                            Ouroboros
                         An Erotic Story

     There's nothing more embarrassing than being caught doing
something even slightly naughty when you think you're alone and
in private.  Or is there ...?
     
     Michael looked up past the perfect young body and
developing bosom of his little sister Sandy, to the interested
and encouraging gaze of their big sister Marie.  "Do it,"
encouraged the older girl.  "Cum in her.  Knock the little shit
up."
     Despite her slur, it was obvious the teenager wasn't
annoyed at either of her siblings; just lost in an erotic
fantasy almost as nasty and yet loving and sexy as the carnal
dance going on underneath her on the bed.
     The older girl's reminder of their little sister's possible
fertility reminded Mike that he SHOULD pull out and not risk the
chance of actually ejaculating his potent seed in the little
girl's developing young womb.  But both his own body and that of
the young preteen conspired against him.  Just knowing that the
head of his prick was bumping up against the entrance to the
child's womb, where his sperm would (could?) produce a child of
and for the two of them in as little as nine months, was too
much.  Besides, Sandy sat down HARD on him the moment she felt
the older boy's penis start to buck and jerk inside her.
Michael had no choice but to ejaculate his sperm as far up
inside the little girl as the two of them could work to get it.
     As the first thick surge rippled through the base of his
prick, up past the tight ring of the entrance to the child's
squeezing young vagina, through the tube on the bottom of his
prick, on into the head and from there in a thick heavy *spurt*
into the child's developing fertility, Michael murmured his
thanks to the two women at the same time he tried his best to
plant his first child in the younger girl's belly.
     "Oh Sandy," he moaned.  "Oh Marie!"  Another thick
incestuous  spurt rippled through his prick and into the
welcoming body of his little sister; while the child jammed
herself down as hard as she could; working to accept each thick
white surge of her brother's potent seed into her developing
young womb where it belonged.
     "Oh Michael.  Oh Mike.  Mike!"  The voice rose almost to a
scream,
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     "Mike!  What do you think you are DOING?!"
     Michael Deerwood jerked back to reality.  What did his big
sister THINK he was doing?  He looked into her face, and this
time didn't see the same look of lust, interest, and eagerness
that he had a minute ago; but more one of disgust, shock, worry,
and yes SOME interest and even possible horniness.  He looked
down lower, and instead of his little sister grunting in his
hands, there was only his swollen peter belching a last thick
white blob of gooey cum, and then oozing a little more as the
urge to ejaculate left him weak and sated in its aftermath; the
last of his cum dribbling out to the fascinated and almost
appalled scrutiny of his two startled sisters.
     "I think he's jacking off ... or maybe having a wet dream,"
a younger voice almost at his elbow commented.  "God, he made a
mess."
     "Oh shit."  Mike wanted to crawl into a hole and pull the
hole in after himself.  It was bad enough to get caught jacking
off ... but he wasn't even doing that, he was having a wet dream
... and about his own sisters yet!  Worse than that, he was
certain both girls had heard him moaning their names while
cumming.  And if that wasn't bad enough, he was doing it stark-
naked, and during the ONE week he had to spend three days in
their bedroom while his parents were painting his.  God.  He'd
never live it down.  To make it worse, both girls were (or had
been) almost naked themselves; wearing short little nighties
that did little if anything to hide their developing charms from
the horny inspection of a fourteen-year-old boy who for the last
year hadn't been able to get sex off his mind for more than a
few minutes at a time.  Probably it was their similar dress the
night before, and their nonchalance at appearing in dishabille
in front of their own brother, that had brought on the horny
dream Mike was embarrassed to even contemplate, let alone bring
up to full memory.
    To his surprise, neither girl stuck around long enough to
give him the full force of their disgust, anger, and amusement
at his having a wet dream about them; though he could still hear
comments drifting down the hall, that let him know the girls
were still talking about him while washing up.
    "... see it?"
    "Oh Gawd, I thought I was ... spurt so much!"
