                        My Little Sisters
                         An Erotic Story

     "What do you think you are DOING?!"  My mother's voice 
caught me just as I was cumming.
     Luckily, it wasn't one of those times I really squirted 
hard.  Still, I lay there on my bed naked, with white goo flowing 
out of my prick in satisfying surges that never seemed to stop, 
until my whole hand was covered with white sticky stuff.
     God, how embarrassing.  Here, with Mother's previous calm 
lessons about sex, and how babies were made, and her claim that 
we should all feel free to express our sexuality, and not be 
scared to ask either her or Father about sex, I had never figured 
she would have any hangups about me masturbating. . . at least, 
as long as I didn't do it in front of my two little sisters that 
is.  I mean, at four and six years old, seeing their 15-year-old 
brother jack-off; squirting white greasy baby-juice all over the 
place might be a little too much.  Well, it turns out that I had 
things backwards.
     "Carol, Diane, get your butts in here!"  Mother's voice held 
that command-tone that we all knew better than to ignore.  I was 
too shocked to do anything except just lie there with my prick 
still oozing a last few drops of cum all over my hand.  When I 
reached for the tissue at the side of the bed, Mother gave me 
such a glare that I stopped; just trying to keep the flow of cum 
from flowing down my hand, and getting all over the bed.
     By this time, my two sisters had arrived, and I felt doubly 
embarrassed.  (Or is that triply?)  I mean, being caught jacking-
off by my mother was bad enough.  Having my two little sisters 
see me with cum dribbling out of my prick, and running down the 
side, over my hand, was mortifying.  The fact that it was close 
to bedtime, and both little girls were stark-naked was even more 
embarrassing.  Mother made it even worse.
     "Look at you," she said, "dribbling precious sperm all over 
your hands, when you have two healthy sisters.  I'm ashamed of 
you!  Didn't you even ASK?"
     Huh?  It almost sounded like my mother wanted me to. . . My 
mind wouldn't stretch that far.
     "And YOU two," here Mother rounded on my sisters; aiming 
most of her ire at Carol.  "I'm particularly ashamed of you 
Carol.  I would think that after all those explanations we gave 
you kids about sex, and how babies were made, that you would at 
least make some effort to see to it that your big brother didn't 
waste his seed in some unfeeling tissue."
     My little sister looked almost in tears at this accusation.  
"I'm sorry, Momma," she said.
     "Well, I should think you would be," she replied.  Mother 
seemed somewhat mollified by her daughter's response.  "Well, 
it's not really TOO late," she continued, looking at me 
pointedly.  "See that white-stuff coming from your brother's 
prick?" she asked.
     "Uhuh," said Diane.  Carol merely nodded.





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     By now, my prick had wilted to where I could just barely 
hold it in my fist, but the white puddle at the top seemed even 
bigger; forming a pool of sticky in the circle of my thumb and 
forefinger.
     "That's Danny's cum, that I told you both about before," 
said Mother.  "In that white stuff are millions of your brother's 
sperm, the things that make babies in girls like you, just going 
to waste.  Now I want you to do something about that."
     "Huh?" said all three of us at once.
     "Oh Jeesh!  Did I raise a bunch of idiots?" said Mother, 
rhetorically.  "Carol, reach out there, and pick up some of your 
brother's cum with your finger," she instructed.
     As the six-year-old reached out to touch me, Mother turned 
to our younger sister.  "You too," she said.
     Damn, it tickled, when first Carol and then Diane each 
scooped up a gob of white from my hand.  I wondered what Mother 
had in mind.  I soon found out.
     "Now take it, and push it up inside you, so it doesn't go to 
waste," she said.
     "Huh?"  Again, we all looked like idiots.  Mother couldn't 
mean. . .
     "In your vaginas; your cunts; your cracks," she explained, 
exasperatedly.  "How else are you going to get pregnant, if you 
don't?"
     "But Momma," objected Carol, "I thought we were too young to 
get pregnant yet."  Diane didn't say a thing.  Here eyes were as 
big as saucers though.  That didn't keep either of my sisters 
from following Mother's instructions though; each one sticking a 
goo-dribbling finger between her legs, and forcing the digit up 
inside herself, while Mother explained.
     "Of COURSE you're too young," she said.  "That doesn't mean 
you can't practice making a baby with your brother until you ARE 
old enough, does it?"
     "Oh."  Even with a limp prick, I almost came again, at the 
very thought.
     .
     .
     .
     About half my prick was buried inside my little sister's 
belly.  I had bottomed out in the little girl, and knew I 
couldn't get any more in, without hurting her.  Carol's tight 
little cunny felt so good on the half of my prick that WAS inside 
her, that the last thing I wanted to do, was hurt my little 
sister.  All I really wanted to do, was fill the little girl's 
tight little tummy so full of my baby-making seed, she'd be 
having my children for the next twenty years.  God, what a sexy 
thought; fathering children on your own six-year-old little 
sister, while your 4-year-old sister watched with interest.  
Mother wasn't satisfied though.
     "You don't have it all the way inside you," she commented.
     "But Mother!" I said.  "That's all that will fit."  I came 
to Carol's defense, because I didn't want her hurt, when she was 
doing such a good job of making me feel good.  This drew my 
mother's ire to me.



