ASSUMPTN.TXT(mf,cons,pedo,preg)

OK.  We've gotten a lot of requests for "preggie" stories lately.  
As I've said, MOST of my stories (and Tammy's) at least touch on 
the subject.  This one  (like a lot of the others we write) makes 
a point of it.

If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls 
having sex, then skip this one.






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     DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!

     And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals.  
You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under 
expert supervision.

     Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an 
example, is full of horse-turds.  This is a story.  It is not a 
recommendation, of something to do.  In fact, I strongly urge 
anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this 
story to seek professional help.  In a hurry!

     Final warning!
     This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a 
young girl.  It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex" 
as the girl gets pregnant.  Yes knocked-up, baby-time.  If you're 
still reading this, you must like such stories.





                           Assumptions

                               or

                       How I "Got Pregnant"
                         An Erotic Story

     "Uh Lynn?"
     "Yes Grandpa?"
     "You're not on the pill, are you?"  Grandpa seemed to be 
worried about something.
     "Huh?" I said.  Pill?  I wondered what he meant.
     "Forget it.  Of course you're not."  Grandpa seemed to 
hesitate for a minute, slowing up the slip-slide of his "thing" 
inside me.  "When was your last period?"  At my hesitation, he 
continued, "You know, your monthlies."
     For a second, I didn't get the reference, then I remembered 
how I had been bleeding every month, for the past year or so.  
Momma had shown me how to wear pads, so my panties didn't get all 
bloody, but we hadn't discussed it much.  She seemed to think I'd 
find out about it later, when I needed to.  In a way, I guess she 
was right.  Once I had figured this out, I answered my 
grandfather.  "I dunno, Grandpa.  A couple of weeks ago, I 
guess."
     "Good," said Grandpa, suddenly shoving his "thing" up inside 
me hard.  "Then there's a good chance you might 'catch' right 
now.  Wow!  My own daughter puts me in bed with my cute sexy 
granddaughter.   Not only a virgin, but she's not on the pill, 
and probably fertile right now.  Karen must WANT me to knock the 
kid up."
     Grandpa's "thing" seemed to get even bigger inside me.  "Oh 
Honey, I'm gonna do it" said Grandpa.  "Do you mind if I cum 
inside you?"
     "Huh?"  I couldn't make much sense of Grandpa's ramblings.
     "Hold still, Honey," said Grandpa, ignoring my question.  
"I'm gonna. . . "
     I felt Grandpa's "thing" swell, and a bulge rippled through 
it, and up into my crack.
     "Grandpa!" I objected.  "Don't PEE in me.  Momma will kill 
me, if I get the bed wet."  I struggled to pull away, then 
thought better of it.  If Grandpa WAS peeing in me, and I pulled 
away, for SURE we'd get it all over the bed.  At least if I let 
him finish, I might be able to hold it inside me long enough to 
get to the bathroom.
     "NOT peeing in you," grunted Grandpa.  "CUMMING in you!  
Hold still for a second.  Ugnh!  Aaahhh!  There!  THAT ought to 
knock you up Lynn!"
     With each grunt, I felt another bulge ripple through 
Grandpa's "thing," stretching my hole, as he squirted SOMETHING 
inside me.  By this time, I KNEW it wasn't pee, as if it had 
been, the bed would have been soaked by now.  Whatever Grandpa 
was squirting inside me obviously wasn't as runny as pee, and 
there wasn't as much of it either.  I stopped worrying,  Grandpa 
seemed to know what he was doing, and besides, it was starting to 
feel good.


