                         Sibling Rivalry
                         An Erotic Story

     I don't think it was really deliberate . . . at first, 
anyway.  Only once things started, well . . . my son's been a 
"dirty old man" since the ripe old age of 10, (or maybe even 
younger) when I first caught him in bed with his little sister 
who was only 7 at the time.  And the exercises he was doing then, 
wasn't "push-ups" either.  And as for his wife Shari . . . well, 
I always DID think the little nymphomaniac was about as good a 
match for my son as it was possible to get.  So it COULD have 
been intentional . . . only if it had been, don't you think Mike 
would have somehow arranged for it to be HIM, instead of his 
rather staid and normal father?  Of course, that might have been 
the whole idea; but I doubt it.  I think it just happened the way 
it SEEMED to happen; and once it did, my horny son and equally 
horny daughter-in-law "got off" on the idea so much, they just 
decided to let it continue.  (Well, OK . . . maybe they even 
encouraged Cindy a little, once they knew what was going on.)
     No, Shari did NOT put me in bed with her daughter.  Things 
just happened.
     It all started when my son and his wife invited me to stay 
with them "for a while" after Marge died.  Jennifer had made a 
similar offer; but somehow I felt her husband wasn't as sincere 
about having his father-in-law spend an unspecified but lengthy 
time in their house, where one of his daughters would have had to 
give up her room for me.  (Jenny at 25 has three beautiful kids, 
the youngest of whom is three years older than her brother's 
oldest child . . . unless Colleen is . . .)
     So I took Mike up on his offer, as Shari seemed to be as 
eager to have me around to play with my favorite granddaughter as 
her husband was.
     It's funny, Jenny always was "Daddy's girl" while my 
relationship with my son was more father/friend than intimately 
close, but I ended up staying with him and his wife instead of 
her.  Now if it had been Jenny who had instigated things, after 
the torrid affair she had with Mike for almost five years until 
he met Shari, (not to mention the affair WE had for almost a year 
between Mike and her present husband) it somehow wouldn't have 
surprised me to find myself in bed naked with all THREE of her 
daughters, while she encouraged me to teach them about sex and 
babies.  Especially remembering the way she had seduced me back 
then.  Only maybe that's why her husband didn't seem to be as 
enamored about the idea as my daughter was.  Whatever.  In any 
case, I wasn't really thinking about sex when I moved in with my 
son and his family.  In fact, once Marge died, I pretty much 
wrote off my sex-life; as I figured I'd never find another woman 
like her, and I wasn't sure I wanted to try.  In the meantime, 
(if I needed it) I could always use my hand.
     With all this discussion about sex, I know it SOUNDS like 
this WAS deliberate, when I'm trying to show why I think it 
wasn't.  I could be wrong, but I don't think so.  It was just an 
accident . . . more of a misunderstanding, than anything.




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     Shari was pregnant with Melissa at the time, and I think in 
the bother of setting up "my" room, they never really explained 
to Cindy that "her" bed was being set up in the same room they 
were preparing for her little sister.  I think she just thought 
that was the nursery for the baby, not her room as well.  Add to 
this, the fact that Mike and Shari had just managed to get the 
little girl to start sleeping in her OWN bed, instead of with 
them (thus putting a crimp in what was normally a rather active 
sex-life) and you can see how what happened might have been 
unintentional.  I KNOW they prepared a bed for her . . . I 
checked afterwards.  That night, I was just too sleepy, after 
moving my stuff in.
     So what happened?  You mean you haven't figured it out 
already?
     About 10:00 that night, after snuggling down to sleep in the 
bed I figured I would be sleeping in for the next month or two at 
least, the door to the bedroom opened, and my granddaughter 
slipped inside, and calmly climbed in bed with me!  Now don't get 
me wrong . . . Cindy was only three years old, and I was FAR from 
being a pedophile (then).  It wasn't sexual thoughts at all, 
merely the impropriety of letting a little girl sleep in the same 
bed with a man old enough to be her grandfather, that bothered 
me.  I never even thought of molesting my own granddaughter, and 
certainly never expected her to molest me.  I mean, things like 
that only happen in sex-stories written by horny teenagers for 
kicks.  However, I WAS worried about how it might look, if 
anybody found out the little girl was sleeping with me.  Not that 
anybody would really suspect me of molesting her even then . . . 
Christ, she was only three years old!  As said, the little girl 
had been sleeping with her parents for years, and nobody had 
objected (until recently anyway), so sleeping with her 
grandfather instead, wasn't that big of a deal.  Only Cindy WAS 
getting bigger now, and little girls DO notice things.  While I 
certainly wouldn't do anything sexually to HER, that didn't mean 
my body wouldn't get aroused . . . especially since Marge wasn't 
around to help any more.  I mean, men get "wet dreams" and 
somehow I just couldn't see myself explaining what all that 
"white stuff" all over the sheets was to a 3-year-old.  Let's 
face it, I was embarrassed.
     "Uh, Honey," I started to object (way too late), as Cindy 
slid under the covers, and started to snuggle up to me, like some 
kind of friendly kitten, "don't you think you should sleep in 
your OWN bed?"
     "Hnnnh?" murmured Cindy sleepily.  "This IS my bed, Grampa.  
Night."  Oh shit.
     I resolved to ask Mike and Shari in the morning . . . I was 
too tired to start an argument now.  In the meantime, I could 
just turn over and get some sleep.
     Only the insistent pressure of the little girl's body next 
to mine, and the warm heat flowing from her just reminded me how 
completely unsatisfying it was to cuddle up to a cold unfeeling 
pillow . . . especially, when you've grown used to snuggling up 
to the warm body of your wife for over 40 years.  It just isn't 
even adequate, let alone comforting to sleep alone.



