        The best laid plans . . . sometimes work out OK
                         An Erotic Story

     Linda Marshall felt the frantic surges of the rutting boy's 
penis inside her vagina come to a shuddering halt; as the child 
between her legs gave a final conclusively hard shove into her 
deliciously abused sex.  There was one last bulge in the swollen 
member stretching her squeezing tunnel; as the 13-year-old boy 
fucking her ejaculated one final thick ropy *splat* of incestuous 
sperm into his own mother's sloppy wet vagina.  Linda was almost 
too fucked-out herself to fully appreciate the final twinges of 
sensation from feeling her own son breeding her like some stud 
horse.  Still, she enjoyed the fact that HE was excited about it.  
The woman patted her youngest son on the back, as he collapsed on 
top of her, with his face buried in her bosom; too exhausted from 
their frantic mating to even suck on the gorgeous breasts that 
had so excited him earlier.  The feeling of the barely-teenaged 
boy's swollen prick slowly wilting in her flooded vagina, while 
the few remaining drops of greasy cum slowly oozed out of it and 
into her receptive belly (to join the even heavier deposits of 
sperm left there earlier by him and his two older brothers) was 
more soothing than erotic now.  After four (or was it five) 
frenzied climaxes with her two older sons, and one deliciously 
long screw with the younger boy, Linda, for the first time in 
almost five years, was finally satisfied sexually.  The woman 
decided that she was never going to go that long again.
     "Thanks Joey," she said; cuddling the boy to her chest; 
while his breathing slowly returned to normal.  Linda kept her 
legs wrapped around her son, so the boy would know he didn't have 
to pull out.  Just like with her other sons, Linda wasn't about 
to hurry the youngest one by making him pull out before he had 
enjoyed every last twinge of pleasure from being mated to his own 
mother.  If the boy got hard again, and started fucking her a 
second time without pulling out, then she would be happy to 
accommodate him, even though she really wasn't that interested in 
sex herself any more, for the first time in way too long.
     However, that didn't look like it would be the case after 
the truly impressive bout of lovemaking they had just finished.  
The 28 year old woman felt her son's prick slowly shrink, and 
then finally ooze out of her vagina, when it was no longer big or 
stiff enough to remain inside her.
     "Uh, Joey," she said; hating to make the boy move; but 
knowing she had to.  "You'd better get off.  If I don't do 
something quick, there's going to be one horrible mess on the 
bed."
     Joseph Marshall (Joe to his friends, and Joey to his family) 
sighed and rolled off the older woman.  He didn't really want to; 
but didn't have any excuse not to; as his prick was no longer 
hard, and he had squirted every drop of sperm he had in him in 
his mother's belly.  It would probably be hours before the 13-
year-old could raise another erection.  "Ooohh," he groaned, as 
he lay panting on his back; barely aware of his mother's frantic 
dash to the bathroom to clean up, and the interested gaze of his 
two older brothers.



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     Jeff (No longer "Jeffy" now that he was 16) and Billy had 
been quite surprised at their little brother's prowness; having 
expected the younger boy to either be too young to get it up at 
all, or too excited at fucking his own mother for the first time 
to do more than just stick it in and squirt.  Only their little 
brother had done far better than either older boy had expected.  
While he hadn't been able to cum two or three times like Billy, 
and didn't have the 7" prick that Jeff had, and that seemed to 
stimulate their mother in a way that neither of the smaller boys 
did, the 13-year-old had managed to slide his swollen peter in 
and out of the older woman for a deliciously long time before 
filling her womb with almost as much thick white baby-making seed 
as either of his two brothers.  If their mother did "catch", like 
she had hinted she might, then there was almost as good a chance 
the baby would be Joey's, as it would be either of his two older 
brothers.  Somehow it hadn't seemed at all nasty or perverted to 
watch the younger boy fucking his own mother, and ejaculating his 
potent sperm in the woman's belly to join that already left there 
by his older brothers.  The frantic rutting of the boy as he 
tried to breed his mother had seemed just right and fair after 
they had both done it, rather than being obscene, or even erotic.  
Even looking at the younger boy recovering on the bed, with his 
prick now just a soft little dangle, and one last drop of cum 
slowly oozing from the tip didn't seem nasty; just an earthy 
reminder that the younger boy had left a lot more of that same 
sticky white cum and sperm wriggling up in their mother's belly 
to compete with theirs in the race to her waiting eggs.  Instead 
of feeling jealous of their younger brother, the two older boys 
were proud of him for doing such a good job on his first time.
     Linda arrived back from the bathroom before the bedroom 
became a mutual-admiration-society, and the boys got all hung up 
on congratulating each other.  "Thanks boys," she said; including 
all three in her thanks.  "Now that you all know 'how to make a 
baby', I'll expect you all to 'keep in practice' at least once or 
twice a day."  All four occupants of the room grinned at this.  
Jeff couldn't help but start chuckling after a few seconds, and 
shortly his two brothers and their mother were joining him in 
howling laughter.  The incestuous foursome was barely able to 
think, when they became aware of the boys' eldest sister staring 
at what must have looked like howling maniacs in her mother's 
bedroom.  The fact that all four older family members were stark 
naked, didn't seem to be as strange as the way all of them were 
clutching their sides with laughter, and barely able to talk.
     "What's going on in here?" she asked.  "What's so funny?"
     Surprisingly, this brought on another gale of laughter, when 
Joey barely managed to gasp, "Maybe we should show her."  The 
13-year-old didn't REALLY think it would be a good idea to "show" 
their little sister "how to make a baby" like their mother had 
just taught them . . . in fact, that's what made the idea so 
hilarious.
     "Oh, I don't know," said Linda; feeling an unexpected gush 
of wetness between her legs, at the very idea.  The older woman 
could barely continue; wiping her eyes with the corner of the 
sheet, as she tried to keep from choking with laughter.  "That 
might be a good idea."


