                              Rats!
                         An Erotic Story

     "Michael Jordon Finster!  What DO you think you are doing?"
     Rats!  If there's one thing guaranteed to let you know 
you're in trouble, it's when your parent uses your full name.  I 
knew I was in deep trouble.  Not that I really needed the name to 
know that.
     I mean, when you're caught 3/4 naked (just a towel) outside 
your big sister's bedroom, jacking off, you don't need the house 
to fall on you, to know you're in deep weeds.  At the time, I 
almost wished the house HAD fallen in.
     When you're the only boy in a house full of women, sexual 
curiosity is the norm.  (Aw heck.  My friends, some of who are 
only-child boys, tell me they have the same problem.  I guess 
interest in the opposite sex is normal for ANY teenaged boy.  So, 
I was just normal.)  Anyway, normal or not, you don't want to get 
caught.  I just had.
     The way I figure it, Marsha WANTED me to see her playing 
with herself.  For the past month or so, it had seemed like every 
one of my sisters was doing everything she could to tease me 
sexually.  From running down the hall in just panties and bra, to 
"accidentally" leaving the bathroom door open when taking a 
shower.  (AND the shower-curtain not fully pulled.)
     Lately, my big sister Marsha had started playing with 
herself in the afternoons, when Mother wasn't around.  Last week, 
she had almost caught me listening at her door, and after that, 
instead of being more discreet, she had been leaving her door 
open just a crack when she did it.  I guess she was trying to 
make it look like an accident, but I think she really WANTED me 
to watch her do it.
     Since the first time I spied on her, I figure she must have 
said something to the other girls, because the teasing I used to 
get, had escalated tremendously.  The previous night, my little 
sister Judy had come over and sat on my lap, wearing nothing but 
a pair of cotton panties, and a smile.
     Judy doesn't really have tits yet, so she doesn't wear a 
bra.  Heck, Marsha doesn't really need a bra, and she's 16.  No, 
I don't mean she's flat-chested.  My big sister has one of the 
nicest set of knockers you ever did see.  It's just that they are 
so nice and firm, and not oversized, that she could get by even 
in the swimming-pool without a top on.  In fact, she sometimes 
does.
     Mother has never insisted that any of the girls wear a top, 
as long as it's just us "family" in the pool.  Back where we 
live, you can't see the back yard through the trees anyway.
     Now that I think of it, Marsha has probably been going 
without a top, just to tease me too!  Now that I think, I'm sure 
of it.  She always wears a top, when other girls come over; even 
when she knows it's just girls.  As I said, I think ALL of my 
sisters were trying to "get a rise" out of me.






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     Well, they had succeeded more than once.  More than once?  
Who am I trying to kid?  I had sent more sperm into a towel in my 
bedroom at night, dreaming I was squirting it in the willing 
holes of one or the other of my sisters, than I care to admit.  
Whatever. . . It seemed like gallons.
     A couple of nights before, Cathy had barged in on me in the 
bathroom, just as I was getting out of the shower.  The little 
girl was completely naked herself, as she nonchalantly slipped 
into the shower, rubbing her little butt against my leg as she 
stepped in.  I had felt like climbing back in the shower, and 
showing my little sister "the facts of life" right there.  Still, 
you don't rape your own little sister.  Now, I wonder if I 
shouldn't have done it anyway.
     At 10 years old, Cathy isn't as sexy as her big sisters, but 
she still has a cute enough body to give me a permanent hard-on.
     I went back into my room afterwards, and had to take yet 
another shower when I came out, after working myself up to three 
cum-squirting orgasms; imagining that I was filling the cute 
little girl so full of my incestuous seed, that she would be 
having babies for the next ten years.
     When I came out of the bedroom, Cathy was just getting OUT 
of the shower, as I got back in.
     Bare-naked and dripping, the little girl stopped me; gave me 
a big hug, while ignoring the fact that we were both naked; said, 
"Thank you," and left.  I never DID figure out what she thanked 
me for.  I had to jack off AGAIN, in the shower this time.
