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A Family Affair - The Trilogy, Part 1- Show Off
Art S Healing (address withheld)
***
A young exhibitionist girl describes her recent past at
the hands of her perverted family and how she finds out
that showing off can yield some unusual benefits in her
house. (MFbg, extreme-ped, bi, inc, exh, voy, 1st, mast,
oral, anal, ws)
***
Author's Note: Dear reader, I feel it is very important
to express my loathing of abuse in any form. It may be
difficult for some to image, but for me, reading and
writing these types of stories is purely for therapy.
Odds are that I am not alone in that department. It's
like taking medication or performing important mental
health exercises; it desensitizes me to something
horrible that happened to me. It helps me cope. Someone
once pointed out to me that others also may use them to
refute urges that may result in someone getting hurt- a
release. No one (ESPECIALLY CHILDREN) must ever be
traumatized by forcing or coercing them into doing
something they do not wish to do or something in which
they are not ready.
These stories are symbolic to me and (writing) is a form
of art, pure and simple. It is for expression, discovery
and therapy. Some sexual stories I enjoy in a sexual
way- while others, like the one below, it is not so much
arousing, but relieving. I have found that the graphic
sexual details are vital for it to be effective. I
mostly put myself into the victim's character. It may be
difficult for you to understand, but it works for me.
The things in my stories are symbols. NO ONE GETS HURT
IN THESE STORIES. NO CHILDREN WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING
OF THIS STORY.
If you find any form of real life abuse being performed
on any children or anyone else, please help them
immediately by any means necessary. If you wander into a
child porn site, please report it to ASACP.com. If you
have dangerous urges, please seek help from a
physiatrist or a therapist as soon as possible. It will
be kept confidential by law. If for some unimaginable
reason you are not worried about destroying little
helpless souls then at least worry about prison, how
your family and friends will view you from then on, and
being shunned for the rest of your life by virtually
everyone. PLEASE, PLEASE NEVER HARM A CHILD!!!
Sincerely, Art S Healing
***
A Family Affair - The Trilogy, Part 1- Show Off
Some people would say that it's wrong that my daddy to
still bathes me, if they knew, I mean. I am thirteen
now, but it's not like I mind. Neither does my mother.
She even walks in on us from time to time and treats the
whole thing like it's no more bizarre than if I was a
baby instead of thirteen years old. Daddies give their
daughters baths- no big deal. But then again, she treats
everything like it's supposed to be happening. It's been
that way for as long as I can remember. If she doesn't
care, why should I? After all, nobody in the house minds
that he and my two brothers and my mom have been fucking
my brains out since I was ten either.
Even now at thirteen, puberty has just barely begun to
take me, and I just had my first period a couple of
months ago. It's not so bad, really. Daddy says that he
loves that I look much younger than I am- nothing wrong
with that. I'm a bit of a late bloomer mom says. My body
is just about as narrow as when I was eight. I have
almost no hips what-so-ever. My biceps and forearms are
an equal match as to how thin they are. Daddy jokes that
you could clean pipes with my arms. I always laugh at
that. And I'm still waiting for the first signs of
public hairs, but I'm not worries about it or anything.
They'll sprout when they sprout. I'll probably shave
them off once I get them anyway- just like my mommy.
I finally started growing my titties not long ago, but
they are so small that they barely even pooch out at
all. It's like my nipples are just peeking out at the
world, like emerging tiny cones of flesh. That doesn't
seem to bother my daddy, though. Sometimes after my
bath, he says that (somehow despite all of his soapy
handed fondling) they still aren't clean, so he'll
suckle on them. He'll lick, kiss and even lightly bite
at my nipples. I love it when he takes a whole titty in
his mouth and gently sucks. It feels so good and I get
so wet between my legs. In the bath, he takes a long
time making sure I'm clean all over.
He never neglects my girl-slit either- not then and not
now. He always liked to rub it and play with my little
bumpy thing too, and one night he started fingering me.
