                          All Her Fault
                         An Erotic Story

     It's all Linda's fault.  It has to be.  She's to blame.  If 
it wasn't for her, none of this would have happened.
     It all started when we moved into our first house.  I had a 
new job and wasn't making a fortune, so we bought small - a two-
bedroom bungalow.
     That was great, for a while.  When Jenny was born, we set up 
the spare bedroom as a nursery.  A year later, Freddy came along.  
He went in there as well.  Two years later, when Lisa showed up, 
things hadn't improved much at work, so we had to make do.  She 
stayed in our bedroom until Linda surprised me with Amy, then she 
got moved into "the kids' bedroom", as we called it.  So, we had 
Jenny, 6, Freddy, 5, Lisa, 3, and a new baby.
     With the recession and cutbacks and everything else, my job 
didn't get much better over the years, but we managed.  Buying a 
new place was out of the question.  And when Amy got big enough 
to notice things, we had to move her into the kids' bedroom as 
well.  They all got along about as well as can be expected . . . 
considering.  One thing that bothered me was that my wife 
installed two double beds in there, instead of two sets of bunk 
beds.  I know, I know, she got a great deal when she bought them, 
and we couldn't afford anything more expensive, but I'm sure she 
could have found something else if she really tried.
     Well, about three years ago, the company I work for went 
through a huge expansion, and I got several fast promotions, with 
raises to go along with them.  We could finally afford a bigger 
house.
     Linda came up with excuse after excuse for why we couldn't 
do it - she didn't want to move the kids away from their friends, 
didn't want to move away from her friends in the neighborhood, 
didn't want to make them change schools, wanted to save until we 
could afford a really nice house, couldn't find anything that was 
just right, and so on, and so forth.  Like I said - excuses.
     I was starting to get concerned because the kids were 
getting older and starting to get curious about certain things, 
but Linda made light of my worries.  She tried to convince me 
that the kids were just kids and nothing would ever happen.
     HAH!
     Of course I didn't push things, because when we moved in 
together we agreed that I was the breadwinner and took care of 
things outside the house, and she was the homemaker and would 
take care of things inside the house.
     I learned to keep my mouth shut.
     About a year and a half ago, I started getting even more 
suspicious when I noticed she spent quite a bit of time hovering 
around the door to the kids' bedroom.  She said nothing was going 
on and it was all my imagination, of course.  Riiiight - and I'm 
actually a little green space alien.  My nose told me otherwise.  
Occasionally, so did my ears.
     Linda denied everything.





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     Well, the kids caught her looking the odd time.  They caught 
me too, but only when Linda was already peeking through the door.  
With Jenny, the oldest, leading the way, they started getting 
more adventurous.  They started changing into their PJ's earlier 
and earlier.  Jenny started wearing sexier nighties, and soon 
Lisa started following suit.  
     One day, Jenny came out for dinner wearing a baby-doll 
without any panties.  You could see her puffy nipples and the few 
hairs that had starting growing on her otherwise bald cunny, but 
Linda never said a word.  Of course the next night, Lisa had to 
copy her big sister.  
     Freddy, naturally, took to wandering around in nothing but 
his jockeys.  I know Linda saw his frequent erections, because I 
saw her staring at them when she didn't think anyone was watching 
her.  What was going through her mind?  I have no idea.
     The kids got wilder and wilder.  They started leaving their 
bedroom door open.  They started copping feels right in front of 
their mother.  They started going to and from the bathroom nude.  
And Linda?  She kept her mouth shut.  
     I do know she had that little birds and bees talk with the 
two older girls, the same as I did with Freddy, so they knew what 
the consequences could be.  When I asked Linda about getting the 
girls on the pill, she said sure - as soon as they turned 
sixteen, and not a day earlier, and then only if they wanted to.
     Somehow I doubt they will.
     What finally convinced me that Linda knew exactly what was 
going on, but was intentionally turning a blind eye to the 
activities, was the fact that whenever the kids did something 
particularly outrageous, she would fuck my brains out as soon as 
she could drag me into the bedroom.  She also started getting lax 
about closing our bedroom door around that time too.
     Well, Jenny and Freddy kept pushing Linda's limits, just to 
see how far they could go.  How far did they go?  Try this on for 
size.
     One day, after dinner, we were all sitting around watching 
TV.  Linda and I are on the couch.  Freddy's in one easy chair 
wearing his boxers.  Lisa and Amy are on the recliner, one in her 
shorty nightie, the other wearing nothing but her panties.  And 
Jenny?  She's lying on the floor on her tummy, facing the TV, 
wearing nothing but a smallish T-shirt, with her legs spread wide 
apart.  Of course, everybody can see her bare bottom and cunny, 
but she's been showing those off for months without Linda saying 
anything.  
     During a commercial, Jenny went into the kitchen and got 
herself a drink and when she came back, she sat in the easy chair 
with Freddy.  Well, actually, she sat in his lap.  They squirmed 
around a bit, then settled back and watched the show.  Don't ask 
me what was on, because I don't have a clue.  I was watching 
them.  You see, the way she sat on him, it looked almost exactly 
like she sat right on his cock.  A few minutes later, I knew she 
sat on his cock because her legs spread out a bit and you could 
see it sticking right up into the little girl's cunny.