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     "Horse-pucky!" she said; now really annoyed.  "Get it ALL 
the way up inside her," she said.  "Now push!"
     Momma turned to my little sister.  "Now you sit down HARD," 
she commanded.  "You can take a LOT more than that, if you try."
     My little sister and I looked at each other, shrugged, and 
tried.  Nothing happened, except Carol gritting her teeth at the 
slight pain of being too stretched.  I could feel a hard lump 
pressing on the head of my prick, almost painful to me too; but 
we only gained about another half-inch.
     "Chicken-shit gutless kids," said Mother, with disgust.  
"Here."  Mother positioned herself above my little sister, and 
placed her hands on Carol's shoulders.  "Now PUSH," she 
commanded; daring me to disobey.
     I pushed; Carol pushed; and then Mother pushed.
     I had thought my prick was as hard as a brick.  It wasn't.  
Under this strain, my prick buckled.  The hard knob pressing on 
the head of my prick pressed even harder; feeling like a rock 
against the end.  Damnit, that hurt!
     If it hurt me, it must have REALLY hurt my little sister.  
"Aaaah!" she said, obviously barely able to keep from screaming, 
as she was stretched inside.
     If anything, this made Mother even MORE determined, and she 
pushed down even harder yet.  I TRIED to push up, but my prick 
just buckled even more, being painfully pinched in the middle, 
while the hard-spot in Carol's cunny felt like it was about to 
poke a hole in the head of my prick.  Only it didn't.
     My prick poked a hole in it first.  Suddenly, the knob 
seemed to get bigger around, and there was a tiny hole in the 
middle.  As Mother kept pushing, this hole got bigger in a 
painful squeeze on the head of my prick.
     I was about to yell in pain, and Carol was letting out 
little grunts, when it suddenly happened.  A tight ring snapped 
over the head of my prick, squeezing me painfully just behind the 
glans, while Carol let out an "Ow!" more of surprise, than pain 
this time.  Three more inches of my prick shot into my little 
sister's belly; leaving only a little more than half an inch 
remaining outside.  Momma STILL wasn't satisfied though.
     She kept pushing down on my little sister, until the last 
half inch slid inside, and my little sister's cervix was 
squeezing the shaft of my prick fully an inch behind the head, 
while the tip of my prick bumped up against the back of the 
little girl's womb.  I had finally figured out what Mother was 
trying to do.  My little sister's uterus was wrapped around my 
cum-dribbling cock like a vagina within a vagina, while her cunny 
milked and squeezed on the rest.
     "There," said Mother with satisfaction, as she motioned to 
me to roll over on top of my little sister, so I could fuck her 
properly, "now you can fuck her properly, and cum in her womb, so 
there's a better chance of getting her pregnant."
     God what an exciting thought.  Still, I was worried about my 
little sister.
     Carol looked back at my worried expression; tears still 
pooling in the corner of her eyes.  If she had asked me to pull 
out, I would have.  No matter how good it felt to be inside her, 
or how mad it made my mother.


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     "It's OK, Danny," she whispered; hugging me close.  "Momma's 
right.  You should squirt your stuff in me, so I'll know what 
it's like to have a baby.  Please?"
     Carol's cunny was gripping me so tightly, that I couldn't 
slide in and out.  Besides, if I HAD pulled out, I don't know if 
I could have gotten my prick all the way back up inside her or 
not.  Still, just the feeling of the little six-year-old's tiny 
little cunny milking on my prick would have been enough to get me 
off, even if I couldn't slide in and out.
     "I'm going to do it," I warned Carol; still worried about 
hurting her.
     Suddenly my little sister wrapped her legs around mine, so I 
couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to.  (Which I really 
didn't.)  "Do it," she grunted.
     That was the last straw.  I "Did it."  I came in my own 
little sister.
     Carol grunted in pain again, when my prick suddenly grew 
bigger inside her, but she didn't let go with her arms and legs 
either.  Her tight little cunny was involuntarily milking on my 
prick, I don't know whether it was from pain or passion, but it 
sure felt good.  Her womb was wrapped around the head of my prick 
in an embrace that I could never duplicate with my own hand.
     To complete things, my little sister's six-year-old cervix 
was actually SLIDING back and forth about an inch on my prick, 
from a tight grip just behind the glans, to about an inch lower 
down; milking it like an unbelievably tight interior vagina.  I 
let go.
     Suddenly, I felt a pressure build up in my prick, just 
behind the head.  I was trying to cum, but the sperm just 
couldn't make it through the tight ring my little sister's cervix 
had clamped around the head.  The pressure built and built; 
causing my little sister to clamp down even harder.
     Suddenly I involuntarily hunched forward, and my sister's 
cervix slipped back over that last half inch or so buried inside 
her.  When it did, a ripple of cum got through, and spat into my 
little sister's womb.
     That was it.  Once the first squirt got through, the rest 
went after.  I buried my prick in my little sister, and just let 
it flow.  Surge after thick sticky surge of warm greasy cum spat 
out of my prick, and into the warm welcoming recess of my own 
sister's young womb.  Spurt after satisfying spurt.  Jet after 
thick white jet of cum jerked out of me.  Only this time, instead 
of being wasted by getting it all over my hands, or in some 
unfeeling tissue-paper, it went right where it belonged: into my 
own sexy little sister's womb.
     It seems Mother was aware of this too.  "See," she said to 
Diane, "Your brother's squirting his sperm inside your sister, so 
she'll know what it's like to make a baby.  Right now, that white 
stuff I showed you is going into her womb.  That's how babies are 
made; by men like your brother squirting their sperm in women."
     Mother turned to me.  "Now that you know how," she said, "I 
want you to practice making a baby in your sister, at least once 
a day. until you get it right."




