My Boys
An Erotic Story
Damn, I'm proud of my sons. It just goes to show what
raising kids right in a loving environment will do. None of the
boys fight with each other, or even with their sisters. In fact,
they all love each other . . . so much, that unlike SOME
families, not one of the boys seems to have the slightest
objection to having real sex with his own sisters.
Uhuh. Maybe one reason the boys get along so well with each
other and their sisters, is the slightly unusual sleeping
arrangements we have. Instead of keeping all the boys in one
bedroom (or bedrooms), and all the girls separate in others, my
brother and I decided that OUR kids would have the chance to
decide who slept with whom. So we got a place big enough that
each of the girls got a bedroom with a bed big enough for three
people in a pinch (queensize beds) and then let the boys decide
between them, which sister they were going to sleep with that
night. Rarely do any of the boys sleep twice in the same bed;
sometimes even joining me or Tim. Of course, sometimes my
husband sleeps with one of the girls too. With four girls (five
including me) and only three boys (four including Tim) there is
always a choice of which bed the boy will sleep in, no matter
where his brothers decide to sleep. So there's no jealousy about
which boy is sleeping with which girl . . . the boy who goes to
bed earliest takes his choice of which bedroom he's going to
sleep in; and rarely (as I said) does the same boy sleep with the
same girl two nights in a row. Even my brother rarely sleeps
with me more than two or three nights a week; as one or the other
of the boys quite often joins me for the night before he does.
On the rare occasion that two boys pick the same girl or bedroom
at the same time, quite often both boys sleep with her. Even I
have occasionally woken up in the middle of the night to find two
or even three warm bodies in bed with me; with thick pricks
poking at me from either side. And since none of the boys has
any more objections to having full vaginal intercourse with any
of his sisters than they do with me, even sex is a non-issue.
Even then, rarely does one of the girls have to go more than
a few hours without sex from either her father or one of her
brothers; so even the girl who sleeps alone for a night doesn't
really miss out on feeling at least one of the boys pumping his
thick white baby-juice in her tummy for very long.
Take the other day . . . That morning it just happened that
I was the "odd woman out" and had slept alone the night before.
So I was a little horny that morning; which made what I saw that
much more erotic.
Checking first into my youngest daughter's bedroom, I found
the two kids already up and having sex when I looked in. Mike
(our 15-year-old) was sliding his thick prick in and out of the
little girl's clasping little slit; showing that the teenager
didn't mind fucking and squirting his cum in the womb of the
little 5-year-old, any more than he minded ejaculating his sperm
in the belly of the child's older sibling, when she was between
periods and ovulating.
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As I said, Damn, but I'm proud of my boys. Not many
15-year-old boys would fuck a little 5-year-old girl, especially
if she's their own sister; but Mike didn't seem to mind filling
the child's womb with his seed, any more than he did the older
girls.
Candy almost vanished under the teenager; as the older boy
bred his little sister like a Great Dane breeding a schnouzer.
Candy didn't object; just whimpering a little, each time the
boy's prick bottomed out inside her; wrapping her arms and legs
around the older boy to keep him from getting too violent as he
approached his orgasm.
Damn. Mike's prick was almost as big as his father's. It
looked so obscenely erotic sliding in and out of the tightly
stretched little slit of the preschooler; as the older boy did
his best to father a child on his little sister, before the child
even started Kindergarten. Not much chance that Candy would be
that lucky; but wouldn't that be something, if he did? God, I
hoped so . . . just like I wish I could have gotten pregnant at
the same age myself.
I decided that if Candy is big enough to take her brother's
thick penis inside her, that Tim's isn't that much bigger; so
tomorrow I am going to ask my brother to fuck the little girl
too. That way Candy could feel her father breeding her, just
like her brothers do. It wouldn't be fair to make the little
girl miss out, if her father's prick will fit inside her. And
from the way Candy was only whimpering as her big brother stroked
for a climax inside her, Tim's prick wouldn't hurt her that much
more . . . and if it did, then she'd just have to grin and bear
it. I watched until Mike suddenly jammed his prick as far up in
the little girl as it would go; bringing a loud "Ow" from Candy,
before his shuddering and the unmistakable bulging of his prick
told me the teenager was filling his little sister's womb with
incestuous cum. As I said, Damn I'm proud of my son. Not many
boys his age would fuck a little girl that young; and most of the
kids who would fuck a preschooler, wouldn't cum in his own little
sister like my son did.
