
                           "Safe-Sex"
                         An Erotic Story

     I was on the BBS the other day, and I saw a story about 
where a girl "used" her little sister, as a method of "birth-
control".  The story was kind of sick, as the older girl both 
used, and abused her little sister.  It wasn't as bad as some, 
because she didn't get into bondage, or pain, or anything like 
that.  The coercion was purely of the "You'd better do this, or 
you'll be in even bigger trouble," type.  Still, the relationship 
was definitely NOT healthy, even though it did make a fairly HOT 
story.

     The idea, of using your own little sister, as a method of 
"birth-control" is not new to me, as my big brother and I were 
doing something similar, with our little sister for years, only 
we always called it "Safe-Sex" and she was never forced into 
doing anything.

     It all started, when my big brother got grounded for a 
month, after the big party.  I felt a little sympathy for my big 
brother, as he was the only one who got punished, and that, 
because HE was the one who got "caught."  Still, what he had been 
about to do, could only be called stupid.  So, I wasn't too 
sympathetic.
     "Well, Geesh!" I said.  "It's your own fault!"  I was 
getting tired of hearing my brother complain about how it wasn't 
fair.  Especially, as he knew that Linda hadn't gotten punished 
at all, and kept rubbing it in, down at school.  I was sitting on 
my big brother's bed, with my legs dangling, while I listened to 
him make the same complaint, for the third time that day.  How my 
12-year-old, older brother, ever got Linda Shackmier (giggle) to 
go with someone 2 years her junior, I'll never know, except that 
Linda was Definitely a "slut" and by reputation, would fuck 
anything in pants (panties too, I hear).  Now, the older girl was 
making life miserable for him, blaming him, saying things like "I 
knew I should have gone out with a MAN."  This, after it had been 
HER idea to do it there. Of course Now, I realize that Jason 
really didn't have any choice, as he was just getting into his 
sexual prime, and the pressure of "not getting laid" was almost 
driving him insane.  So when a sexy chick like Linda implied that 
she would "let him do it" only under her conditions.  I guess I 
can't really blame him for trying.  I don't think Linda really 
intended to cheat him.  She may have been kinky, but she was 
basically too fair (and too horny) for that.  She just got off on 
the thrill of it.
     I continued, pointing this out to my big brother.  "In her 
own father's car, for God's sake!  And a convertible, at that.  
Not to mention, right in front of the house.  You two were just 
TRYING to get caught.  Why didn't you hire a brass-band, and set 
off fire-works, while you were at it?"  I was getting disgusted 
at the thought.





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     Jason blushed, and explained.  "It was the only place she 
would do it with me," he said.  "You know how kinky Linda is.  It 
kinda' turned her on, thinking we might get caught."
     "Well she did," I said acidly.  "And what did you get out of 
it, besides a sore knee, that is?"
     My brother winced at the reference to his bandaged knee, but 
didn't answer, as I continued, "And why, oh WHY, did you pick a 
slut like Linda?  Couldn't you find some NICE girl, to help you 
out?  Who knows what you might have picked up from her?  It's 
probably a good thing, that you WERE caught, before you managed 
to do anything."
     The fact, that he really HADN'T done anything, seemed to 
bother him the most.  He had barely gotten Linda's dress up, when 
the girl's mother had returned unexpectedly for her missing 
checkbook, and "The s**t hit the fan," so to speak.
     "Oh, come off it, Karen," said Jason.  "If a girl is a 
'nice' girl, she doesn't do it.  If a girl does it, then by 
definition, she isn't a 'nice' girl any more, she's a slut.  
That's why I wanted to do it with Linda.  I know she liked it, 
and I couldn't get her knocked-up, or anything.  Heck, Even if 
'nice' girls do do it, they wouldn't do it with ME.  They all 
think I'm too young!"  This was said, with all the frustration of 
a boy with the sex-drive of an 18 year old, in a 12 year old 
body.
     I finally took pity on my big brother, and decided it was 
time to carry out my plan to ease his boredom, and frustration at 
being grounded.  "Maybe, that's because you never asked the right 
girl," I said quietly.
     My brother's hearing is pretty good.  In spite of the TV 
blaring in the other room, he not only heard, but comprehended 
what I was talking about.  I watched Jason eyes get big, and then 
he hurried over to his bedroom door, looked furtively around, to 
make sure Daddy and Mother were busy, and then he shut it, 
closing out most of the noise, as well.
     "Who?" he gasped, getting right to the point.  "Who is she?  
You mean, you know someone who wouldn't mind. . ."  He didn't say 
it.  He just grabbed my arms, and pleaded, when I didn't answer.  
"Aw, C'mon Karen, don't tease me!"
     "I'm not teasing you," I said, blushing a little.  "Can't 
you tell who it is?"
     "Candy?    Carol?   Ginny?" he asked, naming my girlfriends 
off one by one.  At my continued head-shakes, he started getting 
frantic.  "C'mon Karen, who is it?"
     "Some high-class lover you are," I sniffed.  "Can't even 
recognize a willing woman, when you've got her alone, in your own 
bedroom."  Well, OK, I exaggerated about the "woman" part.  But 
my big brother DID turn me on.  He always had.  Even at 3, I had 
been following him around like a puppy-dog.  At 10, I was getting 
almost as frustrated as my big brother, but I knew who I wanted 
for a bed-partner, even if he didn't.
     Jason's jaw dropped.  He may be slow, sometimes, but not 
very often, and never very much.  "You mean YOU wouldn't mind, if 
I? . . ."  He couldn't say it.  He actually got tongue-tied, and 
blushed right down to his hair-roots.



