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Broken In by Brother
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

A girl tells the story of her life in remote Wyoming, 
and how she and her brother learned about life and 
having babies together. Mom and Dad discover their 
relationship and while trying to discourage it get 
drawn in. (MF/mf-teens, ped, inc, 1st, oral, mast, 
preg)

***

Most people would think it was odd for a boy to be 
ramming his big hard prick into his little sister's 
sopping pussy until he fountained his sperm into her 
unprotected womb. 

But I didn't. 

You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, 
and then maybe you'll understand.

In 1954 our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, 
and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away. Daddy 
raised horses and sheep. Momma kept some chickens and a 
huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all 
year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild 
cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the 
wild west days. Every once in a while he'd shoot one 
and drag it in with a team of horses and we'd butcher 
it. Our days were full of making that farm work.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that our family was 
the whole world to Bobby and me. We were home schooled 
and, other than visitors who came to the farm, we never 
saw another soul. I didn't even know such a thing as TV 
existed until I was seventeen and went on a trip to 
visit my Aunt Betty and Uncle Bob, who my brother was 
named after. 

Anyway, Bobby and I were each other's playmates, 
friends, everything to each other as we grew up. He was 
a year older than I. My first memories were of him, 
holding me with his arms around me, up on top of a 
horse as we followed our father somewhere. It was 
bouncy and exciting, but warm and safe too at the same 
time. Most of my other memories of being young also 
include Bobby. We helped on the farm too. We didn't 
think of it as work. It was just our life, and we did 
everything together. 

We even slept together. Our bedroom was up in the attic 
of the little house we lived in, and there was a home-
made bed in there. It was too small to put two regular 
beds in, so Daddy made a bed that was custom fit into 
one end of the room. It was smaller than what would be 
called a queen bed today, but bigger than a double. I 
know it seemed like acres big to us as we jumped and 
bounced on it when we were little. But when it came 
time to sleep we were invariably snuggled up together, 
like puppies, sharing each other's warmth and that nice 
feeling of being next to somebody.

Our parents weren't too shy about their lovemaking. In 
the evening, when all the work was done and we were all 
gathered in the main room, reading or playing games or 
whatever, mom and dad would start smooching, and pretty 
soon he'd have his hands all over her, and begin taking 
parts of her clothing off. Usually they would get up 
and go to their bedroom, telling us kids they were 
going to "have a conference" and for us not to bother 
them. 

Especially later, but when I was seven or eight I 
remember several times when daddy would get momma all 
naked and then get on top of her on the couch. The only 
reason I paid any real attention was because of the 
sounds they made. I mean Bobby and I lay in bed naked 
together all the time, right? Lying around naked was no 
real surprise. But momma would start moaning, and then 
they looked like they were wrestling or something. 
Eventually momma would scream and wrap her legs around 
daddy's waist while he yelled too. 

I remember one night after this happened and Bobby and 
I sat there watching them and looking at each other 
like "What in the world are they doing?" I asked Bobby 
"Hey, why do you think daddy kept talking about coming 
somewhere? How can you come when you're already there?" 
He said he didn't know, and that he was tired and 
wanted to go to sleep so would I please shut up. 

Six months later when they did that again, on the 
couch, I saw, as poppa rolled on top of her that his 
penis was hard and sticking out from his body. That was 
different. I'd seen his and Bobby's penises plenty of 
times, but never looking like that. So I watched 
carefully and suddenly realized they were doing what 
the horses did every spring! They were mating! 

I got all excited and ran over to them yelling about 
how I wanted a little sister, or I was going to have a 
little sister or something like that. They started 
laughing and both of them put their arms around me and 
crushed me to them as daddy yelled some more about 
coming. Momma had big tears in her eyes and I asked her 
if she was OK and they laughed again.

It was after that that they pretty much went to their 
room every time poppa started taking her clothes off. 
They kept smooching in front of us though.

When I was twelve and it was in the fall, I got into 
bed one night and Bobby and I were talking. We usually 
did that before we went to sleep - just talked about 
the day, or what we were going to do tomorrow, or about 
a book one of us was reading or something. But this 
night Bobby said "Rachel? Why do you suppose they kiss 
so much?" I knew what he meant. Poppa and momma were 
always kissing and running their hands all over each 
other's bodies.