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     Who knows, Maybe Shari and Mike DID send the little girl to 
sleep with me, knowing how unsatisfactory it was to sleep alone.  
Even so, I don't think they expected me to molest their little 
girl.  I mean, I obviously loved her a lot (and I did, and do).
     However, one tiny thing STILL makes me suspect that maybe it 
WAS deliberate on Shari's part at least, what happened then and 
later.  You see, I always sleep naked, and the whole family knows 
it (or at least Mike does).  And my granddaughter, while demurely 
covered in a short cotton nightie, was NOT wearing panties . . . 
cotton or otherwise.  So, when I finally gave in, and turned over 
to snuggle up to the warm little body sharing my bed, my half-
erect prick rubbed up against bare skin!  I didn't fully realize 
what was happening until I had cuddled fully up to my little 
granddaughter, my horny calloused hand had slid up underneath the 
little girl's nightie, and my (now swollen) prick was rubbing up 
against the child's warm little but, and the head was poking 
between her legs (more straining against them, than poking 
between them).  Oh shit, really.  The shock of adrenaline I got, 
woke me up fully to what I was doing.  Here I was, lying naked in 
bed next to my little 3-year-old granddaughter, my prick poking 
at her butt and legs, while I felt-up the little girl underneath 
her nightgown!  For a second, the fright at what I accidentally 
found myself doing froze me in place, while Cindy sighed and 
snuggled closer.
     As I said, I froze in place.  Then, once I realized what I 
was doing, I tried to pull away.  Carefully, I tried to extract 
my big hand from underneath the little girl's nightgown, without 
calling her attention to the obscene liberties her grandfather 
had been taking with her by feeling her up like that.
     Only Cindy wouldn't let go.  When she felt me start to pull 
away, the little girl wrapped her arms around my hand, and held 
it against her body.  The sensuous feel of the little girl's skin 
against my hand was causing my already erect penis to get even 
harder.  I just HAD to pull away, before Cindy noticed.
     Only she already had.  "Please, Grampa?" she whimpered; 
clutching my hand to her body even tighter.
     I decided the best thing to do was explain (even though 
explaining was the last thing I wanted to do right then . . . I 
was TIRED, and wanted to go to sleep without worrying about 
scaring my granddaughter by accidentally molesting her in my 
sleep).  I wanted to just turn over.
     "I'd better stop," I explained.  "Your mother might not like 
it, if she finds out I'm feeling you up underneath your clothes 
like this."  There, I'd said it.  Though, "might not like it," 
was a gross understatement of what would be most women's reaction 
to finding their father-in-law feeling up their 3-year-old little 
girl underneath the child's nightclothes!  I just hoped that 
Cindy would have sense enough to realize this, and not get me in 
trouble.
     Only my granddaughter had other ideas about things.  "It's 
OK, Grampa," she said; snuggling back at me insistently.  "I 
don't mind."





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     I was about to explain, that her "minding" wasn't what 
mattered, when she continued; explaining to me that it was.  "You 
can 'feel me up' if you want to," she continued, "Momma told me 
about that, and how I'm not supposed to let men touch me like 
this, unless I want them to.  I asked her, and she said it's OK 
if I want to; so you can feel me up all you want."
     Somehow I just didn't believe Cindy had completely 
understood what her mother was trying to teach her.  I know (from 
raising my own kids) how hard it is to teach them about sex and 
molestation, without frightening them.  Still, if I pulled away 
after that revelation by my granddaughter, then I would probably 
hurt the child's feelings worse than if I DID molest her.  On the 
other hand, snuggled up to the child, with my hand resting on her 
smooth belly and chest, was creating another problem.
     "Uh," I tried to explain, "I'd still better turn over . . . 
My . . . my 'thing' is . . ."  How could I explain that my penis 
was about to squirt thick white cum down her leg, and make a mess 
of the bed, in spite of the fact that it was aching from being 
bent down, instead of up, where it would be more comfortable?
     "Oh . . . that's OK, Grampa . . . here."  With this, the 
little girl almost DID blow my mind completely away, as she 
lifted one leg, and then reached down and calmly fitted my prick 
between her thighs, before snuggling back at me, so that almost 
three inches of my swollen prick stuck out from HER front, as if 
my granddaughter had a fat little 3" prick of her own.  "Daddy 
used to have trouble sleeping too," she explained, snuggling back 
at me.  Five minutes later, the child's soft breathing told me 
that my granddaughter was asleep, with my big horny hand still 
clasping her around the middle, and my swollen prick still 
throbbing urgently between her legs.  I defy anybody out there to 
not be aroused at a situation like this.  Even though she was 
only three years old, the situation was incredibly erotic.  Not 
that I had any intention of "doing" anything about it, mind you.  
As I said, the little girl was only three, and I was NOT a 
pedophile (yet, anyway).  Only I'd like to see ANY man go to 
sleep with his thick prick wedged between his granddaughter's 
thighs, and her bare but bumping against his groin, while she 
clasps his hand against the smooth baby-soft skin of her bare 
belly, up under her nightshirt, without having at least SOME 
sexual reaction to it.  I was only human; so I've got to admit it 
was one of the most arousing thing that ever happened to me since 
the time I first caught Mike slipping the meat to his little 
sister, while the little girl wrapped her legs around the older 
boy and urged him on.  Or, even before that, when Marge and 
I . . . but my sexy wife isn't here any more to defend 
herself . . . let's just say she was as oversexed as our 
children, or even Shari.  That night in the hayloft, for 
instance . . . <Shiver.>  Makes me almost cum at the very 
thought . . . just like the memory of Cindy that night.
     Now you may not believe this, but that's ALL that happened 
that night.  I did NOT molest the little girl by feeling her up.  
I did NOT slip my swollen prick up inside her (not that it would 
have fit if I had tried).  I did NOT even slide my prick in and 
out between her legs.