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     I could.  Finish the sentence, that is.  ". . .fucked me?"  
I shook my head.  Mind?  I guess you could say I "minded," in the 
same way that a starving man would "mind" being handed a 
hamburger, or a man dying of thirst, would "mind" being given a 
tall glass of ice-cold milk.
     All of a sudden, my big brother seemed to have 14 hands, and 
5 pairs of lips, as he began feeling me up all over, and when I 
didn't object, Kissing me as well.  Suddenly, our clothes seemed 
dreadfully in the way, and he was about to pull my panties down, 
when the situation reminded him of something.  This was almost 
exactly the same position he had been in, when Linda's mother 
drove up.  Not in a bedroom, maybe, but in the car.  And our 
parents were right outside that door.  If they came in, and found 
him doing to his little sister, what had gotten him into so much 
trouble, when he had just TRIED to do it, with a slut like 
Linda. . . My big brother broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly 
losing interest.
     "What's the matter?" I asked.  I had just been getting into 
it.
     "We can't do it here!" said Jason, glancing fearfully at the 
door.  His voice rose almost to a wail.  "I don't know of 
ANYPLACE we can do it.  Not where someone won't walk in on us 
sometime."  He had a point.  Kids our age, didn't have any REAL 
privacy.  Maybe, for a good reason, too. Think how many kids 
would get knocked-up, if they all had someplace "private" that no 
adult, or anyone they DIDN'T want, could look into.  Still, I had 
an answer to this, too.  When I decided to help "take care" of my 
big brother's "horny" problem, I had thought of this, as well, 
and had an answer already prepared.
     "We'll just have to use my room," I said.
     Jason gaped at me.  "Oh, Fine!" he said sarcastically.  "And 
I suppose Diane will play lookout for us, or maybe she gets off, 
on the idea of watching her older brother and sister doing the 
big-nasty on her bed."  Jason almost sneered at the idea, of 
using the bedroom I shared with my little sister, to have sex in.
     I grinned.  This was getting to be fun!  "Got it right!" I 
crowed.  "Both times!  I can't believe it!  Except Diane insists 
that we DON'T use her bed.  She says she's NOT sleeping on a wet-
spot, that she didn't help create."
     It was almost comical, to watch the sandbagged expression on 
my big brother's face.  It took him almost 2 minutes to recover, 
and then, only when he had an inspiration.  "You're kidding," he 
said.  "Right?"
     "Nope!" I said.  Jason's amazement returned.  "Think about 
it," I said.  "Our room is downstairs, in the far corner of the 
house.  Nobody can come down there, without us hearing them, on 
those old creaky stairs.  If we don't yell, or scream, or 
something, no one will.  Best of all, there's a back-exit."
     Jason looked at me.
     "The bathroom," I amplified.  "You can get to it from our 
room."  Diane's and my bedroom, had once been the master-
bedroomof the house.  Mom and Dad preferred to sleep upstairs, 
and so Diane and I had gotten it, as our parents didn't figure 
Jason would need as much room, as two girls.  Of course, if they 
had originally figured on all his computer-equipment. . .