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     She turned back to Carol.  "From now on," she informed my 
sister, "you're going to be sleeping with Danny here, so he can 
sleep with his prick inside you, so he won't waste his sperm if 
he has a wet-dream."
     "Yes, Momma," said Carol, obediently.
     I was too involved with leaving one last thick squirt of cum 
inside my little sister's sucking young womb, to more than grunt 
in response.  If my mother had wanted me to "practice" making a 
baby in my little sister FIVE times a day, I would have been 
agreeable.
     Mother stopped me from pulling out, when I finally finished.  
"Just lie there a while," she said.  "That way your prick will 
keep your sperm trapped inside your little sister, so she'll have 
a better chance of getting pregnant."
     "Ooooh!" I said.  Still, I didn't argue.  On the other hand, 
this was probably a good time to clear something up. . . 
"Mother?" I asked; snuggling a little closer to Carol, so my 
wilting prick didn't "pop" out of her womb.
     "Uh?"
     "About Carol getting pregnant. . ."  I didn't know quite how 
to express my confusion.  Mother understood anyway.
     "No," she said, "your little sister isn't pregnant.  Yes, 
she's too young to have a baby yet.  Most girls don't have 
periods until they're at least 11 years old, and usually they 
don't get pregnant even then, until they're a year or two older.  
That means you'll be able to 'practice' making a baby in your 
little sister for at least 5 years, before you have to worry 
about 'doing it right' and getting her pregnant.  OK?"
     "OK," I sighed with relief.  At fifteen, I felt a little 
young to take on the responsibility of raising children of my 
own.  And as for Carol. . . If I was too young, what about her?  
I settled down to enjoy the pleasure of being mated to my little 
sister, while her tight little cunny squeezed my prick; keeping 
it semi-erect inside her.
     Carol's arms were still wrapped around me; stroking my back; 
while she nuzzled her face into my shoulder.  Such a comforting 
way to spend the afterglow of sex; feeling your sister's skin 
next to you, her arms around you, her smooth little belly rubbing 
against yours, while her hair smelled so good in your nostrils.
     "So you see," finished up Mother, "there's no reason you 
can't fuck your sisters as often as you want.  From now on, I 
don't EVER want to find you wasting your sperm in some Kleenex, 
when you have two healthy sisters to squirt it into.  OK?"
     "OK, Momma,"  I heard Diane answer, while Carol's response 
in my ear sounded like an echo of my own words.  I wondered just 
what Mother meant by that remark about TWO healthy sisters.  
Surly she didn't expect me to. . .










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     Oh well, one sexy little sister was enough for tight now.  I 
was almost dozing, with my prick still buried in Carol's tight 
little snatch, when Mother leaned back into the room and 
commented, "Oh.  By the way, just because your little sister 
isn't having periods yet, doesn't mean she's completely safe.  
Some girls never DO have periods, before they get pregnant.  And 
while she may be young, there HAVE been girls even younger than 
Carol, who got pregnant. It's very rare, but it DOES happen.  
It's true, that most girls don't get pregnant until they're 12 
years old or older, but SOME do.  Not very many, but some.  So, 
your little sister MIGHT be carrying your baby inside her right 
now.  I just thought you might like to know."
     Oh shit!  I should have been worried, but my body betrayed 
me.  My prick exploded into an erection at the very thought, and 
suddenly I was cumming again in my little sister, without even 
fucking her first to get excited.
     Carol felt it, as I jammed my suddenly swollen prick up 
inside her, and gave her womb a fresh shot of baby-making cum.
     "Oooh, that excites you," she said; squirming back at me, so 
my prick was seated properly in her womb again, "doesn't it?  I 
bet you like the idea of making a baby in your little sister.  Go 
on:  Do it.  I don't mind.  You can make a baby in me, if you 
want to.  I bet THAT would make Momma happy."
     When I finished spasming my little sister's womb full of cum 
this time, I was too exhausted to remain inside her, like before.  
I rolled off her, and we lay panting side-by-side.  We had almost 
forgotten about Diane.
     "Hey! What about me?" prompted our little sister.  The 
little four-year-old was looking pointedly at my shrunken prick, 
and her big sister's cum-oozing slit.
     I looked down at my wilted prick.  No way, was that 
marshmallow going into anything; let alone as tight a hole as our 
little sister had.  Besides, even shrunk, it was obviously way 
too big for the child, even if it HAD been stiff.
     I pointed this out to Diane.
     My little sister stated to cloud up.  Diane never DID like 
to get left out of things.  "But Momma said. . .," she pouted.
     Thankfully, Carol came to my rescue.  She may be only a 
little girl herself, but she's smart.  Besides, she had been 
dealing with her little sister's moods more than I had; living in 
the same room with her, for most of the little girl's life.  
"Come here," she said.
     Diane knew enough to trust her big sister.  Obediently, she 
climbed on the bed with both of us, and spread her legs at the 
older girl's suggestion.
     "Now here," said Carol firmly; reaching between her own 
legs, and extracting a big white gob of cum, "with THIS, you can 
have Danny's sperm inside you just like I do; just like Momma 
said."
     I watched with amazement, (and some little amusement too,) 
as my sister took her cum-dribbling finger, and pushed it right 
up inside the little 4-year-old's tiny slit.