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     I was disappointed, when Grandpa finally stopped.  I was 
just beginning to like it.  Grandpa shuddered for a minute or 
two, then relaxed.  I was surprised, when two minutes later I 
heard a quiet snore.  Grandpa was asleep.
     I felt between my legs, where Grandpa's "thing" still kept 
whatever he had squirted in me, inside.  My finger picked up 
something, and I squinted at it in the semi-darkness.  White and 
sticky, definitely NOT pee.  What had Grandpa called it?  "Cum?"  
I sniffed at it, then tasted it.  A distinctive smell, but one I 
couldn't remember smelling before. . . except maybe once, that 
time in the bookstore, when I used the restroom, while Papa 
looked at the "Adult" books.  It had smelled something like this.  
Kind of funny, and musty.  It tasted something like it smelled.  
Bland, slightly sweet and sticky, like library paste.  Not 
something you would WANT to order for breakfast, but not nasty 
like shit, or pee either.  I was about to wipe my finger off, 
when I remembered:  I didn't have anything to wipe it on, and I 
didn't want to get it on the sheets, and make a mess.  SHIT!  And 
Grandpa's arm was around me, clutching my breast, and wouldn't 
let go.  Unless I made a fuss, I was stuck here, with Grandpa's 
"thing" still dripping his "cum" inside my vagina.  (Yes, I know 
the word.)  Steeling myself, I licked my finger off, and 
swallowed.  Not as bad as I originally thought.  Certainly better 
than pee, and I'd actually tasted THAT before, at least a couple 
of times.  Once, on a kind of dare to myself, I'd drank almost a 
quarter of a cup of it.  It hadn't made me sick or anything, just 
a little queasy.  Compared with THAT, this stuff tasted good.  I 
settled down to sleep.
     Later that night, I woke up to feel Grandpa pushing his 
"thing" up inside me again.  It felt good this time, so I didn't 
object.  For about ten minutes, Grandpa slid his thing in and 
out, before squirting more of that same white sticky-stuff inside 
me.
     When I was going to get up and wipe myself, Grandpa stopped 
me.  "Leave it in, Honey," he said.  "I want to get you pregnant.  
I can't wait to see your belly nice and big."
     I was a little confused.  "Get me pregnant?"  I thought a 
bit, and wondered if that white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted 
inside me was the "pregnant" that he was talking about, and if it 
was supposed to stay inside me, and "make my belly get big."  I 
was too sleepy to find out.  "OK Grandpa," I said, yawning, "if 
you say so."  I snuggled back down to sleep, with my 
grandfather's "cum" inside me "getting me pregnant."  I resolved 
to ask Grandpa to explain it all to me in the morning.
     Two hours later, I woke up again, just as Grandpa did it 
again.  The warm creamy feel of his cum sliding inside my little 
tummy just soothed me back to sleep.  "Thanks Grandpa," I 
murmured.









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     "Thank YOU!  Lynn.  Grandpa loves you very much."
     "'love you too, Grandpa."  I was asleep again, this time 
with my grandfather's "thing" still stuck up inside me, holding 
his "cum" inside me like a cork.  I was happy that I could make 
Grandpa feel so good.  Besides, Grandpa's thing felt nice, 
sliding in and out of my hole.  Now, feeling it throbbing inside 
me while I slept, made me dream wonderful dreams of being 
comforted and being loved.  Grandpa's body behind me, and his big 
hand holding onto my budding little titty was so comfortable. . .
     The next day, Momma was shocked, when she learned that 
Grandpa had spent the whole night in my bedroom with me.  At 
first, she was going to make him sleep in the living-room, on the 
floor, but when I told her that I didn't mind, if Grandpa slept 
with me, she looked at both of us strangely, then acquiesced.  
She looked at Grandpa sharply, and then said, "Papa.  You be 
careful.  She's only 12 years old."
     Grandpa looked hurt, and innocent.  "Would I hurt my own 
granddaughter?" he asked.
     "No," said Momma, "but you might knock her up.  If I had any 
place else to put you. . . but with all these relatives in this 
reunion, I don't know where I'd fit you."
     "I could always sleep in the truck," said Grandpa, referring 
to his beat-up old jalopy.
     I finally spoke up.  "It's OK Momma," I said.  "Grandpa can 
sleep with me.  I don't mind."
     Momma looked like she was going to say something, maybe to 
warn me about the dangers of sleeping with my own grandfather, 
but just then my big brother came in, and soon she, my big 
brother, and Papa were all engaged in a big discussion over what 
they were going to cook the corn in, since the big corn-kettle 
had a hole in it, and there wasn't any other pot big enough to 
hold enough corn for the whole family.  Forty-odd people eat a 
lot.  By nightfall, Momma seemed to think she had worked out the 
problem with where Grandpa was going to sleep, and neither 
Grandpa or I bothered to tell her different.
     That night, I got undressed a little more confidently, as 
Grandpa watched, then climbed out of his own clothes.  "C'mere 
Honey," he said.  "Old Grandpa's going to get his cute little 
granddaughter pregnant."
     I smiled.  Now was the time to clear up my confusion of the 
previous night.  "Uh Grandpa?" I asked.
     "Uhuh."
     "That white-stuff you squirted inside me last night.  Is 
that pregnant?"
     Grandpa snickered.  "No Lynn.  That's 'getting you 
pregnant.'  When I 'cum' in you, that gets you pregnant.  Now do 
you understand?"