    It was all Michael could do to make it down the hall past
two giggling, almost-naked girls heading the other way, to take
his own shower.  Instead of hugging the hall on one side, as far
away from him as possible (as expected, and as usual), the two
girls passed one on either side, so he couldn't help but brush
skin with both of his sisters as they passed in a sweet-smelling
and fresh-from-the-shower softness that almost had the
perennially horny boy cumming down his leg in the hall.  In
fact, it was only AFTER the two giggling girls had passed him
that Mike noticed that in his embarrassment at being caught
earlier ... He had completely forgotten to wrap even a towel
around his own nudity; and had passed the his two sisters like a
Greek god, with his penis pointed almost in their faces.
    Mike turned red as a beet; and hurried down to the bathroom
before he did something worse in trying to apologize.  That
didn't keep him from hearing whispers before the two girls
vanished into the now-shared bedroom.
    "Did you SEE it?"
    "Oh Gawd, I ...."
    Mike showered, taking as long as he could without running
the hot water dry, to be sure of NOT catching his two sisters
still dressing.  Luckily, neither sibling seemed to want to
harass their brother ... yet, anyway.  However, he wasn't out of
the woods yet ... Not by a long shot.
    "... spurting and spurting.  I thought it would NEVER
stop," came the voice of his older sister.
    "And he was saying our names too!" blurted the higher and
younger voice of Sandy.  "I think he was ... was ...."
    "Say it, Dear," ordered their mother.
    "... fucking us in his dream.  Or at least ONE of us,
anyway," finished the preteen; almost astonished at her daring
of actually saying the word, "fuck," in front of her mother ...
not to mention their father.  Still, she HAD been told to.
    Michael Deerwood blushed as red as a beet; but just slid
into his place at the table without saying a word.  He was dead,
and he knew it; but damned if he was going to admit guilt for
something he had no control over, like a wet-dream!
    "Sounds pretty normal to me," commented their father,
before taking another big bite of toast.  "Kids his age do that
all the time."
    "But with his own SISTERS? .... Ick."
    Their mother grinned as she slid another plate of eggs onto
the table.  "Like your father said, it sounds pretty normal to
me ... why when I was your age, almost all the girls I knew
would help their brothers out ... when they were between
girlfriends that is.  I mean, that's the way things were.  And
the boys were the same way, weren't they, Dear?"
    Their father just grunted.
    "I said, weren't they Dear?"
    The older man paused to swallow, then grunted again before
answering.  "Well, I don't know about OTHER families, but I was
fucking my sister from the time I was 10 or 12 until she left
for college ... I didn't HAVE any girlfriends to speak of,
except for Marcia; and that was only a couple of weeks."
    "Which sister?"
    "Don't be silly.  Candy was MUCH too young back then.  In
fact, I don't think I fucked her more than ten or twelve times
even after Tanya left.  It was about then that I met you, you
know."
    Michael Sr. paused for a moment then asked, "If this is
`bare your souls in front of your kids week', then how about
YOU?  I know darned well you weren't a virgin when we met."
    Marcia smiled at her husband.  "And you already knew I was
fucking my brothers, didn't you?" she responded.
    "Well ... Uh .... Yeah."
    "I thought so.  I can't exactly remember when I first
started having sex.  When I grew up, it was just one of the
things my brothers and I did ... like brushing our teeth or
fighting with each other.  I probably started out like my little
sister, just sucking the older boys off; but by the time I knew
what we were doing for sure, it was all the way to full vaginal
intercourse ... and even some anal sex as well."
    Marcia thought for a moment, then giggled.  "Actually, one
of the clearest memories of sex I remember was on my 10th
birthday, when Mom sent Dad up to teach me about sex `before it
was too late.'"  Only it was WAY past that by then.  Seeing that
I was now ten years old, Mom had Dad gather all us kids around,
while he slid his thick prick up inside me and ejaculated his
sperm in me, `So I would know what it was like to have a man try
to make a baby in my tummy.`  Then he had each of the boys,
`Practice' making a baby with me,' so they too would know what
it was like.  <Snort!>  What a laugh.  After that, Mom had each
of the boys promise to, `Help me practice,' at least once a
day." Oh God, I STILL get the giggling fits when I think about
it.  `Help me practice making a baby.'  Yeah, right.  And Dad
`helped out' whenever he could, too.  Uhuh.  He was just a horny
old guy who got off on fucking his own kid."