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     Linda saw everything, of course, and never said a word.  She 
wouldn't.  She was pretending nothing was happening.  Even when 
the kids started squirming around, she didn't say anything.  How 
she managed to pretend not to notice their grunting and groaning, 
I don't know.  And when Freddy filled his sister's tight little 
cunny with his baby-juice, Linda had to know what was happening.  
Hell, I was on the far end of the couch and I could see the 
ripples running up from the bottom of his cock, and the white 
stuff oozing out around the edges.
     The next night, it was Lisa's turn.  She sat on Freddy's lap 
while we were all watching TV, made sure everybody was watching 
when she spread her legs and put his cock in her cunny, and then 
slid up and down on her brother's prick until he squirted 
millions of sperm up into her vulnerable young womb.  After that, 
when nobody said anything, it was almost a nightly occurrence.  
     Sometimes Jenny went first, but usually it was Lisa - she 
had the earlier bed time.  They each made a big show of it every 
time, climbing up on her brother's lap, pulling his cock out of 
his shorts, leaning back against him, spreading their legs wide 
so everyone had a good view, then slowly and noisily squirming 
down until his cock was as far into their little cunnies as it 
could go.
     They were both making sure that their father, mother, and 
sisters could all tell they were having full vaginal intercourse 
with their own brother.  Of course Linda pretended not to notice; 
though how she could ignore the frantic grunts, groans, and 
pants, as our son's prick bulged with incestuous cum, and the boy 
filled his own sister's unprotected sex with sperm, is beyond me.  
Little Amy usually had her nose a good two or three inches away 
from where either of her sisters and her brother were joined.  
Sometimes Linda had to get her to move because she was blocking 
her view; not in so many words of course.  It was enough for 
Linda to just say Amy's name.
     Afterwards, the girls would go back to watching TV as if 
nothing had happened.  Neither girl ever bothered to clean up 
either; just lying there with big sticky gobs of her brother's 
potent seed slowly oozing in thick white drops from her well-used 
little vagina.  Both girls seemed to like lying there with their 
legs spread so the whole family could see the slimy white pool of 
her own brother's seed slowly soaking into her unprotected belly.  
     How do I know they were unprotected?  Believe me, they 
weren't (protected, that is).  You see, this morning, when the 
kids were all getting ready for school, I took some pictures so 
I'd be able to remember this moment forever.
     I took Jenny's picture first.  By now she's given up wearing 
anything until she has to get ready for school.  She's in grade 
8, and all she can wear are really loose clothes.  If you turn 
her sideways like I did, she looks like she swallowed a medicine 
ball.  Her little tummy sticks way, way out, and her tiny little 
breasts look like two halves of a lemon stuck on a skinny little 
chest.  She takes after her mother - short and slender.