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     Suddenly the room was silent, as all three boys stopped 
laughing, and looked with astonishment at the woman grinning at 
them while she continued, "in fact, I think it's a VERY good 
idea.  It wouldn't be fair to your sisters, if you boys all 
learned 'how to make a baby' and they didn't."
     "You mean . . . right now?"  It wasn't clear which of the 
boys said this, but they all looked inquisitively at their 
mother.
     Linda chuckled again; she couldn't help it.  After draining 
all three boys like that, it was doubtful that any of them would 
have enough sperm left to do anything for at least three or four 
hours.  Still, the two older boys already had half-an-erection, 
at the obscenely erotic and nasty thought of fucking their own 
little sister.  "Of course not," she said; getting a sigh from 
all three boys.  It wasn't clear whether this was a sigh of 
relief or disappointment.
     "I mean later on," she explained.  "From now on, I don't 
want you boys leaving your sisters out, when you have sex.  It 
isn't fair.  So, when you get the chance, I want each of you boys 
to show your sisters how to fuck and make a baby, just like I 
showed you, OK?"
     There was a stifled snigger from one of the older boys, but 
all three managed to reply, "Yes Mom," without breaking into 
laughter.  Actually, the two older boys were almost in shock that 
their mother would LET them "make love" to their little sister 
(or was that sisters?) than humor or even horniness at the very 
idea.  Knowing (after their mother's lessons in 'how to make a 
baby') just what happens to little girls, when boys do things 
like that, the two older boys had fully expected the woman to 
keep her sons away from the two younger girls so they didn't get 
'knocked-up', rather than actually encourage them to try!  Jeff 
and Billy decided that their mother really WAS a perverted and 
kinky bitch . . . and they wouldn't have it any other way.  Joe 
was just too happy to know he wouldn't get in trouble for 
"playing' with his little sisters, to think of the consequences 
(after all, he was only 13).
     "So, from now on," continued Linda, expanding on the idea, 
now that she had convinced herself, "I'll expect each of you boys 
to help your little sisters out as often as you can."  All four 
older occupants of the room grinned at each other, while Jennifer 
wondered just what kind of nuts the rest of the family was?  For 
sure, she would have a LOT to talk over with her little sister 
that night.
     Having another brilliant (to HER, anyway) idea, their mother 
continued, "I'll have your father 'help out', whenever he can, 
but mainly it will be up to you three boys to teach your sisters 
about sex, and where babies come from, OK?"
     Jennifer Marshall left the room in disgust, when all three 
boys broke into another round of laughter at this.  The 
12-year-old brunette wasn't quite sure what her mother was 
talking about; except it had something to do with sex (Jenny knew 
that sex had a lot to do with the sensitive area between her legs 
that she and her little sister liked to play with, but not much 
more than that).



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     Whatever it was, the barely pubescent young girl figured 
(after her mother's instructions) that at least one of her older 
brothers WOULD show her . . . IF any of the idiots ever stopped 
laughing, that is.
     Jennifer had sensed the undercurrent of seriousness in her 
mother's voice, and figured her brothers had too.  One of them 
WOULD show her whatever it was that they all found so amusing.   
Something about 'making babies?'  Jenny remembered that her 
mother HAD promised to tell her about where babies came from, 
since it had something to do with the blood that had been making 
such a mess between her legs about once a month, until the older 
woman showed both girls how to use a "sanitary napkin" to protect 
their clothes.  Only it seems that instead of telling her 
directly, their mother had "passed the buck" on to her sons.  
Jenny hoped that whichever one of the boys showed her, had 
learned enough himself to do the job right.  She needn't have 
worried . . . all three boys had learned their lessons in "making 
a baby" very well.  In fact, even as she was arranging for her 
daughters' "lessons" in doing the same thing, a swarm of black 
wriggling tadpoles was at that moment reaching her egg in the 
race to see which one of her sons was going to be lucky.  Before 
she finished shooing the children out of the bedroom, one of the 
lusty wrigglers had expelled it's contents into the egg; locking 
out all the others; and before nightfall a developing embryo was 
drifting down her fallopian tube through the clouds of remaining 
sperm; looking for the wall of her womb to implant itself in.  It 
would be two weeks before she knew; but from that moment on, 
Linda was well and truly pregnant by her own son.  Which one of 
the boys had planted the baby in her belly wouldn't become 
obvious until years later.  Not that Linda cared; she was too 
busy arranging for her girls to enjoy the same pleasures she had, 
to care about which of the boys 'got lucky' with her.  She loved 
all three of them equally.
     That night, when she told her husband about how she had 
spent the day, the two had a frenzied lovemaking session like 
they hadn't had since 9 months before Selena was born.  George 
was barely able to remember to slip on a condom like he had 
agreed to, before filling his wife's needing vagina with thick 
prick, like none of his sons could do (yet).  Of course, it was 
no longer needed, but neither partner knew that yet.  It wouldn't 
be until the end of the month, when Linda's "curse" didn't come 
around, that they would be able to go back to having regular 
unprotected sex.  This had been the woman's price for arranging 
to make her husband's wildest fantasy come true; and thus add 
spice to what had started to become a very boring sex-life.  If 
things went as planned, after about a week there would be nothing 
"boring" about the sex-life of ANY of the Marshall family 
members.  From then on, Linda had plans in place to make sure it 
never DID become boring to any of them.
     With the success of her first two plans, Linda didn't figure 
there would be any trouble making the rest work out.  She was 
right.  That night, the third plan fell into place.