Not too deeply at first, but like most people, the more
he got away with, the bolder he got. He said he wanted
to make sure I'm clean up in there, so it had to be
done. Eventually he even started peeing in my bathwater
or directly onto me saying that piss is a natural
moisturizer. He would do it to help wash the shampoo out
of my hair too.
I'd taste the strong, tangy piss as it ran down my face
like a yellow waterfall, and I never complained. It
tastes better than the soapy residue, anyway. He's
always so thorough, even long after the suds washed
away, he would still keep his piss going as long as he
could, chugging beer after beer. Somehow it seemed so
naughty that it made it fun. He's been pissing on me for
years now, probably since I was a baby. One of the
earliest times I can actually remember him doing it (I
guess I was about four- maybe nearing five) mommy walked
in on us and said, "What's going on here?"
"-Just getting all the shampoo out, honey," he replied,
his raining pee stream still raining down on me
unbroken. He was standing partially in the yellowing
bathtub. It had almost no water in it and I sat in the
middle of the tub like an island surrounded by beer-
piss. Before he began peeing, I had watched his robe-
clad body as he put one leg in the tub and kept one leg
out, knees bent so that he was slightly squatting in
front of me. I looked up in his eyes as he slung his
robe all the way opened and grabbed his semi-hard dick.
Next thing I knew, piss was jetting all over my face.
And despite daddy telling mom he was "getting all the
shampoo out", he was barley even hitting any part of my
scalp. It was just my face. I had my eyes tightly shut,
but I could hear mommy say, "Oh, okay," nonchalantly,
like it was nothing abnormal. "Well, when she's finished
with her bath, come down stairs. Dinner's ready."
Daddy let me air dry for dinner. I didn't even get
dabbed off with a towel first.
I actually started liking pee-pee games more and more
after that day for some reason. I think I started liking
it all even better after that day mom walked in on us.
It made me smile and the feeling of naughtiness was
taken over by something else- something more erotic and
arousing. Mom's casual acceptance made it even more
gratifying for me- don't ask me why.
I remember one night in our old house when I had gotten
up to go pee. I toddled down the creaky hallway and
stumbled inside the bathroom, leaving the door open. I
think I was about five or six at the time- probably six.
I seldom wore panties, so I just lifted my little
nightie, plopped right down on the toilet and spread my
legs out to go. I just looked down at myself as I
trickled my little girl pee into the ceramic toilet
bowl, softly kicking my feet back and forth, when I
suddenly hear the hallway floor creak. My daddy came in,
yawning. He was wearing only his blue boxers and I could
see his semi-stiff cock poking out the unbuttoned fly in
the dim light. I wondered why he wasn't using the small,
private bathroom in his bedroom. It didn't have a tub,
but it had a toilet.
I can't stand bright lights when I've been asleep so I
never did turn it on, and the only real light came from
a faint nightlight a ways out in the hallway. Daddy
apparently didn't like bright lights when he's half
asleep either because he also left the bathroom light
turned off. He just waltzed through the shadowy bathroom
and held his cock right in front of me. He whipped it
around in his hands for a second like he was starting
its engine or something, and then started pissing all
over me as I sat on the toilet like he didn't even know
I was there.
I didn't realize it until later, but I'm pretty sure he
actually knew I was there even before that point and was
just pretending. I probably woke him up when I came up.
First of all, the bathroom wasn't THAT dark, plus his
piss made no trickle sounds since it was all over my
soaking wet nightie and not hitting the toilet water
instead- which should have given it away. He started at
my chest and worked his cock around in circles,
drenching me in it. I didn't know what to do, so I just
sat there. I didn't even try to block it with my hands,
not that it would have done much good. Then he sprayed
it all over my face and head. Even MY daddy's aim can't
be that bad. If I hadn't been in there it would have
gotten everywhere, even the tank and the wall behind the
toilet.
