                        Nice Niece Nooky
                         An Erotic Story

     <SLAM!>
     The door closing behind her just emphasized the girl's 
grumpiness.  When I had come over to visit my big sister, I 
hadn't expected the conversation to swirl and stop around my 12-
year-old niece like that.  Usually the child is alert, cheerful, 
and practically the life of any party she's in.  I couldn't 
remember a time before today when she hadn't greeted me with a 
big smile and hug that almost made me cum in my shorts, with 
wriggling little girl snuggling up to me, and panting hotly in my 
ear how much she loved her Uncle Joe.  (Yes, I'm a full-fledged 
pedophile, and have been ever since me and my little 
sister . . . . but that's in the past.)  While little girls turn 
me on, never a hint of this had ever come out between me and any 
of my cute little nieces . . . especially Maureen.  Yes, I'm a 
pedophile . . . that's lover of little girls, NOT child-molester.  
I had never even hinted to the child that I would like to have 
sex with her or how I dreamed almost every day about sliding my 
thick prick up inside her tight little slit until the little girl 
begged me to fill her cute little belly with thick white squirts 
of baby-making cum; NOT because I was scared of frightening her 
off; but because I KNEW if I did, the little girl would have 
immediately stripped naked and invited me to fuck her . . . just 
because she knew I wanted to; whether she did or not.  It just 
isn't fair to pressure someone who loves you that much into 
having sex.  And just knowing how much I wanted it, WOULD be 
pressure to a little girl who liked me as much as Maureen did.  
Still, if the 6th-grader had ever tried to seduce ME . . . well, 
the life of her virginity would have been measured in minutes, if 
not seconds.  Yes, I was sure Maureen was still a virgin (HOW I 
know, is my own business . . . and hers) though with her 
personality and looks, she certainly wouldn't be for long.  Just 
the sight of the little girl dressed in these "kinderslut" 
outfits with short little dresses, and smooth cotton panties was 
almost enough to give a priest a hard-on, let alone a lover of 
little girls like me.
     Still, like I said, I had never even hinted what the feel of 
the little girl's body squirming against mine did to me.  I 
didn't want to scare either her or her parents.  If her parents 
knew what their little girl did to me, they probably would never 
let me come over to visit; while if the child knew, she would 
probably have tried something we would both regret.  I knew I 
couldn't resist, if Maureen or even one of her little sisters 
ever tried; so I gave them no reason to ever suspect my feelings 
for them.  Far better for them to just think of me as their 
favorite uncle, rather than some pervert who wanted to have sex 
with them . . . no matter HOW willing they might be.  The very 
thought of the troubles we would both have, if either of us 
started something sexual, was enough to give me the Willies.
     I certainly never expected Cathy to suspect me of anything; 
as I'd never given either her OR the girls the slightest reason 
to suspect how sexy I thought they were.  Even when I watched the 
kids, I was careful NOT to stare too hard at their beautiful 


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developing bodies; and the few times I actually held one of the 
girls in my arms (when I arrived, and sometimes when saying good-
bye) I was extremely careful not to let my hands wander too far, 
or hold the delectable body too long.  Just the memory of sweet 
little girl in my arms, and the smell of delicious child's hair 
in my nostrils was usually enough to keep me in jack-off 
fantasies for a week or two.  Strangely, my fantasies were almost 
never about the three REAL nieces I had, but of two horny little 
fantasy-sluts who WANTED to do nasty things with their pedophile 
uncle.  (Yeah, right . . . as if any little girl would really 
want to fuck her own uncle "bareback"; not caring if she got 
pregnant or not.  While I had read a couple of soft-core porno 
magazines about little girls who did just that, I knew better.  
Still, those magazines DID get a lot of use while I lay in my 
lonely bed at night.)
     "What's the matter with HER?" I asked Cathy; nodding at the 
closed door.  Well . . . almost closed.  While Maureen had 
slammed the door, she hadn't shut it properly.  A good half-inch 
of space separated the door from the latch.
     "What's bothering HER?" I repeated.
     "Nothing . . . just the usual girl having trouble with her 
boyfriend," replied Cathy.  "Seems they can't agree on sex."