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     About two hours after George fell asleep Linda heard the 
sound she had been waiting for.  It was only a subdued <click> of 
a door closing, as one of the boys closed the door to their 
bedroom; followed a few moment's later by a second <click>, as 
the girls' bedroom door closed behind him.
     Linda could no more sleep after that, than she could force 
herself to stop what she figured was probably going on in the 
bedroom the 10 and 12 year old little girls shared.  Linda 
couldn't have fallen asleep, if she drank a whole pitcher full of 
seconal.  The woman looked over at her husband snoozing so 
soundly, and wished she could wake him up.  Only she knew it 
would be useless to try; as it might take an hour or two before 
the really "interesting" stuff started; and after blowing that 
giant wad in the condom, and then two even more erotic blowjobs 
afterwards, Linda knew her husband would be racked-out for the 
night; and probably wouldn't have any interest in sex for a day 
or two.  (Usually it would have been almost a week; seeing how 
their sex-life had deteriorated; but Linda figured (rightly) that 
all the new sexual goings-on around the house would probably 
revive her husband's sex-drive to almost the levels they had when 
they first got married.  She giggled at the memory of the two of 
them going at it like two minks for almost three years; producing 
babies almost as fast as they could make them.  Then somehow the 
thrill had waned over the years, until now they did it more out 
of a sense of "duty" to each other's horniness, than any real 
arousal by the other.
     Not that they didn't love each other, or even think the 
other was sexy.  It was just too much of the "same-old same-old" 
that was doing them in.  If they hadn't still thought of each 
other as sexy and hadn't still been in love, neither partner 
would have even thought of starting this scene with their kids; 
let alone having his or her spouse do it.  It had taken Linda and 
George two frustrating months for her to get off the pill, while 
he religiously avoided unprotected sex with her, before they 
figured the timing was right for the woman to start by seducing 
the eldest boy.  Only the thought of what they were about to do 
had increased their interest in each other; climaxing with that 
magnificent performance of her husband after hearing that his 
wife had managed to not only seduce Jeffrey, but both younger 
boys all in the same incredible afternoon.  Things were going 
along at a breakneck pace; far faster than they had originally 
intended; but Linda wasn't complaining, and neither was George.  
With any luck, the horny woman figured her husband's "problem" 
would be solved shortly, just like hers had already been.  It no 
longer looked as if it was going to take two or three weeks to 
complete their plans, like they had originally expected . . . 
Which was a relief to the woman looking down at the quietly 
snoring figure of her husband.  While oral and even anal sex can 
be marginally satisfactory, there's nothing as truly satisfying 
to a man as feeling his bare quivering prick squirting thick hot 
baby-making seed into the welcoming young belly of a fertile 
woman who not only doesn't mind if he gets her pregnant, but 
actually wants to feel his baby kicking and squirming inside her.  
Protected sex, even with the thinnest and most modern of 
"sensitive" rubbers just isn't the same.


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     After feeling all three of her sons' lusty seed squirting in 
her belly, Linda knew she wouldn't be able to resist taking her 
husband "bareback" if something didn't happen to satisfy him 
properly fairly soon.  Hopefully, the signal she was waiting for 
would be happening that very night, possibly even within the next 
hour or so.  It was.
     Barely 15 minutes after the quiet sneak of one of the boys 
down the hall, Linda heard a slight moan from the girl's bedroom, 
and knew she was home free.  You couldn't have put the woman to 
sleep by hitting her over the head with a baseball bat now.  She 
only regretted that George wasn't awake to hear.
     "Oooooohh," the moan got louder now; followed a few minutes 
later by a loud "Ow!" but no shrieks of real pain or either girl 
yelling for their mother.  Linda almost fainted with an 
unexpected orgasm; as she came for the first time in her life 
without even being touched.
     That was too much for the hot-blooded woman.  Tempted as she 
was to wake the sleeping man beside her, and tell him just what 
she thought was going on in their daughters' bedroom just down 
the hall, Linda knew the man would be just as aroused by it in 
the morning (or perhaps even more so) and MUCH more likely to be 
able to perform well enough to give her the fucking she so badly 
needed.  In the meantime, Linda knew there were at least two 
other people who were probably aware of what was going on down 
the hall, and with any luck they would probably be as open to her 
advances as it seemed her daughter was (or is that: daughters 
were?) receptive to her son's advances.
     Linda couldn't help pausing outside her little girls' 
bedroom and listen as she tiptoed down the hall.  She didn't dare 
open the door and peek inside, as even the faint light from the 
lava-lamp on the TV would be more than enough to make it obvious, 
as a line of light from the door opening would be hard for the 
occupants of the room to miss.
     The sounds coming from inside were faint, but unmistakable.  
There was a slow, rhythmic creak . . . creak . . . creak from one 
of the girls' beds, accompanied by faint moans and a shuddering, 
"OooOOoooohhhh," that was barely audible over the regular 
creaking of the bedsprings that was just too deep, slow, and 
heavy to be made by just one little girl.  Linda figured her 
daughter was getting fucked good; and wished with all her might 
that she could be in there watching.  Only she knew better.  
Tonight Linda was going to let her little girl have her first 
lover all to herself.  Maybe in a day or so the child would be 
receptive to (and horny enough to accept) the idea of having her 
sex in front of the whole family.  Tonight it would just be too 
embarrassing.
     Still shuddering with repressed need, and with a flood of 
pussy-juice running down her thigh, Linda let herself into the 
boys' bedroom.  The woman was NOT surprised to find her other two 
sons wide awake and looking at her when she entered.  The only 
slight surprise was that the missing boy was Billy, instead of 
Jeffrey, like she had expected.