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     "Side exit," he quibbled.  "And you mean Diane's going to go 
for this?"
     "Uhuh," I reassured him.  "She said she didn't mind being a 
lookout, as long as she got to watch. . . Do you know how HARD it 
is for a kid her age, to find out about sex?  Wouldn't you have 
given your right-arm, to have a chance to watch, when you were 
her age?"
     Jason nodded.  He had once been 5 years old, himself.  So, 
for that matter, had I.
     Jason made up his mind.  "Well then, Little Sister," he 
said, his comical voice putting capitals on the last two words, 
"what in the heck, are we waiting for?"  He grabbed my arm, and 
started for the door.
     I stayed put on the bed, and he jerked back, as my arm 
brought him to a halt.  "Diane," I said, answering his question.  
"This isn't going to work, unless we DO have a lookout.  We're 
going to be too busy, to watch out, and if we don't. . ."
     "We get caught," finished Jason.  "Shit.  And it'll be 
HOURS, before skating practice is over.
     "Just 18 more minutes," I teased him, looking at the clock 
on the bedstand.
     "Well, it'll seem like hours," he retorted.  "Let's get out 
of here, before looking at you in that sexy little dress gets the 
better of me, and I rape you right here, on the floor, Mommy and 
Daddy in the next room, or not."
     "You really think it's sexy?" I asked, twirling in the mini-
skirt that barely covered the bottom of my matching panties, as I 
got up to follow him out the door.  I knew I looked sexy in it, 
that's the only reason I had bought it, but a girl likes to hear 
it from a man.
     "Grrrr," he said, reaching for the doorknob, and almost 
getting the door in his face, as Daddy peeked in, proving just 
how right we had been.
     "There's something you two kids should see, on television," 
he said.  Jason and I looked at each other.  We both knew, that 
it had just been an excuse.  Daddy had been worried, about what 
his two children had been doing, alone, in his son's bedroom, and 
had gone to check up.  If he had been only 5 minutes earlier. . . 
We both shivered.
     Actually, it turned out that Daddy was right.  They were 
showing the news on television about the upcoming ice-stravegan
za, and they actually showed Diane skating!  The were calling her 
a "Local girl, who shows a lot of talent, for her age."  I 
thought that last, was a little unfair, as Diane showed a lot of 
talent for MY age, let alone 5 years old.
     The remaining 15 minutes raced by, after all, as we all 
discussed this.  Then Diane got home, and was all excited, and 
wanted to see her interview.  She was disappointed that they 
didn't show the interview with her, insisting that they had said 
they would.  (Actually, they did, that night, on the 10 o'clock 
news.)  We all watched, as Daddy re-ran the tape several times.
     Then it was dinner time.  Then chores.  It was two hours, 
before we were free.  Finally!




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     Diane and I, announced, loudly, that we would be downstairs, 
working on her skates, while Jason announced (also loudly) that 
he was going over to see Mike.  He went down to the front-door, 
opened it, and slammed it, then went downstairs to the bathroom.  
That way, if somebody noticed, he'd have an explanation.
     About two minutes later, Diane and I were clambering down 
the stairs, gaily chattering, as if this wasn't really the most 
exciting day of our lives.  The first time that I got to fuck, 
and the first time that she got to watch!
     Once we were inside the door, and had it closed and locked 
we made a mad-scramble for the bathroom door.  Jason was waiting 
impatiently, on the other side.
     Ten seconds later, we were hurriedly getting undressed, 
after Diane assured him that she really wanted to do this.  Jason 
had his pants down around his legs, when a thought occurred to 
him.  "How about you, Karen?" he asked.  "Are you SURE, that YOU 
don't mind?"
     I told him that I was positive, but:  "If you EVER, so much 
as even TOUCH a slut like Linda again, you'll never EVER touch me 
again!"  I made myself very clear.  "I'm not taking a chance, on 
picking up some disease, from who-knows-who," I amplified.
     Jason looked a little worried.  "You mean, I can't date?" he 
asked.
     "I said 'slut' like Linda.  But if you ever so much as stick 
a finger in the pussy of anyone else, you'd better have certified 
proof, that she's still a virgin."  I giggled, at another 
thought.  "Except me, of course."
     Jason's worried look returned, after vanishing when I told 
him he could date.  "You mean, you aren't a virgin?" he asked.
     "I mean," I giggled again, "I won't be, in another 10 
minutes!"
     "Oh," said Jason thoughtfully.  Then louder, "Oh!"  A big 
grin spread across his face, as he hurried to remove the rest of 
his clothing.  "I guess I won't be either," he explained.  
"Finally!" he said with heartfelt relief.
     By this time, we were both naked, but suddenly shy, as we 
approached each other.  We were distracted by movement in the 
corner of the room.  Diane was just removing the last item of her 
own clothing.  "Don't mind me," she said.  "I'm just going to 
watch.  I just feel more comfortable, if I'm not the only one 
still dressed, in the room.  Go ahead, you two, pretend that I'm 
not even here."
     Well, it was impossible to forget she was there, and I 
really didn't want to.  For one thing, Diane had stationed 
herself near the door, with one ear against it, as her eager eyes 
took in everything else.  I knew that Diane was taking her role 
of lookout seriously, and wouldn't let us down.  For another, it 
was kind of kinky-sexy, to think of making love to my own big-
brother, while my cute little sister watched.  "C'mere Big Boy," 
I husked low in my throat.  (OK, OK!, I didn't "husk"  more like 
squeaked, actually)  "Let's fuck!"






