                            My Family
                         An Erotic Story

     No, I don't remember the first time I had sex.
     It was probably when I was about four or five, but I can't 
swear to that either.  I know my little sister Chrissie didn't 
get fucked until she was almost seven.  On the other hand, I 
distinctly remember watching Mike and Lisa fucking on her third 
birthday, when Mike was only five.  I'm not sure if they had ever 
fucked before, or if this was just a "birthday present" from her 
big brother.  Whatever.  I don't remember ANY of us kids ever 
thinking about sex, as sex.  I mean, having sex with your 
brothers and sisters, and even older relatives was just one of 
the things you did, out there on the farm.
     No, nobody was ever "forced" to have sex.  Why should they 
be?  Everybody did it.  In the morning, you'd wake up and fuck 
whichever brother was handy. . . If you felt like it, you'd grab 
a quick piece at noon, and then in the evening, when all the 
chores were done, you'd fuck whoever was handy while watching TV, 
or whatever else you did in the evening.
     Since I usually preferred to read, I'd quite often end up 
sitting on either Daddy or Jerry's lap, with his big prick stuck 
up inside me, and read until the excitement got too much for one 
of us, and we worked each other to a climax, with big splashes of 
white sticky goo squirting up inside my tummy where it belonged.  
Then we'd both go back to reading or watching TV, until his prick 
got so small it started to come out, and I had to get something 
to wipe up with before getting it all over the chair or couch, or 
whatever.
     Huh?  Of COURSE I fucked my father too!  I love my father.
     When did I start that?  Gee. . . I'm not sure.  I can't 
remember a specific "first time."  I guess it happened like it 
usually did.  I'd finish fucking one of my big brothers, and then 
Daddy would get on top of me.
     Huh?  No. . . He never asked. . . He never had to.  Nobody 
else ever did; why should he?  I mean, none of us girls ever 
minded having sex with any of our relatives, and certainly not 
with our own father.  As I said, I love Daddy, and so do all my 
sisters.  If Daddy ever wanted to fuck, what difference did it 
make if he was our father, or we were his daughters?  I mean, we 
already had all our brothers, uncles, grandparents, and sometimes 
even cousins fucking us.  What's the big deal about fucking your 
own father?  Besides, like as not, it would be one of US who 
climbed on top of Daddy, as him climbing on top of us.
     I mean, we liked to fuck too.  Yes, fuck.  We never called 
it anything else.  I remember many times coming into the living-
room in the evening, and being disappointed to find that one of 
my other sisters already was fucking Daddy, so I had to find some 
other partner.  Of course, if it was one of the littler kids, 
then sometimes I would wait first.







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     Usually Daddy wouldn't last too long when Lisa or Ann-Marie 
would slide their tight little holes down on his thick prick; so 
it wouldn't be long before I saw Daddy's prick bulging, as he 
shot wad after wad of incestuous sperm in my little sister's 
belly.  Then, I could quite often call "seconds" and get Daddy 
for quite a while afterwards; since he wasn't so horny after 
filling my little sister's womb with his sperm.
     Huh? . . Oh that's FUNNY!  Of COURSE we knew about sex and 
babies!  We had all watched our parents making babies often 
enough to know what was going on.  It just didn't apply to us.
     Huh?  No, I mean just that.  That's why I think all these 
stories I read off the net are so bogus!  I mean, me and my 
sisters all fucked from the time we were six years old, and quite 
often even younger.  We never used birth-control, and we never 
got pregnant.  To read SOME of these bullshit stories, you'd 
think that all a little girl had to do, was fuck someone once, 
and she got a big belly.  Believe me, it ain't so easy!
     Heck, I can't remember more than a day going by, when I 
didn't have at least one brother's sperm soaking into my womb, 
and usually two or three, with my father, grandfather, or uncle's 
added in for good measure.
     No. . . We never took "precautions" as you call it.  We 
didn't believe in it.  If one of us girls had ended up pregnant, 
it would have been more cause for rejoicing, that we'd have 
another little brother or sister to love, than worry about who 
knocked the kid up.
     Not that us girls were TRYING to get pregnant, mind you.  In 
fact, we weren't.  It's just that it wouldn't have bothered us if 
we did. . . Certainly not enough to do anything to stop it, 
anyway.  But it never happened, so why worry about it?
     My father?  Why all this interest in me fucking my father?  
I fucked Daddy just like anybody else.  If I had a horny snatch, 
and Daddy had a stiff prick, then I'd climb on top of him, and 
we'd fuck until my womb was swimming with his warm sticky seed; 
just like ANY girl should fuck her father. . . That is, if one of 
my horny little sisters didn't beat me to it.
     No. . . Daddy didn't fuck me much more than he fucked 
anybody else, including Mother.  Actually, Daddy probably still 
fucked Mother almost as often as he fucked me or the other girls 
put together.  I never really had Daddy all to myself. . . Not 
unless you count that fishing trip, that is.
     What fishing trip?  You really want to know?  I mean, it 
wasn't all THAT special.  Well, OK, you asked for it:
     When I was about 13 or so, the boys were all planning a 
fishing trip up at the lake, They wanted the whole family to go, 
but most of the girls weren't interested.  I mean, fishing seems 
to be mainly a "boys" thing.  Most of the girls don't like to 
handle a cold fish flapping in the boat; or worse yet, cleaning 
them and gutting them.  I didn't mind though.
     You see, at that time I had developed a kind of crush on my 
big brother Mark, and anything HE wanted to do, I wanted to do.  
Even fishing.