     As I said, all four of my sisters seemed to be in on it.  
Hardly an hour passed, when I didn't see one scantily clad body 
or another.  With four sisters teasing me, from Marsha at 16, 
(two years older than me,) Ginger at 12, Cathy at 10, and Judy at 
7, I was almost a walking hard-on.  It seemed that once they knew 
I liked to look at them, they all decided they liked me to look.  
Which led up to the trouble I was in.
     I had known my big sister masturbated before.  Heck, when 
Mother taught us about sex, and where babies came from, she had 
told us about masturbation, and let us know it was normal, almost 
expected behavior, when you reached a certain age.  Well, first 
Marsha had reached that age, then about two years ago, I had.  
Neither of us had thought anything about it at first.  Until last 
week.
     Now, here I was, caught with my "pants down", peeking on my 
older sister while she got her rocks off.  Oh shit!  I turned to 
face my mother.  Oh double shit!  It wasn't just my mother, it 
was all three of my other sisters too!  Talk about getting caught 
"en flagrente delicto."
     "Well," Mother huffed, "I'm ashamed of you.  Standing out 
here in the hall, jacking off, while your big sister so obviously 
needs you.  Didn't you learn ANYTHING I taught you about sex?  Or 
do you just like to tease your big sister?  Shame on you!"
     "Huh?" I responded weakly.  ME teasing MARSHA?  I hadn't 
even thought of it that way.  Here I thought she was teasing ME!  
I started to mumble something to that effect, but Mother didn't 
give me a chance.




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     "Now you get in there, and apologize to your big sister, 
before I give you what for!"  With this, Mother gave me a shove 
through the open door to the room that Marsha shared with Ginny.  
Somehow, I ended up in my sisters' bedroom, stark-naked, as my 
mother had appropriated the towel.
     "WELL?" my mother prompted sternly.
     I was so embarrassed, I wanted to melt down in a puddle on 
the floor.  Still, I did my best.  "I'm sorry, Marsha," I 
stammered.  "I didn't mean to. . ."  I wasn't quite sure what my 
mother wanted me to apologize for. . . Peeking, surely.  But 
teasing?  Mother never gave me the chance to finish anyway.
     "Not THAT way," she said, disgustedly.  "Do it properly!  
Get up there on the bed, and SHOW your big sister you didn't mean 
to tease her."
     "Huh?" My astonishment was echoed by Marsha's.
     Mother sighed with exasperation.
     "Your big sister is lying there, almost dying of sexual 
frustration and you're out in the hall wasting your sperm in some 
grubby old towel," she said.  "Now I want you to get up there and 
show Marsha you didn't mean to tease her, by letting her have 
what she wants so badly."
     "Huh?" again from both Marsha and me.  I don't know which of 
us was more astonished.  Surely Mother didn't want me to. . . 
to. . . to. . .
     Mother lost all patience.  "Get up there, and put your cock 
in your sister's hole, before I lose all patience," she 
explained.  "YES, idiot!  I said fuck your sister!  Can't you see 
she needs it?"
     Oh.  Both Marsha and I looked at each other with open 
mouths.  Still, when Mother opened HER mouth to let us have it 
again, I hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, where my big sister 
was lying, legs spread, with just a flimsy nightie that only 
covered her shoulders.  Catching Mother's glare, she spread her 
legs even wider, to allow me to climb between them.
     Two seconds later, my cum-dribbling cock was touching the 
open hole between my sister's thighs; and one second after that, 
I felt my prick slide into the hot sweet hole of my own sister.
     OOOHHH!  Did that feel Goood!  I almost came at the very 
first touch.
     "Oooh!" echoed Marsha.  Her hands reached out to grab me, as 
I reached for her.  "I'm sorry I teased you," I said, and heard 
Marsha say the same thing, at the same time.