    Here the children's mother stopped to look around at all
the grinning faces before continuing.  "Not only that," she
proceeded, "but Mom was WAY too late with her lessons.  By that
tenth birthday, the boys and I were fucking two, three, and
sometimes even five or six times a day ... apiece!  I was
getting more sex than a two dollar whore on a Marine Base; and
this continued until I got married to your father here."
    "Wow," commented Mike; more awed by the story than worried
now about what his parents thought of him having wet-dreams
about fucking his own sisters.  Why they might not even mind if
he actually ... Mike couldn't QUITE stretch his mind that far
... Yet.
    "But it wasn't just US," continued Marcia, "It was
everybody ... at least as far as we knew.  Darned near every
girl I knew had sex with any brothers she had at least once; and
usually many times.  Like I said, it was what you did to help
your brother out when he needed it."
    "It was the same way with the guys," interjected Mike Sr.
"Most of the guys I know got their first piece when Big Sis got
lonely after breaking up with some clod ... and climbed into bed
with her little brother.  Besides, some of the girls saw it as
their DUTY to teach the younger kids."
    "Uhuh," agreed Marcia.  "It was that way at home too.  The
older boys taught us younger kids, and we passed it on.  There's
nothing like being taught PROPERLY about sex by somebody you
already like and trust ... like your own big brother."
    "That's why I'm surprised at you two girls," commented
their mother.  "As horny as Mike is, I would REALLY have
expected at least one of you kids to have taken pity on the poor
slob.  I mean ... As far as I know, none of MY brothers ever
even NEEDED to jack-off, let alone have a wet-dream."
    "You mean you WANT us ... me ... me and Marie ... to ...
with Michael?"
    A general shrug, and raised eyebrows from the two parents
let all three children know their parents at least didn't have
any objections.  Nobody was going to be FORCED into having sex;
but if the kids WANTED to, then why not?
    "But what if he ... I mean, what if I ...?"  Sandy couldn't
say it.
    "Gets pregnant?  Oh don't be silly.  Like I said, probably
over half the girls in school when I was your age were fucking
their brothers at least a couple times a week; and none of them
got pregnant.  Well ... almost none, anyway.  And even those, we
can't be sure of."
    "There was Mandy Summers," remarked her husband.  "Seems to
me I remember she almost always had a big belly."
    "I said brothers," snapped back Marcia, with a grin to take
the sting off.  "Mandy lived alone with her father, in a house
barely big enough for one bedroom, let alone two," she explained
to the kids.  "How she and her father raised five kids in that
little ... But that's neither here nor there."
    "Still, It isn't like NONE of the kids in school got
pregnant," 0bserved Mike.  "As I remember it, even in the third
grade, there were two or three kids with big bellies, and by the
time we were in thr fourth or fifth grade ...."
    "Yeah, I know ... It seemed like about one third the girls
in school were pregnant at any one time.  It was the same way in
my class," agreed Marcia.  "But you know as well as I do, that
most of those babies were by boyfriends, uncles, fathers (like
Mandy) or even some grandparents.  Very few girls, in MY class
at least, were lucky enough to get pregnant by their own
brothers, even if that was who they were fucking the most ... or
at least when between boyfriends, anyway.  I doubt either of you
girls would be that lucky, either, even if each of you fuck
Michael about three times a day from now on."
    "You almost sound like you WANT Mike to get us pregnant,"
accused Marie.
    "Oh don't be silly," their mother snapped.  "Like I said,
even girls who are having constant sex with their brothers ...
like I was ... rarely get pregnant.  In fact, I think the more
you have sex with your brother, the LESS like it becomes ...
after a certain point, that is.  No, I don't WANT your brother
to get you pregnant; that's probably a little too much to hope
for.  Neither of you girls will likely get that lucky.  I just
want him to TRY, OK?  In any case, as long as you girls are ONLY
fucking your brother, I'm not going to insist that either of you
go on the pill, like I would if you were fucking somebody
outside the family.  It's OK if you kids want to take chances
with your brother, but nobody else ... Understand?"