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     Huh?  Of COURSE we fucked!  That had nothing to do with 
this. . . Well, maybe a little.  I think I liked fucking Mark a 
little more at that time, but that doesn't mean I stopped 
screwing everybody else!
     I mean, sex is sex.  Feeling your own big brother squirting 
your horny little womb full of thick sticky sperm is fun to do, 
but what's that got to do with love?  Sure, it's more fun to do 
with somebody you love.  Heck, I wouldn't do it with ANYBODY I 
didn't love.  But I mean, we did that ALL the time.
     Anyway, at that time, I was practically always following my 
big brother around like a puppy-dog; always trying to imitate 
whatever he did.  It was almost funny.
     OK. . . OK, it WAS funny.  Anyway, because of this, when 
they guys wanted to go fishing, I wanted to go too; just so I'd 
get to do some of the same things Mark did, and maybe learn 
something from him.  So, it wasn't really planned that way, but I 
ended up the only girl on a fishing-trip with my father, my 
uncle, my grandfather, and two brothers.  Just one girl to 
service five horny guys.  I didn't think of this before we 
started, but I'll bet Mother did!  She just smiled though, at her 
little girl packing her clothes for a week's fishing trip, just 
like she was one of the guys.  (I learned later that Mother had 
once been the only girl on a fishing trip, when she was just a 
little older that I was. . . Only she had just four men 
along. . . Daddy, Grandpa, Uncle Frank, and Uncle Henry.  So she 
had a pretty good idea what was going to happen.  I didn't. . . I 
was just going fishing.)
     Well, I probably don't need to draw you a diagram of what 
happened.  From the first night we stopped at a Motel on the way 
out, until the last motel on the way back, I probably fucked each 
one of them two or three times a day.  I must have had cum 
running out my ears.
     At first, it was quite a kick, having five big horny men all 
hard for little old me.
     Yes, I fished. . . For the first three days, anyway.  The 
last two, I was too exhausted to swing a line, after sucking and 
fucking my father, grandfather, uncle, and two brothers until 3 
in the morning.  It seemed that no sooner did I get through 
squeezing the cum out of my father up into my horny little 
snatch, than my uncle would get all hard at the sight of me 
leaking his brother's seed, and want to fill my tummy with HIS 
sperm.  Twenty minutes later, this would all be repeated, as my 
grandfather got horny seeing me take his sons' sperm up inside 
me.  By the time my grandfather was finished filling my womb with 
thick sticky wads of HIS cum, I would already be sucking on one 
or the other of my big brothers, as THEY got horny.  Then the 
whole thing would repeat.
     About halfway through the second round, I would usually give 
out; with my body too tired to climax any more.  But that didn't 
stop me from enjoying the feel of a thick prick sliding up inside 
my horny little snatch, and spitting big gobs of incestuous baby-
juice in my belly.  By the third round, I stopped even feeling 
that.