     We both giggled.  Damn it felt good inside her.
     The feeling was so intense, that I hunched forward 
involuntarily; trying to drive even more of my swollen prick up 
inside my big sister.  Neither one of us was more than 
peripherally aware of our mother and three sisters watching every 
incestuous move we made.
     "Ow!" said Marsha.  For being all of two whole years older 
than I was, and having unmercifully teased me for the last two 
years, my big sister was a virgin!
     "You have to break it," observed Mother.
     At my hesitation, (I didn't really want to hurt my sister.) 
Mother said, "Now!" and gave me a glare that mad it plain that 
she was going to brook no arguments from either of us.


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     I looked at Marsha; she looked back at me, and shrugged.  So 
I did it.  It was the most natural thing in the world, to hunch 
forward, sinking my prick into the hot wet hole between my 
sister's legs.  There was a straining moment, then I felt the 
membrane tear around my prick, and slide down past the glans.
     More and more of my swollen cock sank into my sister, as I 
was almost overcome with the devastatingly erotic sensation of 
having my own sister's vagina sliding onto my penis.  Still. . .
     "I'm sorry," I said.  It was hard to be as sorry as I wanted 
to be though.  Even though the last thing I wanted, was to cause 
my big sister pain, the feeling of her hot wet hole massaging my 
prick was too good to let me feel very guilty.  Wow!  Did that 
feel good!
     "I'm sorry too," Mother apologized, "but Mike had to break 
your cherry, if he's going to fuck you properly."
     "Now Mike, I want you to be careful," she continued to me.  
"Your big sister's not on the pill, and her period was just a 
little over a week ago.  You COULD be getting her pregnant right 
now."
     "Oh shit!" I said.  "I'd better pull out."  The sucking heat 
of my big sister's vagina didn't seem to want to let go, but 
Marsha knew the dangers of letting me cum inside her, just as 
much as I did.  Reluctantly, we started to pull apart.
     "Don't you DARE!" said Mother.
     "Huh?" again my big sister and I showed our brilliance. . . 
NOT.
     "I said, 'Don't you dare,'" repeated Mother.  "How's Mike 
going to learn what it's like to make a baby, if he pulls out, 
the first time he gets inside a girl?"
     I was listening with openmouthed astonishment.  It had been 
amazing enough to find out my mother actually wanted me to FUCK 
my big sister.  NOW, it sounded like she WANTED me to knock her 
up, too!
     "But Momma!" wailed my sister; using a name for Mother that 
she hadn't used since she was younger than I am.  "What if I get 
pregnant?"
     Mother looked at my big sister sternly, and reminded her of 
how she had been lying on the bed jacking off, so her little 
brother could watch.  "That's just a chance you'll have to take, 
won't you," she replied.
     I had been half-sitting there on my haunches, with my prick 
half-in, and half-out of my sister, while this exchange took 
place.  Mother turned her glare back on me.  "Well," she 
prompted.  "You'd better get it ALL the way up inside your 
sister, if you're going to try getting her pregnant.  You 
probably won't be able to do it this time, but I'm sure that if 
you practice often enough, you'll do a good job."
     Oh shit.  Mother DID want me to impregnate my big sister.
     The thought was too stimulating.  I could no more resist the 
idea, than I could resist a tidal-wave.  With a grunt, I sank the 
full length of my prick in my big sister's belly.
     With a slight cry, Marsha suddenly grabbed me, and humped 
back at me just as hard.




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     Within two minutes, I lost control, and spurted wad after 
thick sticky wad of incestuous cum in my sister's incredibly hot 
sweet hole.  Jamming our crotches together, we both did our best 
to plant my seed as far up in her womb as we could.  Mother's 
encouragement of, "That's it. . . You've got to squirt it as far 
up inside your sister as you can, if you're going to get her 
pregnant," was ignored until we were both finished anyway.
