                             My Boys
                         An Erotic Story

     Damn, I'm proud of my sons.  It just goes to show what 
raising kids right in a loving environment will do.  None of the 
boys fight with each other, or even with their sisters.  In fact, 
they all love each other . . . so much, that unlike SOME 
families, not one of the boys seems to have the slightest 
objection to having real sex with his own sisters.
     Uhuh.  Maybe one reason the boys get along so well with each 
other and their sisters, is the slightly unusual sleeping 
arrangements we have.  Instead of keeping all the boys in one 
bedroom (or bedrooms), and all the girls separate in others, my 
brother and I decided that OUR kids would have the chance to 
decide who slept with whom.  So we got a place big enough that 
each of the girls got a bedroom with a bed big enough for three 
people in a pinch (queensize beds) and then let the boys decide 
between them, which sister they were going to sleep with that 
night.  Rarely do any of the boys sleep twice in the same bed; 
sometimes even joining me or Tim.  Of course, sometimes my 
husband sleeps with one of the girls too.  With four girls (five 
including me) and only three boys (four including Tim) there is 
always a choice of which bed the boy will sleep in, no matter 
where his brothers decide to sleep.  So there's no jealousy about 
which boy is sleeping with which girl . . . the boy who goes to 
bed earliest takes his choice of which bedroom he's going to 
sleep in; and rarely (as I said) does the same boy sleep with the 
same girl two nights in a row.  Even my brother rarely sleeps 
with me more than two or three nights a week; as one or the other 
of the boys quite often joins me for the night before he does.  
On the rare occasion that two boys pick the same girl or bedroom 
at the same time, quite often both boys sleep with her.  Even I 
have occasionally woken up in the middle of the night to find two 
or even three warm bodies in bed with me; with thick pricks 
poking at me from either side.  And since none of the boys has 
any more objections to having full vaginal intercourse with any 
of his sisters than they do with me, even sex is a non-issue.
     Even then, rarely does one of the girls have to go more than 
a few hours without sex from either her father or one of her 
brothers; so even the girl who sleeps alone for a night doesn't 
really miss out on feeling at least one of the boys pumping his 
thick white baby-juice in her tummy for very long.
     Take the other day . . . That morning it just happened that 
I was the "odd woman out" and had slept alone the night before.  
So I was a little horny that morning; which made what I saw that 
much more erotic.
     Checking first into my youngest daughter's bedroom, I found 
the two kids already up and having sex when I looked in.  Mike 
(our 15-year-old) was sliding his thick prick in and out of the 
little girl's clasping little slit; showing that the teenager 
didn't mind fucking and squirting his cum in the womb of the 
little 5-year-old, any more than he minded ejaculating his sperm 
in the belly of the child's older sibling, when she was between 
periods and ovulating.



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     As I said, Damn, but I'm proud of my boys.  Not many 
15-year-old boys would fuck a little 5-year-old girl, especially 
if she's their own sister; but Mike didn't seem to mind filling 
the child's womb with his seed, any more than he did the older 
girls.
     Candy almost vanished under the teenager; as the older boy 
bred his little sister like a Great Dane breeding a schnouzer.  
Candy didn't object; just whimpering a little, each time the 
boy's prick bottomed out inside her; wrapping her arms and legs 
around the older boy to keep him from getting too violent as he 
approached his orgasm.
     Damn.  Mike's prick was almost as big as his father's.  It 
looked so obscenely erotic sliding in and out of the tightly 
stretched little slit of the preschooler; as the older boy did 
his best to father a child on his little sister, before the child 
even started Kindergarten.  Not much chance that Candy would be 
that lucky; but wouldn't that be something, if he did?  God, I 
hoped so . . . just like I wish I could have gotten pregnant at 
the same age myself.
     I decided that if Candy is big enough to take her brother's 
thick penis inside her, that Tim's isn't that much bigger; so 
tomorrow I am going to ask my brother to fuck the little girl 
too.  That way Candy could feel her father breeding her, just 
like her brothers do.  It wouldn't be fair to make the little 
girl miss out, if her father's prick will fit inside her.  And 
from the way Candy was only whimpering as her big brother stroked 
for a climax inside her, Tim's prick wouldn't hurt her that much 
more . . . and if it did, then she'd just have to grin and bear 
it.  I watched until Mike suddenly jammed his prick as far up in 
the little girl as it would go; bringing a loud "Ow" from Candy, 
before his shuddering and the unmistakable bulging of his prick 
told me the teenager was filling his little sister's womb with 
incestuous cum.  As I said, Damn I'm proud of my son.  Not many 
boys his age would fuck a little girl that young; and most of the 
kids who would fuck a preschooler, wouldn't cum in his own little 
sister like my son did.
     Even with all the cum Mike must have squirted inside her; 
filling the child's belly with sperm like that; only a tiny drop 
of white oozed out afterwards; matching a tiny drop oozing from 
the tip of the older boy's penis.  Most of her brother's seed 
must have been neatly trapped in the child's vagina (or delicious 
thought, inside her womb) showing the older boy had done a GOOD 
job of breeding his little sister.
     "Ooooh," winced Candy, as Mike finally pulled out.  I was a 
little disappointed in HER reaction though; after what her big 
brother had done for her.
     "Don't forget to thank Mike for fucking you," I reminded 
her.
     Candy looked at me and gave me a wan smile, before turning 
back to the older boy.  "Thanks, Big Brother," she said; offering 
her lips to the teenager.
     Mike kissed his little sister thoroughly; almost sticking 
his tongue down the child's throat, in way of showing that HE had 
enjoyed fucking the little girl almost as much as my daughter 
had.  "Anytime, Squirt," he responded, "any time."


