                      Feeling Dad inside me
                         An Erotic Story

     I never realized that day what changes started then.  Not 
even when I watched my brother and sister that morning, or even 
later that night when ... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

     As I said, I didn't have the faintest idea that morning 
would be any different than any other, or that it would be the 
start of so many important changes in my life.
     It started out (as usual) at breakfast time.  Also as usual, 
my two older siblings seemed to be late getting down to 
breakfast.  This had begun to happen more and more often of late; 
and I had begun to wonder why my mother put up with it.  Well, 
THAT at least I found out that morning.
     "Selena," my mother caught my attention, just before I slid 
into my seat at the table, "could you go up and check on Lucy and 
Mike?  Breakfast is almost ready."
     "Yes Mom," I sighed.  I knew it wasn't any use arguing; as I 
wouldn't get any breakfast myself until the two older kids were 
there.

     "Thanks, Honey," she replied.  "Don't disturb them though, 
until they're finished.  Just watch, and when they're both done, 
let them know that breakfast will be ready as soon as they wash 
up afterward and get down here."  Mom didn't explain what she 
meant by "being finished" and I figured I would find out when I 
got there.  I did.
     As I climbed the stairs, I hurried a bit faster than I 
really needed to; as I wanted to get there before my two older 
siblings finished up whatever it was they did in the mornings 
these days.  Since I had permission from Mom, I could finally 
open their door and look inside, without feeling like some kind 
of pervert for invading their privacy.
     Well, as you can guess, I got a good look all right.  
Pushing open the door, at first I thought they were still 
sleeping ... until I realized the covers were going up and down 
in a manner that looked familiar, even though I'd never seen it 
before.
     "Unh, uhn, unh," My big brother's grunts joined with Lucy's 
pants as they worked together.  At first they didn't even notice 
my presence, until I was right along side of them.  Mike was 
right on top of Lucy, kind of bobbing his hips up and down, with 
the covers pulled up over both of them about waist-high.
     Lucy's eyes widened in shock, when she finally noticed me; 
as I pulled up a small chair and settled in to wait, like Mom had 
told me to.  "Um ... Selena's here," she finally said.
     Mike's surprise was almost comical, as he paused whatever it 
was they were doing, and stared at me.
     "Uh ... Mom said to tell you both that breakfast would be 
ready when you two finished," I said, into the sudden silence.  
When nobody responded, I continued, "She said to wait and watch 
until you were done.  I'm sorry if I interrupted you."
     Mike's eyes widened at the implications of this, while my 
big sister's face slowly creased into a smile.


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     "Well ....," she said finally.  "If Little Sister is going 
to watch ... what say we give her something to look at, Big 
Brother?"
     Darn I hate being called, "Little Sister."  I was NOT little 
any more.  Right then, I was nine years old, and I already had 
the start of nubbins on my chest that would develop later into 
breasts even bigger than my elder sister's melon-sized globes.  I 
had also had my first period almost a week earlier, and Mom said 
that made me a woman.  The other implications of these things I 
didn't yet realize.
     However, Lucy's comment was made in a friendly manner, so I 
tried not to grump.  A good thing too; or they might have chased 
me out of their room.
     Mike's grin grew as big as my sister's.  "Why not?" he 
responded; throwing back the covers to show both of their bodies.  
My big brother was between Lucy's legs, and his "thing" was 
poking right into her body!  Yes, right into the hole between her 
legs that she peed out of ... her vagina I thought it was called.  
(At the time, I had just learned the "proper" name for it, when 
Mom told me I was a woman, and shouldn't call it my "pee pee" any 
more.)  That a man's thing (OK, penis) could go right up into a 
woman's vagina like that, I had never realized before ... and 
certainly not that a guy would even WANT to ... or my sister 
either.
     "Heh ... Why not give her a GOOD look, Lu?" asked Mike, 
pulling out of my sister with a slurp.  His thing looked angry 
and red, and big around as my wrist.  I had never realized a 
boy's thing got so big; having seen only dangles when changing 
diapers on my cousin ... or again on the one time I saw my 
brother's penis when he was getting out of the tub when I 
accidentally barged in on him one time about a year earlier.  
NOTHING like this.
     Before I had a chance to do more than widen my eyes in 
surprise, both partners had changed position on the bed, with 
Mike getting behind Lucy, then lifting her leg.  Then, to my 
amazement, he fit his penis inside her from behind; giving ME a 
very good look at it entering my big sister.  There was a 
satisfied, "Ooooh," from one of them, as Mike slowly slid inside.  
Then, he pulled out for a second, before shoving it in even 
deeper.
     Before two minutes had passed, Mike was shoving his thing 
all the way into my big sister's hole, while she shoved back at 
him each time.  At the same time my big brother had his arms 
around Lucy, almost mauling her tits that made my little nubbins 
seem almost like mosquito-bites.
     "Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna ..."  Mike's moans just seemed to 
excite Lucy even more.
     "Do it ... Do it ... Do it," she moaned back.