Within seconds of him moving his cock around he had
totally saturated me, he covered my frontal body and my
entire face and head- everywhere. I looked down and saw
tiny streams of daddy's urine traveling down to my bare
pussy and thighs, trickling into the toilet bowl in rows
of yellow dribble. He had his eyes closed- or at least
they looked closed in the poorly lit bathroom, but then
again I couldn't see very well because of the piss
clouding my eyes. He continued to pee, and whether it
was because I was still half asleep or because of some
other reason I can't explain, as the piss shower
continued, I opened up my lips as widely as I could and
pressed my tongue out flat. This allowed some of it to
roll into my mouth where I eagerly swallowed it down.
The moment that I did, he seemed to especially target my
mouth.
By now I had to shut my eyes completely because the warm
piss pouring down my face was really starting to sting,
so I couldn't tell for sure at the moment, but I thought
he even got at point blank range (as dad puts it) and
poured it directly in my open mouth. I stretched my
flattened tongue out impossibly far, tilted my head
slightly back, and gulped it down as fast as I could,
although excess piss drained out of my mouth like a warm
waterfall. When he finally stopped, I felt him tap and
rub the tip of his semi-hard prick over my lips and
extended tongue like he was shaking and rubbing the last
of it out. The he put in deeply in my young mouth and
rolled it around, sliding it around the insides of my
cheeks. He started shaking it like I often saw him do in
the past after he went, rapidly tapping it on the
inside, and I kept my mouth just the way it was for him.
Yep, he had been at point blank range, all right.
After that was over and he withdrew, I rubbed my pissy
eyes as I swallowed the last remaining bits of daddy-pee
down, and watched him turn to leave. I plainly saw his
dick was bone hard- much harder than when he first came
in. He stopped at the doorway and turned sideways so he
caught the hallway nightlight better, where he wiggled
and waved it in his hand a few times, bouncing it
around. That's when he walked straight back to me like
he had a purpose. I was still licking the piss from my
lips when he started pumping his thingy really fast with
his hand just a few inches from my face. I was just
starting to wonder why he was doing that when he moaned
and sprayed me with something besides pee.
In just a few seconds, these globs of thick goo shot out
of his pee-hole and plopped all over my pee-coated face.
It tasted a little salty as it wormed down into my lips
and joined the leftover piss in my mouth. I know it's
twisted, but I liked it so much that I almost giggled.
It seemed playful and silly. Also I've always liked
salty things. Then he flushed the toilet and left me
sitting there, wondering what just happened and horny as
hell. I took off my urine soaked nightie and dropped it
in the hamper, but made no attempt to clean myself up. I
just went back to bed, naked, wet, and cum-faced. I
jumped in bed and fingered myself until I came. I did it
three times. Then after what seemed like forever, I fell
back asleep and dreamed about it all night. I awoke the
next morning crusty and stinking of pee. My pillow had
seen better days too.
Neither one of us spoke about it, but the very the next
night when he was giving me a bath, he tickled my little
kindergarten-age slit with his soapy fingers and wiggled
it around. "Oh my, my... you are a big girl now, so we
got to start cleaning out the inside better than ever
before," he claimed. Then he jammed his pinky way up
inside me and it hurt real badly. I never had anything
up inside me until that day. I even bled a little. I
started to cry, but daddy distracted me and I soon
forgot all about it. A moment later, he had me stand up
in the tub facing away from him, spread my legs out
wide, bend over, and flatten my palms out on the lower
wall along the bathtub.
As my palms flattened against the wall tiles, I felt my
shoulder blades involuntarily poke out as I
instinctively arched my lower back. Now my ass stuck out
more fully for my daddy and I did that part all without
being told. He pried his index finger in my cunny and
kept wiggling it around, telling me I was a good girl in
his most soothing voice. It hurt at first until I got
used to it, and soon I would peddle out an occasional
whimper as I enjoyed the moment.