    Six very WIDE opened eyes blinked, and the heads carrying
them nodded back at the older woman.  "So don't let me hear any
more tales about your brother having wet-dreams," she instructed
them, while shooing all three kids out of the kitchen.
    Marie, Mike, and Sandy were all relieved ... whether
because they were now permitted (almost required?) to have sex,
or whether because they had just gotten out of doing the dishes,
was not clear.
    Mike looked from one girl to the other.  "Uh ... Do you
really want to ...?"
    When he got no response, Michael tried again.  "Uh ... You
don't HAVE to, if you don't want to," his voice died down to a
mumble.  Well ... Like the wet-dream earlier, this had just been
a dream too.  Obviously no girl THESE days in her right mind was
going to go to bed with her own brother; no matter WHAT their
parents had been doing at the same age.
    "Oh don't be silly!" snapped the older girl.  "C'mon!"
    "Huh?"  Michael let himself be tugged into the bedroom he
was now sharing with the two girls (for <Sigh,> two more days,
he reminded himself).
    "It's been three DAYS since I've been laid," explained his
big sister.  "I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to wait any longer, if
I don't have to ... And Mom says we don't!"
    "Oh."  Michael refrained from reminding the older girl that
it had been over 13 YEARS for him ... all his life ... without
sex.  If he was careful, that long drought was about to end.

    Instead of immediately, it took almost three minutes for
Michael to get undressed; as a stubborn knot in his shoe, and
clothing that suddenly got recalcitrant had the two girls
giggling at their brother's discomfort.  But it was friendly
giggling; and his older sister seemed as eager to see him naked
as he was to see her in the same condition.  The boy barely
noticed his younger sister following their example and getting
naked too.  After all, it was Marie who was about to help him
get rid of his hated virginity.
    "Uh ... Don't you want me to ...?"  Mike wasn't quite sure
what it was; but he had read enough to know you didn't just
climb on top of a girl and shove your prick up her hole ... or
did you?
    Marie giggled.  Time enough for THAT later.  She could see
if the boy didn't get that fat prick inside a tight hole fairly
soon ... he wouldn't be getting inside anything that afternoon.
      After all the stimulation and talk about sex and having
sex with his own sisters, the boy was about to blow sticky white
baby-juice all over the sheets instead of inside his big
sister's horny snatch where it belonged.  "Time enough for that
LATER," she instructed him.  "Right now I want that big thing in
HERE."  `It's been too long for me too,' she reminded herself
silently.
    It took three tries, the second of which almost broke
Mike's prick as he rammed into a bone where he expected soft
hole, before Marie took pity on the younger child and levered
the boy's prick DOWN and into her hot slick wet heat.
    "Oh ... OH ... OHHH!"  Michael began jamming himself into
the slick hot tightness that engulfed his swollen peter, while
jamming himself furiously into his big sister's body.  Before he
had barely gotten started, it was over as he felt his prick
swell and pulse thick heavy gouts of seed into his sister's
fertility.
    "Oh God, I should pull out," he thought, as his
uncontrolled prick belched and spurted again and again; emptying
his prostate into Marie's loins.  He couldn't help himself; his
body was already working too hard to plant his baby in his big
sister's womb where it belonged.  Gout after gout, spurt after
spurt.  Michael drained his seed into his sister's belly.  God,
it felt good to let that rusty load go.  It was only when his
prick was starting to wilt that Michael realized what he had
done.
    "God, I'm sorry, Marie," he apologized.
    "It's OK," she comforted him.  Marie knew that for a
virgin, Mike really hadn't done that bad at all.  Many never
even made it inside the girl before spewing sticky white goo all
over them, the bed, and any surface handy.  "You'll do better
next time.  I don't mind."  And surprisingly, she didn't.  It
was kind of a thrill to take your own little brother's virginity
... even if he DID squirt the second he got his prick inside
you.