     "Sex?"  I guess I could understand my niece's reluctance to 
have sex at the age of only 12.  So if some boy was trying to 
pressure her . . . well, I wouldn't tear him apart, but I'd sure 
make him think I would.
     "Yeah, she's not getting any from him . . . he's too scared 
of getting her pregnant . . . not that I blame him.  Maureen's 
right between periods right now, and probably 'fertile as a 
turtle, Myrtle.'"  My big sister seemed to think for a moment; 
ignoring my openmouthed wonder at her being so unconcerned about 
her daughter having sex.  Well, if THAT surprised me, then what 
came next simply floored me.
     "Say," she said, as if a brilliant idea had just occurred to 
her, "why don't YOU go in there and have sex with her?  After 
what you and Cissy used to do, at least I know YOU don't have any 
big hangups about having unprotected vaginal intercourse with a 
pre-teen.  Who knows, you might even get lucky and get her 
pregnant, just like you did Cissy."
     Ohmigawd!  Here I had thought that the affair Cissy and I 
(everybody calls  her Cissy, though her real name is Christina 
Brinkly Anderson) had was a secret, and that nobody knew I was 
the father of her two oldest kids (the other two properly being 
by her present husband . . . I think.  While I COULD have 
fathered the two little girls on her on the couple of times we 
had gotten together, I know her husband's sperm had a LOT better 
chance than mine, unless Cissy had cheated somehow . . . and I 
know she wasn't one to cheat in THAT manner on the husband who 
loved her almost as much as I do.)  That Cathy not only KNEW of 
the affair I had with little sister for over seven years (from 
the time I was nine and Cissy was six, until we both went through 
puberty) caught me by complete surprise . . . until I thought 
about it; and then wondered how she could have missed it.  Cathy 
is NOT dumb . . . I guess I am.
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she was thirteen, when she didn't even have a boyfriend to blame?  
Besides, doing "it" for so many years, sneaking into each other's 
bedrooms, it must have been obvious to everybody (including our 
parents, not that I think about it) that Cissy and I had a 
"thing" going between us.  Why nobody ever stopped us, even after 
I got Cissy pregnant that first time, I guess I'll never know.  
Thinking of the results of fucking our little sister, made 
Cathy's suggestion that much more unbelievable.
     "You want me to . . ."  I couldn't say it.
     "Have sex with my daughter?"  Cathy could.  "Of course," she 
said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a 
mother to want her little brother to have full unprotected 
vaginal intercourse with her daughter.  "Why else would I suggest 
it, If I didn't mean it?" she asked in reply.
     "But what if I . . . ?   I mean, what if she . . . ?"  Once 
again I couldn't say it.
     "Gets pregnant?"  Once again, Cathy could.  She shrugged.  
"That's just the chance she'll have to take, if she's having 
sex," she said.  "I certainly don't expect YOU to pull out; and 
I'm NOT putting her on the pill for at least three or four years 
yet.  If Maureen wants to have the pleasures of adult sex, then 
she's just going to have to take the risks too."  Cathy fluffed 
her paper back up, and settled back to read; ignoring me.  The 
door to my niece's room gaped slightly; almost inviting me.
     I stared at the half-open door, then at my big sister.  I 
knew I SHOULD just get out of the house as fast as possible, 
before I did something I would regret.  Only I also knew that if 
I did, I would regret THAT for the rest of my life too; as I knew 
I would never get another chance . . . Cathy is just that way.  
(I know my big sister just about as well as it seems she knows 
me.)  I thought about it a bit more, then decided . . . I didn't 
HAVE to fuck my niece, no matter if her mother didn't mind or 
not.  Maybe all the little girl needed was an adult shoulder to 
cry on.  Deciding to see, I opened the door carefully, and when I 
saw Maureen face down on the bed seeming to be weeping, I decided 
to do whatever it took to cheer the little girl up . . . even if 
that "something" WAS sticking my swollen baby-maker up her tight 
little hole, and pumping the child's womb full of her own uncle's 
potent sperm, like her mother seemed to think.  If not, then a 
few minutes of holding and cuddling the child (now that I knew 
her mother wouldn't get all uptight about me running my hands in 
"inappropriate places" would probably be as comforting to me, as 
it would be to my distraught niece.  I certainly wasn't going to 
rape her, or even make improper advances on her, unless SHE 
started making them on me.  I wondered just how true her mother's 
guess of what was bothering the child was.  While having babies 
was the ultimate turn-on to SOME people (me for example) and even 
for some women, it usually was NOT the sort of fantasy you found 
barely pubescent pre-teen girls having.