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     I know, you don't have to believe this, any more than you 
have to believe ANY of this story, but I didn't even pull away 
and jack-off that night, even though I was sorely tempted to.  
The reason I didn't, was only partly because I was afraid of 
waking the little girl up, and having to explain what I was 
doing, while my peter spewed thick white baby-juice all over me, 
the bedsheets, and her, was too embarrassing.  Besides, frankly I 
ENJOYED being snuggled comfortably up to someone who didn't seem 
to mind my prick between her legs, like I hadn't done for almost 
a year before my wife died.  The sensual satisfaction that gave 
me more than made up for the sexual torture of neglecting the 
pressure in my prick.  Aw, who am I kidding?  It wasn't sexual 
torture; it was sensual pleasure, felling the child softly 
breathing, while her body and legs gave my penis a soft massage 
like it hadn't had since . . . since I can't remember.  I can't 
say there wasn't ANY temptation to do more; but if there was, the 
temptation was very small.  It took me almost an entire hour to 
fall asleep clutching the child to my belly, while she not only 
didn't pull away, but seemed to enjoy being that physically close 
to me.  (The only way she could have been closer, was if my prick 
HAD somehow managed to get inside her . . . but with me being a 
fairly normal-sized adult male, and my granddaughter being a 
normal 3-year-old, [albeit slightly precocious] made such a thing 
impossible [outside of forcible rape] at that time.)  I love all 
my granddaughters; but (as I said earlier) Cindy is my favorite.  
Spending the night like that, just made me love her more.  Even 
though I knew I would have to put a stop to this, and explaining 
exactly what happened tomorrow to her mother was slightly scary, 
I wasn't TOO frightened to try to avoid it.  After all, I hadn't 
DONE anything to her, and her parents knew how much we loved each 
other.  (OK, who am I kidding NOW?  I was scared to death at the 
very thought of "explaining" this to her parents . . . especially 
Mike.)
     When I woke up the next morning, it was to Shari bustling 
around the room, seeming to not even notice that she was almost 
half-naked in a baby-doll nightie that barely reached her 
succulent bottom, in her father-in-law's bedroom.  Shari was busy 
gathering up her daughter's clothing from the night before, where 
the little girl had left them alongside the bed.  (I hadn't even 
noticed the little girl getting undressed then . . . I REALLY 
must have been half-asleep.)  The clothes were kicked partly off 
the bed, leaving me with a rapidly hardening erection, at the 
sight of the beautiful woman bending over next to me, to pick up 
her daughter's panties and short little dress.
     Oh shit.  I looked over beside me, and there was Cindy . . . 
still sleeping soundly, with her nightdress pulled up almost to 
her armpits; exposing her tiny body from the chest down.  If 
anybody had taken a picture of the two of us, her like that, and 
me with the erection her mother gave me, I could have been 
convicted instantly of child molestation, even if I never touched 
her.  Shari noticed first my gaze on her; and seemed to bask in 
it; then followed my gaze to where her daughter lay in 
dishabille, and smiled at me.




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     "Well, I can see that YOU'RE not dead yet," she said with a 
grin; looking at my suddenly shrinking penis, which was 
shriveling under the fright of Shari seeing me with her daughter 
like that.  "Maybe sometime we can put that 'thing' of yours to 
good use," she teased me.  God, I was tempted to pull the woman 
down in the bed with me, and fuck her right then and there . . . 
probably giving her daughter a lesson in sex-education right 
then.  Only . . . only I didn't want to hurt Mike, and I 
CERTAINLY didn't want to scare Cindy.  So instead, I just grinned 
at my sexy daughter-in-law, and replied as cheerily as I could 
(considering where I was, and who was sleeping next to me), 
"maybe we can sometime."  Even pregnant, Shari had a body that 
most women would kill for.
     Shari grinned back at me; wriggled her cute little butt back 
at me, and headed for the door.  She didn't seem to be annoyed at 
being turned down; as long as I didn't say, "No, never."  Shari 
is a slut; and she ENJOYS being a slut.
     "Breakfast will be ready in about 20 minutes," her voice 
came floating back.  "You'd better wake Cindy, so she can get 
ready . . . and NO, not with that 'thing' between your legs.  Use 
your hand.  Cindy's a little young yet to learn about the uses 
men have for that . . . but I'm not."
     I felt a wave of relief wash over me, like cold water.  
Shari was NOT mad at me for letting her little girl share my bed.  
I found out later, that Cindy had quite often slipped into bed 
with her parents, just like she had with me, and Shari was only 
teasing me.  She knew I wouldn't molest the little girl.
     That morning, I decided I'd better clear things up anyway.  
At first, it was hard to say anything, as Shari kept piling the 
plates with bacon, eggs, toast, and juice until I felt I was 
about to burst.  It was only when we all settled down afterwards 
with a hot cup of coffee for us adults, and a second glass of 
juice for Cindy.
     "Cindy slept with me last night," I said.  Better for ME to 
bring it up, than have her do it, or have one of her parents 
accuse me of something.
     "Oh?" asked Mike; prompting me and Cindy for more.  Shari 
just giggled.  SHE knew where her daughter had spent the night.
     "Uhuh," burbled Cindy into her glass of juice.  "Grampa's 
nice . . . he doesn't squirm like you and Momma," she 
volunteered.
     "Uh, Honey," said Shari, "you were SUPPOSED to sleep in your 
own bed in the Den . . . where we've got the new bed set up next 
to the crib."
     "Can't," replied the child.
     "Why not?"  This time, my son asked the question.
     "It's COLD in there," she complained.  "Besides, I don't 
LIKE sleeping alone.  Grampa's NICE."
     I shrugged.  At least I had done MY duty.  Now it was up to 
the girl's parents to tell her to sleep in her own bed.
     "Uh, Honey . . . I don't think you understand," said Shari, 
tentatively.  "You remember last week, when I told you about what 
men like to do to little girls like you?"




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     Suddenly I was hot under the collar; as I remembered just 
how closely this conversation was paralleling the one Cindy and I 
had the night before.
     "Uhuh," replied Cindy.  "You told em how men might want to 
'feel me up' underneath my clothes, and touch me between the legs 
and things like that."
     There was a collective sigh of relief, that turned out to be 
short-lived.
     "You told me I shouldn't let anyone touch me there, when I 
didn't want it," the 3-year-old continued.
     "Then you see why you shouldn't really be sleeping with your 
grandfather?" prompted Shari.
     "Uh uh," denied the little girl.  "Why?"
     "Because if you sleep next to him, your grandfather might 
feel tempted to do those 'things' to you, like I told you about," 
replied her mother, somewhat testily.
     "So?" asked the child, with a logic all her own.  "I LIKE 
Grampa.  He can feel me up all he wants to.  I don't mind.  I 
told him so last night, too."
     Suddenly I was REALLY hot under the collar; blushing 
uncontrollably as Shari raised her eyebrows at me.
     "But Cindy . . .," she started.
     Cindy pouted.  "You DID tell me it was OK to do it with 
someone I wanted to, didn't you?" she asked.
     "Well, yes but . . ."  My daughter-in-law was nonplused.  
Surprisingly, my son seemed more amused at his wife being caught 
like this, than annoyed at either Cindy or me, for what we (it 
was becoming obvious) had done the night before.
     "Well I LIKE doing it with Grampa," continued her daughter.  
"He's nice to me, aren't you Grampa?"  I looked over helplessly 
at my amused son, and his seemingly confused wife, as their 
daughter climbed into my lap.  I nodded.
     "So Grampa can 'feel me up' whenever he wants to, won't 
you?" she asked; looking me straight in the eye.
     Now it was MY turn to be confused.
     "Please?" she asked.  "I wanna feel you do it . . . please 
Grampa?"  Oh shit.
     I looked over at my horny son; who looked like he was about 
to split a gut keeping from laughing; while his wife Shari looked 
like the dog who finally caught the train after chasing it all 
his life . . . and didn't know what to do with it.  At first she 
tried to avoid my questioning eye; but I wasn't about to give in 
to her daughter without Shari's approval.  Finally, she shrugged 
and nodded back at me.
     "Please Grampa?" repeated Cindy.  The byplay with her 
parents wasn't completely lost on the little girl.  Cindy was 
smarter, and knew more about things than you would expect from a 
3-year-old.
     "Right NOW?" I asked, uncertain that she really wanted this.
     "Uhuh."  I figured out later that while Cindy didn't care 
much whether I molested her or not, she DID want BOTH of her 
parents to see that it was something SHE wanted, not something I 
was asking her to do.