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     Jason almost burst out laughing, at my attempt to be sexy.  
Somehow, he managed to stifle it.  (Later, he told me, that he 
found me sexiest, when I was just myself.  Just a normal, 
giggling schoolgirl.)  Still, he didn't waste any time.  Two 
seconds later, I was lying on the bed, as something big and hard 
pushed into the tiny little hole between my legs.  "Oh!" we both 
said, as the head of his penis snapped into the entrance to my 
vagina.  His cock had been leaking so much pre-cum, for the past 
hour, that it was slippery as a greased cucumber.  I groaned, as 
I felt my self being packed inside, as he pushed it in farther.
     Jason stopped.  "Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly, after 
hearing my groan.
     "Unngh," I groaned again.  "Feel's good," was all I was able 
to get out.
     Jason grinned, so big, that I thought it was going to split 
his face.  Here he was, fucking his own sexy 10 year old little 
sister, and she thought it "feels good."  He started sliding his 
cock in and out of me, faster and faster.  Suddenly, the 
wonderful feeling of his cock inside me gave way to an unexpected 
sensation, as he went deeper and deeper inside my hot little 
hole.  The feeling was pain!
     "Jason," I said, "wait.  Jason, I. . . I. . . IEEEEEEEEK!"  
I shrieked, as my big brother's cock suddenly slid all the way up 
in my belly, and his pubic-hair came to rest against my bare 
little pussy-lips. I was vaguely aware of my little sister slip
ping into a robe, and going through the bathroom, as she went to 
check out the reaction my scream had on our parents.
     "Sa...Sah...Sorry," panted my big brother.  From the feeling 
of his cock jerking inside me, he wasn't too sorry.  "Should I 
pull it out?"
     "Don't be silly!" I muttered.  After all this lead-up, to 
stop just when I got my cherry popped, didn't make much sense.  
"Just go easy, OK?"
     Well, I've got to hand it to my big brother; he tried.  He 
kept getting all exited, and would start ramming his cock up 
inside me, then would remember, and slow down.  Then, 30 seconds 
later, he'd get all exited again.  During this time, I was 
vaguely aware of my little sister's return to the room, and her 
interested gaze.  I knew it was OK, as she didn't say anything.  
"Oh stop it Jason," I said, referring to his attempts to take it 
easy on me.
     Jason froze, until I continued.  "Stop trying to take it 
easy on me," I explained.  "Hurry up and cum in me.  I'll like it 
better next time.  You're just making it hurt more, by trying to 
take it easy."
     My big brother started to push his cock back up inside me, 
hard this time, when something else started to bother him.  "Uh 
Karen," he said, "you don't mean that, do you?  About having me 
'cum' in you, I mean.  I don't want to get you pregnant."