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     Damn.  I'm so proud of BOTH of them.
     Heading down the hall, the next two rooms weren't quite so 
interesting.  Kimmie and Dan had obviously fucked during the 
night . . . probably two or three times, from the look of it; as 
they had collapsed in sleep with the covers half off, and the 
little 7-year-old a big cummy mess that had half-dried, and made 
a mat of her hair.  From past experience, I knew her little cunny 
was probably even more messy; as Dan could cum almost as much as 
their father could, in spite of being only 12 years old.
     Passing on, Diane and Jerry were cuddled up in sleep.  I 
couldn't tell if they were sexually joined or not without pulling 
the covers off; and I didn't want to wake them.  Oh well . . . 
whether Jerry was sleeping with his prick in the little girl or 
not, I knew the pre-teen had probably left enough sperm in the 
third-grader to knock up the child's whole class . . . if she 
could get pregnant at all; which wasn't completely impossible at 
nine years old, at that.
     Well, if the bedrooms of the two middle girls was slightly 
boring, what was going on in my eldest daughter's bedroom more 
than made up for it.  Somehow I think my puttering around had 
woken the two lovebirds, and I was just in time to see my big 
brother's thick prick vanish into our daughter's tight little 
slit.
     This wasn't an innocent little 5-year-old being fucked by a 
teenager.  This was a fertile young woman almost twice as old, 
being fucked by a real MAN.  At 10 years old, Sherrie had been 
having periods for over three months now, and was probably as 
fertile as I was when Tim first knocked me up with her big 
brother at almost the same age.  Thankfully MY big brother has no 
more compunctions about having full vaginal intercourse with our 
daughter, fucking her, cumming in her, and filling our little 
girl's womb with his babies, than her brothers, or than he minded 
knocking ME up at the same age, when Mom moved my big brother 
into his little sister's bedroom, two days after I had my first 
period.
     From the long strokes and moans my brother made, I could 
tell he liked feeling our little girl's tight little cunny 
squeezing his prick; and no more planned on pulling out when he 
came, than her big brothers would.  Maybe that's why our boys are 
so nice to their little sisters, unlike other kids.  Tim 
certainly sets a good example; and all the boys know about how my 
brother knocked me up for the first time, when I was 10.
     I watched closely to make sure my big brother did it right 
this time, too.  "Now you make sure your father cums in you," I 
instructed Sherrie.
     "Yes Momma," she replied; humping back at her father.  
Unlike me at that age, Sherrie has been fucking her father and 
brothers for over 4 years now; so she knows pretty well what to 
do.  Ever since Mike first popped her cherry when she was five 
years old (almost six) all three boys have been pumping their 
sperm in the little girl's belly almost every night (and often 
several times a day, as well).  When she turned 7, I had my 
brother start helping out, whenever he could too.