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     Still, Linda knew it had been the middle boy who had first 
introduced his brothers into "playing around" with each other, so 
why was she surprised that he was the first to try seducing one 
of the girls?  Linda shrugged.  Whichever one of the older boys 
started it, she knew it wouldn't take long before all three boys 
were plugging their little sisters' holes . . . especially, with 
the encouragement she had given them all earlier.
     "C'mere boys," she said to the remaining two.  "We need to 
'get something straight between us' like your brother is doing 
with the girls."
     Nobody in the room even giggled at the pun, as the slightly 
rising sounds of passion from the adjoining room were getting 
them all too hot.  Two minutes later Linda was enjoying the 
sensation of her oldest son's prick filling her creamy slot, 
while (to her surprise but definitely NOT disgust) the younger 
one was trying to fit HIS prick into her rear.  While Linda 
didn't usually go for anal-sex, she occasionally would let George 
"use the back door" when for one reason or another she was unable 
to accommodate him normally (like "being on the rag" or the 
current situation where she didn't want him to accidentally get 
her pregnant at the wrong time).  It was actually a shock to the 
horny woman to find out that she LIKED having an extra prick 
massaging her bowels, while her cunny was kept satisfied by a 
different penis.  Linda resolve to try this with her husband more 
often; now that she had "extra" men to attend her needs.  She 
knew she would be able to enjoy even George's slightly oversized 
dong in her rear . . . at least as long as one of the boys kept 
her pussy happy.  Or the other way around.  With four horny males 
around the house, Linda almost blacked out from orgasm as the 
possibilities of the various combinations of pussy, ass, and 
mouth with four horny males occurred to her.
     Feeling his mother's vagina go into vise-like cramps around 
his swollen peter, after imagining the erotic things going on in 
the next room for almost half an hour, was too much for Jeff.  
The 16-year old began spouting thick white gobs of baby-making 
seed in his mother's womb, while his little brother sent thick 
gouts of boyish sperm up her behind, in counterpoint.
     Afterwards, all three incestuous lovers just rolled over 
side-by-side, with both boys' half-rampant penis' still stuck in 
their mother's tightly squeezing holes.  As they fell asleep like 
this, with both of her son's pricks still leaking occasional 
drops of precious sperm in her body, Linda was vaguely aware of 
one last shuddering moan coming from the next room; seeming to be 
two voices (or was that three) groaning out simultaneous release.  
Billy never did return to his brothers' bedroom that night, while 
Linda didn't slip back into her husband's bed until after she 
took her usual 5:00 AM piss, combined this morning with a 
cleansing douche, so she didn't make as big a mess of their bed, 
as she figured she had already done to the boys'.  Changing 
bedding on one bed a day was enough for the aging washer in the 
basement.