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     Diane let out a slight, "Ow!" as her sister took her 
virginity, but didn't object.  We all knew that girls had to have 
their "cherry" popped, before they could get properly fucked or 
have babies, so none of us were worried.  I wondered for a bit, 
why Carol hadn't hurt, when I went through hers.  Oh well, she 
hadn't, so why worry about it?
     Carol withdrew her red-streaked finger from inside our 
little sister; wiped it off on a tissue; then grabbed a second 
gob of cum that was drooling out from between her legs, and stuck 
it up in Diane, for good measure.
     "There!" she said with satisfaction; wiping her finger again 
on my proffered Kleenex, "Now you've got a chance to get 
pregnant, just like I do."  This time, there wasn't near so much 
red on her finger, but  a fair amount of white.  Our little 
sister's vagina was too small to hold much of my sperm inside 
her.  If Carol wasn't too young to get pregnant (Well, actually 
she was.) then I wondered about Diane.  Surely SHE was too young.  
Still, I wondered.  I found out, a few days later.
     That night, Mother did just what she said she was going to 
do, and moved Carol into my room with me.  She didn't say 
anything about Diane.  Once Mother had put the two of us in bed 
together, she had me snuggle up behind my little sister, and fuck 
her that way, until I squirted my little sister's tight little 
hole full of baby-making cum like I had earlier.  God, did that 
feel good!  When I finished squirting cum inside my sister, 
Mother told us to stay that way; with my prick buried in Carol's 
womb, so my sperm wouldn't leak out in the night, and if I had a 
wet-dream (Like I usually did.  Mother knew this from having to 
wash my sheets almost every day.) then my sperm would go into my 
little sister's womb, where it belonged, instead of making a mess 
of the bed, and being "wasted."
     I didn't mind.  The feeling of my little sister's vagina 
quietly squeezing on my prick, while it dripped cum into her 
tight little slit, was quite a comfort for an oversexed teenager.  
Even though I didn't really cum more than once; every once in a 
while I would feel another surge in my prick, as yet another 
thick sticky drop of seed forced it's way through the tight clamp 
of my little sister's cervix, and oozed out the tip into her 
quietly accepting young womb.  The thought that I might be 
getting the little girl pregnant was more thrill than scare, as 
Carol didn't seem to mind, and our mother seemed to actually WANT 
me to knock the little kid up.  Well, If Mother wanted me to 
impregnate my own little sister, and the little girl didn't mind, 
then I was going to do my best.  Even if she WAS only six years 
old.  Heck, her being so young, was a plus.  That gave me that 
much longer to "practice getting it right," as Mother said.  
Probably 6 or 7 years of squirting my little sister's cute little 
tummy full of baby-making cum every night, before she started 
having periods, and we did it "for real."  Just the thought, made 
me squirt an extra dollop of seed in my little sister's sucking 
young womb.






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     I was a little surprised at Carol's quiet acceptance though; 
though not enough to question it.  If my little sister didn't 
mind Mother's attempts to have me get her pregnant, then for sure 
I didn't.  Besides, as Mother assured us when asked, there really 
wasn't much chance that my little sister would "catch" anyway.  
"Less than one in a million, even if you fuck every day," Mother 
assured us.
     That made the idea that I MIGHT be planting a baby in my 
little sister's cute little belly, more fun, than scary.  
Especially when Mother made it clear that neither she nor our 
father would be all that upset if one day my little sister woke 
up, and her pants were too tight.
     No, Mother says she isn't TRYING to have me get my little 
sister pregnant; when she gets old enough, Mother says she is 
going to put Carol on birth-control.  Still, she wouldn't mind if 
we did. . . Make a baby that is.  I wondered how we would feel 
about this, when my little sister DID get old enough to get 
pregnant.  Then I remembered:  By that time, I would probably be 
in college, and so it wouldn't be a problem.
     Oh well.  In the meantime, Carol (and possibly later Diane) 
and I could "Practice making a baby," like Mother called it, as 
often as we wanted to.  From the way things went in the next few 
days, that was going to be quite a lot.
     I DID have a wet-dream in the night; but even though I did 
squirt it inside my little sister, that didn't keep us from 
making a mess of the bed; as we pulled apart in our sleep 
afterwards; getting gobs of sticky goo all over the sheets, as 
well as inside my little sister.
     Surprisingly, Mother didn't mind cleaning up; saying she 
expected to clean up a LOT of "wet-spots" from our bed, from now 
on.  She was right.
     Besides fucking Carol, Diane came around for a couple of 
days, so she could get her "share."  Once, Carol had me jack-off 
in the little kid; pointing out that I wouldn't be "wasting" it, 
if I squirted it inside our little sister.
     Well, that was fun.  But not nearly as much fun as sliding 
my prick up inside Carol, until the head of it was squirting 
thick sticky gobs of baby-making cum right in the center of my 
little sister's womb, where it belonged.  It always felt so GOOD, 
to feel my seed flow into my little sister's belly where it 
belonged.  After about the third time, it no longer bothered 
Carol when my prick snapped through her cervix, and on into her 
uterus.
     It was about the fourth day, when I was just starting to 
piss my sperm in the little girl's womb, that she suddenly 
started wailing and screaming as if in pain, and her womb going 
into spasms around my squirting prick, almost felt like it was 
going to cut it off.  I would have pulled out; fearing that I was 
hurting her, but Carol had her arms and legs wrapped around me in 
a death-grip, and wouldn't let me go.  It was only afterwards, 
that we figured out what had happened.  My little sister had her 
first orgasm.





