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Family Ways
by Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
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In an alternate universe where family incest is okay
and pedophilia is acceptable, Frank describes a
"loving" family and how they bring up their children.
(Mmg, extreme-ped, inc, voy, preg)
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"Oh Sis, I'm..."
"Jason! Don't cum in me. I just KNOW I'm fertile... I
could have a baby!" The girl's cry of warning belied
her frantic hip-movements, as Diane bucked her hips
back at her big brother, just as hard as he was
thrusting into her. Diane's mind may have been worried
about getting pregnant, but her body knew what IT
wanted, and didn't give a damn about little things like
pregnancy.
I looked down to where most of my son's cock had
vanished up inside his 13-year-old little sister's
tight little slit. From the jerking of the boy's penis,
I knew the he wouldn't be able to hold out very long.
So, I decided that I'd better act fast, if I was going
to do anything at all, before it was too late.
Hurriedly, I reached down and grabbed my son's hips,
and PUSHED, as hard as I could! The last half-inch of
my son's penis slid up inside the little girl. "You've
got to squirt it as far up inside your little sister as
you can, if you're going to get her pregnant," I told
the boy.
Diane's eyes widened in shock, as her big brother's
cock stretched her uterus, and then popped inside her
fertile young womb, when the 15 year old boy began to
cum. It was so exciting to watch my son impregnate his
little sister. Spasm after spasm shook the boy's body,
as he squirted gob after thick sticky gob of his potent
seed right up inside his own little sister's
unprotected young womb.
"Ungh! Unnngghhh!" grunted Jason. "Oh god, I'm cumming
in you! Oh Diane!"
My daughter whimpered a little, then suddenly seemed to
accept her fate. As her big brother wrapped his arms
and legs around her and kept pushing, Diane hugged him
back while saying, "Oh god Mom, I just KNOW I'm going
to have a baby. Jason is cumming inside me so much, I
just know I'm going to get pregnant before I make it to
high school. Oh god! Pregnant by my own brother! Oh
god, it feels so good, I just can't stop it."
I watched closely, to be sure my son did it right, and
left every drop of his incestuous sperm in the little
girl's tight little belly where it belonged. It wasn't
until he had finished his orgasm and his cock could no
longer remain erect, that he pulled out of his little
sister.
I could see a thick white drop of sperm dripping off
the end of the boy's penis as he withdrew; and shortly
a matching drop started to ooze out of Diane's tight
little crack. I knew my son had done it right, and had
left a generous helping of his baby-making sperm in his
own little sister's cute little tummy.
Hopefully, that same tummy would soon be swelling with
her big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside
her. Well, if not, I'd see to it that Jason kept right
on trying until it was.
Gently bending over Diane with a smile on my lips, I
took the tampon in my hand; said, "Hold still darling,"
and inserted the tip of the tampon up into Diane's
freshly fucked pussy lips and gave it a push. "I want
to be sure all that sperm stays inside you, where it
belongs," I told her; as I pulled the applicator out. I
started gently rubbing Diane's pussy-lips; pulling on
her nipples; and rolling her breasts, until Diane
moaned; closed her eyes; and had her own orgasm.
The whole idea of mating Jason and Diane, had been mine
back when I first started noticing my daughter's bra's
were beginning to really show off her breasts, and that
that her hips were getting broad enough to accept
"natural childbirth". I then started calculating the
days in the calendar since Diane had her last period
and figured my little girl was ovulating regular as
clockwork.
When Diane's fertile time of the month came, I talked
her into a massage and then separated my daughter from
most of her clothes. She was not easy, but after I
reached around, unsnapped her bra, and started rubbing
her breasts; working on her nipples gently; she
relaxed.
I watched the reaction as my daughter's skin tone
turned to blushing-pink in arousal; and a little moist
ring formed in her panty crotch, as she relaxed against
the bed and spread her legs. When I told Diane I had a
surprise for her, she opened her eyes and saw her
brother. At first, she tried to cover-up, but I told
her to relax while Jason sat on the bed beside her and
started rubbing where I left off. I had taught him
well.