"I don't know," I said.

Then he put his arm over me and said, "You wanna try 
it? I mean the way they do? You know, see what it's 
like?"

I said, "Sure," and the next thing I knew his lips came 
up against mine and stayed there. It was OK, but our 
noses kept getting in the way. It was hard to breathe 
too. But we worked hard at it, trying to figure out why 
they did it so much. Then, when I couldn't breathe one 
time, I opened my mouth to tell him I couldn't breathe 
and my tongue touched his lips. 

He jerked back from me as I gasped in air and said "You 
licked me!" I said as how I had NOT licked him, but was 
just trying to breathe but he said "No, it felt good. 
Do it again." So we kissed and I opened my mouth and 
stuck my tongue out and then he did too and... oh my 
goodness. What a difference. 

In that instant we both knew exactly why our parents 
did that so much. We did it for half an hour that 
night, and every night after that. We still talked, but 
we kissed a lot too. I don't know why we didn't do it 
in the daytime. I guess since we discovered it in bed 
we just saved it for bedtime.

We had taken baths together until I was maybe eight or 
nine. We didn't stop because of the boy/girl thing, but 
because we wouldn't fit into the tub together 
comfortably any more. After that one of us would sit on 
the commode while the other one bathed, and then we'd 
switch. 

One day, about a month after my thirteenth birthday, I 
took my bath and then sat on the commode, naked of 
course, running my hands through my long blonde hair, 
getting the snarls out while Bobby took his bath and we 
talked. Suddenly he said "Hey! You're growing hair!" I 
looked at him and he was staring between my legs. My 
knees were maybe a foot apart. I spread them further 
and looked and said "So? You have it too."

He said "Yeah, but I never noticed it on you before. 
Then he looked at me sort of strange and said "And your 
boobs are bigger too." I looked down at them. They had 
been growing pretty well for a couple of years and now 
they stood out six or eight inches from my chest. They 
didn't look like mamma's. 

Hers were all full and heavy looking, like the udder of 
Bessie, our milk cow. Mine didn't look anything like 
that. They were cones, with pointed tips. The nipples 
were kind of puffy and round looking, like somebody had 
cut a golf ball in half and pasted them to the tips of 
my breasts. I wasn't much impressed with them, but they 
were all I had. 

"You think so?" I said. "I don't think they're growing 
very fast at all."

He allowed as how they were lots bigger than the last 
time he saw them, which was stupid, since he'd seen 
them the night before when we got in bed. I told him 
so. Then he smiled and said one was bigger than the 
other and that if that kept up pretty soon I'd be 
leaning over sideways all the time. He thought that was 
oh so clever and laughed, but it made me mad. We got in 
a yelling match. 

About the time I yelled that he was just plain stupid 
and to quit looking at me, momma came in and broke up. 
She saw me there, comb in hand, naked, sitting on the 
toilet seat while my brother, wet and soapy yelled at 
me. She barked at us to break it up and we scowled at 
each other as he dried off and I finished my hair. 

That night though, as we kissed each other good night, 
Bobby's hand wandered up and over one of my breasts. It 
tingled when he touched it, especially the nipple, and 
I was surprised. I mean we'd been touching each other 
for over a decade, but this felt different ... nicer 
somehow. It made me want to slide my hands all over his 
back. So I did. I discovered his butt is like ROCK!

The next night at supper my dad looked at my mom and 
then sort of cleared his throat and said "Well, I guess 
I'd better be thinking about building on to the house." 
Just like that. Then he went back to eating.

Bobby and I were astonished. We looked at each other 
and shrugged. 

"Why?" I finally asked.

Now HE looked surprised for some reason. "Well, you and 
Bobby are getting all grown up and I figured you might 
want your own room now." He looked at my mother like 
"What have you gotten me into here?"

I said "Why would I need my own room?"

Momma said "So you have some privacy, honey. Don't you 
want privacy?"