Even with all the cum Mike must have squirted inside her;
filling the child's belly with sperm like that; only a tiny drop
of white oozed out afterwards; matching a tiny drop oozing from
the tip of the older boy's penis. Most of her brother's seed
must have been neatly trapped in the child's vagina (or delicious
thought, inside her womb) showing the older boy had done a GOOD
job of breeding his little sister.
"Ooooh," winced Candy, as Mike finally pulled out. I was a
little disappointed in HER reaction though; after what her big
brother had done for her.
"Don't forget to thank Mike for fucking you," I reminded
her.
Candy looked at me and gave me a wan smile, before turning
back to the older boy. "Thanks, Big Brother," she said; offering
her lips to the teenager.
Mike kissed his little sister thoroughly; almost sticking
his tongue down the child's throat, in way of showing that HE had
enjoyed fucking the little girl almost as much as my daughter
had. "Anytime, Squirt," he responded, "any time."
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Damn. I'm so proud of BOTH of them.
Heading down the hall, the next two rooms weren't quite so
interesting. Kimmie and Dan had obviously fucked during the
night . . . probably two or three times, from the look of it; as
they had collapsed in sleep with the covers half off, and the
little 7-year-old a big cummy mess that had half-dried, and made
a mat of her hair. From past experience, I knew her little cunny
was probably even more messy; as Dan could cum almost as much as
their father could, in spite of being only 12 years old.
Passing on, Diane and Jerry were cuddled up in sleep. I
couldn't tell if they were sexually joined or not without pulling
the covers off; and I didn't want to wake them. Oh well . . .
whether Jerry was sleeping with his prick in the little girl or
not, I knew the pre-teen had probably left enough sperm in the
third-grader to knock up the child's whole class . . . if she
could get pregnant at all; which wasn't completely impossible at
nine years old, at that.
Well, if the bedrooms of the two middle girls was slightly
boring, what was going on in my eldest daughter's bedroom more
than made up for it. Somehow I think my puttering around had
woken the two lovebirds, and I was just in time to see my big
brother's thick prick vanish into our daughter's tight little
slit.
This wasn't an innocent little 5-year-old being fucked by a
teenager. This was a fertile young woman almost twice as old,
being fucked by a real MAN. At 10 years old, Sherrie had been
having periods for over three months now, and was probably as
fertile as I was when Tim first knocked me up with her big
brother at almost the same age. Thankfully MY big brother has no
more compunctions about having full vaginal intercourse with our
daughter, fucking her, cumming in her, and filling our little
girl's womb with his babies, than her brothers, or than he minded
knocking ME up at the same age, when Mom moved my big brother
into his little sister's bedroom, two days after I had my first
period.
From the long strokes and moans my brother made, I could
tell he liked feeling our little girl's tight little cunny
squeezing his prick; and no more planned on pulling out when he
came, than her big brothers would. Maybe that's why our boys are
so nice to their little sisters, unlike other kids. Tim
certainly sets a good example; and all the boys know about how my
brother knocked me up for the first time, when I was 10.
I watched closely to make sure my big brother did it right
this time, too. "Now you make sure your father cums in you," I
instructed Sherrie.
"Yes Momma," she replied; humping back at her father.
Unlike me at that age, Sherrie has been fucking her father and
brothers for over 4 years now; so she knows pretty well what to
do. Ever since Mike first popped her cherry when she was five
years old (almost six) all three boys have been pumping their
sperm in the little girl's belly almost every night (and often
several times a day, as well). When she turned 7, I had my
brother start helping out, whenever he could too.
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Thankfully, none of the boys seemed to mind fucking the
little girl right in the cunny, and filling first her womb, and
then later the wombs of her little sisters with sperm, when THEY
got old enough to fuck. In fact, to my delight, not one of the
boys has even shown the slightest indication he might stop . . .
even when Sherrie started having periods, a few months ago. It
doesn't seem to bother any of the boys to know that they might be
getting their own sister pregnant with their babies, when they
cum in her now.
God, I'm proud of my kids. Most boys (I understand) would
be scared shitless, if they accidentally knocked their own sister
up; while from the way things are going around here, it looks
almost like not one of the boys would mind if he knocked all four
of his little sisters up, higher than a kite. If their father
doesn't beat them to it, that is.