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     It seems that being fucked three or four times a day had 
stimulated her body until it finally allowed her to enjoy what 
was going on, just as much as I did.
     From that day on, my little sister was as eager to fuck as I 
was; following me around like a puppy dog; with her big blue eyes 
pleading for me to take her into the bedroom and give her still 
another squirt of her big brother's sperm.
     The little girl was wearing me out.  As much as I liked 
feeling my cum flow into my little sister's sucking young womb, 5 
or 6 times a day was getting to be too much.  Thank goodness, her 
little sister had seemed to lose interest; as long as she got 
here "share" once in a while from her big sister.
     Even that, was more to keep from feeling "left out" than 
from any horniness on the little girl's part.  Of course, Carol 
wasn't helping.  Now that she had found out how good it felt to 
cum, she was trying to get Diane to do the same thing; working 
her fingers in and out whenever she pushed my sperm up inside her 
little sister; trying to make it feel as good for Diane, as it 
did for her.
     Well, after a while, our little sister did begin to enjoy 
it, but nowhere nearly as much as Carol and I did.  Thank 
goodness!  If she had, Diane would have probably wanted me to 
fuck HER, just like I was doing to her big sister.
     Mother took care of things, before they got that far anyway.

     It was several days later, when Mother did it.
     We were all sitting around the kitchen table; eating.  Carol 
and I were still naked from a last-minute fuck after getting home 
from school, and so was Diane.  Both girls were dribbling white 
sticky cum on the chairs, as our little sister had insisted on 
her "share" this time.
     Daddy seemed to always ignore the sexual goings-on, but it 
couldn't have escaped his notice that my little sister and I 
quite often fucked like bunnies, and were sleeping together in 
the same bed.  We certainly never hid it, and would quite often 
be fucking away for quite some time with the door wide-open, 
before I filled my sexy little sister's tight little slit full of 
incestuous cum.  So, we knew Father knew what was going on.  He 
just didn't seem to be affected by it, one way or the other; 
unlike Mother who seemed to get a lot of fun out of the idea of 
her fifteen-year-old son trying to make a baby in his six-year-
old little sister.  Father didn't seem to mind if I did, or if I 
didn't; just as long as neither one of us got hurt.
     Father was always like that; always looking out for us.  As 
long as we both enjoyed having sex together, Father didn't care 
how, when or what we did; even if it meant that my little sister 
got pregnant.  As long as she knew she was taking the chance, and 
didn't mind, then neither did our father.

     So it was a little unfair of Mother to accuse Father like 
that.  On the other hand, it was just like Mother to make some 
outrageous accusation that even SHE didn't believe, just to set 
the accusee up for what she intended him or her to do, or admit 
to doing.



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     At the time, things seemed pretty normal.  (If you can call 
"normal" having both your little sister's drooling your cum out 
of their tight little slits; one of whom hasn't even been fucked 
yet.  Well, Mother was about to take care of that too.)  Our 
father was drinking coffee; reading the newspaper after eating 
supper, and Mother was reading a paper too.  Only it wasn't the 
regular newspaper.  It was one of those things Mother calls 
"scandal-sheets."
     You know the kind:  "Two-headed alien captured by Air Force"  
"Elvis Seen in Local Grocery-Store"  "Madonna has kid by lover; 
doesn't plan on marriage"  "OJ's grandparents fight for custody 
of his children"  Yeah, THAT kind of paper.  Half the paper is 
sales-pitch for psychics and diet scams.  One third of the rest 
is Hollywood scandals, another third is pure garbage, like the 
two-headed aliens or Elvis sightings, and the rest might be 
anything.  Some of the stories in there, like the man who weighed 
over 1500 pounds, were real; not only documented by real 
photographs, but by being confirmed by the Book of Records, or a 
line or two in the REAL newspaper.
     Only they covered them in great detail.  The great and the 
miserable thing about those papers was that they had NO editorial 
policy, except, "Will it sell papers?"  If I sent them a story 
about my little sister living on nothing but crayons, for over a 
year, they would probably send around a picture-crew to take 
pictures of Diane chewing on Crayola's.
     Still, you learned some real things about people in those 
papers, because as mother pointed out, they didn't NOT post 
things, if they figured somebody might be offended.  They didn't 
care.
     This particular issue looked a little funny though.  As if 
it was an OLD issue that Mother had found in the attic or 
something.  Other than that, it looked the same as the rest.
     "Huh?" said Father; bringing the rest of the family's 
attention to what Mother was asking him.
     "I SAID," Mother emphasized, "'Have you been fucking 
Diane?'"
     Father looked insulted at the very idea.  As well he should 
have.  At a little over six-inches long, I've got a pretty big 
prick for a fifteen-year-old.  Daddy's isn't quite that big, but 
it's big enough.  If he stuck his peter up in our little sister's 
crack, it would probably hurt her almost as much as if I did it.  
No way could I imagine Father hurting Diane like that, even by 
accident.
     "No," he said, quietly, but with some force, "I have NOT 
been fucking our daughter."  That should have been it.  Only 
Mother had just started.
     "Well, why NOT?" she asked, sounding mad at the idea that 
Father was NOT fucking Diane.  "Don't you like her?"