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     As I said, Cindy is one VERY smart little girl.  If she had 
waited until later, the opportunity would have been lost; and she 
would have ended up sleeping in her own cold and lonely bed for 
the rest of the time I was there (which probably would only have 
been a month or so, at the outside).
     Feeling like some child-molesting pedophile (but also 
strangely calm and happy to be making my granddaughter happy) I 
slowly slipped my hand up under the little girl's short dress; 
carefully watching for any sign of annoyance, discomfort, or 
disgust from her, or outrage and anger from her parents.
     Cindy just sat there in my lap; staring at her parents as if 
daring them to say ANYTHING, while my hand slipped under the 
elastic at the waist of the short little skirt, and up against 
the bare skin of her flat little chest.
     Mike just raised an eyebrow at me, while Shari stared open-
eyed at her father-in-law molesting her little girl right in 
front of her.
     Only it sure didn't FEEL like I was molesting Cindy.  In 
fact, it was more like she was molesting US.  For sure, she was 
messing with the minds of all three adults.
     "Mmmm, that's nice," she said; snuggling into my lap and 
forcing her flat little chest against the big hand rubbing her 
belly and mosquito-bite titties.  "But aren't you supposed to 
feel me 'down there' too?"  Oh double-shit.
     I looked over at the little girl's parents with a question 
in my eyes.  Mike was too busy trying to keep from giggling to 
answer.  "Do it," snapped Shari.
     "Uh, but . . ." I said.  Feeling the little girl up under 
her dress was one thing . . . touching her privates was something 
else.
     "She wants it . . . do it," replied Shari, firmly.
     I shrugged, and "did it."  Reversing the direction of my 
hand, I slid it down and UNDER the tight elastic of the child's 
panties.  Cindy gasped, and almost winced, when I first touched 
her tiny little slit; but she didn't pull away from me either; 
just staring defiantly at her parents, as if daring them to 
object to what they had previously told her was OK for her to 
do . . . if SHE wanted to.
     Cindy was NOT wet "down there."  I had to extract my hand 
from her panties (giving me a momentary dirty-look from her), wet 
my finger with saliva, and then put it back in her pants, before 
there was enough lubrication to do what I knew I had to do.  With 
the help of the saliva, I rubbed and twisted on the tiny nubbin 
at the top of the child's slit, until she suddenly relaxed and 
told me, "That feels good Grampa," while spreading her legs for 
easier access.  At the same time, Cindy seemed to lose interest 
in whether her parents objected or not; being satisfied that they 
wouldn't stop her now.
     "Oooh," she shivered, as the lubrication of my saliva 
combined with a tiny bit of her own lubrication to allow one 
knuckle of my middle finger to penetrate her tiny little slit.  
Both parents now made no pretense of anything but slackjawed 
interest at the sight of their little girl getting fingered by 
her own grandfather.



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     I only got about a knuckle and a half inside the little 
girl, before she winced and I felt a rubbery resistance to my 
finger poking.  My 3-year-old granddaughter was the very FIRST 
virgin I ever felt up.
     Cindy shuddered in my lap, as I carefully extracted my 
finger from inside her body, then pulled out my hand altogether.  
"That'll have to do for now," I said; removing my hand from 
inside her panties and then her dress too.
     "You're sure?" she asked; waiting to see if I wanted to do 
anything else.  Somehow I have no doubt that if I had wanted to, 
the little girl would have taken her panties and dress off, and 
let me TRY to fuck her right there.  That's what it would have 
been though . . . try.  No way would my adult-sized dong have 
ever fit inside that tiny little slit of hers.  Heck, the tip of 
my finger had barely fit inside her.
     At my nodded reassurance, Cindy made one last stab at 
assuring there was no mistake about what SHE wanted.  "Promise me 
you'll do that whenever you want to, OK?" she asked.  The voice 
was light and sweet; but I could hear the pleading behind it.  "I 
promise," I said . . . and strangely I meant it.  only Cindy was 
to find out that I "wanted" to do such things far less than those 
men her mother had warned her about.
     "Thanks, Grampa," she said . . . then after thinking or a 
moment, "And Grampa?"
     "Yes, Honey?"
     "Promise you'll do that 'other thing' Momma was telling me 
about, with your 'thing down there'," she said.  It took me a 
while to figure out what she meant, but when I did, the meaning 
almost blew my mind away!  THIS however, I was not just going to 
reply blindly to.  "Whenever YOU feel you're ready," I replied; 
as I looked my daughter-in-law right in the eye, while I promised 
her three-year-old little girl I'd fuck her whenever she wanted 
me to.
     Neither of the child's parents said a word at this; though 
they both looked thoughtful.
     "Thanks, Grampa," said the child; turning around to kiss me 
on the lips like no "little" girl is supposed to kiss a grown 
man.  ("Where did she learn THAT," I wondered.)  "How about right 
now?"
     "No," I said firmly; swatting the cute little brat on the 
but with barely enough force to slow down a fly.  "You're WAY too 
young yet, OK?"
     "OK," she replied teasingly, "but you DID promise!"  And 
that was that.
     Both Mike and Shari breathed a sigh of relief.  I guess they 
wondered what would happen if either Cindy or I had insisted on 
going "all the way" right then.
     So that's how my granddaughter got me to promise to fuck her 
"when she was ready" when she was only three years old.  Now MOST 
children, on extracting a promise from an adult at that age, 
would shortly forget they ever did it.  Especially such promises 
as that.