     "What's the matter, Hon?" I asked.
     Maureen looked up at me; apparently expecting to see her 
father.  Then, when she saw her favorite uncle instead, for a 
moment she hung back, before throwing herself in my arms and 
sobbing.  "He . . . He . . . He says I'm too young," she cried; 
wetting my shirt while I involuntarily clasped the warm sweet 


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body of the nubile young girl in my arms like I had SO wanted to 
all those earlier times, when I had been afraid of what her 
mother might think (OH, if I had only known!).  "But I'm NOT too 
young," she insisted; squirming in my grasp, "Mother said so!  
I've had TWO periods already.  Doesn't THAT make me a woman, 
Uncle Joe?"
     "Um, well, uh . . ."  What COULD I say, with the sexiest 
little girl in six counties squirming in my arms, while my hands 
had unconsciously slid up underneath the short little dress, and 
were massaging the bare skin on her back, and dangerously close 
to her developing titties in front.
     "YOU wouldn't think I was to young to fuck if I asked you 
to, would you Uncle Joe?" she sobbed almost heartbreakingly in my 
arms.  What could I say?  I was lost.
     Somehow my niece had squirmed around so that I ended up with 
both hands on the front of her bra . . . barely protected by a 
flimsy little bra that did little to keep me from kneading the 
warm plump mounds underneath.  "No," I said; sliding both hands 
down, and then deliberately UP underneath the silky material, so 
each horny palm cupped a bare little tittie that stiffened and 
swelled against my palms, while the nipples got firm against my 
tweaking fingers.  "No I wouldn't," I said; being honest.  If my 
sexy 12-year-old niece wanted me to fuck her, and the child's 
mother (obviously) didn't mind, then a pedophile like me is NOT 
that hard to seduce . . . as my sexy little sister had found out 
almost sixteen years earlier than my sexy little niece.
     "Ooooh!" squealed Maureen, and seemed about to say more; but 
stopped and kissed me.
     Kissed?  My sexy little niece almost raped me with her 
mouth!  Two minutes later we were in a clinch on the bed, with 
her panties half off, both of HER hands down in MY pants, while 
we tongue-kissed like I wished Cissy had known how to, so many 
years before.  It was only the pointed <Click!> of the door being 
firmly closed to give us privacy (obviously by her mother) that 
disturbed us enough to allow us to catch our breaths.  Then 
Maureen was slipping her short little dress over her head, while 
I started pulling down my pants.
     I paused with them halfway down, just to be certain that my 
12-year-old niece wasn't disturbed by her 25-year-old uncle 
getting naked in her bedroom.  Well, Maureen seemed anything BUT 
nervous at the prospect.  Looking over at me pulling down my 
pants, while she struggled to get the tight little dress over her 
head, the child just grinned at the prospect of finally seeing 
her favorite uncle without any clothes on.  In spite of having 
two shirts, pants and underpants, along with socks and shoes to 
remove, while Maureen only had the short little dress, panties 
and bra to remove, I almost beat her anyway, in my haste.
     "Oh wow, Uncle Joe!  You really DO want to fuck me, don't 
you?" observed the little girl.  (Well, it WAS quite obvious.)
     "Uhuh," I replied; barely able to get out the monosyllable 
without losing the concentration of trying to keep from blowing 
thick white cum all over my niece's sexy young belly, before I 
even got inside her.  We were BOTH far too horny for 
foreplay . . . besides, the sexy-feely up under her short little 
dress HAD been minor foreplay of a kind . . . very minimal 


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foreplay, but far more than either of us needed at the moment.  
Maureen's disgruntlement it seems was more from sexual 
frustration, than anger at her ex-boyfriend.  The little girl 
NEEDED sex . . . almost as badly as I did.