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     It was shortly obvious that Mike was, "Doing it,", as he 
suddenly jammed his thing as far up inside Lucy as he could; her 
belly seeming to swell from the pressure of his member inside 
her, while her vagina gripped his penis in an almost white 
ring ... it being stretched that much by it.  Her almost bare 
vagina with only a tiny patch of hair being distinctly different 
from the completely smooth pubes I had, or the enormous thatch 
our mother had.
     There was an expectant straining moment, then Mike jammed 
himself even harder into my sister's body; groaning, "Oh God, I'm 
doing it inside you ... Oh GOD that feels good."
     My sister's feeble complaint of, "Mike!  You weren't 
supposed to do it inside me!" was belied by her pushing back at 
our older brother, just as hard as he was pushing into her. 
Lucy's hips were rocking back and forth; milking my brother's 
prick while he emptied himself into her body.  Of course, I 
didn't know this at the time; I just saw the two of them 
squirming and shuddering together, in what looked so exciting I 
almost peed my pants.
     Finally the two lovers pulled themselves apart.  "You 
weren't supposed to do it inside me," repeated Lucy; but there 
wasn't much heat in her words.
     "I'm sorry ... It just felt so GOOD," replied Mike.  
"Anyway, you enjoyed it too ... I know."
     "Mmmmm," purred Lucy, giving him a kiss, right on the lips.  
"Yes, I guess I did."
     "Does that mean you'll let me do it in you again some time?" 
asked Mike, hopefully.
     "Mmmmm .... maybe," was my sister's reply.
     After that, the two of them chased me out of their bedroom, 
while they got dressed; and I hurried downstairs to tell Mom that 
they would be down in about five minutes.
     I had a LOT to think about when I ate breakfast that 
morning.  For one thing, I wondered what the "it" was that Mike 
did inside Lucy.  My first idea of him peeing inside her was 
obviously wrong; as that would have made quite a mess of the bed.  
Well, I would find out later.  Now that I had watched once, I 
figured the two older kids wouldn't keep it so much a secret from 
me any more.  I was right, but that's not how I learned.

     That night I was headed for my room, when Mom stopped me.  
"You're getting to be a big girl now," she said, "and Mike is too 
busy taking care of Lucy.  So I think you should sleep with your 
father and me ... at least, until we figure out some more 
permanent solution."
     Silly me, I didn't have the faintest idea what she was 
talking about, even with having watched my two older siblings 
"make love" that very morning.  No, not even when Mom told me to, 
"Wear your frilly nightgown ... No, you won't need any panties."
     However, once I was snuggled in between the two of them, Mom 
was half-dozing, and Dad snuggled up behind me with a hard-on 
pressed between my legs, I soon figured out what was up.  (Gawd, 
that's a terrible pun!)