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     Oh, occasionally little girls get their uncles, fathers or 
even grandparents to "promise to marry me" when they got older; 
but such promises, while sincerely meant when young, were soon 
forgotten.  Only THIS promise never had a chance to get 
forgotten; as Cindy kept reminding me of it almost every day for 
the next three years, and almost once a week after that.  I guess 
THAT way, she kept reminding herself as well.
     After that scene in the kitchen that morning, nobody ever 
mentioned making the little girl sleep in her own bed.  After 
about a week of finding me and Cindy lying peacefully asleep in 
the morning, cuddled up to each other like a kitten with a Saint 
Bernard dog, Shari quietly took down the cot from the nursery, 
and Cindy's clothes appeared in my room, along with her dresser 
to put them in.  Nothing was ever said again about me molesting 
the little girl either.  Which was quite appropriate; because I 
didn't.  From then on, while Cindy and I slept together like a 
kitten with her mother, I never "felt her up" more than I did 
that first night by sliding my hand under her nightdress.  In 
fact, usually my hands were OUTSIDE the child's nightgown, and 
rarely did I go to sleep with a hard-on; having decided to 
"relieve myself" each day, so I wouldn't be bothered while 
sleeping with the little girl.
     For almost two years, until shortly after the child's 5th 
birthday (and shortly before her little sister's second birthday) 
things remained like this.  Every night the two of us would sleep 
together; and that's all it was.  I think that Shari sometimes 
thought we did more; but there was no "more" that either of us 
felt like back then.  Oh, occasionally I WOULD feel the little 
girl's body up, while snuggling up against her; but Cindy never 
said anything when I did; and she never again asked me to molest 
her either.  Once, when I was jacking-off in the middle of the 
night, Cindy woke up and watched while I squirted thick white 
juice all over my hand; only asking if I needed some help when I 
finished squirting.  I told her, "Thanks, but no," and that was 
it.
     However, I don't want you to think that sleeping naked next 
to my granddaughter every night had NO effect on me.  It did.  It 
made me a LOT closer to the little girl; and I think it made her 
closer to me.  And yes, it DID give me hard-ons.  Not many at 
first (Christ, she was just a kid!), but more and more as first 
the months then the years progressed.  By the child's fifth 
birthday party, when we must have had 100 giggling squirming kids 
running all over the place, I had started to get an erection 
every night from sleeping next to the little girl.  I knew I 
would have to do something soon.
     I think it was about a week after that fiasco of a birthday-
party, where three kids got sick, and I slept alone for the first 
time in two years, while four other girls stayed over to visit 
with Cindy, that "it" happened.  No, I didn't really plan on it; 
though I think Shari had been expecting something like it, ever 
since that morning when Cindy claimed her rights.






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     That night, I woke up with a piss-hard, at about 2:00 in the 
morning.  It didn't bother me enough to make me get out of bed 
and go pee, until about an hour later though.  By that time, 
laying next to my sleeping little granddaughter with her cute 
little butt rubbing against my swollen prick got me so hard I 
could barely pee when I finally DID get up.  Then, when I got 
back in bed, my (for-real this time) erection wouldn't let me 
sleep.  Somehow I found myself snuggled up to Cindy, with my 
prick rubbing against the child's legs.  Back and forth I rubbed; 
until it caught me by surprise as I squirted thick white cum all 
over the child's legs.  I hadn't really been sliding between the 
little girl's legs; as I had been too shy to lift one, and put it 
between them (I knew Cindy wouldn't mind).  Still, thick white 
baby-juice squirted all over the little girl's legs, up her cute 
little butt, and even a little bit between her legs, where her 
tiny slit pooched back at me.
     "Thanks, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily; reaching around to 
grab my wilting prick, and milk the last thick white drops out of 
her grandfather's penis, and onto her body.  Then: "Ick.  Your 
stuff is all sticky.  If you're done, I'll go wash up, OK?"  What 
could I say?  I nodded mutely, while Cindy got up and toddled out 
to the bathroom.  Silently I grabbed my shorts from the side of 
the bed, and used them to wipe up the little bit left behind.
     Shortly Cindy returned, fresh-smelling from cleaning up.  
"Thanks, Grandpa," she repeated (her voice and diction a lot 
clearer now at five), "Can we do it again?"  At my slack-jawed 
response, Cindy sighed and slipped into bed.  "Well . . . maybe 
tomorrow huh?" she asked.  "Maybe," I replied; certain that I 
would NOT be doing this again.
     However, that night I found myself grabbing a handkerchief 
from the drawer (I haven't used a handkerchief for YEARS previous 
to that) and tucked it under the pillow, "Just in case."
     You guessed it . . . that night, even before I got properly 
settled in, I had an erection that wouldn't quit.  "Uh, Honey?" I 
asked, "Do you mind if I . . ."  Here I raised Cindy's leg a 
little.  Not only didn't Cindy mind; she lifted her leg, then fit 
my bloated prick between them, before snuggling back at me while 
she started making copulating motions, as if she was fucking 
me . . . which I guess she was, with her legs wrapped around my 
prick that way.
     I was barely able to grab the handkerchief and slip it over 
the suddenly spewing end of my prick, before I got white sticky 
goo all over the sheets.
     "Thanks, Grandpa," said Cindy; then drifted off to sleep 
with my sticky prick still dribbling a tiny bit of cum between 
her thighs.
     For the next week or two, we repeated this; with me rubbing 
my prick between her legs until I lost control and filled the 
hankie with thick white goo.  Each time Cindy thanked ME, as if 
it was her that got all the fun out of what I was doing.  
Surprisingly, she seemed to be completely sincere in her thanks; 
as if it was some kind of rare privilege to have your grandfather 
jack-off between your legs.