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     I had figured out by now, that what Grandpa and I had been 
doing was what they called "having sex," and that Momma thought I 
was a little too young for it, but Grandpa obviously didn't.  I 
was determined to learn all about this "having sex" business, 
even (or especially) the new words and grammar that seemed to go 
along with it.  I thought I had most of it figured out.  The 
white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was "cum," and 
when he did it, he was "cumming" in me.  There was also something 
else.  This "pregnant" thing.  Grandpa was giving me something 
called "pregnant."  The only thing I had noticed was the white-
stuff he had squirted in me.  Maybe that was the "pregnant" he 
was talking about.  I didn't want to look ignorant, especially 
when it came to sex, so I asked.
     "Uh Grandpa?"
     Grandpa grinned at me.
     "When you squirt that white-stuff in me, are you giving me 
pregnant?"
     Grandpa chucked.  "No Honey.  That's, 'Getting you 
pregnant.'"
     I giggled, at the strange way of talking, but I wanted to be 
sure.  After all, I didn't want to look ignorant, when we talked 
about sex.  "So when you squirt that white-stuff inside me, 
that's 'pregnant,' or as you say 'gets me pregnant'?"
     "Now you've got it, Sweets," said Grandpa, with a grin.  
"The sperm in my 'cum,' that's the white-stuff, 'gets you 
pregnant.'  Is that what you what me to do?"
     I remembered how sweet and warm it had been last night, and 
how nice it had felt, when Grandpa had squirted his thick sticky 
cum up inside me.  The warm slick feeling of his "sperm" warming 
my tummy was nice, especially knowing how much Grandpa liked to 
squirt it inside me was simply delicious.  I LIKED to make 
Grandpa feel good, after all he had done for me.
     "Yeah Grandpa," I said; sure I had it now.  "Get me some 
more pregnant.  Please Grandpa?"
     "No Lynn," corrected Grandpa, one last time.  "It's 'get 
pregnant.'  Or in your case, 'Get me pregnant, Grandpa,' if you 
really want me to."
     "OK Grandpa," I said eagerly, glad that I had now mastered 
this curious syntax.  Boy, you sure used words funny, when 
talking about sex!  I tested it, to be sure I had it right now.  
"Grandpa," I said.  "Squirt your 'sperm' in me, and get me 
some. . . I mean get me pregnant.  Please Grandpa?  Did I say it 
right?"
     Grandpa nodded.  "Hoo-Boy!" he said.  "You sure did.  Are 
you sure that's what you want?"
     "Please Grandpa.  I really do want to 'get pregnant.'"
     "Well, I guess there's no doubt about that!  C'mere Honey, 
and old Grandpa'll do his best to get his favorite granddaughter 
pregnant.  Whooo!  Who'd ever believe it, that I'd be standing 
naked, in my own daughter's house, while her sexy little girl 
asked me to 'get her pregnant'?  Well, I may be a fool, but I'm 
still a man, and I might as well cut off my own balls, if I pass 
up a chance like this."