     "Oooh, get it IN me, she moaned, as I tried to get close 
enough to her squirming little hole to do just that.  Maureen was 
so sexually excited she just couldn't keep her hips from 
squirming in involuntary copulating motions.
     There was a sigh of relief from both of us, as the head of 
my prick first touched the child's slippery little slit, and then 
started inside.
     "Uncle Joe?" said Maureen; trying to still her hips enough 
to let me slide a little farther inside, without her bumps and 
grinds pulling out.
     "Uhuh?" I agreed; looking down at the most erotic sight I 
had ever seen (possibly even more erotic than me and Cissy) of my 
swollen prick vanishing into the 12-year-old belly of my own sexy 
young niece.
     "Promise me you won't pull out when you cum?"  It seems my 
horny slut of a big sister had been right about her daughter.  "I 
promise," I replied.  In the position I was in, I would have 
promised to cut off my left arm after we were done, if that had 
let me continue sinking my engorged prick inside the child's 
tight little slit.  And oh God WAS Maureen ever tight!  While it 
was obvious that the little girl was NOT a virgin, it was equally 
obvious that she hadn't been fucked very often or by a prick half 
as big as mine.  Maureen let out a constant stream of "Oooh"s, 
"Ow"s, whines, whimpers, and moans as I sank deeper and deeper 
inside her.  Still, for all her obvious pain at taking a full-
sized man's prick inside her barely post-virginal vagina, the 
girl showed no more inclination to stop than I did.  Obviously 
the little girl WANTED every thick inch of her uncle's prick 
buried inside her tight little slit when she (and he) came.  For 
Maureen, having the man pull out when he came, and wasting his 
seed by not spurting it inside her, was NOT an option.  Far from 
being worried about getting pregnant, the 12-year-old seemed to 
not only not mind if I proceeded to pump a baby in her belly, she 
seemed to actually EXPECT me to get her pregnant with her own 
uncle's baby.  The fact that the little girl was only three years 
older than the child I had fathered on my little sister, just 
emphasized the obscene sexiness of a man like me fucking a girl 
young enough to be my own daughter.
     I began to get the feeling I had been set up . . . by my 
little sister, by our big sister, AND by my niece.  Still, any 
time the three of them wanted to set me up like THIS, then I was 
quite willing to enjoy the results.  (This resolution was soon to 
be tested in a manner I really didn't expect.)
     The moment I felt the little girl's tight little cunny 
spreading around the base of my prick, forming a tight ring that 
just milked me for my sperm, I knew I couldn't hold back.  "Uh, 
Honey," I groaned, "I'm gonna . . ."
     Maureen didn't even slow up her squirming gyrations.  "Oh, 
oh, oh!" she groaned.  "Do it."  The strained look on the little 
girl's face, as she worked closer to HER orgasm showed she was 
NOT worried about her uncle ejaculating his sperm in her fertile 


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young womb . . . far from it, in fact.
     It was only when I jammed my prick to the root in her belly, 
and started bellowing MY release that Maureen was able to get 
hers.  One, two, then three thick white surges of baby-making 
sperm squirted satisfyingly into my niece's sexy young belly, as 
I flushed all the sperm I had been saving up for months in the 
child's womb.
     There's something SO satisfying about breeding a pre-
teenaged little girl.  Especially if the child is your own little 
sister or niece who doesn't mind if you get her pregnant.  Mind?  
Maureen was doing everything a pubescent little girl could, to 
get knocked-up by her own horny uncle (me).
     It was only when I was coming down from the incredible high 
of breeding my own sexy little 12-year-old niece, that I became 
aware of what the child was going through while my vigorous sperm 
worked its way up inside her body, and the squirming little 
tadpoles wriggled their way into the child's womb in search of 
her ripening egg.  In spite of the obscenity of getting my own 
niece pregnant, I silently wished them all the best of luck.  It 
was THEN I became aware of an incredibly tight band squeezing 
around the base of my prick, as my niece's body went into spasms 
around me.  The child went rigid in my arms, and her voice went 
into a keening wail that could have been heard two houses away, 
let alone through the thin door separating the little girl's 
bedroom from the living room where her mother was supposedly 
quietly reading a paper, unaware of the fact her little brother 
was breeding her little girl in the next room, as if it was 
normal for a man to impregnate his own niece before the child 
even reached the 6th grade.  It was THIS thought, that finally 
brought me back to my senses; and made me realize what I had 
done, now that my prick was satisfied and no longer doing all my 
thinking for me.  "Oh God Maureen, I'm sorry," I groaned, as the 
incredible guilt hit me.  "Can you ever forgive me?"