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     I think Shari suspected something too; as after the second 
time the look the older woman gave us over breakfast was kind of 
like the cat who ate the canary.  Maybe it was the unmistakable 
smell of fresh cum drifting from between her daughter's 
legs . . . whatever.
     As I said, this went on for about a week or two, until 
suddenly one night when I was about to cum, Cindy's helpful 
fucking motions caused my cum-dribbling prick to slip out from 
between her legs, and when I pushed back I felt a tight ring 
surround the tip.  Somehow the head of my penis had pushed up 
against the tiny little hole between the child's legs.  I was 
about to pull back, and correct my aim, when Cindy said, "Don't 
take it out, Grandpa . . . leave it there.  It feels good."
     That was too much.  Unable to help myself, I let go; spewing 
gob after thick white gob of incestuous cum inside my own 
granddaughter.  Somehow it was MUCH more satisfying to spew my 
cum inside the little girl, than all over her, even though I 
didn't really have even the tip of my prick properly inside her.
     This time, there just wasn't any cum for me to wipe up; as 
Cindy had almost every drop trapped inside her tight little hole.  
"Thanks, Grandpa, that feels real good . . . can we do it like 
this more often?" she asked.
     From that day on, I never used the handkerchief again.
     Each night from then on, I would rub against my 
granddaughter until the urge to cum got almost overwhelming; then 
I'd place the tip of my prick up against the child's tiny little 
vagina; pushing until my prick made a seal against her hole, and 
spew what seemed like gallons of thick white sperm into the 
child's body.  Cindy never got up afterwards; her tight little 
hole keeping almost all of my sperm trapped inside her body until 
morning.
     Occasionally, (after a while) I actually jacked-off into the 
little girl; having Cindy lie on the bed with her legs spread, 
while I rubbed the head of my prick against her hole, and jacked 
on the shaft until I came in thick white gushes of seed inside 
her.  Cindy seemed to like this a LOT; appreciating the attention 
to her hole even more than the thick white cream I pumped into 
her body each time.  So, after a while I DID do what I had 
promised her to do over two years earlier . . . (No, not fuck 
her!), I molested her, like she (by now) obviously wanted me to; 
feeling her up until she got wet, and tickling her cunny, and 
massaging her tiny developing titties (still not much more than 
mosquito bites).  After a while, I even started to give her some 
oral sex (At first, she didn't even believe I WANTED to).  Let me 
tell you, the taste of little-girl-cunny is the sexiest thing 
there is.  After tasting the little girl for about 10 minutes, it 
usually didn't take me more than about five or ten seconds more 
of rubbing my swollen peter against the little slit I had been 
licking, before I ejaculated what seemed like quarts of thick 
white cum inside her.
     (In case you're wondering . . . Shari and I DID have a big 
affair going too . . . for a while . . . tapering off just about 
the time I first squirted cum in Cindy's tight little slit.  I 
wonder if the timing was coincidental or not?  With a horny woman 
like Shari, you never could be sure.


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     Yes, Mike knew about it; and no, he never complained.  Shari 
could put out more than any three men could handle anyway . . . 
as he well knew.  I think my son got more sex from his wife WHILE 
she was my mistress, than he did either before or after.  and I 
never once heard him complain about not getting enough then, 
either.)
     It was about three or four months before her 6th birthday, 
that one night Cindy and I were pushing together, she gave a 
loud, "Ow," and suddenly the head of my prick was inside her; 
spewing her tight little slit full of cum.  It was barely a week 
after that, that found us with almost two-thirds of my prick 
buried in the little girl, while it spasmed and belched gob after 
thick sticky gob of incestuous seed at the child's cervix.  I had 
finally kept the promise I made almost three years earlier, and 
not only taken the child's virginity, but had fucked her 
properly; with my prick belching incestuous sperm at the little 
girl's womb, as if I was trying to get the child pregnant before 
she even entered the first grade.  By this time (and even before 
I took her virginity) Cindy knew just as well as I did, that the 
thick sticky goo I was squirting inside her was the stuff that 
made babies in little girls (when they were old enough).  Cindy 
didn't seem to mind at all the idea of carrying her own 
grandfather's baby inside her tummy . . . any more than she 
seemed to mind me ejaculating my sperm inside her tummy each day; 
even though we both knew it would probably be several years 
before her cute little panties got tight.  That didn't keep 
either of us from trying though.
     Somehow the whole family seemed to know the moment I finally 
took the little girl's virginity; although neither Cindy nor I 
said a word about it.  Even little Theresa seemed to know that 
her big sister and I had done something special.  Nobody SAID 
anything; but the grins and jokes Mike and Shari made that day, 
made it certain they both knew.
     After that, every time we had sex, no matter HOW it started, 
it always ended up with my prick buried as deep inside the 
child's body as it would go, while I emptied my prostate into the 
little girl, and did my best to fill her womb with our baby.  
Quite often after that, we would snuggle up and go to sleep with 
my prick inside her (not really fucking; just enjoying the extra 
closeness that such joining gives you), but usually before 
morning we would be enjoying a full-blown fuck; as the sensation 
of sex against sex got to much, and we couldn't keep from working 
to the climax of me squirting thick white seed in my 
granddaughter's tight little belly, and her tight little tunnel 
squeezing and clamping on me as SHE "got her rocks off" too.  
Yes, Cindy had been having full-blown orgasms since about the 
third time my prick got all the way inside her.  It seems she 
needed that little extra stimulation, before she finally got to 
know what it was that her grandfather enjoyed so much about 
having sex with her.  Once she did however; it was like she 
started chasing me.