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     Mother was obviously trying to put our father on the 
defensive, so he would be defending himself for NOT fucking our 
little sister.  Having just been through something similar a week 
or so ago, I figured we would soon be seeing our father sticking 
his big prick up in our little sister's belly, before the day was 
over.  Not only that, but Mother would make it seem like it was 
both our father and Diane's idea to do it, and then only when 
mother had given her reluctant approval to the idea.
     Mother is like that.  It's never HER idea; always ours. . . 
Uhuh.  But SHE is always the one who gets the kick out of 
watching.
     Well, I was right; and I was wrong.  Father had been married 
to our mother for over fifteen years, and he knew how her devious 
little mind worked, far better than any one of us kids.  Instead 
of arguing, and working into Mother's hands, he simply asked 
calmly, "OK, now what brought this about?" and looked pointedly 
at the paper that Mother was so ostentatiously holding.  It was 
obvious that whatever Mother had planned, it involved some story 
in the scandal-sheet.
     "It says right here," she said; shaking the paper angrily, 
"that this little girl down in Peru, has been fucking her father 
since she was four years old, and had a baby by her father when 
she was five."
     "And you think that's reason enough to accuse me of raping 
our daughter?"  Father's voice sounded ominous.
     "Of course not!" snapped Mother.  "I never accused you of 
raping anybody!  I never would.  I know you love all of our kids 
too much to hurt any of them."
     "Then what WERE you accusing me of" asked Father.
     "I wasn't ACCUSING you of ANYTHING," said Mother.  "I just 
asked if you had been fucking Diane yet, and if not, why not?"
     At our father's objection, she continued, "I mean, if a 
little girl in Peru, is lucky enough to get her father to knock 
her up at five, I think it would be a shame if Diane had to miss 
out on the chance."
     "You really mean this?"  My father's voice was serious.  "I 
mean, it's one thing to have a son fucking his six-year-old 
little sister.  That's bad enough.  But if they want it, and 
nobody gets hurt, I guess I can keep my mouth shut.  But trying 
to get ME to stick my prick up in our own daughter, who's only a 
little over four years old, is something else.  Now don't you 
think that's going a little too far?"
     Well.  THAT sure made it clear enough that Father knew what 
was going on between me and Carol.  It wasn't too clear if he 
knew how much Diane was involved though.
     Mother had the grace to blush.  "I suppose," she admitted.
     "Though you'll have to admit it WAS kind of a sexy idea.  
The kid in the story here, didn't seem to mind either; being 
proud of the fact that she was allowed to carry her own father's 
baby.  She says she wants to have three or four more kids by him, 
and the authorities don't know what to do.  If they put the man 
in jail, for fucking his own kid and knocking her up, then the 
whole family will starve; including the little girl's daughter.




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     On the other hand, if they DON'T, then he'll probably keep 
right on doing it, as he has been doing to the little girl and 
her two older sisters, for the past several years.  Not only 
that, but they suspect that the little girl is not only his 
daughter, but his granddaughter and great-granddaughter as well.
     They suspect that his present 'wife' is his daughter by a 
previous daughter.  The whole family is like that.  It seems that 
girls in that town are EXPECTED to have their first child by 
their father, before they move out and get married.  It's also 
not unusual for a younger daughter to marry her father, when the 
mother dies.  It's only the extreme age of the children involved 
in THIS case, that attracted the attention of the authorities.
     Now, they don't know what to do.  They're tempted to just 
leave things alone, except they're scared that the kid's baby 
might be coming in with her OWN baby by her father in four or 
five more years.
     Anyway, I thought that if girls down THERE are lucky enough 
to have fathers like that, why should WE deny our little girl the 
same chance that they had?"
     "Let me see that paper," demanded Father.
     Gingerly, Mother handed him the paper; as if she was afraid 
he would destroy it just by handling it.  The way it looked, that 
might just be possible.
     Father read the article in question, then looked more 
closely at the rest of the paper.
     "I thought so," he finally crowed with satisfaction.  "Just 
how long have you HAD this paper?" he asked; pointing at the date 
on the cover.
     Mother blushed again.  "Since just after we got married," 
she said in a low voice.  "I've been saving it for years; never 
daring to bring things up, until I saw you weren't objecting to 
Danny here, fucking his little sister.  I thought there might 
just be a chance to realize a life-long dream.
     My father never fucked ME, but I always dreamed about having 
him do it, and get me pregnant, ever since I was six years old.  
Of course, I never told him that; Mother would have KILLED me, if 
I even suggested having sex at all; let alone with my own 
father. . . You know what she was like."
     Father nodded thoughtfully at this.
     "And then," Mother continued, "I saw this paper when I was 
in the hospital with Danny.  He wasn't a girl, and besides he was 
just a baby, so I put the paper away and forgot about it; except 
for an occasional dream.
     Then, when Danny got old enough to need sex, and his little 
sister Carol seemed willing, when I explained things to her; I 
began to hope.
     When you didn't raise the roof, like my parents would have, 
I finally dug up this old paper, in hopes you might be talked 
into fucking Diane, like I wish I had been, when I was your age.  
I'm sorry, Mike."
     "I'm sorry too, Marie, but I just can't," said Father.  And 
that was that.





