvious the older boy was filling her tight little baby-hole with
his sperm until it ran down her thigh when she got up. Once
again, we almost wore out the mattress that night.
While they never repeated that again, from then on the
excuses Darlene and David made became thinner and thinner, while
the pretense that nobody knew what they were doing became so
transparent it was almost silly. Still, we never admitted
knowing that our sun was boffing his little sister almost every
other day ... and they both pretended that the idea of sex never
entered either of their minds ... two innocent little kids ...
NOT!
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Well, about a year and a half after that first time I saw
David laying the pipe in his little sister, something came up
that both Mike and I had discussed and agonized over ... Darlene
got her first period. Both my husband and I had talked about
this and decided that when it happened we would sit the kids down
and explain the dangers and consequences of having unprotected
sex (without admitting we knew what they were up to) and let THEM
decide what to do about it.
Only ... I didn't do it.
Two days passed, then three days, and finally a week went
by, before I finally admitted to myself what I REALLY wanted ...
and did it.
"Oh NO!" I exclaimed, bringing both kids running into
Darlene's bedroom, where I had just spilled about three gallons
of soapy water all over the mattress. (I was pretending to wash
windows ... which really DID need some spring-cleaning.) "Quick!
Help me clean up this mess ... and get that mattress outside to
dry out ... David, you take that end ... Let's go, before it gets
worse!"
Before they knew exactly what was happening, I had
manhandled the mattress out into the yard, and we were putting
Darlene's bedding in the washer to remove the remains of the
dirty wash-water. "Thanks, Kids," I said, as we finished picking
up the mess.
Nobody, not even my husband, knew what I had in mind, until
that night when Darlene asked, "Mom? Where am I going to sleep
tonight? My mattress is still out in the yard!"
"Omigosh," I said (as if it had just occurred to me). "I
guess you'll just have to sleep with your brother tonight ... it
won't hurt you two to share a bed for a night or two.
"But Mom!" objected David, before thinking. "I can't sleep
with Darlene ... she's a girl!"
I almost spoiled things by snickering ... but managed to
glare at Mike to keep him from throwing HIS oar in the water.
"That's enough, David," I scolded. "Darlene's your sister. It's
not the same thing as if I was asking you to sleep with one of
your girlfriends (this a joke; as outside of Darlene, David
didn't have any girlfriends).
I glared at him, glared at my husband, and glared at
Darlene ... as if to dare any of them to object to the new
sleeping arrangements.
Finally Mike spoke up. "Is this what you want?" he asked;
searching me with his eyes.
"This is what I want," I told him flatly ... and that was
that.
That night, we heard the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings
from David's room down the hall ... followed shortly by the
rising (and by now familiar) wail of a pre-teenaged little girl
getting her rocks off with her big brother's prick belching thick
white ropes of sperm at her fertile young womb. Twice more that
night, the sounds were repeated; as by now David could get his
little sister off almost every time he did.
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In OUR bedroom (of course) the scene we knew was being
enacted down the hall was repeated by my husband and I each time.
It seems that hearing our kids get it on, was so inspiring we
reached heights we hadn't reached in years.
"You know," said Mike, when we finally came to a shuddering
halt with his prick slowly wilting inside me, "That little girl
of ours is going to get pregnant, if you let things go on this
way."
"I know," I grinned back at him. "And so will *I*, if you
do your job tonight." At my husband's wide-eyed look of surprise
I added, "I'm hoping Darlene is at least six months along before
she knows her brother's baby is kicking and squirming inside her
cute little tummy. Neither one of the kids has had sex-
education; and I DON'T want you telling either one of the either!
You get that, Big Boy?"
"Is that what you REALLY want?" asked Mike again.
"That's what I want," I replied; and grinned at the sudden
sound of thunder announcing that Darlene's mattress probably
wouldn't be dry for two more weeks.
Believe it or not, seven years later, and after having two
kids by her own brother, neither one of the two siblings knew
David was planting yet a third kid in Darlene's cute little tummy
until ... well, I'll get to that in a bit. I stopped at the one
girl Mike and I made that night when I first arranged for David
to impregnate his own little sister.
As I said, it was seven years later, and I figured David had
just knocked-up his little sister for the THIRD time, without
either of them knowing that what they did almost every night was
what caused Darlene's tummy to swell with his babies inside her.
In fact, from what happened then, I'm fairly sure that neither
one of the two kids knew that he was the father ... or even what
being a father was. Up to then (man has slut daughter who
doesn't know who fathered her children) Mike had adopted each of
Darlene's two kids ... and as far as anybody knew they were his
and mine ... along with Sandy and her two siblings.
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