Now I was confused. I'd spent every day of my life in 
the presence of other people. The only time I'd ever 
been alone was when I was working on a job that didn't 
take more than one family member to complete. Alone was 
fine. It gave me time to think about things without 
being interrupted, but why would I want to be alone in 
a room of my own? All the time? At night? That would 
just be lonely, not alone. I said so.

Now my mother looked astonished. "You don't mind 
sleeping with your brother?"

I said "Of course not. How else would I keep warm? And 
who would I talk to as I go to sleep?"

Bobby was sitting there, his head turning from side to 
side as he looked at whoever was speaking. His eyes 
were real big and he looked like he was holding his 
breath or something.

My daddy looked at momma and said "What the hell am I 
supposed to do now Molly?" 

She looked stunned and said "I guess I was wrong."

So, from then until I turned fifteen things went on as 
usual. Bobby and I would cuddle and kiss in bed and run 
our hands all over each other's bodies each night as we 
went to sleep.

In the summers, when it got warm, and the days were 
done. I usually just wore one of my poppa's old work 
shirts after dinner. All we did was sit around the main 
room. I didn't need shoes or anything, so that's all I 
wore. I found out later in life that other girls wore 
panties, but none of the women in our house did. I 
didn't even own a pair until my Aunt Betty took me 
shopping during a visit to her house when I was 
seventeen. 

Anyway, in the summer I was fifteen I was sitting on 
the couch, reading a book, dressed in one of poppa's 
old shirts. I had grown some, and this particular 
shirt, which was my favorite because it was so thin and 
soft, was getting a little small on me and my pussy was 
showing. 

Of course I didn't think a thing about it, but my daddy 
kept looking at me and he nudged my mother and 
whispered in her ear. She giggled and they started that 
kissing and fondling that Bobby and I knew would lead 
to a "conference" before long. But this time momma 
slapped his hands away from her and said "Quit. You 
have no shame."

Then she got up and said "Rachel? It's about time I 
taught you to sew." That was OK with me. Momma did most 
all her sewing during the day while the rest of us were 
out doing chores. So I'd never been there to watch as 
she did amazing things with needle and thread. She made 
most of our clothes. So I said "Great, I need a new 
pair of britches, with built in chaps."

My father started laughing so hard he rolled off the 
couch and onto the floor. He was laughing so hard he 
couldn't breathe. My mother just looked disgusted. 
"First, dear, we're going to make you a nightgown."

A nightgown! Now why in the world would I want a 
nightgown? Momma had one. She wore it when the weather 
got cool. When it was really cold we all wore pants and 
sweaters until it was time for bed. But momma liked to 
wear that nightgown around after supper. It looked 
nice, I supposed, and it would keep you warm if it 
wasn't too cold, but now? In summer? I thought that was 
goofy. I said so.

My mother just said "Well, we're going to make you one 
young lady, so get used to the idea."

So we made me a nightgown. Mamma rooted around in her 
stash of cloth and started muttering about nothing 
being big enough. Finally she came out with some old 
curtains that she thought she could make work. They 
were dark brown, but I didn't care what color the thing 
would be anyway. We cut and measured and she showed me 
how to sew a seam on the old treadle machine she had 
and pretty soon we had what looked like a dress to me. 

When I slipped it over my head it hung down clear to my 
ankles. It was warm, all right. Inside of ten minutes I 
was dragging it back off, sweating. My mom threw up her 
hands and the nightgown got hung on a hook for the rest 
of the summer. I did use it in the fall though, and it 
was nice.

Bobby had been real interested in how well the hair was 
growing on my pussy since that night in the bathroom. 
He liked to examine me when we bathed ... "to see how 
you're coming along". He had a lot of hair around his 
penis and sometimes I was a little jealous. Anyway, I 
got thrown from a horse we were gentling and had 
sprained my shoulder. 

So that night, in the bathroom, I asked him to wash my 
body for me, so I didn't have to move around too much. 
I got up on my knees in the tub and he started 
splashing water on me. Then he got his hands all soapy 
and washed me all over. When he got to my butt he 
slipped his hand between my legs and washed there too. 

Wow! That felt different. 