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     This led to one afternoon, about a week after her 6th 
birthday, when I was sitting in my bathrobe watching TV.  Cindy 
came into the room, saw me sitting there, and went back into her 
room for about ten seconds.  Then she returned and climbed up on 
my lap.  Woweee!  The little girl had stopped to take her panties 
off, then returned to me completely bare underneath the short 
little skirt.
     Reaching underneath herself, Cindy fit my swelling prick 
into her tight little hole, and sat down on me with a sigh.  Even 
though it was slightly uncomfortable, because not ALL of my prick 
would fit inside her, WE still both enjoyed it very much.
     Ten minutes later, Shari came into the room, and saw her 
little girl sitting comfortably on her grandfather's lap, while 
we both watched TV.  From then on, for two hours, either Mike or 
Shari always seemed to be in the room.  It was only after I 
suddenly groaned through an enormous orgasm, while Cindy jerked 
and squealed on top of me, that both parents left us alone long 
enough for Cindy and I to disconnect.  Now I know they couldn't 
see through the short little skirt Cindy was wearing . . . but 
there's not a chance in the world they didn't know what was 
happening when Cindy started panting and moaning on top of me 
like that . . . not to mention the squirming faces I made, while 
I filled their child's womb with incestuous seed.  No, both Mike 
and Shari knew full well what I was doing to their little girl; 
even though neither one said a single word about it . . . then or 
ever.
     Well, once it started, just like once we started fucking 
"for real", the idea of the two of us fucking each other right 
under her parents' noses seemed to make Cindy hornier than ever 
(if possible . . . she was already as randy as both her mother 
and aunt put together).  From then on, rarely a night went by 
without Cindy "joining me" in the big chair, where we remained 
"joined" until we had our respective orgasms . . . quite often 
right under one or the other of her parents' noses.
     About the third time (or so) we didn't notice that Theresa 
was in the room watching interestedly, as Cindy fit my prick into 
her body and wriggled down as far as she could go.  Once we knew 
however, Cindy seemed to get yet another thrill out of having her 
little sister watch her sliding down their grandfather's prick, 
before covering up with her short little dress.  Often the child 
would sit there, looking up under Cindy's skirt, while we groaned 
through our respective orgasms.  Whether she could see the actual 
coupling, I'm not sure; but the little girl certainly seemed 
fascinated by what she DID see.
     For almost six months this continued; with me fucking the 
little girl almost every day, while one, the other, or both of 
her parents looked on from across the room while I filled their 
daughter's belly with incestuous cum; but everybody pretending 
that nothing more unusual was happening, other than a little pre-
schooler sitting happily bouncing up and down in her 
grandfather's lap.  Supposedly, Cindy's short little skirt hid 
from everybody the obscene things going on underneath it.





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     After a while, Cindy became less and less careful about how 
and when she came in to "sit on my lap"; even occasionally 
lifting her dress when her parents (supposedly) weren't looking, 
before she slid down my prick with a sigh of satisfaction.  I 
guess the horny little kid wanted to be SURE her parents knew 
just what she and I were doing in that big chair, while we 
"watched TV together."  At night too, Cindy became more and more 
vocal; seeming to want the entire family to know each time she 
climaxed, and also each time her horny grandfather filled her 
tight little tummy with sperm.
     It was about three months after Cindy's seventh birthday, 
shortly after she entered the first-grade, and about two months 
after Theresa's fourth birthday, that the unexpected happened.
     I was sitting (in my bathrobe, with nothing underneath it, 
as usual) in my normal chair watching TV, when Cindy's little 
sister came in the room, climbed up in my lap, reached down into 
my robe, pulled out my prick, and slowly wriggled her way down on 
it until the swollen member was halfway inside her, and poking 
against the little girl's 4-year old cervix!  It seems that after 
watching her older sister take me inside her every day for almost 
a year, had convinced the younger girl that she had to do it too, 
if she was going to sit on her grandfather's lap like her big 
sister did every day.
     I was too surprised myself to even object, and absolutely 
astonished that the pre-schooler could even fit my prick inside 
herself; as Cindy had been over a year older than the kid, when 
she first managed to take me inside her.
     About then, Cindy's gasp of astonishment, as she saw me 
sitting with my prick buried halfway inside her little sister 
drew the children's parents to watch also.  This time, there was 
absolutely NO doubt about what I was doing to their little girl, 
as Theresa still had her short little dress pulled up so she 
could "show off" to her big sister, that SHE was old enough to do 
the same thing the older girl did.
     "Uh . . . A little young for you, don't you think?" was 
Shari's only comment, when she saw her youngest daughter impaled 
on my prick.  I couldn't say anything in my defense . . . I 
didn't have any.  Still, it was obvious that I was NOT raping the 
little kid, as Theresa was sliding up and down (as far as she 
could) on my prick, while I didn't even have a hand on her.  
Shortly, the child's incredible squeezing tightness was too much, 
and I was ejaculating great gobs of thick white cum in the little 
girl, while the whole family watched each incestuous bulge of cum 
ripple through my prick and into the 4-year-old child's welcoming 
young belly.
     "Thanks, Grampa," said Theresa; sinking lower and lower on 
me, until the entire shaft had vanished inside her, as my penis 
slowly shrank.
     Cindy looked steamed . . . in fact, she looked boiling mad.  
However, any objections she had to her little sister fucking the 
grandfather they both liked so much, she saved for private 
arguments later.  In fact, I only learned about them the fourth 
or fifth time.




                                15


     That night found me with BOTH little girls sleeping in my 
bed, and I'm not all that proud to admit that from then on I 
fucked both of them almost as often as I had previously been 
fucking Cindy.  Two days later, I found the room had been 
redecorated with a kingsize bed, while Theresa's old nursery had 
been set up for the new baby that Mike and Shari had made the 
very same night they found me fucking their little girl in the 
living-room.
     Even though I didn't really believe that a 4-year-old little 
girl could even WANT sex, like her older sister did, having the 
child climax noisily on my throbbing prick, while it spat what 
seemed like gallons of thick white sperm at the little girl's 
uterus, had a large tendency to make a believer, even out of me.
     It was about a week after that first time, when I happened 
to pass the bedroom that was now OUR bedroom, to me, Cindy and 
Theresa too, when I caught the tail end of an obviously on-going 
argument.
     "He's MY boyfriend," spat Cindy, at her little sister.
     Theresa calmly unbraided one of her doll's hair, and started 
to re-braid it again.  "He's mine too," she replied calmly.
     "But you're too little to be fucking him," objected her 
older sibling.
     "Am not . . . you've seen me," was the confident reply.
     For a moment, I thought her little sister's answer had 
stopped Cindy; but she had one last try to make:  "You can't even 
take him all the way up inside you," she weakly accused the 
younger girl.
     "Neither can you," replied the 4-year-old; somewhat weakly 
this time.  I could tell Cindy had "scored a point" on her little 
sister, as Theresa could barely get half of my adult-sized penis 
in her tiny little cunny, while Cindy only left a little over an 
inch or two outside hers.  "Besides," she continued almost 
tearily, "I can do something you can't."
     I could tell that Cindy felt a little guilty for making her 
little sister cry; so she offered the little girl a peace.  "OK," 
she agreed.  "If you show me you can do something I can't with 
Grandpa, then I'll agree to share him with you . . . as long as 
you show ME how to do it, that is.  Only it had better be good.  
I can already suck cock better than you ever will."  A just 
statement, as Cindy had just recently managed to "deep throat" me 
for the first time, while Theresa never did.  Neither girl ever 
DID like taking me "up the ass" though they both did (later) on 
occasion.
     I hurriedly backed out of the way, so the girls didn't find 
out I was spying on the.  After all, their sibling rivalry wasn't 
my problem; as long as they worked things out between themselves 
without killing each other, that is.  Not that two little girls 
at 4 and 7 years old are likely to do THAT much damage to each 
other . . . but I didn't want them TRYING, either.
     I wondered just WHAT it was the little girl was going to 
show her big sister, that the two of us hadn't already done?  The 
little girl seemed so SURE.  Well, I'd find out, if I waited.  I 
did.