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     Yes, once I felt Dad's swollen "thing" poking me between the 
legs, it didn't take long for me to remember what I saw that 
morning, and lift my leg so that my father could get inside me, 
like Mike had done to my big sister that morning.  There was a 
fumbling moment when Dad swabbed the slippery head of his prick 
against my mound, then an almost unbelievable STRETCHING 
sensation as my father's penis slowly inched it's way into my 
body.
     In, out.  In, out.  With each tiny stroke, another 
fractional inch of my father's penis slid into my tightly 
stretched hole.  I let out a gasp as there was a slight sting 
when something tore down there, then a louder gasp as suddenly I 
felt the whole head of Dad's prick snap into my body.
     "Is something wrong, Selena?" asked Mom.
     "No Mom," I answered.  I wasn't quite sure how Mom would 
feel about Dad sliding his thing inside me ... and wasn't sure I 
wanted to find out, either.
     For a moment Dad paused in his working his thing into my 
body.  Then, when Mom didn't say anything more, he resumed slowly 
inching his prick into my belly until suddenly almost the whole 
thing shot up inside me.  Once again I gasped, as I felt stuffed 
like a turkey.  There was also a slight pain around the opening 
to my slit; but it wasn't too bad, so I ignored it.
     "Oooh, ooh, oooh," Dad panted in my ear.  "Push back at me, 
Selly," he said.
     So I did.  "Ouch!"  The last inch of Dad's penis slid inside 
me, causing me to yelp more in surprise than pain.  This time, 
Mom didn't say a word.  I think my mother was pretending to be 
asleep.  Who knows?  Maybe she was, but I doubt it.
     For the next two minutes or so, Dad carefully slid in and 
out; trying not to rock the bed too much.. His left hand had come 
around my body, and was massaging my titties in a way that was 
almost as exciting as the thick thing sliding in and out of my 
slit.
     Suddenly Dad stopped sliding in and out; jamming himself to 
the root inside me, while his thing swelled and relaxed, swelled 
and relaxed inside me.  He didn't say a word while this happened; 
just clutching me close while he emptied his prostate into my 
womb.  Finally, after three or four times of this, Dad relaxed; 
and shortly thereafter slid his now shrunken thing out of me with 
a plop.  "Thanks, Selena," he whispered in my ear.
     "Thanks, Daddy," I whispered back.

     The next thing I knew it was morning, and Dad was still 
snuggled up to me, with his sticky thing dribbling between my 
legs.  I'll never be sure if he repeated that process while I was 
asleep that night, or not.  My crotch was sticky and slimy, but 
surprisingly felt good in spite of that ... as if being gooey 
like that was good for it.
     I got up, took a pee, and wiped my crack.  It was still 
slightly sore from the night before; so I looked closely.  My 
crack was far more open than I had ever noticed it; but there was 
only a tiny tint of red on the tissue; so I figured whatever it 
was I hadn't really been hurt.  I get more blood on a toothbrush, 
when I forget to brush sometimes.


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     I crawled back into bed between Mom and Dad, and forgot 
about it.
     The next thing I knew, it was about two hours later, and my 
parents were both returning to the bedroom after doing their duty 
in the bathroom, like I had earlier.  I could hear them talking 
as they came back into the room, unaware that I was awake.
     "When I first saw Mike's prick bulging in Lucy's tight 
little slit, knowing our horny young son was ejaculating his 
sperm in his own little sister's belly, right when she ...."
     At that moment, Mom noticed me listening, and changed her 
conversation; hardly missing more than one beat.  ".... Well, I 
can see that You're finally awake," she said.  Mom then looked 
expectantly at Dad, as if counting on him to say something.
     "Uh ...."  For some reason, Dad seemed a little embarrassed.  
"Uh," he repeated, "your mother and I have decided that since you 
are a woman now, it's time you learned about sex ... before 
something happens to you by accident, because you don't know what 
happens."
     My eyes got wide, but I didn't say a word.
     "So, Uh ..."  Dad blushed, and couldn't continue, for some 
reason.
     "Spread your legs dear, and let your father get between 
them."
     This time it was MY turn to blush; but I did as Mom asked.
     "Uh ... when a man gets exited, his prick gets big like 
this," said Dad, climbing on the bed and awkwardly climbing over 
one leg.  "That's so it gets hard enough to go inside a woman."
     "Oh," I said, looking wide-eyed at where my father's penis 
was about to penetrate my body.
     "Then," he said with a grunt, "The man slides his penis into 
the woman like this .... Unngh!"
     "Ooof!"  I echoed my father's grunt, as his thing slid 
inside me again.  "Yes Daddy," I finally said, to show I was 
listening.
     "The man then slides his penis in and out of the woman's 
vagina, until he gets too exited and ejaculates his sperm inside 
her," continued Dad, doing just that.  It took barely two minutes 
of sliding in and out, before Dad groaned and shoved himself into 
me as hard as he could, while his prick flexed, jerked, and 
swelled inside me, just like it had the night before.
     "When he does," croaked Dad, "His sperm will combine with a 
woman's egg, and a baby will start to grow in her womb.  This is 
how a woman get's pregnant, just like your mother is."
     Dad's thrusts inside me eased; and he rested with his prick 
wilting inside my body.
     I looked over at my mother with new interest.  Now that my 
attention had been called to it, her belly DID look a bit bigger 
than it usually did.  "Mom is going to have a baby?" I asked.
     Mom nodded.  "In about six more months.  My stomach will get 
a LOT bigger, before the baby is due."
     "Oh," I said.  Then the meaning of Dad's words penetrated 
deeper.  "Oh!  ... Does that mean that I ....?"  I couldn't say 
it.




