                        Who can you trust?
                         An Erotic Story

     I know it's not right to let my husband have sex with our 
little girls ... but who else can I trust to do the job right?  I 
mean, our daughters need to know about sex and babies; and they 
don't have any brothers.  So who ELSE can I trust to fuck the 
girls right, cumming inside their tummies without using condoms, 
pulling out, or using other birth-control methods?
     This afternoon I watched closely when Marie (our eldest) 
came home, when John spread her out on the couch, lifted up her 
short little dress, and slipped his penis in the girl's still-
tight little slit; sliding in and out until our daughter's 
squeezing little cunny got the better of him, and he jerked and 
pushed up hard inside her; spraying the child's womb with his 
incestuous seed.  I wanted to be sure my husband did it properly, 
emptying his prostate into our daughter's loins, the way a man is 
supposed to make love to a woman.  And, even at barely thirteen 
years old, Marie is definitely a woman.  Heck, even at ten years 
old, her little sister Jenny is a real woman in the way that 
counts.  As for their little sister ....
     Afterward, while my husband and daughter were still panting 
and moaning from being mated together, I walked over and reached 
between them to grab his wilting penis and strip the last few 
drops of his sperm into her vagina where it belonged.  That way 
darned little went to waste; and only a tiny drop of white 
dribbled from the end of John's prick when they finally 
uncoupled.  It made me feel good to know that almost every one of 
my husband's lusty little wrigglers was squirming up inside our 
barely teenage girl's cute little tummy; looking for an egg to 
fertilize.
     As the two incestuous lovers thanked each other, I thanked 
MY lucky stars that I at least have a husband like John ... a man 
I can trust to fuck our little girls properly ... the way a girl 
SHOULD be fucked by her father ... with thick white gouts of his 
incestuous sperm filling her tummy and soaking into her womb.
     Two hours later I watched Marie's little sister straddle her 
father who was sitting in the chair watching TV; grabbing the 
man's engorged prick and then inching her way down on the swollen 
member, until almost every inch was embedded in the 10-year-old's 
belly, as if the little girl was impaled on a spike.  Then Jenny 
just sat there for almost half an hour, until her tight little 
baby-hole got too much for her father; and I watched thick bulges 
ripple through the tube on the bottom of his penis; as my husband 
ejaculated his seed almost directly into the child's womb.
     Like I said, the girls don't have brothers to help them like 
my sister and I did; so who ELSE can I trust to do the job right?  
When I was about 6 years old, my mother had Michael (my eldest 
brother) move into my room, so he could teach me about sex and 
babies, by sliding his swollen prick up in my tight little cunny, 
and filling my tummy with gout after gout of incestuous cum, just 
teeming with millions upon millions of my big brother's potent 
sperm; trying to get me pregnant with my own brother's baby not 
two weeks before I entered the first grade.  It wasn't two days 
later, that Mom had the other two boys start helping out as well.
     A year later I watched Mike teach our little sister about 
sex and babies, by sliding his thick prick up in the little 
girl's tight little slit; pumping the kid's cute little tummy 
full of squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous cum; and 
actually trying to get the child pregnant with her big brother's 
baby, just like he (or possibly one of his brothers) eventually 
did to both of us, a little over three years later.  So, from the 
time we were six years old, me and my sister Carrie had all three 
of our horny big brothers climbing into our beds each night and 
several times a day as well, sliding their thick baby-makers 
right up inside our tight little baby-holes, and pumping our 
baby-baskets full of their thick white baby-juice two or three 
times a day apiece; until about ten years later when Daniel (the 
youngest of the three boys) finally got me pregnant for the third 
time, just before he left for college.  What MORE can a girl ask 
for in sex-education than a set of lessons in making babies like 
that?
     But, these days I've been reading stories about boys and 
girls having sex and actually using birth-control ... some where 
kids actually used condoms while fucking their own SISTERS, for 
Chrisake!  I mean ... If you can't trust a boy to ejaculate his 
sperm in his own sister, then who CAN you trust?
     That's why I have John do the job of teaching the girls 
about sex.  At least I can trust HIM to do the job right; pumping 
their tight little tummies full of thick white cum at least two 
or three times a day.  Even Cindy gets to feel her father's prick 
pumping her tight little slit full of baby-juice at least once a 
day ... even though she won't start the first grade until 
September.  Just like me and my little sister, I made sure my 
husband started each of the girls out properly right after their 
sixth birthday, so they could learn what real sex, with a real 
man pumping baby-juice in her belly is like, as early as 
possible.  I don't want any of MY girls being neglected like I 
hear SOME people neglect their kids sexually.
     Oh, I know ... SOME girls turn out OK, even if they don't 
get fucked by their brothers until they are 10, 12, or sometimes 
even older.  But I sure don't want to take chances like that with 
any of MY children!  Especially not with the girls.
     It will probably be three or four years before Cindy's belly 
starts getting big with her father's baby inside her (unlike the 
older girls, for whom it might happen at any time ... if we're 
lucky) but that doesn't mean our little girl can't enjoy feeling 
her father at least TRY to pump a little brother or sister in her 
tummy, just like he's doing to her big sisters.  There's nothing 
like knowing your father (or brothers) love you enough to give 
you children of your own, to make you love them back even more.  
I know ... I'm still grateful to my brothers for what they did 
for me and Carrie.
     Of course, if the girls only have more sisters, then I guess 
I'll have see if I can get John to fuck the younger kids too.  
Well, after all, if I can trust my husband to get our daughters 
pregnant, then surely I can trust him to get any little girls 
they have pregnant too ... Can't I?  Well, if not my husband, 
then who else CAN I trust to fuck the girls properly, cum in them 
while they're fertile, and get them pregnant with his babies?