Soon Diane was relaxing into his rubbing, as he climbed
on top of her. She barely noticed, and I knew she was a
goner; so I pulled her panties down over her ankles and
told her to spread her legs farther apart. You can
guess the rest... Jason got his penis between the
little girl's legs and started making a baby in his
little sister.
For the next three days I made sure that my son
squirted his seed in his little sister at least once a
day, while she was most fertile. After all, I didn't
want my daughter to miss any chances! A few times after
that, I actually saw him fucking his little sister even
without my prompting. Damn, I was proud of my kids.
My husband was very impressed with my calculations a
month later, when Diane came into our bedroom with a
worried look on her face, and told me she had missed
her period. I smiled, reached into the night-stand next
to the bed, and removed a pregnancy test-kit I bought
the previous month, for such a "hoped for emergency."
Then I took my daughter into the bathroom and took her
urine sample. The test was positive and soon Diane
started getting sick in the morning.
Diane was not a happy camper for the first three
months, but as soon as her skirt "puffed-up", I put my
daughter into young-miss maternity clothes. She
wouldn't wear the cute little T-shirt I got her that
said "Big Brother's Baby" on it to school; but I made
sure she wore it around the house, so all her relatives
knew just whose baby was kicking and squirming in the
little girl's cute little tummy.
I made sure Diane was ready to have the baby long
before the baby was due. I talked it over with the
OB/GYN and got permission to have a home delivery for
her.
When the big day arrived I had Diane in our room spread
out on the bed with video cameras rolling. After two
hours of sweating, straining and pain, Diane's
pregnancy terminated with the delivery of a healthy 7lb
4oz boy... Jeremy David (J. D. after his parents). I
helped cleanup Diane after the delivery and brought the
baby in for its first feeding. Diane's breasts were
extremely large after the pregnancy (at only 13 years,
34D cups) and after her milk arrived they were
extremely tender.
At first, Diane was worried about starting to school
while nursing the baby, because she wanted her son to
be raised on breast-milk, yet couldn't very well nurse
him in class, could she? But she hadn't counted on me.
Two weeks before Diane was to start school I rented a
commercial breast-pump and introduced Diane to the pump
after she had just completed her first morning feeding.
I could say Diane was very surprised when I rolled in
the door with the pump. She asked, "What is that?!"
I just smiled and told her to remove her nursing bra.
Diane looked puzzled but complied. The rest was
history. I approached her with the twin suction cups
and held them in place drawing off her milk. That
became the way she was milked every morning after her
bath. Diane would feed Jeremy in the morning, when she
awoke, and then an hour later I would milk her to get
extra for Jeremy during the day.
When she got home, she would feed him again; then I
would milk her a second time, to get every drop for
later. Then Jeremy again before bedtime, and in the
middle of the night with the machine. They say that the
more milk a baby sucks, and the oftener he does it, the
more milk a girl produces. With her son AND the milking
machine alternating, Diane became quite a little
"milker" as I called her; and she produced enough milk
for three babies.
The extra milk we donated to the hospital for mothers
that couldn't nurse, but their babies needed breast
milk. The whole family was proud of our little "dairy
herd". After a while, Diane got to be just as proud of
her accomplishments as we were.
When Diane's baby was weaned, Diane wanted to stop
nursing but I was having none of that! So when Diane
started to "dry-up" you can guess what happened next.
Jason was called into "stud-service" and Diane was
impregnated again. Only this time it took almost 6
months of trying on his part.
Boy did HE have fun though; squirting his sperm inside
his little sister's fertile young womb almost every
night, and sometimes two or three times a day.
Actually, BOTH kids had fun, once Diane got used to the
idea that she was going to be either lactating,
pregnant, or working to become pregnant, as long as she
remained at home. My goal was that Diane would produce
at least three children before going off to college...
In fact, our daughter produced FOUR cute little rug
rats before she left to join her big brother in
college. Jeremy, Darlene, Jack and Melanie. (My husband
Marvin had to "help out" on the last one by squirting
HIS potent sperm in our little girl's womb for over six
months, as Jason was in college himself by that time.)
That was over six years ago, that she left. You might
think we miss her since she moved out with her brother,
and we do; but yesterday Darlene was complaining about
cramps, and her panties had a brown stain in them.
Mmmm, I can hardly wait.
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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