From the look of things, Tim was sure going to try. While
we both know that if Sherrie DOES get pregnant, the baby will
probably be one of the boys' (most likely Mike's), there's still
a fairly good chance the baby might be her father's.
Such a thoroughly nasty, obscene, and completely erotic
thought . . . having your own father's baby. Well, if he could
do it, my big brother was certainly going to try. I watched
until Tim's strokes grew short; and he held his prick buried to
the hilt in our daughter's vagina, while his penis pulsed and
spat thick white gobs of sperm at our little girl's cervix, until
her tight little slit was full of her father's seed, and her
uterus was awash with incestuous cum.
"Please Daddy, please . . .," whimpered Sherrie; clutching
her father tightly, while he spurted and jerked inside her.
Finally she gave a mewling cry, and shuddered conclusively, as
her tight little tunnel involuntarily milked the last few drops
of her father's seed. "Wheoooo . . . thanks, Daddy," she finally
groaned. I could tell my daughter had enjoyed fucking her father
almost as much as I usually did. The two lovers gave one last
conclusive shudder; and then collapsed together, panting harshly.
God, I'm almost as proud of my big brother, as I am of our
sons! Not many men would even fuck their own daughters at all,
let alone have full unprotected sex with them; filling their
daughters' wombs with their seed, like Tim had just filled our
little girl's. Which is a crying shame, when you come to think
of it . . . EVERY girl should have at least a chance of feeling
her own father make a baby in her tummy. As it is, I feel almost
cheated; knowing my father died before he even had a chance of
getting me pregnant with his babies.
Mom says Dad had only been having full sex with me (where my
father stuck his prick right up inside me, and squirted his sperm
in my tummy) for about three months, starting on my seventh
birthday, before the big accident (waiting until I was "old
enough to fuck"); so she had to have my big brother take care of
me once I reached puberty; instead of breeding me to my father,
like she originally planned. Before that, I had only sucked him
off; or had Daddy "jack-off" in me, without really getting
inside.
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Sadly, I have only a few vague memories of sex with my
father . . . snapshots in my mind of my father's face (beard i
guess) scratching me, his huge body (compared to a 7-year-old
anyway) almost crushing me, and an ache in my cunny when Daddy
jammed his oversized prick in my tiny little slit; breeding my
like a bull breeds a heifer; not caring if the female taking his
seed inside her womb is his own daughter or not. I also have a
few vague memories of lying there in bed afterwards, with a sore
cunny dripping sticky gobs of my father's sperm, and a few others
of Daddy roughly (almost harshly) kissing me; sticking his tongue
in my mouth, while he felt me up in the cunny with his thick
calloused finger . . . sometimes before we had sex, and sometimes
while my sore little cunny was still dripping his seed; with it
running down my leg.
God I wish I could remember more! I understand my big
sister was pregnant for the second time by Daddy, when she and
the baby got thrown from the truck and killed. Sometimes I don't
know whether to envy my big sister for having Daddy get her
pregnant, or feel sorry for her for not living to see her kids
fucking, like I did. Sadly, I remember even less of my big
sister than I do Daddy; and I don't remember their baby at
all . . . just his name . . . John Michael . . . J.M. for short.
Even though Daddy wasn't the considerate lover my big
brother is; at least he cared enough to START having real sex
with me, even if he DID make me wait until I was seven, before he
took my virginity. Mom assures me that Daddy would have kept
right on fucking me, and pumping his sperm in my womb when I
reached menarche; as my father had no more objections to getting
his own daughters pregnant with his babies than Tim has.
Mom says Daddy used to call me, "his little slut," and sluts
were made for breeding . . . so what if I was his own daughter?
Mom tells me my father was actually hoping he got me pregnant at
only seven; saying it would be "good practice" for when I got
older. God I miss Daddy. God I wish Daddy had lived long enough
to get me pregnant like he did Jennifer . . . even if only once.
What I'd give even now, to be seven years old again, and just one
more time to feel my father grunting and groaning on top of me;
taking me like a dog takes a bitch in heat; while he jams his
thick prick to the root in my belly; and fills my tiny little
womb with his seed. Just once; that's all I ask.
Well, at least I can see to it that MY kids won't miss out
like I did, anyway.
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