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     "Well, no ... at least not yet anyway," replied Mom.  Once 
his "lesson" was completed, Dad just lay on me panting; keeping 
his body from crushing mine by laying mostly on his elbows.  
"However," she continued, "your father has promised to help you 
practice making a baby at least once a day, from now on ... since 
your big brother is too busy with your sister."
     "Oh," I said.
     "It'll probably be two or three years before your father 
gets you pregnant," she continued.  "Very few girls your age have 
babies, even if they are having sex on a regular basis like you 
will be.  Still, you MIGHT get lucky, since you had your first 
period last week.  If you were REALLY lucky, you could be 
pregnant with your own father's baby right now ... but there's 
not much chance of that."  Mom's voice ran out with a sigh.
     "Um ... you WANT me to get pregnant?"
     Mom seemed to be surprised that I'd even ask.  "Of course, 
Dear.  Why do you think I invited you to sleep with your father?  
It'll probably take several years, but with any luck you could 
have three or four kids by your father, before you get out of 
school.  If not, maybe I'll get your big brother or grandfather 
to help out ... what do you think?"  Mom's voice ended on a 
wistful, slightly dreamy sigh.
     "Uh ... I'm not quite sure ..."
     "It's all right, Dear.  You don't have to decide if you want 
your father to father all of your children right away, or if you 
want your brother and grandfather to help out.  You can have as 
many children by your father as you want, and then decide later, 
OK?"
     Somehow I found myself saying, "OK," without my conscious 
agreement.  Then it was too late.  Oh well.  It might be fun to 
have Dad's babies ... I always DID enjoy babysitting other 
people's kids.
     That night, Dad slid into me, just like he had the night 
before; only taking about twice as long this time, before he blew 
his sperm in my tummy.  This time he didn't take it out when 
finished though; leaving his prick inside me while we snuggled up 
spoon fashion.  Three times that night I woke up to Dad fucking 
me from behind; squirting his sperm into my womb as if he 
expected to impregnate me in one long marathon session.  Then the 
next morning he rolled me over without pulling out, and helped me 
"practice making a baby" one last time.
     Dad never was able to repeat that performance.  There's 
something about fucking your own little girl the first time and 
getting her pregnant with your baby that stimulates the male in a 
way that just can't be repeated.
     And yes, sometime in that two weeks after my first period, 
Dad DID get me pregnant ... ignoring the odds and Mom's 
reassurances that such things almost never happened.  Once Lucy 
found out that I had Dad's baby in my tummy, she got so jealous 
she let Mike cum inside her without protection for the next three 
weeks, so she could feel him making a baby inside her too.






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     Because of that, first Mom, then me, then Lucy all had 
babies about three months apart.  Two boys and a girl.  I was 
lucky, I got the girl, Samantha Diane Jarvis.  She's been 
sleeping in the same bed with her two "brothers" since they got 
out of diapers.  No, that was NOT the last kid I had by Dad ... 
OR by my big brother.  In fact, I got started the next day on 
what would be a long-term project with the family.
     You see, when I got home the next night, Mom had me go sit 
on Dad's prick, while he was watching TV in the living room.  I 
was busy sliding up and down, when Grandpa came in and found his 
favorite granddaughter having sex with his son.
     "See Grandpa," I said; flipping my skirt up out of the way 
so he could see what we were doing.  "Daddy and I are practicing 
making a baby."
     "That's nice," he said; coming over and giving me a kiss; 
looking interestedly down at where his son's prick was sliding in 
and out of his granddaughter's tight little slit.  "How about 
making a baby with your horny old grandfather some time?"
     "Sure, Grandpa," I said; squeezing Dad while he groaned his 
release into my ear.  I LIKE feeling Dad get off inside me.  "You 
can make as many babies in my tummy as you want to ... as soon as 
Daddy and I are finished, anyway ... OK?"
     And I keep my promises.


































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