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     Only it wasn't.  "Why can't you Daddy," asked Diane.
     We had all forgotten just how stubborn my little sister can 
be, when she makes up her mind to something. . . Like getting her 
"share" of my sperm, from Carol.  Only this time, she wanted more 
than just a "share."
     "I said, 'Why can't you Daddy?'," repeated Diane.  "How come 
that kid in Peru gets to fuck HER daddy, and have his babies, and 
I don't?"  It SOUNDED like a reasonable question, even though it 
wasn't.  Diane continued; pressing her point.  "And Momma says 
she wanted HER daddy to fuck HER.  Why can't I?  I mean, if Momma 
thinks it's OK to fuck her daddy, then why can't I do it too?  
Don't you love me too, Daddy?"
     By now, Diane was pulling out all the stops.  If anyone 
(other than Mother, of course,) knew how to manipulate Father, 
then it was my little sister Diane.
     "Why not, Daddy?" she said again; tears streaming down her 
face.  "I love you too, just like Momma does.  Why can't I have a 
baby, if other people are, like Carol, and those people in 
Bolivia?"
     "Peru," I whispered to myself; correcting her privately.  I 
didn't want to upset my little sister's plan.
     "You tell her, Maria," said Father in exasperation; 
forgetting who had started the whole thing.
     "How can I?" asked Mother, reasonably.  "I wanted to do it 
with MY father, when I wasn't much older than she is.  Do you 
really expect me to lie to her and tell her I believe she 
shouldn't?"
     If there was one way to get to my father, then Mother just 
had.  Father never lied.  He seemed to expect other people to, on 
occasion; but he never did.  He might say he was going to do 
something, and not be able to, but he never deliberately lied.  
I've seen him tell some funny stories, tying to keep someone from 
finding out something; and quite often he succeeded, but he never 
lied while doing so.  He said lying always caused more problems 
than telling the truth. . . No matter HOW painful the truth was; 
lying always made things worse.
     I haven't been able to keep to my father's strict standards, 
but I try.  At least, I've never lied to him, and I know he 
hasn't ever lied to me.
     "Please Daddy?" said Diane.  She didn't bawl or scream, or 
throw a tantrum, which wouldn't have worked anyway.  She just 
stood there; tears running down her cheeks, looking like the day 
she had when our cat got run over, about 3 months earlier.  As I 
said, Diane really knew how to manipulate her Daddy.
     (I know, it's cynical of me to say this, but it's the truth.  
Diane figured the only way she wasn't going to be "left out" 
because she was too young, was for her to make Father feel like 
he would be hurting her MORE, by not fucking her, than he would 
be by being a "good father" and not "molesting" his own kid.  
"Molesting," Ha!  If anything, it was little 4-year-old Diane, 
who was "molesting" our father.  For sure, she was fucking up his 
mind.)





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     As you've guessed by now, Father finally gave in.  I don't 
know what the deciding factor was.  Whether it was Mother's 
dream, Diane's tears, or possibly even Carol and me just staring 
at him expectantly, but he did.  I guess he finally thought that 
if all four of us didn't seem to see anything wrong with the 
idea, then maybe it was HIM who was off-base.
     Anyway, once he decided to do it, he never backed down, and 
never seemed to regret it; even when Diane got pregnant about 
four years later.  (But that's another story.)
     I was surprised, when he did it right then, too.
     I guess once our father decided he was going to fuck his own 
daughter, he also figured it wouldn't be fair to her to keep her 
waiting.  So, not fifteen minutes later, the whole family watched 
as my father climbed on the bed between my little sister's legs, 
and pushed his cock right up inside her.
     As I mentioned before, Daddy's cock isn't quite as big as 
mine, but Diane was quite a bit smaller than Carol.  So I really 
expected it to hurt her.
     Only it didn't.  Mother had Father put some stuff called KY-
jelly on his prick, and it just slid right up inside her, to the 
amazement of everybody EXCEPT Diane and Mother.  My little sister 
was already lubricated from the sperm Carol had put inside her 
earlier, and Mother says cum is the slickest thing there is; but 
that still didn't really explain things.
     (I later learned, that just like Carol, Mother had been 
having the little girl practice with a whole group of different-
sized fake-pricks, for a whole week, before she sprang this on 
the girl's father.  Momma didn't want her little girl's first 
fuck to be painful, and since Diane had already lost her "cherry" 
to her big sister, she wouldn't be "cheating" Father out of 
taking his little girl's virginity.  So she had Diane practice.
     She had also had Diane practice the whole tears-bit and 
everything.  Mother is devious.  Did I mention that before?)
     Mother didn't insist that Father slide his prick all the way 
up in our little sister's womb, like I did with her big sister, 
but that was just for now.
     Seeing (and feeling) his little 4-year-old daughter's tight 
little cunny strangling the heck out of his penis, made Father 
cum before he barely got started.  We all watched our father make 
about three strokes into our little sister, before we saw him go 
rigid, and force his thick prick up inside the little girl, until 
she winced.
     "Oh shit!" Said Father, then gave one last shove.  From the 
frantic way he was jerking, we all knew our father was squirting 
his seed in our little sister's womb, just like I did every night 
with Carol.
     Afterwards, Carol and I did the same thing; while our father 
mother and little sister watched.  Seeing Father breeding our 
little sister had gotten us so excited we couldn't wait 'til 
later.







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     I made a great show of sliding my prick all the way up in my 
little sister's womb, where I left great gobs of incestuous baby-
making sperm.  We both kept making obscene references to the fact 
that "I was getting my little sister pregnant, by squirting her 
tiny little womb full of the white sticky-stuff that makes 
babies."
     By the time we were finished, our obscene comments had 
gotten Father so excited, he was doing it again; breeding our 
little 4-year-old sister, like a Great-Dane humping a little pup 
that was in heat.  You could almost see the little girl's flat 
little tummy bulge, each time her father's prick slid home in her 
belly.
     When Father finally came for the second time in her, his 
jerks and spasms almost made it look like you could see each 
thick sticky squirt making my little sister's belly bulge.  Such 
a sexy thought.  Her tiny little slit couldn't hold all of 
Father's cum, so it dribbled in obscene drools down her leg.
     Diane was so proud, she didn't clean up for hours afterward; 
wanting everyone to know just how well she had fucked her own 
father, and that she was carrying his seed in her womb.