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     I was beginning to wonder if Grandpa was EVER going to quit 
babbling, when he pushed me back on the bed, and with a quick 
shove, soon had his big penis (He told me later to call it that) 
shoved all the way up inside me, where he was soon 'getting me 
pregnant' by squirting a lot of that sticky white-stuff inside 
me.  Knowing Grandpa loved me enough to teach me about sex like 
this, got me so excited, I couldn't believe it.  Suddenly, my 
body started jerking, and my little hole was squeezing on 
Grandpa's penis, milking every drop of Grandpa's 'pregnant' up 
inside me where it belonged.
     Grandpa told me afterwards, that I'd just had an "orgasm" or 
"climax," and now I knew how good I made HIM feel, when he did it 
in me.
     "You mean," I asked, "when you get me pregnant?"
     Grandpa shuddered at the exciting idea, and nodded.
     "Good!" I said.  "Let's do it again!"
     "Hoo Boy!" said Grandpa, but he didn't say "No."
     For the next four nights, Grandpa did his best to "get me 
pregnant," as often as he could.  Three or four times each night, 
I'd wake up to feel him either just climbing on top of me, or 
jerking himself to completion, as he filled my little tummy with 
squirt after squirt of his thick sticky cum.  Each time, feeling 
him "cumming" inside me was usually enough to get me off as well, 
so I would climax with him, milking every drop of his precious 
sperm up inside my belly, until Grandpa had no more to give. 
Twice, during the day, Grandpa and I managed to sneak off during 
the day, so that he could "get me pregnant."  Grandpa explained 
to me, that most people thought that little girls like me weren't 
supposed to have sex or get pregnant, until they were older.  I 
thought this was silly, as what harm did it do?  And besides, it 
sure was fun.  So, we both kept it a secret, except maybe from 
Momma.  I don't think she knew for sure, but she might have 
suspected something.  Still, she didn't say anything after that 
first day, and let Grandpa sleep in my room until the reunion was 
over.
     As the final day of the reunion came to an end, everyone but 
Grandpa was leaving.  Grandpa still had two weeks, before he had 
to be back, and he had made it clear that he would be spending 
most of that time visiting with us.  Momma was always happy to 
have Grandpa around, and he got along so well with us kids, that 
it was almost like an extra vacation.
     About 6:00 Friday night, Momma and Papa took the big van to 
the airport, leaving Grandpa and me to watch over the house, and 
each other.  "Now you take care of Grandpa," she told me, before 
she left, looking over my shoulder at Grandpa, giving him some 
kind of message also.
     "Yes Momma."  I planned on taking GOOD care of Grandpa.  I 
did.  Before the van was completely out of the driveway, I had 
stripped my panties from underneath my short little skirt, and 
Grandpa was pushing his thick cock up inside my tight little hole 
where it belonged.  Ten minutes later, I was rewarded by feeling 
Grandpa's thick cock bulging inside me, as he worked to get me 
pregnant by filling my little tummy with squirt after squirt of 
thick sticky cum.



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     I didn't know how I was going to get along without feeling 
him inside me every night filling my belly with his warm soothing 
sperm, now that Momma no longer had to double everyone up, and 
there was a spare bedroom available.  I told him that.
     Grandpa said, "We'll work something out Honey."  So I 
stopped worrying.  I trusted him.  After we both got "decent" 
again, we snuggled up on the couch together.  I was getting a 
little sleepy, so Grandpa pulled a blanket over us.
     I felt something soft and squishy underneath me.  Grinning, 
I handed Grandpa something small, soft and white.  He lifted it 
closer to his face, to make out what it is in the dim light of 
the flickering firelight.  It was my panties. The crotch was 
extremely damp.
     When he turned back to me, He was grinning from ear to ear.  
I blushed, then pointed to my lap.  Then pointed to Grandpa.  He 
quietly dropped the blanket to his knees, glanced at me and 
slowly unzipped his fly.  I nodded.  His dick emerged, throbbing 
again in anticipation.  I felt my grin widen.  We'd have to be 
careful, in case someone came back too early.
     I crawled into his lap, straddling him, sitting back on my 
knees, reaching to grasp his dick in both hands, exploring it 
delightedly.  There was a sound outside, but no one came in.
     Glancing quickly about, Grandpa figured that all was well, 
and returned his gaze to the scene in his lap.  Eyes closed 
tightly now, I moved forward; urging the big, hard thing down 
toward my crotch.  Grandpa hurriedly pulled me to his chest, and 
settled the blanket over both of us, as I felt the maddeningly 
smooth warmth of his thick rod spreading my little pussy lips.
     My grandfather's rigid dick slid easily and deeply into me, 
lubricated by my arousal, and his residual sperm.  I rested my 
head against his chest, and gave a sigh of contentment, as his 
dick bottomed out in my tight little vagina.
     Since he had cum copiously in me, not fifteen minutes 
before, Grandpa was less urgent this time.  He reached beneath 
the blanket to find the hem of my skirt, his hands slipping 
beneath it to cup the soft flesh of my butt.  His big horny hands 
felt rough against my skin, down to the point where I could feel 
his balls nestled against the soft flesh of my crotch.
     I could feel Grandpa trace with one finger the tightly 
distended rim of the tiny hole where it wetly clasped the root of 
his dick.  This drew a sharp intake of breath from me, so I 
clamped my mouth over his, moaning and sucking urgently at my 
grandfather's tongue.
     Then I felt Grandpa reach back down, and cup my butt, lift 
me an inch, then settle me back down onto his lap.  I broke the 
kiss, and sucked in my breath, while I collapsed against his 
chest, panting, both hands flying up to his head, hugging him, my 
fingers grasping blindly at his hair.
     A motion to the left caught my eye.  PAPA was strolling 
toward us, moving slowly, checking the house on his way to the 
bedroom.   "Papa's coming!" I whispered urgently in Grandpa's 
ear.