     "Huh . . . huh?" panted Maureen; as her tight little cunny 
gave two more incredibly erotic squeezes; milking the last thick 
white drops of incestuous sperm up inside her flat little tummy.  
"You mean for fucking me and cumming inside me?" she asked; 
seeming to finally be aware of what we had done herself, now that 
the incredible eroticism of the moment was over.
     I waited miserably for her condemnation of my taking 
advantage of her innocence and horniness.  It was bad enough to 
have touched her sexually at all . . . but I had not only 
"touched" my sexy little niece, I had fucked her, and cum inside 
her.  Not only that, but I had done it at the moment it seems 
(from her mother's previous conversation) that the little girl 
was most likely to get pregnant.  Shit.  I felt like the world's 
worst slime-ball.
     "Uncle Joe?" Maureen's voice was quiet and low; and I looked 
up to see tears in her eyes.  If I had felt bad before, I now 
felt 10 times worse.
     "The only way I'll forgive you," she said, "is if you do it 
again."
     "Huh?"  My mind just didn't get back together that quick.
     "And again, and again," she repeated, "until you get me 
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If you don't, I'll hate you forever."
     "You MEAN that?" I asked.  No matter WHAT the girl had said 
earlier, or had been implied by her mother, this was STILL almost 
especially unbelievable.  Even Cissy, for all that she loved to 
fuck (and loved to fuck me) even thinking it was WORTH the risk 
of getting pregnant, had never really WANTED to get PG . . . at 
least, not until she met her present husband, and was safely 
married.
     "Well, I guess not completely," she admitted; taking some of 
the high off my emotions; still she didn't seem to be mad at me 
for ejaculating inside her when she was fertile.  "I won't really 
HATE you . . . I could never do that.  But it'll be awful hard to 
forgive you for showing me heaven like this, and then leaving me 
and not completing the job."  Oh shit . . . she DID mean it.
     Still, I had to ask again.  "You really WANT me to get 
you . . . to get you pregnant?" I asked.
     "Uhuh," she replied.  "Please, Uncle Joe?  You don't have to 
come over any more often than you have to, if you don't want to.  
And I'll make it feel REAL good for you, when you do . . . OK?"  
The little girl looked like she was begging for a special toy 
that her heart was aching for, but didn't want her parents to 
know just how much she wanted, because it was too expensive.
     "OK," I sighed, just a little ruefully at the way I had been 
snookered.  "Since you ask, from now on I'll fuck you just as 
much and as often as you want . . . and whether you get pregnant 
or not.  OK?"
     "You mean it, Uncle Joe," she squealed with delight.  
"You'll fuck me whenever I want it?"
     "Uhuh," I promised.  Little did I know how much I was 
promising!
     Maureen's tight little cunny had clamped down on my still 
half-hard prick; milking yet another thick drop if cum out of me 
and into her, when she heard me agree.  Now she squirmed against 
me; forcing the semi-hard member up inside her body again.  "Then 
fuck me now!" she commanded.  Maureen had more of a daring look 
than a horny one on her pretty little face, as she waited for my 
response.  I think the little minx KNEW just how hard it was for 
a man to fuck, after blowing his nuts in a girl like I just had 
in her.
     "But what about your boyfriend?" I temporized; as I enjoyed 
the slick wet feeling of my prick sliding into her slit.  Even 
half-hard, the sensation was exquisite.
     "Fuck my boyfriend," she replied; closing her eyes and 
seeming to concentrate.  Incredibly, I felt warm little squeezes 
of her already tight little cunny on my reviving prick.
     "I thought you didn't want to see him any more?" I teased.