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     I grinned up at my big brother.  He cared enough about me, 
to actually pull out, just when he needed to cum the most.  
"Don't be silly," I said.  "You can cum in me, as much as you 
want.  I haven't even started having my 'monthlies' yet, so you 
don't have to worry."  I didn't mention a few horror-stories I 
had heard, about girls who got pregnant, before they ever HAD 
their "period."  "Actually, it might be fun, to pretend, that 
you're trying to knock me up, and I'm going to actually get 
pregnant, when you squirt your sperm inside me."
     Even the thought, must have been too exiting for Jason.  
Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock expand inside me, as I felt 
his motion became a lot slicker  I felt a slow pulsing, as my big 
brother's cock began filling me with his rich creamy seed.  
Knowing that my own brother was actually squirting the sticky 
white stuff that makes babies inside my crack, was thrilling to 
me.  I didn't climax; but I was very happy; to know I was doing 
this for my own wonderful big brother.
     Finally my brother stopped pissing his creamy cum inside my 
belly.  "Whoooo!  Thanks, Sis," he said.  "Hadn't you better go 
douche?"
     "Don't be silly," I said.  "Even if I could get pregnant, 
that just washes it further up inside you.  I told you, not to 
worry.  You can cum in me, all you want, and I won't get 
pregnant, and you won't catch any diseases either.  Now that's 
what I call 'Safe-Sex'.  Just remember, as long as you stick with 
me, you can have all the 'Safe-Sex' you want.  But if you 
ever. . ."
     "I know," he said, "it won't be 'Safe' any more, so you 
won't let me.  Don't worry, Karen.  I won't forget."
     He didn't either.
     -----
     That's how it all started.  From that day on, we practiced 
our "Safe-Sex" as we called it two or three times a day.  The 
third time, I had my first climax, with a man's (well, OK, boy's) 
cock pulsing my belly full of his baby-making sperm.  After that, 
I was almost as frantic to get laid, as Jason was.  One wonderful 
night, we spent the whole night together, while our parents went 
fishing.  This time, Diane didn't have to play lookout, but she 
still watched, interestedly.
     Diane always did watch.  She never showed any signs of 
wanting to do it herself, but seemed to be pleased that she was 
able to help us out, as we seemed to need it a lot.  And we did.
     This went on, for two wonderful years, until one day, I felt 
cramps in my stomach, and later, when I wiped myself after 
peeing, I found blood on the tissue.  Shit!  I was having my 
first period.
     That night, we were making love as usual, when I remembered.  
I could get pregnant now!  My big brother was fast approaching 
his climax, when I told him, "Jason.  You've got to pull out.  I 
had my period today.  I could get pregnant.  Jason!"
     My brother was almost past hearing.  "Don't want to pull 
out," he mumbled.  "Want to cum inside you.  Don't want to get 
you pregnant.  Want to cum inside.  Oh Karen, I don't know what 
to dooo!"  He kept on pumping, and in a minute, I knew my big 
brother's sperm would be flooding my now-fertile womb.


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     "I do," said Diane, as she pulled my big brother out of my 
arms.  Skating makes for great muscles.  I honestly think my 
little sister could fight both of us together, and win.  She's 
that strong.  Jason looked like he was going to cry, as a droplet 
of sperm was already starting to ooze from the tip of his penis.
     I shuddered.  What if that drop, had gotten in me.
     "I said, I know what to do," said Diane.  "Cum inside me."
     She amplified, at my brother's confused look.  We both knew 
that Diane didn't really want to have sex, like I did. Not that 
she seemed to mind.  It's just that her interests were elsewhere.  
She liked helping us out though.  "You can fuck Karen, but when 
you're going to cum, squirt it in me," she said, almost blowing 
our minds.  "That way you can both have a good time, and Karen 
won't get pregnant.  I won't mind.  Just because I don't care to 
fuck, like Karen does, doesn't mean it bother's me."
     Jason looked at Diane, now 7 years old, but still looking 
only about 4 or 5.  Her rigorous exercise had kept her little 
figure hard and small.  "Are you sure," he asked, barely able to 
keep from squirting sperm all over the sheets.
     Diane didn't answer, she just lay back on the bed, and 
spread her legs.  Two seconds later, my big brother had his cock 
all the way up inside the little girl, and was spasming her 
little womb full of his baby-making sperm.  I watched Diane's 
eyes open wide in shock, as our big brother's cock almost split 
her in two.  She had still been a virgin!  And Jason had been so 
excited, he had not only broken my little sister's virginity, but 
had pushed his now 15 year old cock right up inside Diane's 
little 7 year old womb!  It's no wonder she looked surprised.
     Jason shuddered and jerked, on top of my little sister, as 
he tried to plant his seed as deeply as possible in the little 
girl's belly.
     Afterwards, he apologized, for not going a little easier on 
her.  Diane told him that she didn't mind.  "It certainly 
felt. . . Well, . . different," she said.
     After that, we used Diane, as our "birth-control-device," 
like the girl in the story I told you about.  Except, we still 
called it "Safe-Sex"  Every time, Jason would fuck me, and when 
he felt he was about to cum, he'd pull out, and stick it up 
inside Diane, and squirt his sperm in her.  Diane would just lie 
there, and let him inseminate her.  Afterwards he would come back 
to me, and we would continue making love.  Diane always insisted 
that she didn't mind taking Jason's sperm inside her.  In fact, 
she made sure he did, and told him, that if he knocked me up, 
there'd be no more "Safe-Sex" for him, from either of us, just 
like it would be, if he ever started fooling around with a slut.  
We could both tell that she was serious.
     Once, I had Jason fuck Diane "for real" from start to 
finish.  Diane just lay there, barely moving.  She said it felt 
OK, but she didn't get off on it like I did.  She told me, that 
it was more fun watching the two of us fuck, than doing it 
herself.  After that, I stopped feeling like I might be cheating 
either her, or Jason out of a good fuck.  I knew I wasn't.