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     Grandpa quickly tugged my hands from his hair, and settled 
them around his neck.  He motioned with his eyes for me to 
pretend that I'm asleep.
     Obediently, I dropped my head to his chest.
     I was vaguely aware of Papa pausing nearby, to look down at 
the two of us.
     Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Papa smiling broadly at 
the scene -- a contented child apparently sleeping soundly 
beneath a blanket with her tolerant and friendly grandfather.  
Grandpa smiled back at him, hoping his smile didn't convey the 
delicious sensations he must have felt, as his dick throbbed deep 
inside my warm little 12-year-old vagina.  Papa grinned at us, 
and moved on towards the bedroom.
     Just in time.  I couldn't hold out much longer.  I felt a 
sweet, wet sucking sensation in my hole, as I began to take the 
initiative, slowly lifting and lowering myself on my grandfather.  
The blanket rose and fell with the motion of my ass, as I 
pleasured myself by gently stirring the rigid dick deep within my 
vagina.
     I felt my breath quickening, beginning to come in gasps and 
ragged pants.  My mouth was open and slack, and I could tell that 
I was drooling, but I couldn't help it.  My saliva was soaking 
through Grandpa's shirt to moisten his shoulder, as I squirmed on 
my grandfather's lap.  I knew I was getting close.  So was 
Grandpa. 
     Grandpa's hands dropped beneath the blanket again.  He 
reached up, forcing his hands between us, to cup those little 
bumps on my chest, that seemed to turn him on so much.  His 
thumbs brushed the tiny, rigid spikes of my, by now swollen, 
nipples and suddenly I could take it no more.  I started grinding 
myself down hard onto his dick, gasping and grunting.
     A little too loudly.  Momma had entered through the back 
door, and was checking the living-room also.  I felt Grandpa 
tense, thumbs on my nipples, hands clasping my ribcage.  "Shhhh!" 
I dimly responded, closing my eyes again and forcing myself to 
hold still.  But I couldn't keep my body from trembling.
     Momma blinked, and looked around.  Seeing her little 
daughter in her grandfather's lap, Momma's face registered 
confusion for an instant -- then she smiled -- the same indulgent 
smile that Papa had given us.
     Knowing that Momma was watching me, while Grandpa's cock 
pulsed in my belly was too much.  The strain of holding out got 
too great.  Suddenly I feel a hard, rhythmic sucking sensation -- 
as I squeezed Grandpa's dick hard: again, again, again, again --- 
my god, I was CUMMING!   I couldn't help it.  I clamped down so 
hard on Grandpa's cock, he must have felt like it was being cut 
off.
     Somehow, I managed to force myself to remain completely 
still, as I shuddered into the first spasms of my climax, but my 
face contorted in ecstasy, and my grunts and snorts of sexual 
pleasure must have been unmistakable to my mother.