Then he moved to the front and slid his soapy hand 
between my legs again. It sure felt different than when 
I washed there. I mean, when I did it, it felt good. 
I'd sort of gotten in the habit of washing there 
really, really good. I might wash there for ten minutes 
while I talked to Bobby. But when he did it, it made a 
strange tightness in my stomach, and then heat. I felt 
something happen inside my body and that heat started 
moving! It was like something had spilled inside me and 
was going to seep out from between my legs. I was in 
the bath, though, so I couldn't tell what happened. 

Sometimes, when we got into bed he'd look me over real 
good. It made me feel all warm inside, because he 
usually said something about how I was pretty. Then 
we'd settle down to some serious kissing and rubbing. 
He'd never rubbed my pussy before. So that night, when 
we were kissing, I told him about how nice it had felt 
when his hand was between my legs and asked him to rub 
there again. His hand slipped between my legs.

"Your hair is soft," he murmured in my ear. 

I spread my legs. He rubbed some more and I felt that 
strange heat inside me again. I told him about it and 
he gasped. 

"You're getting wet down there," he said. "Are you 
peeing?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course not," I said crossly. "Why would I pee on 
your hand, you idiot?"

"Well it's wet," he said. He moved his fingers around 
and now they slipped back and forth like when his hands 
were all soapy. "And slick too." He rubbed some more 
and one of his fingers just naturally fell inside the 
furrow I had down there. It rubbed over a bump at the 
top of my slit and I felt a little electric tingle 
shoot through me. 

"Oooo wait!" I said. 

His hand stopped. 

"Noo I don't mean stop!" I barked. "I mean wait, right 
there." My hand went down to his and I pressed on that 
finger. Then I guided his hand back and forth, making 
that finger rub the bump. I started panting. This felt 
REALLY good. "Feel that bump? It feels REALLY good when 
you rub that."

So he started rubbing it some more. Pretty soon I was 
flopped on my back, spread eagle, whimpering and 
thrashing as he finger-fucked me but good. I don't 
remember too much about that first orgasm. Except that 
Bobby was making me feel so good, so special, I knew I 
would love him forever. I told him so. And my shoulder 
didn't even hurt!

I know he was worried that he'd hurt me. After I came 
he was leaning over me, whispering "Are you OK? Rachel? 
Please say something." I couldn't, because I was 
breathing too hard, but I put a hand up, with one 
finger to his lips and nodded. Eventually I was able to 
tell him what had happened. Or at least what I'd felt. 
We didn't exactly KNOW what had happened right then. 
But I knew I wanted it to happen again. 

He allowed as how it might not be a good idea to go 
through that again right away. So we kissed some more 
and drifted off to sleep.

Well, that meant that every night I had to get him to 
rub me after that. He didn't mind. We found out that if 
we were kissing while he rubbed that I could get that 
special feeling pretty quickly. And more than once a 
night! 

Then one night, in the bathroom, after I was done and 
Bobby was in the tub, I was sitting there, idly 
stroking my bump when Bobby said "Hey!" He had a funny 
look on his face and he stood up in the tut, saying, 
"Look at this!" His penis was hard! And I mean HARD. It 
was sort of like that in the mornings when he first got 
up, but as soon as he peed it went back to looking 
normal again. 

I said "You need me to move? You have to pee?" 

He shook his head and said "No, I was just watching you 
play with yourself and it got hard." His hand went 
around it. It fit like it was made for that. He stroked 
it and then said "Wow, that feels really good." So he 
kept stroking it and pretty soon he got this wild eyed 
look and he was grunting and his knees bent and 
suddenly a long white ropey looking stream of white 
stuff shot out of his penis! It landed right on my 
stomach and the hand I was stroking myself with. 

Then, just as I registered that this stuff was hot, his 
penis spat again, TWICE! Those were weaker, though, and 
didn't get on me. I knew he wasn't peeing. I'd seen 
both him and poppa pee plenty of times. This was 
different, and I thought about how when he played with 
me I got wet, and that maybe this was the same thing. I 
told him so. But he had to sit down once his penis 
stopped leaking and I don't know if he heard me really 
or not.

When we got into bed that night he rubbed me, like 
usual, and I got off. Then I asked him if he wanted me 
to rub him, but he said it was sore, a little, and he 
was worried that he'd hurt it or something.