That's when I glanced behind me and saw my brothers and
my mother peeping in on me passed the partially open
door. Mommy was staring at the perverted scene like an
unreadable mannequin. Once we finally made eye
contacted, she seemed to snap out of it. She opened the
door the rest of the way, still in a daze, and said,
"Honey, the boys have to go pee-pee now. It's almost bed
time."
"Okay," he said unfazed. "Go ahead, boys."
As my daddy continued to openly finger fuck his own
little daughter, I craned my head around and watched my
two brothers (Jake who is three years older than me, and
Billy who is two years younger) take turns pissing- my
mom took their PJ bottoms all the way off, stood them up
with their feet on the seat of the toilet, and held onto
their tiny cocks for them. None of them took their eyes
off of me and my dad for more than a second, even as she
held their tiny peckers and aimed for them. "Go pee-pee
now," she reminded them.
Meanwhile daddy sawed his big finger back and forth in
my taut cunt, which it hugged it so tightly I thought he
might get it stuck. I grinned to myself as I saw daddy's
rock-hard cock poking out from underneath his shorts
like a desperate flagpole. I was finally starting to
have a vague idea as to why it did that. He finger
fucked me until I came right there with the rest of my
family staring. I did it noisily and shamelessly,
pressing my little bottom against daddy's pumping
finger, forcing it in deeper.
Although a dull pain did haunt me for the rest of the
night and most of the next day, after that I was fine.
He started doing that to me nearly every time after that
and it never hurt like that first time again, so I loved
it. I would rock my little hips and have orgasm after
orgasm right there in the tub, although I didn't know
the word for it back then. He also started doing it as
he tucked me in for bed, often with our audience. The
peeping from the rest of my family occurred almost as
often as the fingerings themselves. In fact, if no one
was already watching, I would often whimper out so
loudly that somebody would surly come in and stare;
usually all three. They might make up some stupid excuse
as to why they were there, but sometimes they wouldn't.
They'd just watch.
When I was ten years old (although most people would
still guess me to be eight and a half or nine back then)
we moved out to the country, bought three medium sized
mutts, and that's where we still live three years later.
Ever since we moved, daddy seemed to enjoy bathing me
much more than ever before. Being home schooled now
(make no mistake, we are very well educated) my brothers
and I don't have much to do, so we spend a lot of time
together; as a family.
That's when we all started to walk around barely clothed
half the time, gradually shedding more and more of our
clothes every so often until one day we were down to
underwear, bath towels, skimpy sleepwear, or flimsy
robes. Using the bathroom with the door wide open became
a common occurrence too, including for my daddy and
mommy. It was always a show too. If mommy was pissing,
she had her legs spread out as far as they could go. She
had started shaving her twat too, so you could see
everything. We all became sexually fearless. Maybe we
just no longer worried about being interrupted by some
random salesman ringing our doorbell that far out in the
middle of nowhere.
Now dad and mom would fuck in their room with the door
wide opened and eventually on the living room couch. At
first it was after we'd gone to bed. Naturally my
brothers and I would sneak a peek at them. They made it
no secret as to what they were doing by a laying out a
barrage of vocal and flesh slapping sounds. Soon they
gradually took to openly sucking and fucking while we
were all in the same room together, especially when they
got drunk, and it was all as casual as a family
breakfast. We'd be watching TV and suddenly hear a
slurping sound.
There was mom, sucking off daddy- her head bobbing up
and down over his crotch or he'd be licking and smacking
on her pussy. Then she might mount him, maybe spreading
her legs wide open, facing us so we could see her
cleanly shaven cunt in full view, and work it in,
bouncing brazenly as she screamed out in ecstasy. Then
she'd pump her body up and down on him as his hands
guided her at the waist. Or sometimes daddy would push
her back on the couch and mount her instead. Mommy would
spread her legs and draw them back, "Fuck me, fuck me
with your big cock," mom would shout like they were
alone.