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     Momma's smile snapped into an openmouthed silent scream.  
She jerked the blanket from us, flicked my skirt out of the way, 
and stared in shock at what she saw.  Her eyes widened at the 
spectacle of her deeply impaled little girl writhing lewdly on 
her own grandfather's swollen cock, grunting and fucking herself 
toward orgasm.
     My eyes opened to look at Momma, my head still tight against 
Grandpa's chest, helpless and limp in my sexual ecstasy.  I 
couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.  "Please Momma," I 
whispered.  "Don't make me stop."
     Momma's expression wavered for an instant... I weakly 
reached for Momma with one limp hand...
     Momma flashed one glance at Grandpa, then at me... then 
Momma reached out and softly stroked my hair, whispering in my 
ear as I let go.  "It's OK Honey," she said.  "Let yourself go.  
Momma's here."
     Relieved, I closed my eyes, and crushed myself greedily 
against Grandpa, grunting and wheezing as the violent sensation 
of deep vaginal orgasm overwhelmed my body.
     I know that the powerful spasms of my vagina were sucking 
and milking Grandpa's dick unmercifully -- He was going to come, 
too -- He wouldn't be able to help it...
     I buried my face in his chest, as Grandpa's eyes were 
riveted on Momma -- still stroking and gentling me as I trembled 
through my orgasm -- Momma turned -- and made eye contact with 
Grandpa, just at the instant that his own eyes glazed over with 
the exquisite intensity of his orgasmic explosion deep inside his 
own daughter's little girl.
     Some dark corner of Grandpa's mind must have dimly 
registered that Momma was still looking at him as the powerful 
spurts gushing into me finally dwindled, but his prostate had 
seized control.  Grandpa squinted helplessly at his daughter as 
his body emptied itself into my vagina.
     My pulse thundering in my temples, I struggled to focus. 
Gradually I become aware that I was still lying on Grandpa's 
chest, my own chest heaving from the force of my own orgasm, as 
Momma looked at her father with a level gaze.  As my eyes opened, 
Momma leaned over and whispered something in her father's ear.
     Grandpa didn't seem to understand.  Momma smiled, then 
kissed him, once, full on the lips, very softly. She repeated 
herself, in a quiet whisper, "Did you enjoy it?"
     Stunned by the question, under the circumstances, Grandpa 
was speechless.
     Momma smiled again.  "Oh, I hope you enjoyed it... as much 
as I did..."
     Grandpa's head snapped to the right, to look at his daughter 
in astonishment.  Momma was smiling again, lifting my skirt to 
reveal my smooth vulva, with a barely visible rivulet of white 
leaking from between two small, perfectly hairless pussy lips, as 
Grandpa's shrunken cock slithered out of me.  I felt empty at the 
loss, but glad that Momma wasn't mad at us.
     "Thanks for letting Grandpa's get me pregnant," I said.





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     Momma turned to me.  "You WANT Grandpa to get you pregnant?" 
she asked, in astonishment.
     I nodded.  "Please Momma.  I really do like it.  I Like to 
feel him getting me pregnant.  Please Momma?"
     "Oh God!" said Momma.  For a minute, Momma looked angry at 
her father; but then seeing me practically begging him to 
impregnate me, she relented.  Momma knew that there wasn't a man 
in the world that would be able to resist a 12-year-old girl like 
me, begging him to fuck her, and get her pregnant.  Even if she 
was his own granddaughter.  "Oh go ahead.  I guess it's too late 
now, anyway.  Go on, knock the kid up.  Just go easy on her.  
After all, she's still just a little girl, even if her body's a 
woman's," she said, as she looked at Grandpa.  "You've got until 
it's time to go home, to make sure."
     "I may NEVER go home then."
     "Papa!"
     "OK.  .  .  Two weeks."
     With Momma's permission this time.  Grandpa began fucking me 
again.  For a while, Momma watched Grandpa sliding his cock in 
and out of my slit, then she left.  A few minutes later, as 
Grandpa and I were approaching another climax, and I was begging 
Grandpa to "Get me pregnant," I noticed that Momma was back, and 
she had Papa with her.
     "I wouldn't have believed it," said Papa, "but you're right.  
She obviously DOES want him to.  I'll be jiggered.  You would 
have thought it would be Billy, or even me, but her own 
grandfather?  Oh well, if that's what she wants. . . C'mon lets 
leave them alone."
     "Don't go Papa," I said.  "I Don't mind if you watch."
     So Papa and Momma did.  And afterwards, I watched them do 
it.  The only one who might have felt left out, was Billy, but he 
was so wrapped up in his girlfriend, that I doubt he would have 
noticed if Grandpa and I had climbed into HIS bed at night, and 
fucked right next to him.  Whatever.  Anyway, Billy wasn't 
suffering sexually, at that time.
     Momma and Papa regularly watched me fuck Grandpa the whole 
rest of the time that Grandpa was there.  Two wonderful weeks.  
Two weeks of feeling Grandpa's thick cock in my tight little hole 
every night.  Two wonderful weeks of sleeping with Grandpa, 
waking up to feeling his warm sticky liquid filling my tummy.  
Two weeks of wearing almost nothing that might get in the way of 
a "quickie."  Two gorgeous weeks of knowing just how much my 
grandfather loved me, as he told me over and over again, thanking 
me for this wonderful opportunity.  Two weeks of going to sleep 
each night with my tummy filled to bursting with my Grandfather's 
thick sticky sperm warming my tummy, and carrying it in my belly 
every day when I went out to play.  Learning how to do it "dog-
fashion"  "woman on top"  "missionary-style"  "spoon-fashion" and 
too many other ways to count.  Grandpa taught me to suck him off, 
always being careful to not "waste it" and have him finish by 
squirting it up inside my tummy where it belonged.  He also 
taught me about "cunnilingus," when he got too exhausted to get 
it up.  Two simply marvelous weeks.