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     Occasionally, I would feel a little guilty, as I felt like I 
was "using" my little sister, like a douche-bag, or condom, or 
something, to keep from getting pregnant.  Diane giggled at the 
idea, and said that she was my "Safe" in the safe-part of "Safe-
Sex," just like a condom was in the advertisements.  At first, I 
was shocked, then I giggled too.  It was funny, after all, using 
your own sister, as a method of birth-control.
     I really felt guilty, about two years later.
     I was watching Jason, after a wonderful night of lovemaking.  
He had just finished leaving another big load of incestuous sperm 
in my little sister's now 9 year old belly (she didn't look a day 
over 7) when I notice something funny.  My little sister always 
looked healthy; but right then, she looked almost too healthy.  
Her eyes were brighter than usual, and there was a warm creamy 
glow to her skin, that I hadn't noticed before, but that wasn't 
it.  What attracted my attention was her belly, when Jason pulled 
his big cock out of her. You could always see the little girl's 
belly bulge when our big brother's penis went up inside her, but 
it had always returned to it's hard, flat self afterwards.  This 
time it didn't.  A small bulge now rounded out the little girl's 
belly.  I had a sinking sensation.  Diane was pregnant.
     This, we weren't able to keep from our parents.  Somehow, it 
all came out.  The whole "Safe-Sex" thing.  Mommy and Daddy 
looked at me, as if it was all my fault.  Somehow, I felt the 
same way, blaming myself for getting my little sister pregnant.
     Diane didn't seem to care.  She actually seemed to enjoy 
being pregnant.  In fact, she insisted that Jason and I go back 
to using her for "birth-control," even though Daddy had managed 
to get me an appointment to the doctor so I could get on the 
'pill'.  She said she couldn't "get" pregnant, when she already 
was.  I never made that appointment.
     After Diane's baby was born, (A beautiful little girl she 
called "Love.")  She still kept on taking Jason's sperm inside 
her.  She said, that nursing a baby, was a fairly good method to 
keep the stork away, and anyway, she didn't mind, if we did have 
another "accident," as she was quite happy, with the result of 
the first one.
     For two more years, my brother and I continued to use our 
little sister for birth-control, until he left for college.
     It's now two years later, and I'm STILL using my little 
sister as a method of birth-control.
     I feel a little guilty though, as Diane is pregnant again.
     I know, I know!  You're wondering how I could do this to my 
own little sister.  After all my cute words about loving her, and 
"Safe-Sex," and all that junk.  You're probably also wondering 
how I could force my little sister to fuck some boyfriend of 
mine, that she hardly knew, and WHY would my little sister let 
some guy she hardly knew, get her pregnant.
     Well, I didn't, and she didn't.  That would have made me 
feel REALLY guilty, not just a tiny bit.  All you need to know, 
is that our mother died about 2 years ago, shortly after Jason 
left for college.
     You say, that you STILL don't get it?
     Dummy!  This baby is Daddy's.



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