    "No ... I mean ... Uh ... I CAME inside you," he amplified.
After all the lessons, both in school and on TV about "safe sex"
and he didn't even HAVE a condom, let alone having bothered to
think about using one.  God, here he had probably knobbed his
own sister ... Just because he didn't THINK.  If Mike had felt
miserable earlier in the day, he felt downright rotten now.
    "It's OK," she soothed him; suddenly realizing what was
bothering the kid.  "Really ... It's OK!"
    "You mean that?" he asked.
    "Uhuh," she comforted.  "I was on the pill until last week
when I broke up with Joey.  So it SHOULD be OK.  I've only
missed a few days since then.  Besides, my period is a week or
so away, so there shouldn't be any trouble.  Besides, Mom said
it was OK anyway, remember?"
    "Well ... If you're sure."
    "I'm sure ... So snuggle up and stop worrying."
    Before ten minutes had gone by, Mike WAS snuggled up and
napping as he fell asleep from the soporific of having sex.
    "Men," giggled Marie.  All three boyfriends she had had,
had been the same way; falling asleep almost immediately after
sex, no matter what the time of day.  Well, give the kid a nap,
and perhaps he would be ready to go again.
    "Hey!  He fell asleep!"  Marie was reminded that she was
not the ONLY female type in the house with designs on their
brother.
    "Give him a chance to rest, and he'll be ready to go again
... probably in half an hour or so," she informed the younger
girl.
    "Well ... OK ... But it's MY turn now," insisted Sandy.
    Marie was about to object that she hadn't really finished
HER turn with the boy, when she remembered that her little
sister was as virginal as their brother had been ten minutes
earlier.  "Well ... OK, I guess," she sighed in resignation.  It
probably WOULD be better for her little sister to get his next
one, rather than if the two had BOTH been virgins.  Marie
slipped into a doze herself; a niggling worry about stories
she'd heard about girls who had sex after missing pills ... and
right in the middle of her period too.  Oh well, time enough to
worry about that, when her panties started getting tight, if
they ever did.  For sure Mom wasn't going to mind; not after
that remark about "not insisting she go on the pill" if she only
had sex with her brother ... Or wait a minute ... Not JUST her
brother, either ... Hadn't Mom said ....   Marie was asleep.
    "Ow."  The yelp woke up the older girl as she found her
younger brother and sister, "Trying to put their naughty parts
together," as the sex-book she once read had put it.  Only it
wasn't working too good.
    "Lie on your back," Marie instructed.
    Mike looked up at his big sister, wondering what she was
talking about.  Hadn't this been the way THEY had just done it
earlier?
    "Lie on your back," prompted Marie again.  "Sandy, you get
on top.  It's easier that way when it's your first time."
    OH.  Michael suddenly remembered something about girls
having ... having ... having something inside them ... a Hi-Man,
that had to be broken.  He was going to get his little sister's
virginity!
    "You want to be careful when you sit down on him,"
instructed her big sister.  "That way you can ease him into your
hymen at your own rate, OK?"
    "OK," agreed the child.  "But I'm not going to stop, no
matter what you say."
    Marie grinned at her little sister's determination.  She
vaguely remembered being the same way when she had lost her own
virginity ... though not with such an understanding and careful
partner.
    "Ow!"
    "Oh God, Sandy.  Oh God, it feels too good.  I can't help
it, I'm gonna ...."
    <Whap!>  "You're going to do NOTHING, Mister, Until your
little sister gets that big thing ALL the way inside her, you
hear?!"  The slap of one hand hitting the other had SOUNDED
almost like a slap on the cheek; even though it was only Marie's
two palms meeting.  The shock of the noise and his big sister's
words temporarily knocked the excitement out of Michael's prick.
    "Uh, I'll TRY," he groaned; fighting back the urge to
splatter his seed all over the inside of his little sister's
belly, while another thick inch of prick vanished inside the
child.  Somehow he did.