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     George only woke up, when the delicious smells of coffee and 
bacon made it impossible to remain in bed.  The man grabbed a 
loose robe, slippers, and nothing else, and headed down to join 
the rest of the family before the delicious smells faded away, 
and he had to settle for cold cereal and milk.  Linda did NOT put 
up with breakfast latecomers.  If you didn't eat her cooking when 
it was hot, then somebody else would.
     Settling into place with a plate of scrambled-eggs, bacon 
and toast, while a delicious cup of his wife's wonderful coffee 
sent an aroma into his nostrils that was ambrosial, George became 
aware that he seemed to be the center of some interest to his 
four kids.  Obviously he had interrupted their conversation, and 
it seemed that at least one of them wanted to say something.  
George raised his eyebrows as a "go-ahead" since he was otherwise 
too occupied in getting his mouth around breakfast.
     "Daddy," said Selena, "Billy fucked me last night."
     "MmmMmph.  Tha's nise," her father mumbled around the half 
sandwich of toast, scramble-eggs, and bacon he was trying to 
ingest.  If George was surprised or even shocked at the little 
10-year-old's statement, he never showed it.  While it WAS 
somewhat of a surprise to find out the younger girl had started 
having sex with her big brother first, George fully expected both 
girls to be having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with all 
three of the boys before the week was out . . . and hopefully, 
with someone else too.  Still, it was up to the girls who they 
slept with (and/or had sex with) not him.  Nobody in HIS house 
was going to get raped.  "Did you like it?" he asked; once his 
mouth was empty enough to speak clearly.  He wanted to be 
absolutely sure about that previous detail.
     "Uh . . . Well . . . I guess."  This was NOT the reaction 
either girl had expected from their father.  Ranting, raving, or 
sheer disbelief, yes.  Calm acceptance didn't fit their picture 
of the world.  I mean fathers just don't let older sons fuck 
their own little sisters; leaving great gobs of thick white baby-
making seed soaking in his little girls' cute little tummies.  I 
mean, they just DON'T.
     "But he . . . he . . . he DID it to her," Jenny's objection 
seemed to be more emphatic than her little sister's.  Somehow 
George got the impression that it was the older girl raising all 
the fuss.  Selena seemed to be completely unconcerned that she 
was carrying enough of her big brother's sperm in her tight 
little belly to keep her pregnant for the next 20 years.
     "Did he cum in you?" he asked; trying to verify the older 
girl's accusation, and his own suspicions.
     "Uhuh.  He came in me twice, Daddy.  Billy fucked me REAL 
good!"  The 10-year-old brunette sounded much more confident now, 
once she saw her father didn't seem to be getting angry at her 
having real sex with her big brother, like her big sister had 
seemed to think he would be.
     "But what if he . . . what if she . . . ?"  Jennifer left 
the question dangling, as if she just couldn't bear to complete 
the thought.





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     ". . . gets pregnant?  Has a baby?" completed her mother, as 
she brought another big plate of eggs, and slid it on the table.  
"Don't be silly . . . Selena's only 10 years old, and didn't 
start having periods until a couple of months ago.  Besides, even 
if she does, that's just a chance your little sister is going to 
have to take, if she's going to be fucking her own brothers."  
Linda seemed to be as unconcerned about the possibility of her 
child having a baby, as she was about the chances of it raining 
the next day.
     "But . . . But . . ." the older girl seemed stonkered by her 
mother's response.  Fucking your own brother didn't seem to 
bother her, but she had REALLY expected her mother to draw the 
line at having one of the boys get her little sister pregnant.  
"But aren't you going to put her on the 'pill' or something . . . 
or at least make HIM wear something?" she asked, in astonishment.
     "No . . . that's up to them," her mother replied calmly.  
"Besides, even you are too young to put on the pill . . . Doctors 
don't prescribe them until you're at least 14, and I'm not sure I 
want either of you using hormones like that, until you're both at 
least 16, and have finished puberty."
     "But what if I get pregnant," the 12-year-old asked; not 
seeming to notice that the discussion had somehow turned from her 
little sister having a baby, to what might happen to HER body, if 
she followed the little girl's example.
     "As I said, that's up to you kids," replied her mother.  "If 
you're going to be fucking your own brothers, then that's just 
one of the chances you'll have to take.  By the same token, I'm 
NOT going to make your brothers wear condoms, if they don't want 
to.  It's up to them.  You know you don't have to fuck ANYBODY, 
if you don't want to, now do you?"
     Somehow her mother made it seem all so simple.  Only Jenny 
knew that after watching her little sister get royally screwed 
the night before, she would NOT be able to resist the advances of 
whichever one of the older boys approached her first.  Even if it 
was her own father that asked her right then, Jenny knew she 
would only make a token resistance, before climbing on his lap 
and getting him to squirt her tight little cunny as full of thick 
white baby-juice, as her older brother had filled Selena's tight 
little hole the night before.  And she wouldn't ask him to wear a 
rubber, either.  Still, the very thought of getting pregnant and 
feeling her big brother's (or father's) baby kicking and 
squirming inside her, was too scary to imagine.  Or was that too 
horny to imagine?  Jennifer found her panties were soaking wet at 
what SHOULD have been a thoroughly disgusting and scary 
thought . . . Oh to feel her own father or big brother's baby 
inside her tummy, to know that the man she had loved since she 
was a baby, loved her enough to plant HIS baby in his own sister 
or daughter's womb . . . . Jennifer blushed and wondered just how 
much of that fantasy she had mentioned, and where she had gotten 
it from.  Jenny knew that if she didn't stop before she started, 
then she would be truly and royally fucked, with her own 
relative's baby making bulges in her tummy before the summer was 
over.