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     Thankfully, none of the boys seemed to mind fucking the 
little girl right in the cunny, and filling first her womb, and 
then later the wombs of her little sisters with sperm, when THEY 
got old enough to fuck.  In fact, to my delight, not one of the 
boys has even shown the slightest indication he might stop . . . 
even when Sherrie started having periods, a few months ago.  It 
doesn't seem to bother any of the boys to know that they might be 
getting their own sister pregnant with their babies, when they 
cum in her now.
     God, I'm proud of my kids.  Most boys (I understand) would 
be scared shitless, if they accidentally knocked their own sister 
up; while from the way things are going around here, it looks 
almost like not one of the boys would mind if he knocked all four 
of his little sisters up, higher than a kite.  If their father 
doesn't beat them to it, that is.
     From the look of things, Tim was sure going to try.  While 
we both know that if Sherrie DOES get pregnant, the baby will 
probably be one of the boys' (most likely Mike's), there's still 
a fairly good chance the baby might be her father's.
     Such a thoroughly nasty, obscene, and completely erotic 
thought . . . having your own father's baby.  Well, if he could 
do it, my big brother was certainly going to try.  I watched 
until Tim's strokes grew short; and he held his prick buried to 
the hilt in our daughter's vagina, while his penis pulsed and 
spat thick white gobs of sperm at our little girl's cervix, until 
her tight little slit was full of her father's seed, and her 
uterus was awash with incestuous cum.
     "Please Daddy, please . . .," whimpered Sherrie; clutching 
her father tightly, while he spurted and jerked inside her.  
Finally she gave a mewling cry, and shuddered conclusively, as 
her tight little tunnel involuntarily milked the last few drops 
of her father's seed.  "Wheoooo . . . thanks, Daddy," she finally 
groaned.  I could tell my daughter had enjoyed fucking her father 
almost as much as I usually did.  The two lovers gave one last 
conclusive shudder; and then collapsed together, panting harshly.
     God, I'm almost as proud of my big brother, as I am of our 
sons!  Not many men would even fuck their own daughters at all, 
let alone have full unprotected sex with them; filling their 
daughters' wombs with their seed, like Tim had just filled our 
little girl's.  Which is a crying shame, when you come to think 
of it . . . EVERY girl should have at least a chance of feeling 
her own father make a baby in her tummy.  As it is, I feel almost 
cheated; knowing my father died before he even had a chance of 
getting me pregnant with his babies.
     Mom says Dad had only been having full sex with me (where my 
father stuck his prick right up inside me, and squirted his sperm 
in my tummy) for about three months, starting on my seventh 
birthday, before the big accident (waiting until I was "old 
enough to fuck"); so she had to have my big brother take care of 
me once I reached puberty; instead of breeding me to my father, 
like she originally planned.  Before that, I had only sucked him 
off; or had Daddy "jack-off" in me, without really getting 
inside.




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     Sadly, I have only a few vague memories of sex with my 
father . . . snapshots in my mind of my father's face (beard i 
guess) scratching me, his huge body (compared to a 7-year-old 
anyway) almost crushing me, and an ache in my cunny when Daddy 
jammed his oversized prick in my tiny little slit; breeding my 
like a bull breeds a heifer; not caring if the female taking his 
seed inside her womb is his own daughter or not.  I also have a 
few vague memories of lying there in bed afterwards, with a sore 
cunny dripping sticky gobs of my father's sperm, and a few others 
of Daddy roughly (almost harshly) kissing me; sticking his tongue 
in my mouth, while he felt me up in the cunny with his thick 
calloused finger . . . sometimes before we had sex, and sometimes 
while my sore little cunny was still dripping his seed; with it 
running down my leg.
     God I wish I could remember more!  I understand my big 
sister was pregnant for the second time by Daddy, when she and 
the baby got thrown from the truck and killed.  Sometimes I don't 
know whether to envy my big sister for having Daddy get her 
pregnant, or feel sorry for her for not living to see her kids 
fucking, like I did.  Sadly, I remember even less of my big 
sister than I do Daddy; and I don't remember their baby at 
all . . . just his name . . . John Michael . . . J.M. for short.
     Even though Daddy wasn't the considerate lover my big 
brother is; at least he cared enough to START having real sex 
with me, even if he DID make me wait until I was seven, before he 
took my virginity.  Mom assures me that Daddy would have kept 
right on fucking me, and pumping his sperm in my womb when I 
reached menarche; as my father had no more objections to getting 
his own daughters pregnant with his babies than Tim has.
     Mom says Daddy used to call me, "his little slut," and sluts 
were made for breeding . . . so what if I was his own daughter?  
Mom tells me my father was actually hoping he got me pregnant at 
only seven; saying it would be "good practice" for when I got 
older.  God I miss Daddy.  God I wish Daddy had lived long enough 
to get me pregnant like he did Jennifer . . . even if only once.  
What I'd give even now, to be seven years old again, and just one 
more time to feel my father grunting and groaning on top of me; 
taking me like a dog takes a bitch in heat; while he jams his 
thick prick to the root in my belly; and fills my tiny little 
womb with his seed.  Just once; that's all I ask.
     Well, at least I can see to it that MY kids won't miss out 
like I did, anyway.















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