She might even crawl on the floor until she was right in
the middle of us kids, rear up into doggy style, and get
pounded real hard by daddy's big prick. She'd yelp out
wildly as she watched us staring at them, sometimes
calling him daddy. Then daddy would start calling her
strange names, like "Mommy-whore, cunt, fuck-hole,
slut", and things like that.
Since our new house is only a two bedroom and since
daddy can't keep his art supplies down in the basement
where it is too damp, that's where my brothers and I
sleep. It's kind of cozy actually. My brothers both
share a bigger bed and I have a single just a few feet
away. Just after we moved down there, dad hung a
clothesline, dividing the basement room in two, and
dropped three veil-thin white sheets spread out over it,
telling us it would give us some privacy- like any of us
care about that. There were gaps so big that you
couldn't help but to see through. They were bigger than
our heads. Still, it's fun to pretend.
Soon, even with all of the open sexual things going on,
there appeared a mock privacy policy and we get mock
punishments when we break certain rules. Like one day
mom said that the bathroom door was broken somehow and
dad took it off completely in order to fix it. He
eventually said that he couldn't and that we also
couldn't afford to put a new one on, so we'd just have
to do without. Then whenever one of us kids is caught
watching the other pee, or even just walking by and
catching a quick glance, those kids would be "punished"
by having them walk around naked for the rest of the day
to teach a lesson about modesty. Peeping eyes are
everywhere in my house.
I still don't know what I liked more, having my family
watch me walk around naked, staring flatteringly at my
cunny, or getting to see my brothers walking around with
their tiny boners sporting out proudly. It was funny,
because just like me, everyone would sit with their legs
spread obscenely wide, attracting no reprimanding from
our parents. But then something even less sexual would
set off an arousing punishment.
Even when my brothers began to masturbate while watching
my naked body it invoked no chastising, yet if they
giggled because of a booby-shot on TV, they would have
to do something sexually humiliating, like suck on their
fingers to get them wet and then sticking it up their
own ass. Often they would take it upon themselves to
jack off when being made to do this, and mom and dad
wouldn't say anything about that. They would watch them
beat their cocks and just act like it was perfectly
normal.
That brings me to when I got my first cock; or should I
say cocks. I remember the first time when my big brother
Jake, (who is sixteen now) and my little brother Billy,
(who is about to turn twelve) were caught peeping at me
through a slit in the sheets separating our beds. This
was three years ago, when we first moved, so I had just
barely turned ten at the time. That would make Jake
thirteen and Billy was about eight. That's when things
got really interesting.
That night I really instigated the peep show happen by
mumbling to myself that I couldn't decide on what to
wear to bed, knowing that with only the thin sheets
pulled across the room, my brothers could easily hear
me. I knew they already watched me get dressed and
undressed on a regular basis, but this time I wanted
more. Anyway, I was naked and kept bending over with my
legs spread out unnaturally wide during my ongoing
search for night-clothes. I finally grumbled that I may
as well not wear anything since I had nothing clean
anyway. Okay, that wasn't true, but who cares? They were
as quiet as the air around us, so I knew they were
watching. Why not give really them something to look at,
right? We'd seen each other naked many times before and
they even watched me get fingered and stuff, but this
was a new game and that made it all the more exciting.
Instead of obstructed angles by all of my daddy's
finger-fuckings, I was putting it all out in plain view
for them with no grown-ups around.
I climbed onto my bed on my hands and knees with my
little girl cunt-hole facing them and made a bogus
attempt to turn down my covers. I was only about two or
three feet from them and they could have easily touched
my cunt if they wanted. My bed was really close to the
great curtains of privacy. As I pretended to struggle
with the cover sheet, I felt my tingling pussy getting
warmer and wetter by the second and so I spread my knees
out even wider, arched my lower back and leaned towards
them, aiming my ass straight at the wide slit in between
the two sheets.