But the next night it was OK, and when I put my hand on 
it, it got stiff again. I wanted to look at it, so he 
lay on his back and spread his legs, while I got down 
there and examined this new toy. I stroked it a few 
times, like he had and he sighed, saying it felt so 
good. 

"It looks a little like one of Bessie's teats," I said. 
Then I remembered a time, when I was very little. My 
poppa and I had been in the barn and he was milking 
Bessie. He told me to sit down beside him - I had to be 
only four or five at the time. He told me to open my 
mouth and when I did, he aimed one of Bessie's teats at 
it and squeezed a shot of milk straight into my mouth. 
I had spluttered and choked a little, but then I 
thought it was cool. 

I'd forgotten all about that. 

I remembered it had tasted good. And it had been warm. 
Like the stuff Bobby had shot on my stomach.

I think it was that memory that made me do it. I'd 
never have thought of doing anything like it otherwise, 
I'm sure. But, looking at Bobby's "teat" I just got the 
urge to put my mouth on it. When I did I thought he'd 
had some kind of attack. He started thrashing around on 
the bed and his hips bounced up off the sheet and 
something warm and wet filled my mouth. 

I swallowed, more out of self defense than because I 
wanted to, but then, after I got some room in my mouth 
and could taste it, it wasn't bad at all. It wasn't as 
sweet as Bessie's milk, and it was thicker, but it 
tasted pretty good. Plus it was a lot less messy than 
just letting it spew everywhere.

In the fall when I was sixteen and something happened 
that changed a lot of things. It was cool and I'd been 
wearing my nightgown, which was pretty soft by then. 
But when it was time to go to bed Bobby wanted me to 
take it off. We did all our kissing and masturbating 
naked, and it always felt really good to rub up against 
each other naked, so I didn't mind taking it off at 
all. But I burrowed down under the covers and up 
against Bobby to keep warm. 

In the process of kissing he rolled half on top of me. 
Then he got all the way on top of me. We were kissing 
and rubbing together. His peter was digging into my 
pussy as he squirmed around on top of me. It was all 
hard and I hadn't sucked the stuff out of it yet. We'd 
had an accident several weeks before, when we'd been 
doing pretty much the same thing as now. One minute 
he'd been rubbing his penis all over my stomach and the 
next it was shooting sticky white sperm all over my 
pussy and stomach. 

What a mess! 

I told him so too. I told him the next time he'd better 
tell me about it so I could get my mouth on him. We'd 
had to change the sheets and I got cold and was grumpy 
for two days. So anyway, this time he started huffing 
and puffing and I asked him if he was about to shoot. 
He said, "Yeah," all dreamy like and I started pushing 
on him to get him off me so I could catch the good 
stuff in my mouth. But he wanted to keep rubbing and 
between him lunging at me and me pushing him away, 
somehow his penis slid right inside me!

Now we knew how animals mated. And I'd seen my momma 
and daddy mating that one time. But we hadn't ever 
thought about doing it ourselves. I mean brothers and 
sisters don't have babies together, right? Everybody 
knows that. So, while we did everything else in the 
world, we never thought about fucking. But when his 
nasty old boner slid up inside my poor pussy, and my 
poor pussy just flat LOVED it, I didn't know what to 
do. Then, to top it off, he groaned and his prick 
swelled up and started shooting like crazy. 

I was thanking my lucky stars that it all went up 
inside me, because as much as he was shooting we would 
have had to change the sheets again. 

To this day I don't know why I never thought about the 
possibility that my brother had just fucked a baby in 
my belly. Now that I think back on it, I suspect that I 
assumed you didn't have a baby unless you TRIED to have 
a baby. I mean, back then, girls like me thought you 
had to DECIDE to get pregnant, and then you did 
something that MADE you pregnant, and you told everyone 
you were going to have one, and later you did. I know 
how stupid that sounds now, but back then... well, 
maybe I WAS stupid.

Of course we both loved it. And, of course we both 
adopted that as one of the things we did every night 
after that. If my brother didn't poke his big old hard 
cock up my pussy and fill it up with brother butter 
every night then it was because either he was sick, or 
I was. That's why we got caught.