     As I came down from the incredible high of my first sex with 
a real girl, I slowly became aware of the shudders of my big 
sister underneath me.  Marsha was just finishing HER first climax 
with a real man inside her; pumping her sexy little belly full of 
baby-making cum.  It must have been as big a thrill to her, as it 
was to me.
     Eventually it ended.  About two minutes later, not even my 
big sister's hot little hole squeezing on my prick could keep it 
erect any more, and it came out with an obscene "slurp".
     Mother looked at both of us.  Me, lying there with my limp 
prick dripping one last white sticky drop of cum, while Marsha 
lay there with a matching drop slowly oozing out of her 
no-longer-virginal crack.
     "So," she said.  Now you both know what the real thing is 
like.  Did you like it?"
     Both Marsha and I were to exhausted to do more than barely 
groan in agreement.
     "Good," said Mother.  "From now on Michael, I want you to 
'practice' making a baby in your big sister, at least once a 
day."
     Oh SHIT, what a line.  It sounded like some sophomore-boy's 
idea of a wet-dream sex-story than reality.  (I learned later, 
that it was just that.  Mother had stolen the tag-line from just 
such a story.)
     I didn't even have a chance to agree, or more likely gasp in 
amazement, when my mother turned to Ginger and told her, "Now I 
want you to tell me if Mike doesn't come in here and fuck your 
big sister at least once a day."
     Ginny's eyes opened in amazement.  It had been one thing, to 
see her big sister get "what for" for teasing me.  Now, it looked 
like she could get in trouble for something she had nothing to do 
with.  After all, she couldn't be expected to monitor her older 
siblings' comings and goings.
     "Mother!" she complained, "that's not FAIR!"
     Mother thought it over, then suddenly agreed.  "You're 
right," she said.
     Ginny relaxed for a moment, until Mother continued, "It's 
not fair to have to watch Mike getting your big sister pregnant, 
and not get anything out of it yourself."
     Mother turned away from my little sister's gaping mouth, and 
turned to me.
     "Michael, you'll just have to take care of Ginny too.  I'm 
sorry but, you'll have to practice making a baby in HER, at least 
once a week, as well."






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     By now, I had started to figure things out.  Mother WANTED 
me to fuck my sisters.  Yes, and she even seemed to want me to 
get them pregnant too!  What a sexy thing to happen to a 
perennially horny teenaged boy.  If this was just another wet-
dream, I hoped I never woke up.
     I decided to test my hypothesis a little further.
     "What about Cathy and Judy," I was going to ask, when Mother 
stopped me with a final injunction that seemed to answer my 
question without my asking it.
     "From now on Mike," she told me firmly, "I don't want to 
EVER catch you jacking off in the hallway.  At LEAST, not as long 
as you have 4 healthy sisters to take care of you, anyway."
     Cathy and Judy looked startled for a moment, then resigned.
     I guess after seeing the firm way Mother had dealt with 
Marsha, they knew that objections would only get them in deeper 
trouble.  After a bit, I noticed a smile forming first on Judy's 
face; followed shortly thereafter by one on Cathy.
     I wondered I my 7-year-old little sister actually liked the 
idea of fucking her big brother.  I wondered if it was even 
possible.  Still, the thought of the little girl's incredibly 
tight little hole squeezing the sperm out of my prick, was 
getting me hard all over again.
     Ginny noticed it first.  "Oh my God!" she said quietly to 
herself.  Only everyone heard her, as we had all stopped talking 
by then.
     Mother followed Ginny's eyes to my swelling prick, as did 
Judy and Cathy.
     "Oh good," she sighed with relief.  "You won't have to wait 
after all.  Ginny, you get up there on the bed with your big 
brother, and start your practicing right now."
     "But Mother!" started Ginny.  Somehow I don't think she had 
really believed that Mother really wanted me to fuck her too.  
Not even after seeing me take her big sister's virginity.  I 
mean, mothers just don't HAVE their teenaged boys fuck their 
sisters and get them pregnant, do they?  Well, Mother did.