     "I don't . . . YOU are my boyfriend now; and I'm fucking 
YOU . . . OK?"  Maureen squeezed even harder on my stiffening 
prick.  by now, it was almost a respectable hard-on, and I was 
sliding in and out of her.
     "If you two hurry, you've got just enough time for one more, 
before dinner's ready," observed Cathy from the doorway.  There 
was absolutely no doubt about what her little girl and I were 
doing, as my swollen prick was half inside Maureen's bare little 
cunny, and thick white smears of cum made a gooey mess around the 


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join.  No, there was no doubt at all about what we were doing.
     "And Joe," she said, in a tone that brooked no arguments, 
"you're staying the night."
     Oh shit.  My big sister just COULDN'T mean what I thought 
she did, could she?  I looked over at my big sister; prick still 
half-buried in her daughter's belly, while my sperm wriggled its 
way up in the child's womb, and knew that Cathy meant just that.  
"But what about your husband?" I asked.  The thought of what Mike 
would do if he found me fucking his little girl . . . not only 
fucking her, but having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with 
his daughter, as if I was TRYING to get her pregnant (What do I 
mean, as if?  I WAS trying to get my niece preggers) . . . well, 
if the guy merely murdered me, it would be probably excusable to 
any jury in the world.
     "Mike?" snorted Cathy.  "Mike will keep his nose to himself.  
He's been as unhappy with Maureen's PREVIOUS boyfriend, as the 
rest of us were.  Anyway, you two had better get busy, if you're 
going to be in time for supper.  As Maureen knows, if you aren't 
there on time, you don't get any.  Though THIS time, I might make 
a slight exception . . . if you do a good job."
     I gave up.  "Well," I said to the grinning little girl lying 
on the bed, "fuck your boyfriend."
     "I am," she agreed happily; sliding her slick little tunnel 
on and off my swelling prick to prove her point.  Oh God, was she 
ever!
     THIS fuck took a little longer than the first one; as the 
earlier screw had removed the incredible urgency of doing without 
for too long from both of us.  Still, just knowing that the other 
person had agreed to continue the relationship for as long as it 
took, was so erotic that I was ejaculating my seed in the little 
girl before five minutes were up, while it seems that Maureen 
started clamping on my prick in orgasm not 10 seconds after her 
mother closed the door, and kept right on going through MY 
climax, until I finally grew too limp to remain inside her.
     Barely pausing to grab a maxi-pad to keep from leaking all 
over the floor, Maureen and I just barely made it to supper when 
everybody else was sitting down.
     Maureen's little sister Selena smiled brightly at the two of 
us; seeming to almost bubble over at the sight of her big sister 
and uncle coming out of their bedroom still disheveled and 
panting from what was obviously sexual exertion.  "Did you DO 
it?" she asked; then the little girl couldn't seem to stop 
babbling on and on with question after question, before her 
mother could put a stop to her.  "Was he good?  How did it feel?  
Is it my turn now?  Did he cum in you?  Is it all gooey and 
slippery like they say it is?  Did it hurt?  Are you going to do 
it again?  Is that his sperm running down your leg?  Are you two 
going to have a baby yet?  Is he as good as Aunt Cissy says he 
is?  Can I do it next?  Please Mom?  I bet I can make it feel 
even better for him than Maureen did.  Can we do it right now, or 
do I have to wait until after lunch?  You DID say I was next, 
didn't you?"  Five-year-old Jennifer just listened to her big 
sister's babbling with a grin that was almost as big as the one 
MY big sister had on HER face.
     Oh shit.


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     About two years later I heard an old rumor floating around 
about Tony (that's Maureen's old boyfriend who had refused to get 
her pregnant when she was 12, because she was too young)  It 
seems the boy was arrested for knocking up his 9-year-old niece 
that he was baby-sitting, not two months after he broke up with 
Maureen.  I guess the little jerk thought that 9-year-olds 
couldn't get pregnant, and he was horny as an old goat after 
fucking Maureen for a few weeks, then getting cut off, when he 
wouldn't get her pregnant.  I laughed so hard I almost choked.  