I remember I had just gotten out of the bathtub one 
night and had sat down on the stool to comb my hair. 
Bobby was about to get in, and he got distracted 
because my legs were spread. He loved to look at my 
pussy, and play with it and lick it and then poke his 
prod in it. Anyway, the only place we'd ever done that 
was in bed, just before we went to sleep. 

Don't ask me why, but we never did it while we were 
doing chores or whatever. But this night Bobby got to 
looking at my pussy and he got all hard and he asked if 
he could put it in me right there in the bathroom. 
Well, we tried with me sitting on the toilet, but that 
hurt his knees. He tried lying down on the edge of the 
tub while I straddled him, but that hurt his back. He 
wanted me to lie down on the floor, but the tile was 
cold.

So then he got the idea of trying to do it standing up. 
He pushed me up against the wall and I lifted a leg. He 
had to stoop to get in me. He'd grown about four inches 
in the last three months and was now two or three 
inches taller than me. So he got it in me and then just 
stood up. That lifted me off the floor. That put the 
most wonderful pressure on my poor clitty. And then he 
started bouncing me up and down. We didn't know it but 
I was banging into the wall and shaking the whole 
house. 

So, when my mother barged in the bathroom door, her 
astonished eyes were met with her son, balls deep in 
her daughter, who was impaled helplessly, feet off the 
floor, as her son's thick white spooge ran down my 
legs, seeing as how he'd just pumped a cupful in me. 

She noticed the fact that I wasn't yelling and hitting 
him. Of course the other fact that I was cooing "Oh 
yeah, Bobby, squirt that beautiful stuff up in me" 
might have had something to do with her arriving at the 
conclusion that we were both involved in this activity 
of our own free wills. 

First she got all pale. As I recall it now, that was 
probably because she, of all people in the house, knew 
exactly how dangerous it was that there was sticky 
silver sperm flowing out of my pussy. Then, as Bobby 
stepped back and his big old boner slithered out of me 
with a squelch, she got sort of red in the face. I do 
remember her saying "Now you two stop that RIGHT 
NOW!!!" and then she just turned around and left. I 
looked at him and he looked at me and we just shrugged. 
You have to remember that we didn't actually know we 
were doing anything wrong. Not then, anyway.

But we figured it out when Daddy walked into our 
bedroom and told Bobby to go see his mother. I'd seen 
Daddy mad a time or two, and he was pissed. I had been 
about to get in bed, so I was naked. Daddy had on some 
shorts. He came right out with it. "Your ma says you 
and Bobby were having sex in the bathroom."

I thought about that. You know how sometimes you can't 
see the forest for the trees? It was like that. Here 
we'd been doing this fun and wonderful thing for months 
and months but it had never clicked that we were 
"having sex". We were just doing something that felt 
good. Really good. But when Daddy said that I 
understood. "Um... yessir," I said.

He frowned. Maybe he expected me to argue. "And she 
says he came in you."

There was that strange way of talking again. "Well, we 
were there together. I mean we came there together, so 
I guess so." I was trying to have a conversation, but I 
didn't know what I was talking about. My poppa was a 
smart man, though and he figured out that I didn't 
understand.

"What I mean is that he put his seed inside you." he 
said.

I couldn't help it. I looked down at my pussy, 
expecting corn or wheat or something to pour out. I was 
confused. It must have showed. Daddy rolled his eyes.

"His penis shot white stuff inside you," he said with a 
sigh.

I brightened. This I understood. "Oh yes. That's our 
favorite part." 

He smiled and then tried to look stern. "You aren't 
supposed to do that with your brother." 

"How come daddy? It's fun. It keeps us warm. We don't 
fight about much any more." 

"Well, for one thing he might get a baby in you," daddy 
said softly.

I just looked at him. A baby! Remember the forest for 
the trees? Yup, it all came clear. We had been mating. 
That's what the animals did to have young. But wait! 
"You and momma do it and she doesn't have any babies." 

His eyes got big. "Well, yeah, but... see it's all in 
the timing... man your momma should have had a talk 
with you a long time ago." He was getting frustrated. 
"Your brother shouldn't want to do that with you," he 
said angrily.