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     Afterwards, when he was leaving, Grandpa seemed so happy 
that my period or "monthlies" hadn't come yet, when he left.  At 
the time, I wondered why.
     Two days later, I was bloody.  I was in the bathroom, when 
Momma came in and caught me staring morosely at the red drop on 
my finger that announced the arrival of my period.  Such a mess.  
It gave me cramps, and made me realize just how much I missed the 
warm smooth feel of Grandpa's "cum" inside me.  Not to mention 
his wonderful thick cock.  It'd be over a year, before Grandpa 
came back, and I didn't know HOW I was going to make it without 
feeling him "cumming" in me, "getting me pregnant."  I was aching 
for the feel of his white sticky stuff inside me, instead of this 
mess.  Momma seemed to understand.
     "Got your period, huh?" she asked.
     "Yeh," I sighed resignedly.  Then I decided that Momma 
should know the rest of what was bothering me:  Missing Grandpa's 
white-stuff squirting inside me, while I climaxed around his 
thick penis.  "And Grandpa's no longer here to get me pregnant.  
SHIT!"
     Momma must have felt sympathy for me.  I guess, after having 
all those kids herself, she could feel for a daughter who wanted 
that badly to have one of her own.
     "You want it that bad?" she asked.  "You really did like the 
idea of Grandpa getting you pregnant that much?"
     I nodded gloomily.
     Momma seemed to come to a decision.  "You know, Lynn," she 
said, after a long pause, "Grandpa's not the ONLY male member of 
this family, you know."
     I gaped at her.  Did she mean?
     "Lynn," said Momma.  "If you want it that bad, I'm sure that 
either your father, or your big brother would be happy to knock 
you up, if you only asked them."
     My confusion must have told her that I didn't understand the 
words.  "Get you pregnant," she explained.  "Your father, or your 
brother would be happy to get you pregnant."
     Oh!  Getting "Knocked-Up," was the same as "Getting-
pregnant."  I tried to remember that.  "Both of them?" I wondered 
hopefully.
     "No silly."  Momma gave me a loving smile that took the 
sting out.  "You want to know who's it is."
     I wondered about this.  Surely I knew who was "getting me 
pregnant" when they did it.  Oh well, I had noticed that neither 
Papa nor Billy had tried to do anything while Grandpa was.  Maybe 
there was some special etiquette in sex that I didn't know about 
yet.  I thought about it.  "Papa," I said.  "I want Papa to knock 
me up."
     I must have gotten the words right, because Momma didn't 
correct me, and that night Papa came into my room.  "Are you sure 
you want me to do this Princess?" he asked, before getting 
undressed.
     I always melt inside when Papa calls me his "Princess."  "Oh 
YES Papa!" I said.  "Would you please get me pregnant?  Please 
Papa?"




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     So Papa did.  He put his big thick cock up inside me, and 
fucked me, and got me pregnant.  I never had another period.  
Papa fucked me every night, at least once, and usually twice.  
Since he also had to take care of Momma, he didn't have as much 
for me as Grandpa had, but he still kept me sexually satisfied, 
even after I missed my period.  He said he "owed it to me."
     It wasn't until about 7 months later, when I had gained 
about 20 pounds, that I finally learned what I had done.  My 
older sister had come home to visit, and looked at my swelling 
little tummy, smiled at me, and asked, "When's the baby due?"
     "Baby?" I asked.  "What baby?"
     Everyone stared at me.













































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