What was especially funny was that Selena was almost the same age 
as the kid he knocked-up, and he could have planted two or even 
three babies in HER belly without ever getting in trouble . . . 
if only he hadn't messed things up with Maureen.
                              . . .
     That was 10 years ago.  I never again slept in my bachelor 
apartment; and Maureen and I were married not quite 4 years 
later . . . the moment she could, with her parent's permission.
     Selena, on the other hand, is planning on getting married 
next June . . . now that she's finally found a boyfriend who 
doesn't seem to mind the fact that the girl he's going to marry 
already has two cute young daughters.  From what she's told 
Maureen (and my wife has relayed to me) If Mark (that's her new 
boyfriend) isn't a pedophile yet, he almost certainly will be by 
the time they get married . . . or they won't.  Selena it seems, 
has PLANS for her prospective husband and our daughters' tight 
little bellies . . . just like my big sister had plans for me and 
HER cute little girls.  I think if it was possible, the horny 
little slut would have both of our daughters knocked-up by her 
prospective husband even before SHE is.  With Linda only 7, and 
Tabitha only 5, there's not much chance of that though <sigh>.
     Selena it seems, wants both of her little girls to feel a 
full-grown man pumping their wombs full of cum the first time 
they fuck; unlike my little sister who had to wait until I 
reached puberty to feel her big brother filling her sexy little 
tummy with his sperm.  Besides, as I said earlier, the cute 
little slut doesn't want either of our kids to miss out on a 
chance to get pregnant . . . even if the oldest one is just 
starting the first grade.  If necessary, I suspect Selena would 
even get either me or her horny brother to do the job (uncles it 
seems, have a fairly good reputation for fucking little girls and 
getting them pregnant with his babies . . . at least in her 
family anyway).
     Jennifer?  She still drops over to see me and her big sister 
fairly often (mostly to see me, and feel her uncle's prick 
filling her cute little cunny with thick white cum).  Unlike her 
two older sisters, the 15-year-old is staying on the pill until 
she finds the right guy.  That doesn't keep the horny teenager 
from enjoying lots of sex with her own father, brother, uncle 
(me), or current boyfriend, as often as she likes, while she 
waits for the right one to come along.  No, I wasn't the lucky 
guy to take her virginity like I did her big sister Selena.  I 
think it was her brother, but can't be sure, as Jenny doesn't 
believe in "kiss and tell" (or in this case, "fuck and tell" 
either).  Sometimes I wonder though, if the girl isn't getting 
more sex than both of her big sisters combined . . . even if I 


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only get in her cute little panties about once or twice a week 
(unless she's feeling especially horny . . . in which case, all 
bets are off).
     And as for me and my incredibly sexy wife, with three 
healthy children (Mike-II, John, Christy [Christina]) and Linda 
on the way, we began our marriage with a good start at the 10 or 
12 kids we plan on having together.  Right now, we're up to six, 
and are working together on number seven.  (That's two more girls 
and a boy . . . Linda, Judy, and Brian.)
     Remembering me and my little sister Cissy, Maureen is not 
sure whether we should separate the girls from the boys (and be 
safe like most families) or take the chance of things working out 
as well as it did for me and Cissy, and let them all sleep 
together in the same bedroom.  Since we don't want the kids 
having any hangups about sex, nudity is the norm around our 
house, and our bedroom door is always open to the children, 
whether Maureen and I are making love, or not.  THAT will remain 
the same, whether we move the boys to their own room, or leave 
them to sleep together  right up through puberty and beyond.  
Well, it'll probably be quite a while yet before we really have 
to make that decision; as even Mike is only 9, and his oldest 
sister is only 6.  Time enough to decide on that later, when the 
girls start having periods.  In the meantime, all five of the 
older kids are still sleeping in the same kingsize bed, until we 
make up our minds.  Who knows, maybe we'll just continue that 
way.  I mean, would it REALLY be so bad, if one or two of the 
girls accidentally has her own big brother's baby when she gets a 
little older?
     Cissy never seemed to mind what she and I did together, or 
the results of that either . . . as evidence, look what she did 
for ME, as thanks.


























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