"How come?" I asked. "You do," I pointed. There was a 
tent in his shorts. I knew exactly what caused that 
tent. I saw it on Bobby a lot. Bobby had one every time 
he wanted to put his penis in me and shoot what poppa 
had called his seed. 

He looked down and gasped. Then he looked up at me and 
his eyes had a sort of haunted look in them. "Oh baby, 
I'm sorry," he said miserably.

"What for?" Now I was really confused. Bobby got a hard 
on when he wanted to have sex with me. Now Daddy had 
one too, so he must want to have sex with me too. OK. I 
liked Bobby and I loved my daddy, so what was the 
problem? I told him so.

He got this funny look on his face and said, "So If I 
wanted you to lay down on that bed and spread your legs 
for me... you would?"

"Sure, why not?" I said. "That'd be fun. I've wondered 
what it would feel like to have a different one in me."

Which is how I ended up flat on my back while my daddy, 
with his MUCH bigger penis, prodded me very nicely. I 
got my good feeling twice in a row with a daddy-pecker 
in me. His cock was bigger around than Bobby's, but not 
as long. It was all knobby too, and it scraped around 
inside me in the nicest way. But soon enough his penis 
did just exactly what Bobby's always had. 

It swelled up and began making my pussy all warm and 
wet inside. Daddy said he was coming right before he 
did that, and I finally understood what he meant by 
that. It meant his stuff was coming to be inside my 
pussy! He came a lot too.

Well then he was all teary eyed and saying he was sorry 
and that we had to go talk to momma about this. He 
struggled back into his shorts and told me to put on my 
nightgown and then we went through the living room to 
the other side of the house, where their bedroom was. 
Daddy pushed open the door and then stopped like he'd 
been hit by a truck. There, on the bed, momma was lying 
there naked on her back. Her legs were spread wide and 
there, between them, mating her like crazy, was Bobby. 

Momma was having a pretty good time. Of course I knew 
why. Bobby was pretty good with that slab of meat that 
hung between his legs. It was long and once it was 
inside you it poked just about up to your stomach if he 
got it angled just right. Momma's hands were hitting 
the bed beside them, and her head was flailing from 
side to side. She was obviously having her good feeling 
too. 

Then Bobby grunted and started making sounds I knew all 
too well. He jammed his pecker way up inside her and 
stopped still. Momma's eyes snapped open and she said 
"No Bobby... not inside me honey... I'm not safe." She 
obviously didn't understand. Once Bobby got to where he 
was, he stayed there until he was all emptied out. If 
it was in your mouth, you'd better keep it there. If it 
was in your pussy, same thing. Otherwise you were going 
to have to change the sheets.

Well, of course I understand all of this now that I'm 
older. And now that our sex education had caught up 
with us. We learned about Pandora's box after that. It 
got to be a code word between all of us. Somebody would 
say, "It's time to open Pandora’s box," and in two 
shakes there'd be four naked people just having sex 
like all get out. Sometimes it was Daddy and me. 
Sometimes it was Bobby and me. Sometimes they'd take 
turns and both of them would spread their seed. Once I 
found out about how dangerous it was I just sort of 
gave up and assumed I'd be having a baby pretty soon. I 
wasn't about to stop doing the most fun thing in the 
world. 

I was right too. It wasn't two months later that I 
started missing periods. I didn't mind that one bit, 
I'll tell you that. And it felt good to have something 
alive inside me all the time. True, I didn't know if it 
was Bobby's or Daddy's, but that part didn't really 
matter. It was mine, after all, and I loved it. 

Along about the eighth and ninth months I cussed it 
some, and Daddy and Bobby too. But I had some support 
from momma. Her belly swelled right along with mine. It 
was so strange to think about me having a baby sister 
or brother seventeen years younger than me! And it 
would grow up with my own baby!

So, now you understand the importance of a good 
education. Because Bobby and I didn't get ALL the facts 
when we were young, we embarked on a road that led us 
places most folks don't want to go. And if they knew 
the real parents of my precious Elizabeth, they'd frown 
and harrumph and say how wrong it was.

They can just think that all they want. I have better 
things to do. Elizabeth will have a brother or sister 
in a couple of months and I want to be ready. Then, I 
think maybe I'll just start all over again.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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