It was only inches away now and I knew they could see my
pussy and asshole clearly, as it was well lit in the
basement. I heard them giggle and whisper something, so
I turned it up a notch by dropping my front half down to
my elbows as I pretended to tug at the corner of my
bedspread. Hmm, it was so strange that I still couldn't
quite get it.
My loins burned with lust now and I was aroused beyond
words. I was dying for them to touch me. Stick their
fingers in me or rub my little bumpy like daddy would do
as he gave me a bath. I was considering masturbating for
them when I heard my dad yell out, "What do you boys
think you're doing?" -Busted.
Before I could move, he yanked the sheet-curtains aside
and saw me in my naked, slutty position. I looked at him
over my shoulder. He was wearing his red robe, mostly
opened in the front and his partially inflated cock was
poking out at me. He wasn't even wearing boxers or
anything. The robe was so loosely tied and so widely
parted, that he may as well have completely naked. He
sure was quiet coming down the stairs- or maybe we were
just distracted.
"So, I come down to tuck you in and what do I find? You
boys spying on your sister. Well, now she can spy on
you. Take off your PJ's. Now!"
We all knew he was playing one of his mock punishment
games. They didn't hesitate to do as they were told, and
they did it with smirks. They had little hairless boners
(unless you count a tuff of light peach fuzz over Jake's
cock) which pointed straight out at me, and as I stared
back and forth between my brothers' erections, I saw my
daddy's prick was swelling up fast. In just a few
seconds it had sprung up, bending in the middle like it
was watching everything along with my dad. Of course it
was not the first time I had seen it in a well lit area.
Especially since he took the bathroom door of the
hinges, walk around in his boxers with its single button
undone and his hard-on popping out boldly- plus all of
mom and dad's fucking.
So you can imagine how many times I had seen his cock
before, but that night in the basement somehow seemed
like it was almost the first time. Maybe it was because
this time he wasn't wearing boxers or anything. I got a
good long unobstructed look at daddy's big, hard prick
and dangling balls while he just stood there. He wasn't
just walking by me after a piss or slamming mommy's puss
with it. His cock is probably just over six inches long
and pretty thick. Both of my brothers' small cocks were
dwarfed by it. Then my daddy put his fists on his hips
as if he were angry and said, "How do you guys like
being stared at naked? Now your sister can see YOUR
things- your goddamned cocks," and as he finished his
sentence, he boldly grabbed both of their hard dicks.
Maybe it was the shock, but it wasn't until that moment
that I realized I was still poised for a rear entrance
fucking. My mounds were slightly open from my wide
spread legs, and that thought gave me a huge thrill.
They could all plainly see my tiny fuckhole- not just my
mounds. And all seemed to really like looking at it.
Even as my dad continued to chastise the boys, his eyes
never left it. My brothers had grins they seemed to be
trying to conceal, and as for me, I was ripe for the
picking.
Still holding their little boy cocks, daddy said, "What
were you two doing while you watched her? THIS I bet,"
and he started jerking both of them off really fast at
the same time. They both stiffened their bodies and my
big brother Jake slightly pumped his hips in sync with
the jerk off session. All the while they were all
glaring at my glistening ten year old cunny.
I couldn't take it anymore- I was so horny. On instinct,
I turned over and spread my legs out wide, with my knees
curled up almost to my shoulders. My pussy was so hot
and wet and I couldn't help but masturbate right then
and there. I switched back and forth between banging
myself with my finger and twiddling with my clitty. Then
Daddy released them and said, "Wait a minute, was she
teasing you? Did she show you her slutty little pussy
right here?" He reached over to me and rubbed my wet
slit-hole vigorously while I was concentrated on
tickling my clit. "Just as I thought. Her cunt is all
wet. That means she's horny." He kept rubbing me as he
talked. "What a little whore. Well, that's not fair. Go
ahead and fuck her boys. Get some relief. I didn't know
your slutty fuck-toy of a sister was teasing you. This
is all her fault. Go ahead and fuck her."