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     The worst part was knowing she couldn't resist; not after 
seeing her little sister straining in an orgasm like Jenny never 
had, underneath their big brother the night before.  Jenny knew 
that even if her father or brothers didn't approach her, that 
after a few times of watching scenes like that, she would be 
begging THEM to fuck her, cum in her, put their seed in her womb, 
and yes even knock her up.  But Jenny also knew that little girls 
just weren't supposed to like things like that!
     Only the calm acceptance of her younger sister seemed to put 
the lie to all that Jenny ever thought she had learned in school 
about sex and who and when and where, and with who you should 
have it.
     Looking around at her whole family staring expectantly at 
her, the 12-year-old gave up.  It was obvious that they all 
didn't see anything wrong with what they were doing, and she 
would only spoil things if she was "odd-man-out."  Jenny sighed 
and wondered if maybe SHE was the one with the wrong concept of 
things.  It was almost with relief that she sighed and said, "OK, 
I guess.  Maybe you're right."
     It was SUCH a relief to make that statement; especially when 
the whole family started smiling and looking happy again; now 
that they weren't worried about how she would take it.  Jenny 
wondered if she was expected to ask her brothers for sex, or if 
they would ask her first?  The previous night Billy had just 
somehow ended up in her little sister's bed; taking the little 
girl's virginity and fucking her almost through the mattress, 
without even a word being said between anybody.  It was only in 
the morning when Jenny had been helping her two siblings clean up 
the bloody sheets, that she had second thoughts about even 
letting the two of them continue; let alone refusing her older 
brother if he had come-on to her, instead of her little sister.  
Linda stopped the child's mental rambling, as she indicated the 
way things would probably go from then on.
     "Now that THAT is settled," she said; getting everybody's 
attention, "I don't want any of you boys leaving either of the 
girls out of your games any more . . . understand?"  At the half-
hearted nods and slightly quizzical looks from her offspring, she 
continued, "Jeff, Billy, and Joey, I want each of you to promise 
you'll 'practice making a baby' in each of your sisters at least 
once a day, and preferably twice.  I'll still help each of you 
'practice' whenever I can, but I don't want any of you neglecting 
either of your little sisters on my account."
     There was a vague chorus of agreement from the three boys.  
All of them were too amazed at their mother's bald notion of them 
"practicing" making a baby in their little sisters, to be more 
emphatic.
     "But what if . . . what if one of us DOES get pregnant?"  
Jennifer tried to inject one last mote of sanity into the 
discussion.
     "I wouldn't worry about it," their mother dismissed the 
idea.  "It'll probably be at least a year or two before you get 
pregnant, and even longer for your little sister.  We'll worry 
about that, when your pants start getting tight.  In the 
meantime, you both can feel your big brothers trying to get you 
pregnant as often as you want."


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     "Nobody is going to get mad if either of you 'catch' a 
little early," she continued, "and nobody will be horribly 
disappointed if it takes several years before either of you show 
up with a big tummy, either.  If you do, you do; and if you 
don't, you don't.   OK?"
     Jennifer was so astonished at her own parents' complete lack 
of concern as to whether either of their daughters got knocked-up 
by her own father or brother she shut up.  If it didn't bother 
them one way or the other, then why should she worry?  It wasn't 
as if SHE would have to pay the doctor bills, or support any kids 
her little sister had.  Or even any kids she had either.  Jenny 
knew quite well that any children she had while she stayed at 
home would just be taken in by her mother and father as one of 
their children.  She and Selena would just have another brother 
or sister.  So why was she getting so uneasy about the whole 
idea?  It wasn't HER worry; it was her mother's.
     Everything seemed so Topsy-Turvy to the girl.  Things were 
inside-out, upside-down, and backwards.  Instead of warning their 
kids against having unprotected sex and getting pregnant, or 
worrying about it and having the kids take precautions, her 
parents actually seemed to be encouraging them to TRY; as if they 
would be delighted to find out that either of their little girls 
was in a family way, and carrying her own brother's baby inside 
her.  Her mother's next instruction left little doubt in Jenny's 
mind that this was true.
     "Now just because you have permission to fuck your brothers 
whenever you want to, I don't want either of you girls pressuring 
any of them to have sex with you or to get you pregnant, if 
that's what you want.  Just like you, it's up to each one of your 
brothers to decide if he wants to become a father or not.  If 
either of you girls REALLY decides you need it, and none of your 
brothers are available, then your father has agreed to fuck 
either or both of you and even get you pregnant, any time you 
want him to.  So you don't have to rely on your brothers, if they 
don't want to have sex when you're in the middle of your periods.  
By the same token, I'll always be available to the boys, any time 
they need or want a little extra sex; so you girls don't have to 
worry about your brothers having to "do without" if you can't 
fuck them because you're "at the wrong time of month" or 
something.  I don't want ANY of you kids pressuring any of the 
others for sex, or trying to force each other into doing 
something that they don't want to do.  Understand?"
     Linda looked seriously at all five kids, until each of them 
had nodded.  Privately Jenny thought to herself that to some 
extent her mother was pressuring both her and Selena to have sex.  
Then she looked at the eager happy face of her little sister, and 
remembered the way the little girl had almost clawed at their big 
brother's back the night before; trying to get the older boy to 
plant his incestuous seed as far up inside her tight little slit 
as she could.  Well . . . maybe her parents weren't forcing her 
little sister to do anything the cute little slut wouldn't have 
been trying to do on her own, after all.