    Sandy rose up about an inch; then forced herself down until
two more inches made their way inside her body.  Three, four,
then five times she repeated this, until she was whimpering, "I
can't do it.  It just won't go IN!" as she squirmed to go even
lower.
    "That's because you're already all the way down, idiot,"
Marie giggled.
    "I am?" whimpered Sandy like a fucked kitten; looking down
in amazement at where her big brother's prick had vanished into
her squirming young body.  "I am?"
    "You are."  Both Michael and his big sister looked with
astonishment where the two bodies joined.  The bare cunny-lips
of the little girl had spread out to swallow the base of the
older boy's penis, so that not even a half-inch remained outside
to show how much swollen member was embedded in the child's
body.
    "Oh, goody," she clapped her hands like a pleased toddler,
and instructed her big brother, "Now fuck me and cum in me, like
you did in Marie.  I want to FEEL it going into me."
    "Oh God," groaned Michael; suddenly reminded of his duties.
It was bad enough cumming in his big sister who was (or had been
anyway) on the pill.  His little sister however ... Mike was
unsure of her fertility; except he KNEW the kid had at least one
period a month or two before.  If he let that load of baby-juice
go ....
    Knowing what was going through her brother's mind, Marie
stopped his groan as the boy tried to pull out of their little
sister.  "It's OK, Mike," she reassured him.  "Remember what Mom
said?  You can cum in her as much as you want to, OK?"
    Mike groaned again.  By now his conscience had given up.
This big load of baby-batter was going right up inside his
little sister where it belonged ... consequences be damned.
    His older sister's next words just sealed the girl's fate.
"Mom said you can even knock her up, if you want to," she
reminded him.
    
    Michael looked up past the perfect young body and
developing young tits of his little sister Marie, to the
interested and encouraging gaze of their big sister Sandy.  "Do
it," encouraged the older girl.  "Cum in her.  Knock the little
shit up."
    Despite her slur, it was obvious the teenager wasn't
annoyed at either of her siblings; just lost in an erotic
fantasy almost as nasty and yet loving and sexy as the carnal
dance going on underneath her on the bed.
    The older girl's reminder of their little sister's possible
fertility reminded Mike that he SHOULD pull out and not risk the
chance of actually ejaculating his potent seed in the little
girl's developing young womb.  But both his own body and that of
the young preteen conspired against him.  Just knowing that the
head of his prick was bumping up against the entrance to the
child's womb, where his sperm would (could?) produce a child of
and for the two of them in as little as nine months, was too
much.  Besides, Marie sat down HARD on him the moment she felt
the older boy's penis start to buck and jerk inside her.
Michael had no choice but to ejaculate his sperm as far up
inside the little girl as the two of them could work to get it.
    As the first thick surge rippled through the base of his
prick, up past the tight ring of the entrance to the child's
squeezing young vagina, through the tube on the bottom of his
prick, on into the head and from there in a thick heavy *spurt*
into the child's developing fertility, Michael murmured his
thanks to the two women at the same time he tried his best to
plant his first child in the younger girl's belly.
    "Oh Sandy," he moaned.  "Oh Marie!"  Another thick
incestuous  spurt rippled through his prick and into the
welcoming body of his little sister; while the child jammed
herself down as hard as she could; working to accept each thick
white surge of her brother's potent seed into her developing
young womb where it belonged.
    "Oh Michael.  Oh Mike.  Mike!"  The voice rose almost to a
scream,
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    "Mike!  What do you think you are DOING?!"
    Michael Deerwood jerked back to reality.  What did his big
sister THINK he was doing?  He looked into her face, and this
time didn't see the same look of lust, interest, and eagerness
that he had a minute ago; but more one of disgust, shock, worry,
and yes SOME interest and even possible horniness.  He looked
down lower, and instead of his little sister grunting in his
hands, there was only his swollen peter belching a last thick
white blob of gooey cum, and then oozing a little more as the
urge to ejaculate left him weak and sated in its aftermath; the
last of his cum dribbling out to the fascinated and almost
appalled scrutiny of his two startled sisters.