No problem; I don't mind being the one in trouble now.
Next thing I knew, my big brother mounted me. You didn't
have to tell him twice. After watching mom and dad fuck,
he knew what to do. I felt him press his young cock
inside my tight tunnel and a burst of pleasure flooded
my body. It was better than daddy's finger. It felt like
it belonged there. So I mewed out as he began to
awkwardly pump me hard and fast. There was no working
his way up to speed, he just went at it. I began to rock
my hips, trying to time myself with my thirteen year old
brother's plummeting, just like I had watched mom do
with dad so many times.
"Honey, get down here!" shouted dad. We never even
slowed a little and within seconds my mom trotted down
the basement stairs and stood beside him, looking
shocked. Her hair was wet and she was wrapped only in a
humble towel.
"Look at what I found, babe. Apparently our sons are
little peepers and our daughter is a horny slut."
Mom shook her head, "It doesn't surprise me. I always
knew she would be a whore someday. They're really
fucking like pros, huh?"
"Yeah, so what should we do?" asked daddy.
"Just let 'em go at it, I suppose. Since our daughter is
such a fuck-slut, she's going to fuck them no matter
what we do. We can't keep an eye on her all the time."
Daddy nodded, "Yeah, well, maybe we should all sleep in
the same room from now on. We can keep a closer eye on
them that way."
"Good idea," agreed mom.
As they spoke, neither one of our parents took their
eyes off the incestuous fuck going on in front of them.
I couldn't see my little brother from my vantage point,
but I'd bet anything he was watching too. The slapping
sounds traveled the air along with the musky-sweet smell
of youthful sex. Seeing my parents' frivolous reaction,
I felt more comfortable and empowered, and I began to
whimper out even louder.
"Well, boys will be boys," said daddy as he casually
folded his arms across his chest, his boner still sprung
out like a steel pipe. "We can't blame them. You have to
expect boys to try and fuck any pussy they can- even
their sister," wagging a finger in the air, he declared,
"But it's up to the girl to stop them."
"That's true dear, but since she's a slut, she's going
to spread her legs for every cock that comes along, I'm
afraid. Whores like her do that. There's not much we can
do about it. She's a cock-loving slut."
"True. But when their finished, I think we should punish
all of them. We don't want them to think we condone
this."
Still staring at us, mom agreed with a nod and a quick,
"Mm hmm. I couldn't agree more."
I was just starting to feel an orgasm build, when my big
brother grunted and I felt something warm spurting
inside me. After slowing to a stop he stepped off of me
and I looked at my baby brother expectantly. I was ready
for more and everyone knew it. He was just playing with
himself until dad said, "Well Billy. Go ahead. You may
as well enjoy it while you can, 'cause you're going to
get punished soon."
Little Billy climbed on top of my body and quickly
rocked back and forth, but his cock was too tiny to
really have much of an effect on me. Mom and dad seemed
to notice my lack of enthusiasm, unlike with Jake, and
dad said, "No boy, move aside. You're not doing it
right."
Billy got off me and daddy stepped up in his place. I
watched his hard prick as he lined it up to the entrance
of my cum soaked, little girl twat.
"Watch and learn," he stated clinically as he latched
onto my hips, pressed his big prick forward and squeezed
it inside my tiny, slick hole. I groaned out at its
girth and grabbed the bedspread, curling and twisting
what I gripped within my little fists. I felt so full,
like I was going to burst, but my legs still remained
willingly spread. He worked his cock in and out as he
looked to my little brother, who stepped closer. I
looked at my mother and older brother whom had already
closed the distance between us at some point- getting
right next to us on the bed. I loved being the center of
attention. Daddy grunted and slowly rocked his hips,
saying, "Like this, boy."