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     As for Jennifer herself . . . Jenny suddenly realized with a 
burst of horniness that if her mother hadn't given her 
"permission" to fuck her brothers, she would have felt terribly 
left-out, disappointed, and slightly neglected, or even abused, 
if she had found out her little sister was being "allowed" to 
"get it on" with their father and/or big brothers.  Maybe her 
mother WAS just "trying to be fair" with her, instead of trying 
to pressure her daughter into doing something the girl really 
didn't want to do otherwise.
     Maybe that was it.  Jenny hated to be pushed into 
anything . . . even things she would normally do on her own.  
Heck, thinking about it, Jennifer figured that if her mother had 
been TRYING to keep her 12-year-old daughter a virgin, Jenny 
would most likely have been sneaking naked into her big brothers' 
bedroom a year or two earlier!  It was only recently though, that 
the urges to get one of the older boys to "scratch the itch" 
between her legs by sliding his prick right up inside her, had 
grown great enough to make the little pre-teenaged tart start 
thinking of starting things herself.
     Maybe that was why she was so disgruntled . . . seeing her 
big brother climb in bed with their little sister, and then 
watching the older boy give the little kid the sex Jennifer had 
just started to want, instead of trying to stuff HER horny little 
box with incestuous prick, had made the older girl jealous.  
Jennifer finally admitted to herself that she was horny too!  
Even so, Jenny knew deep down inside herself, the real reason 
Billy had "taken" Selena instead of her.  If the older boy had 
even tried climbing into bed with her, Jenny would probably have 
felt as if she was being "forced" and probably would have yelled 
the house down; screaming "RAPE!" or something like that.  Jenny 
had to admit that her big brother was smarter than his looks gave 
him credit for.
     Jennifer sighed, as she realized how much she had painted 
herself in a corner, by resisting anything others wanted for her, 
even if it was good.  It seemed the whole family knew her better 
than she knew herself.  Jenny decided that THIS time she was NOT 
going to miss out on all the fun her siblings were having, just 
to satisfy her own stubbornness.  This time she WAS going to join 
in, and she'd like to see any of her siblings try to stop her!
     While Jennifer was thinking about this, and making her big 
decision, the older woman in question turned to the three older 
boys, as if the girl's earlier question had no bearing on what 
they were doing.  "Now I want all three of you boys to promise 
both Jenny and Selena that you'll do your best get each of them 
pregnant as often as you can, so they can both feel what it's 
like.  OK?"
     With this, the older woman looked expectantly at all five of 
her offspring until she had gotten promises from all three boys.  
At the same time, Jennifer had given up her internal battle with 
herself.  From now on, the little girl knew that all three of her 
brothers would be doing everything a boy can to father a child on 
both her and her little sister, while she and the younger girl 
would be doing everything in THEIR power to see to it that the 
boys succeeded.  Jennifer wasn't even shocked or surprised by her 
mother's final comment.


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     "Now that THAT is settled," said the older woman with 
satisfaction, "I'll expect all three of you boys to try and 
impregnate each of your little sisters at least twice a day.  
Your father will help out whenever he can, but it's mainly going 
to be up to the three of you to knock your sisters up.  After 
all, your father is just one man, while you're still three horny 
boys.  I'll still help you 'practice' whenever I can; especially 
if your sisters are unavailable, but mainly I expect you boys to 
do most of your practice with the girls."  The horny woman 
grinned at her three sons, who grinned back.  This was going to 
seem like Heaven to the three oversexed boys, who had previously 
been limited to jacking-off, and occasionally playing with each 
other.  "On the other hand," she continued with a grin, "I'll 
expect each of you boys to take 'refresher courses' with me at 
least twice a week, so I can be sure you'll be giving your little 
sisters the proper attention they deserve."
     "Yes, Mom."  This time there was complete agreement from all 
three boys.  Not one of the family members really thought the 
boys would need any kind of reminders about how to impregnate the 
girls, but this excuse to have them fuck their mother on a 
regular basis was as good as any, wasn't it?  There was a round 
of giggles, but nobody objected.
     "Well, what are you waiting for?" Linda asked; then stopped 
the general rush to strip the clothes off the two girls.  
"No . . . Chores first!" she almost had to yell over the rush, 
"THEN you can play with your sisters.  Boys, since your sisters 
are going to be busy 'helping' you, from now on, I want you all 
to help THEM with THEIR chores, OK?"
     Once again, all three boys nodded.  For the chance to fuck 
their sisters whenever they wanted to, the boys would gladly have 
taken over ALL of the two younger girls' chores . . . in fact, 
eventually they did just that; taking turns doing chores, while 
taking alternate turns 'doing' their little sisters.  But that 
would come later.  IN the meantime . . .
     "In the meantime," said Linda, "since the boys are all busy 
right now, why don't you girls ask your father to 'help out.'  
I'm sure George would be just as happy to teach either of you 
girls 'how to make a baby' as any of the boys would."  She looked 
expectantly at the two pre-teenaged little girls.  If they 
accepted THIS, then her plans would be complete . . . if not, 
then Linda figured she would have a LOT to make up to her 
husband.
     "Oh.  WOULD you Daddy?!" squealed Selena with delight.  The 
thought of how her father was going to fit his enormous dong in 
her tight little slit didn't seem to bother the little 
10-year-old in the slightest.
     "One down, one to go," thought Linda; waiting for her eldest 
daughter's response.
     After her earlier decision, it only took Jenny about 15 
seconds to make up her mind.  The older girl knew that from her 
mother and father's hopeful looks that they would both be 
TERRIBLY disappointed if she said, "No," but also knew that 
neither one would pressure her into saying, "Yes," like she 
figured her brothers might.