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     Still, I would keep on going, until all five men were 
finally satisfied.  After all, I didn't want my mother to be 
sorry she allowed me to come along, by not taking proper care of 
my male relatives.  Well, I did my best.
     By the time we spent the last night in that motel, I was so 
beat, I fell asleep with my grandfather still squirting his seed 
in my womb.  The guys COULD have taken real advantage of me then, 
but since I'd already fucked each of them once, and Mark and 
Grandpa twice, they just let me sleep.
     I felt sorry about not leaving them drained, when I woke up 
in the morning, but they all assured me that they were OK. . . 
Still, I DID notice that we were hardly back in the house, before 
all five guys had found a new bed-partner, and there were squeals 
of delight coming from all corners of the house.  Of course, that 
COULD have been because the other girls were so horny from having 
over half the male occupants of the house preempted by one little 
girl (me).
     Well, that never happened again.  The next time they went 
fishing, there were only four guys (Uncle Frank was busy that 
time) and this time Lisa joined me.  The little 10-year-old kept 
Daddy and Grandpa so drained, that they barely had time to fuck 
me three times on the trip.  The kid looked so CUTE, with a prick 
in her mouth, another big prick buried in her tight little ass, 
and a third on squirting her flat little tummy full of her own 
father's thick sticky cum.  It sure took a load off me.  Yes, 
Lisa and I BOTH got in some pretty good fishing this time.  And I 
ended up back home just sexually satisfied, with lots of sperm 
soaking in my tight little hole, but not exhausted like the 
previous time.
     As for my little sister, she had enough sperm squirted up 
her little 10-year-old slit to knock up a regiment of girls like 
her, if she could get knocked-up, that is.  As I said before 
though, none of us kids did. . . Get knocked up.
     Aside from that, the only time one of us girls would have a 
man to herself, was when one of our male relatives came over to 
visit.  Then Mother would usually assign one of us girls to share 
our bed with him, so he wouldn't have to go to sleep horny.  Very 
rarely did we ever get to do it twice though.  The first time I 
can remember, was when I was about 7, and Grandpa ended up in my 
bed.  I was so proud!  For almost a week until he had to leave, 
Grandpa fucked me almost three times a day.  At night, before 
going to sleep. . . In the morning, so I could have his sperm in 
my tummy when I got up; and usually either once again at night, 
when Grandpa had a "wet dream" or in the daytime when he and I 
would "knock-off a quickie."  Mmmmmm; that was fun.
     It wasn't until about 4 years later, that I ever got to do 
anything like that again.  By then I was eleven, and had been 
having periods for a little over three months, when I found Uncle 
Frank sharing my bed with me.  Boy was that sexy!  Spending the 
whole night with your own uncle pumping sperm into your belly, 
when usually you didn't get fucked more than once or twice a day.  
Mother had the other boys leave me alone, the whole time Uncle 
Frank was there that visit; saying that it wasn't fair to the 
other girls, if I got to hog my uncle, AND my brothers and father 
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     Yes, of COURSE I was still fucking my father.  And my 
brothers, and. . . Well, everybody.
     No!  As I told you before, Daddy didn't fuck me any more 
than he fucked any of the other girls. . . Except possibly that 
once, when I first had my period, and Mother had me sleep with 
Daddy for two weeks.  I almost forgot that.
     So, OK!  I forgot.  I guess I DID have Daddy to myself 
once. . . But not for very long.  Mother usually did this; having 
each of us girls sleep with Daddy the first couple weeks or so 
after we had our first period. . . Then we'd go back to our own 
beds, and things would return to normal.
     So, I'm sorry!  Perhaps Daddy DID have me all to himself 
once or twice.  I forgot about that time.  So sue me.  Yeah, and 
now that I think of it, there was one other.  Why do you want to 
know about the times Mother had me sleep with Daddy, anyway?
     Oh!  You're KIDDING!  That's funny! . . .
     You're NOT kidding; are you?
     Yeah, I see what you mean.  Mother must have been just 
TRYING to do it, Huh?  Oh well, that's long past.  It probably 
only has a little to do with my present problem anyway. . . I 
mean, if it wasn't Daddy, then it darn sure would have been one 
of my horny brothers, or my uncle, or possibly one of my cousins, 
or even my grandfather, for that matter. . . As I told you 
before, everybody fucks everybody in our house, and nobody takes 
precautions.
     I mean, why should we?  Nobody in our family has any 
sexually-transmitted-diseases, since nobody fucks anybody outside 
the family.  And as far as getting pregnant goes, I've been 
fucking since I was too young to remember, and never took any 
precautions; why should I start now?  Oh. . . I suppose.

     Well, anyway. . . As I said, I've been fucking my brothers 
and father all my life, so it was quite a letdown, when I went 
off to college.  Thump!  From sex whenever, and almost wherever I 
wanted it, to no sex at all for over three months. . . Can you 
imagine the torture that was to a horny girl like me?
     Huh?  No. . . Of course not!  I'm a GOOD girl!  Only sluts 
fuck people outside their family, when they're not married.  What 
kind of a girl do you think I am?
     Thank you.
     So you can see the pickle I was in.  I almost wore my 
fingers out, the first few days, and the first week, I almost 
headed home; just to get laid.  Only I knew my parents wouldn't 
give me much sympathy.  After all, THEY had gone through college 
without THEIR brothers or sisters to fuck. . . So could I.
     So, by the time I came home for Christmas vacation, I was 
ready to fuck the doorknob.  As long as the doorknob was the 
FAMILY doorknob, that is.
     Mother took one look at my strained face, and took pity on 
me.  She sent me to bed with my father, and let me hog him the 
whole time I was home.  Even ignoring my little sisters' protests 
that THEY liked to fuck Daddy too.
     By the time I went back to school, I was finally starting to 
feel good again; with probably two gallons of my father's 
precious seed warming my belly.