                                16


     That afternoon (it was a Saturday) Theresa took HER turn (I 
never DID figure out how the girl's decide whose turn it was, but 
there were never any fights over it either) on my lap.  "Watch 
THIS," she said, before bending over to take my swollen member 
into her mouth.  Cindy just snickered; as she had been sucking me 
off for over a year already (as I mentioned before).  Only 
Theresa wasn't even planning on sucking me off; just trying to 
get me completely hard (she succeeded) and wet and slippery for 
what was to come.  "Watch THIS," she repeated, as she turned 
around and putting her back to me, fit my swollen member up 
against her tiny little slit.  Then, with mewls and grunts, the 
little girl slowly worked herself down until slightly over half 
of my prick was buried inside her, and the hard knob of the 
child's cervix was pushing against the head of my cock.
     Cindy just raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "So?" while 
the two girls' parents watched their little girl fuck her 
grandfather.  Ever since that first day the 4-year-old had taken 
her "turn" in my lap, neither child had made any secret about 
what they were doing there; just climbing on and fucking me 
whether Mike or Shari was watching or not.
     "I said, just watch," said Theresa; pushing down even 
harder.  I was about to say something, when the little girl 
spread her legs almost impossibly wide, and lifting both feet 
sank down on me to the root; with her tiny little uterus milking 
my prick like an incredible vagina-within-a-vagina.  I couldn't 
help it . . . the stimulation of knowing the head of my penis was 
in the little girl's womb, and the incredibly erotic sensation of 
the child's uterus sucking on my prick, caused me to explode 
almost the second the tip of my prick snapped inside the child's 
sucking young womb.  Gout after thick white gout of living seed 
splashed wetly into my granddaughter's welcoming young womb, as I 
did my best to father a child on the little girl who hadn't even 
started kindergarten yet.  God, did that feel good.
     "See," said Theresa happily, wincing slightly, but seeming 
to be quite pleased with the fact that her own grandfather's 
sperm was squirting in thick white jets into her womb where it 
belonged.  "I told you I could do it."
     Oooh, could she ever!  It felt like my balls would never 
stop pumping cum into the child.  We both winced with a common, 
"Oooh," when the head of my prick finally snapped out of the pre-
schooler's tight little slit; but for the first time not a drop 
of sperm leaked out of the little girl; as her uterus had 
stripped every drop I had into her womb.
     "Top THAT," the little girl challenged her big sister.
     Cindy didn't even attempt to try.  "You promised you'd show 
ME how to do it," she reminded her little sister.
     "I had practice," grinned the little girl.  "You'll have to 
have some too, if you don't want to get hurt."
     My prick and balls were aching from ejaculating more sperm 
than I thought I had in me, in the little girl's womb.  I 
wouldn't have been able to repeat the process with her older 
sister right then, even if Cindy had been able to.  Luckily, it 
took several days before the older girl was getting me to 
ejaculate my seed in her womb, just like her little sister did.



                                17


     Also luckily, neither girl seemed to enjoy this as much as 
regular sex, or I probably would have collapsed from spewing too 
much cum in both of them.  Still, from then on, both girls added 
this to their repertoire; getting me to ejaculate right up inside 
their wombs about once a week or so, just like they both 
occasionally sucked me off, or I sucked each of them off.  It was 
nice for variety; but nothing any of us wanted as a regular 
thing.
     And, as a bonus, from then on, neither girl objected to the 
other one having sex with "her" man (me); simply sharing their 
grandfather, and actually helping each other get laid whenever 
the other one needed it.  Even when Cince reached puberty, 
Theresa helped me impregnate her older sister, by giving up "her 
turn" when Cindy was between periods, and most likely to catch.  
Over the next five years, with both girls helping, I went from 
fucking Cindy two to three times a day, to fucking BOTH girls at 
least that often, while they occasionally helped each other out, 
when their man gave out on them.
     Today, Cindy just turned 15, while Theresa won't be 12 for a 
couple of months yet.  Still, the older girl is just barely "one-
up" on her little sister, as Theresa's belly is starting to get 
big for the third time, while Cindy will be nursing our third 
child (boy this time) for about another year before we try for a 
fourth.
     Yes, of COURSE I got my granddaughters pregnant!  They both 
insisted on it, and I didn't have much say in the matter, except 
by stopping fucking them both; and they knew I wouldn't do that.  
As far as anyone outside the family knows: both girls just like 
to screw around, and keep getting pregnant by their boyfriends 
who get lost when the girls show up PG.  <Giggle.>
     The sibling rivalry NOW seems to mainly consist of which 
girl will have the most kids before she gets too old to have any 
more.  Well, I always DID want a big family.  (Since all five 
kids have been sleeping in the same bedroom since the second was 
born, and remembering what happened with my eldest son and 
daughter, I'm likely to have a REALLY big family in about another 
10 years.  Thankfully my business is big enough that it looks 
like I can afford it.)
     See . . . sibling rivalry can have positive effects too.  It 
seems my horny son has been having a race with his horny little 
sister, to see which of them can have the most grandchildren.  
No, I don't know who knocked HER kids up; but whoever it is is 
two behind me, and losing ground.  The funny thing is: No matter 
whether my son or daughter wins this race, I win, in either case!













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