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     "Daddy," said Jennifer; looking her father straight in the 
eye, so he could see she meant it, "Will you teach me how to make 
a baby, just like the boys do?"  The look of relief and love in 
her mother's face made any possible pain or future troubles she 
might have as a result seem to be worth it.  Jennifer Marshall 
loved her mother . . . almost as much as she loved the man who 
would shortly be planting his baby in her tummy.  Unlike her 
little sister, who didn't seem to know or care whether she was or 
even could get pregnant, Jenny knew she was just as fertile as 
her mother was.
     Ten minutes later the 12-year-old was gasping in pleasure, 
as her father showed her that foreplay was NOT a lost art among 
grownups, and almost 20 minutes after that she was gasping in 
orgasm for the second time, as the older man filled her womb with 
his seed.  By the time George had finished working the little 
girl up and taken her cherry, everybody else had finished their 
chores, and had gathered around the big bed to watch.  By then, 
Jenny had cum once on her father's fingers and tongue, and once 
with his big prick throbbing insistently in her belly.  The 
little girl was already getting excited for the third time, when 
George "lost it" and began spasming her belly full of gob after 
thick white gob of her own father's cum.  Millions of little 
black sperm started on the long eight-inch journey from his 
prostate to his daughter's ovaries, in search of the little 12 
year old girl's waiting eggs.  A second later millions more 
joined the first group of tiny wrigglers in a second surge.  
Three, then four times George grunted; while driving his prick as 
far up in his daughter's needing little tunnel as he could.  
Squirt after squirt, jet after thick white jet of incestuous cum 
splashed into the child's vagina and up against her uterus.  Only 
a few hundred thousand of the millions of sperm trying made it 
through the child's cervix and on into her womb, and only a 
fraction of those made it to her fallopian tubes . . . but only 
one was necessary.  They were never sure . . . after the orgy 
that took place during the following week, but the whole family 
figured the barely pubescent girl got knocked-up that first time 
by her father.  This wasn't only because he was first; but 
because after that erotically sensual exhibition, not one of the 
boys wanted to spoil Jenny's pleasure of her first time.  So the 
whole family trooped out; leaving the two incestuous lovers to 
remain mated for almost the entire morning, and then George 
repeated the process in the afternoon, only this time with just 
the two of them in the bedroom.
     It wasn't until the next day, that the mismatched couple 
became aware of the almost continuous orgy going on around them, 
and joined in; with George taking his youngest daughter like a 
dog takes a bitch in heat, while Jenny "tried on" the prick that 
had given her little sister so much pleasure that night almost a 
day and a half earlier.  To her surprise, the 14-year-old was 
almost as good a lover as his father, and could squirt even more 
sperm inside her tight little cunny than the older man could.  
She was also surprised to see her 10-year-old little sister take 
their father's oversized (as mentioned earlier) dong up into her 
tight little cunny, not only without objecting, but with what 
seemed to be pleasure.


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     Only the fact that her father seemed to only be able to get 
a little over five of his seven-and-a-half inches of thick fat 
prick in her little sister gave Jennifer any satisfaction, as the 
younger girl seemed quite as capable of squeezing every drop of 
their father's sperm into her tight little tummy as Jenny could.  
Well, small satisfactions like that in sibling rivalry, are what 
keeps the syndrome from becoming all-out war.  Selena still had 
the satisfaction of knowing she was the first of the two girls to 
entertain any of the men's sperm in her cute little tummy, while 
Jenny had the pleasure of knowing SHE at least was the first to 
feel their father's seed wriggling it's way up in her womb; 
getting her pregnant with her own father's baby, like she had 
dreamed about.
     Linda?  She was the smuggest one of all three women; knowing 
she had her own son's baby growing inside her, her eldest 
daughter had her husband's baby similarly safely tucked away in 
HER cute little tummy, and all three girls were fucking all four 
men at the drop of a pair of panties.  If, (when) Selena got 
pregnant as well, they would all have yet another thing to 
celebrate about.  Linda wasn't worried.  She knew that as long as 
all four of the men she loved kept the little girl's tummy filled 
with their sperm, then it would only be a matter of time before 
the little girl caught.  Linda only had to wait.  In the 
meantime, watching the friendly competition to see which one of 
her four men DID plant a baby in the child's cute little tummy, 
was always enough to get the older woman almost excited enough to 
rape one of the men herself.  Only she never did, of course; as 
raping one of those horny studs would have been impossible . . . 
they would have been too darned willing for it to be rape.  By 
now Linda was getting more sex from each of the boys (and her 
husband too!) than she ever had gotten from him alone in the past 
two years.  In fact, she was getting more sex in total, even with 
both horny daughter's vying for their sperm, than she had gotten 
from her oversexed husband on their honeymoon, when she had 
wondered if she had married a satyr.  And her previously 
sexually-bored husband WAS acting like a satyr; fucking each 
daughter at least twice a day, just like her brothers, and still 
having enough left over to fuck his sexy wife once or twice a day 
as well.
     "All-in-all," thought Linda; rubbing her daughter's bulging 
belly, while enjoying the feeling of the child squirming inside; 
and the little girl returned the favor by rubbing HER bulging 
belly, "I think things worked out pretty well . . . considering."  
Considering what she had originally planned, was entirely 
different.  But that, like so many such thoughts, is a different 
story.











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