I was really enjoying it after I got used to it. Then he
started to gradually pick up the pace. He went faster,
leaning over me. Faster. Faster. His sweat trickled down
onto my face in tiny splatters and soon I felt his
bouncing balls rapidly slapping against my asshole while
the pounded mattress squeaked in unison with our
incestuous fuck. I however, was way louder than the
squeaking.
"Now watch your father closely boys, he really knows how
to fuck a whore," said mom. "Look at your slutty sister
getting off on this. You can really learn a thing or
two. Not that we condone this."
If I was whimpering with Jake, I was virtually screaming
out with my daddy. His flexing ass began to really
punish my ten year old twat with pleasure, and while I
did wish that daddy's cock was at least a little
smaller, I instantly felt in love with it. When he began
to roughly lick, suck and bite at my tiny nipples as he
fucked me, I thought I was going to die from too much
pleasure. He started sucking and licking along my neck
and face to, and it felt so animalistic and primal. I
suddenly found myself mimicking things I had heard my
mother say while she got fucked by this virile buck. "Oh
god, fuck me... yes... fuck my cunt... fuck my god
damned pussy... oh daddy, fuck my cunt with your huge
cock..."
"You fucking cocksucking slut," shouted dad. "You tight
little fuck-rag! I'm gonna cum in you, you goddamned
bitch... you fucking whoooore... you hear me... I'm
gonna blow my load up your little girl cunthole..." As
he talked dirty to me, I came so hard that I lingered on
the verge of passing out completely. My moist pussy
walls clenched and pulsated, finally exploding like some
kind of grand finale. My eyes rolled up and I threw my
head back, somehow managing to lift my knees even
higher, taking him as deeply as my preteen cunny would
allow. "Oh fuuuuuck!" I screamed out, "Fuck my cunt,
daaaaddy..."
Then daddy roared out like a maddened, wild beast as he
blasted my tight cunny with his hot paternal juices, and
for a time, I felt like I was just floating in and out
of consciousness.
"Wow. Your sister's a real little whore," said mom. She
reached in between us and toyed with my clit under the
guise of checking out the situation. "Let me see," she
felt around where daddy's cock was forcing my pussy
opened. "It feels like his in there pretty good. I sure
don't hear any complaints from your slut of a sister.
What a little whore. Can you believe she's getting off
on her own father like this, boys? I don't know- it
feels like he's up her pussy, but maybe his cock slipped
and went up her ass instead. Jake, let me see your
finger..." He held it up for her and she took it into
her mouth, sucking it like a cock for a few seconds.
"There, now it's nice and wet. Stick it up her ass and
make sure your daddy didn't slip up into there
accidentally, would you dear?"
I couldn't see Jake's face, so I don't know if he was
smiling or what, but he did as he was told. It took a
few attempts to steady it in with the constant pounding,
but slip up my ass it did. He screwed it around and I
really began to shriek out. It was all so overwhelming.
"No," said Jake, "dad's cock isn't up there."
"Good," said mom. We don't want it to slip up in there
though, so why don't you just keep your finger there."
"Okay, mom," he said as he wiggling it around, but
combined with daddy's thrusts, it felt like it was
sawing me as much as dad's dick. Meanwhile, mom went
back to playing with my clit. I couldn't believe how
good everything felt. It was so surreal and I began to
swear again, adding to the decadence.
"Oh God, fuck... daddy fuck me... don't stop... pound me
with your big prick, God damn it... fuck my slutty
cunt..."
"Just listen to all that bad language," said mom.
"She's going to get punished extra for that."
I didn't give a shit. I barely even heard her say that
through my ringing ears. Beside, the punishment that
followed was even more enjoyable than that first fuck I
had just gotten from my daddy. Or at least it was
kinkier. That's when my life got really wild- especially
since they let the dogs in the house during my
reprimand.
To be continued?
The author did not supply an email address so if further
parts are not forthcoming, there is no point in asking
the archive staff for them.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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