     Well, after that, there was no more heading for the bedroom, 
when somebody wanted to get fucked.  I would quite often come 
home from school, and find Father and Diane already fucking on 
the couch or the chair in the living-room.  Sometimes they would 
just fuck; with Diane underneath.  Other times, Diane would climb 
on top of our father, and slide down his prick like a monkey on a 
pole, and sit there with her father's cock leaking sperm into her 
belly, while they watched television for hours.
     Quite often, Carol and I would be doing something, when the 
urge would come upon us to fuck; and so we just would.  If we 
were playing cards, or watching TV, or just horsing around, we 
would stop; pull our pants down; and then fuck until I squirted 
my little sister's womb full of what she needed.  A bellyful of 
her own brother's sperm.  Then we would go back to whatever it 
was that we had been doing as if nothing had happened.  The only 
difference being that Carol would no longer be wearing panties, 
as her bare little cunny dribbled cum down her leg.
     The only time we kept to the bedroom to fuck any more, was 
when guests were over; and then I swear my little sister 
deliberately waked through the room with her freshly-fucked 
little cunny dribbling sperm, so that everybody could smell it, 
and see it running down her leg, if they looked closely enough.  
Carol is almost as kinky as Mother.
     Oh yes, Father still fucks Mother sometimes.  They still 
seem to enjoy it; though Mother gets most of her jollies just 
watching her two daughters get fucked.  And yes, we have all 
fucked each other on occasion.  I've fucked both my mother and 
Diane a few times, while Father has taken Carol to bed several 
times; leaving me to "slake my lust" on Diane and Mother.







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     Feeling the little 4-year-old's tight little slit squeezing 
the hell out of my prick, while I do my best to get the kid 
pregnant by filling her womb with squirt after thick sticky 
squirt of incestuous baby-making cum, is quite something.  You 
wouldn't believe a little 4-year-old would even be interested in 
sex, but Diane sure is; insisting that I not hold back, and push 
my penis as far up inside her cute little tummy as it will go, so 
she has a better chance of getting pregnant.
     Not that that's very far.  Even after having father open her 
up, and squirting his sperm inside her womb for over two months, 
Diane was STILL so tight I could barely fit about 2/3 of my prick 
inside her.  Of course, that 2/3 felt REALLY good.  Diane's eve 
tighter inside than Carol, and although I can barely get the head 
of my prick in her womb, the part that IS inside her feels 
incredibly good!  I usually cum pretty quick, once I manage to 
get my prick inside her; but when I do, it's usually a gusher.  
Sometimes I think I cum harder inside her even though she's only 
able to take part of my prick inside her; unlike her big sister.  
Pissing my sperm in the little girl's womb is always such a 
thrill, even if the kid IS only 4 years old.
     We don't swap off all that often though.  Not that we don't 
LIKE to fuck the others.  It's just that Carol seems to prefer 
me, most of the time; and Diane seems to prefer Father. . . most 
of the time.
     Diane says I'm a little too big for her to fuck comfortably, 
while Carol seems to like the fact that my prick goes all the way 
up into her womb, while Father barely can get the tip inside.
     Yes, Mother managed that too.  Before a week was out, she 
had our father pushing his prick all the way up in Diane's tight 
little hole, until he popped the head of his prick in the little 
girl's womb, just like I do all the time with her big sister.
     Once he started, Diane always insisted that he "Squirt his 
sperm in her womb, so she could get pregnant," just like her big 
sister was doing.  I guess that was as big a turn-on to Father, 
as it is to me, because I never saw him refuse.
     Mother says it's not so important whether my father or I get 
either of the two little girls pregnant or not.  What matters is:  
That we both give each of the girls the chance.  Oh, it would be 
NICE to see Diane's or Carol's cute little tummy all swollen with 
her father's or big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside 
her; but it wouldn't be a tragedy if we didn't.  What WOULD be 
tragic, would be for the little girls to never even have the 
chance to carry our babies; like Mother had been denied the 
chance to have HER father's baby when she was a child herself.
     Mother doesn't really THINK she would have gotten pregnant, 
if she had screwed her father when she was only six; but she's 
always regretted the fact that she never had the chance to find 
out.
     At least HER daughters wouldn't be sexually abused like she 
was.  If there was even a SLIGHT chance that either Carol or 
Diane could get pregnant by having her father or big brother 
squirting incestuous cum in the child's tight little belly, then 
Mother would see to it that her little girl did. . .




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     From the time they were 4 years old, until they entered 
high-school, Mother saw to it that each of her daughters didn't 
spend a night without her father's or brother's sperm soaking in 
the child's belly.  Mother always insisted that either Father or 
I fuck our sister or daughter at least once a day; and squirt our 
sperm as far up inside the little girl's vagina as we could.
     I didn't mind; and after a while I could tell that Father 
didn't either.  There is something about feeling your sperm flow 
into the warm welcoming belly of a little girl who not only WANTS 
to fuck her father or brother, but who doesn't mind if she gets 
pregnant as a result.  Mind?  Heck, my little sisters always did 
everything a little girl COULD do, to have me or my father knock 
them up.  I think they were as turned-on by the idea of getting 
pregnant as Mother was.
     So, as you might imagine, and as I told you before, Father 
finally got Diane pregnant about 4 years later.  And as for me, 
Carol, and Mother? . . . Well, that's another story too.  Maybe 
I'll tell it some time.  Right now, my wife wants me to feed our 
son, while she nurses Cathy.  I can't wait 'til both kids get 
older.

     NO, I am NOT telling you my wife's name!
     What do you think I am?  Some kind of pervert, who'd marry 
his own little sister?

































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