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     Lisa is the same that way, short and skinny.  Only she's 
still completely bald between her legs, and her breasts are 
nothing more than two swollen nipples.  I don't know how she's 
managing to still fit into her nightie though; because she looks 
like she swallowed a volleyball.  My guess is she's about two 
months behind her older sister.  Hers is due before the end of 
summer, so our middle daughter won't even be in the sixth grade 
when she has her big brother's baby.
     And Linda?  She still hasn't said a damned word about either 
one.  All she did say was that she was glad she finally decided 
to have another one.  She's due about three months after Lisa.  
No, it's mine for sure.  Does she know the kids are pregnant?  
Well, last night Lisa sat with her on the couch, and Linda spent 
most of the night rubbing our ten year old daughter's big, fat 
tummy.  Then she dragged me off to bed and made me pump three 
loads of semen into her snatch before she was satisfied.
     Now I'm wondering when Amy is going to catch.  Our little 
girl might only be seven; but last night, while Linda was rubbing 
Lisa's big belly, Amy took her first turn on Freddy's lap.  Yep, 
the whole way.  Cock in cunny, gasping, wheezing, groaning, and 
ending with a load of her big brother's sperm as far up her tight 
little cunny as his cock could reach.  The big blobs that oozed 
out of her cunny that night were all various shades of pink; so 
everyone knew it was the little girl's first time.
     Linda watched the whole thing of course, but never said a 
word; not even when Freddy grunted and shoved his prick to the 
root in the little girl's belly, while from the frantic rutting 
of the two children, and the white smear around the base of his 
prick, you knew the teenager was doing his best to father a child 
on the little 7-year-old; just like he had already done with the 
little girl's two older sisters.  Even from my viewpoint I could 
see my son's prick bulge at least three or four times, while he 
emptied himself into his little sister's belly.
     I almost came in MY shorts; as the obscene sight of a 
teenaged boy pumping a baby in his own 7-year-old little sister 
was almost too erotic to believe.  Of course, (as I said before) 
Linda never said a word; or seemed to notice a thing . . . even 
though she was a lot closer to the two kids, and had a much 
better view of the 'action' than I did.
     So, with her horny big brother pumping his sperm into her 
cute little tummy too, it's only a matter of when, not if, Amy 
starts swelling up, just like her big sisters.  And, if she takes 
after her mother, she might just catch before she turns nine.  I 
can just imagine her swollen out to here, just like her big 
sisters, long before she gets out of the third grade.  With any 
luck, maybe even sooner; as Amy started having cramps (not really 
periods yet) about two months ago, while Linda didn't start doing 
even that, until she was almost a year older.









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     Are things going to change after the new batch of kids are 
born?  Not by much, I'll bet.  You see, we are buying a new house 
- Linda suddenly doesn't have any excuses - but it's only got 
three bedrooms, and Linda says that's enough - one for the two of 
us, one for the babies, and one for the kids.  I have the feeling 
I'm going to be up to my hipwaders in young'uns before our first 
four kids are finished high school.  By THAT time, who knows what 
THEIR kids will be up to, with the older kids as an example 
anyway.  I know that Linda doesn't plan on buying separate beds 
for them, any more than she did for Freddy and his three sisters.
     Like I said, it's all Linda's fault.  She's the one that let 
things get so out of hand.  After all, she runs the house.  I 
don't have a thing to say about what the kids do.  If she doesn't 
object to what our children do, then what can I say?  Linda is 
the one who started the whole thing in the first place, by having 
the children sleep together; and she's the one who doesn't seem 
to mind Freddy breeding all three of his sisters like some stud 
horse.  Of course, she never seems to notice him doing it either.  
Yeah, right.  SURE she doesn't know what's going on.  In a pig's 
eye.  Of all my sisters, Linda is definitely the weirdest.





































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