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     So you see, that's what's causing my problems right now, 
counselor. . . You DO say you can't tell anybody anything I say 
here?  Good.
     Anyway, as I said, now you know why I've been having a 
little trouble in class lately.
     Huh?  No.  Not that, Silly!
     Feeling my tummy getting bigger doesn't bother me.  At 
least, not now that I know what's causing it.  It's just that it 
makes me so damned horny!  It'll be at least another three whole 
MONTHS, before the semester's over, and I don't see HOW I can 
make it.  Feeling Daddy's kid squirming inside me, almost made me 
take one of those jocks up on his offer the other day, to let him 
"show me the facts of life."  <Tee hee.>  THAT is funny!  I've 
already GOT "the facts of life" growing in my tummy, and he wants 
to TEACH me?  I wonder who would be teaching whom?  Yeah, it IS 
funny, isn't it?
     I'd almost be willing to marry some guy, if he was decent 
enough, just to have a chance of getting laid regularly.  Of 
course, what's the REAL chances of meeting somebody who wouldn't 
be shocked to pieces when he learned about my family? . . . 
Except you, of course.  Uhuh.  And then, you add in the fact that 
I'm already pregnant, and who would even want to go out on a date 
with a girl like me?
     You're kidding?  Really?
     You didn't!
     Are you sure?
     Well OK.  It's a date then.  But you'll have to wait 'til we 
get married to do anything. . . As I said, I'm a good girl.
     Oh.  Oh, that's FUNNY!  So you won't be hurting, while you 
wait, huh?  But what about me?  Really?
     You're on, buddy!  If you're SURE your parents or little 
sister won't mind.  <Giggle.>  I'll race you to the car!  I sure 
hope that bed you share with your little sister is as big as you 
say it is.
     Huh?  No, I won't mind if you keep on fucking your little 
sister after we get married. . . After all, She's your FAMILY.  
Just as long as you don't mind me fucking my brothers, or Daddy.
     No, of COURSE not!  Any kids I have once we get married will 
be yours.  This one by Daddy was just an accident.  After all, I 
wouldn't be up-tight, if you accidentally got your little sister 
pregnant.
     No!  Really?  Twice?
     Have you fucked either of them yet?
     Well, you'd better!  Not having any brothers, it would be a 
shame if your daughters didn't at LEAST get to feel their own 
father squirting their cute little tummies full of sperm before 
they start school.  Now that I know a girl CAN get pregnant by 
her own father, it would be a disgrace to let the little girls 
miss out on any chances they might have.  In the meantime, your 
little sister and I will do all we can to give your little girls 
a baby brother to fuck, when they get older.






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     Huh?  Of COURSE I expect you to keep on fucking your little 
sister!  At least, until SHE gets married too.  As I said, she's 
FAMILY, and you don't desert family.  Who knows, maybe you can 
father 4 or 5 kids on your little sister before she finds someone 
as nice as you. . . Though I've got about 6 or 7 brothers that 
she might be interested in. . .
     Your daughters?  You'd BETTER fuck them. . . And any little 
girls you have by me too.  Of course, Daddy's going to want to 
fuck them too, and my brothers as well; so you'd better get used 
to that idea too.  Yeah, it IS rather kinky. . . What do you say?
     Yeah. . . Now that I know a girl CAN get pregnant by family, 
I'm going to be just like Mother; and do everything I can to let 
my kids feel their own father's baby growing in their cute little 
tummies as soon as possible.  And you'd better be willing to help 
out too!  Not just with MY kids, but with any little girls you 
might have by your sister, as well.
     You will? . . . Promise?
     Are you SURE we can't find a Justice-of-the-Peace, at this 
time of night?  How about a Preacher? . . . Any port in a 
storm. . . If we told him that I'm pregnant (no lie) then maybe 
he'd be willing.  Whaddya think?  I'm getting so horny thinking 
about you squirting your sperm up in my womb, so my daughter can 
feel it too, I can't think straight.
     Surely there's a church SOMEWHERE nearby.

































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