     "Now!" said Mother, in that tone of hers, that brooks no 
arguments.
     In less than a minute, my little sister was lying on the 
bed, as naked as her big sister, and I was approaching her tight 
little vagina with a prick that felt hard enough to split rocks.  
TWO virgins in one day!  And both of them my own sexy sisters, 
that I had been having wet-dreams about for months. . . years 
even.
     Ginny was tighter than Marsha.  I guess that being younger 
had something to do with it.  Still, that didn't stop me.  This 
time, knowing what was going to happen, I swabbed my leaking 
prick up and down my little sister's hole, and then shoved it all 
the way up inside her, with one big push.
     Ginny didn't have more than a second to say "Ow," before we 
were fucking like we had been doing it for years.
     Ginny may not be as hot and wet and slippery as her big 
sister, but she's definitely tighter, and she seemed to enjoy 
fucking just as much or more than Marsha did.




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     This time, there was no false-starts, or worries about me 
getting her pregnant.  We both knew that I might be planting a 
baby in her womb, but that was more turn-on than worry.  Besides, 
Mother wouldn't have let us stop anyway.  We knew by now that our 
mother actually WANTED me to plant a baby in each of her little 
girl's tummies, and the sooner the better.  This nonsense about 
"practicing" was just that: funny-stuff.  So we tried.
     Yes, my little sister and I actually tried to make a baby.  
She may be only 12 years old, but we both knew she had been 
having periods for over a year.  With a little bit of luck, she 
could be conceiving right then.
     As I said, we tried.  After only about two minutes of 
sliding in and out, I lost control and jammed my prick as far up 
in my little sister's belly as I could.
     Ginny was right with me.  Her tight little hole milked and 
squeezed on my prick, as my sister did everything a girl could, 
to get pregnant by her big brother.
     Grunting and groaning, we both kept thrusting at each other; 
trying to force ever more of my swollen prick into the little 
girl's belly, where it sent jet after incestuous jet of baby-
making sperm splashing against her womb.
     Finally, we came to rest, with my wilting prick held tightly 
inside my own little sister's clasping young hole.  As long as I 
didn't pull away, Ginny was able to keep my prick inside her, 
like a cork in a bottle.
     "I'm sorry I teased you," she whispered in my ear.  "If I 
had known it would be THIS good, I would have fucked you two 
years ago."
     Oh God!  What a sexy thought.  My prick jumped inside her 
tight slit, but I just didn't have it in me any more.  (Both of 
my sisters had "it" in them now.)
     [Sorry, I just COULDN'T resist that pun.]
     Regretfully, we finally pulled apart.
     Knowing that it was all over (at least for several hours) 
Mother shooed my two little sisters out of their big sisters' 
bedroom, and closed the door.
     For the first time in my life, (but not the last, by far) I 
went to sleep between my two sisters.  God!  Is that something!  
To sleep between two beautiful sexy young girls; both of whom 
love you, and are willing to not only fuck you, but have your 
babies as well, with neither of them feeling the slightest bit 
jealous of the other.  Heaven could hardly be half as good.
     To have both girls be your own sexy sisters, whom you've 
loved all your life, and who both love you just as much, makes a 
preacher's promises of heaven seem stale and old.  Now, if some 
preacher-man told me that in heaven I could spend the rest of 
eternity with all four of my sisters; sleeping with them, and 
getting them pregnant over and over again, while we all remained 
forever young. . . You couldn't FORCE me to commit a sin.
     Death would then have no fear, and Hell would be being 
separated from my sisters.






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     Two weeks later, I took Cathy's virginity.
     I woke up in the middle of the night, between Marsha and 
Ginny; both of whom already had generous helping of my seed 
warming their cute little tummies, and went to the bathroom.  
When I was finished, I still had a hard-on; and I didn't want to 
wake up the two older girls, after their already wondrous 
performance that night.
     So, remembering my mother's injunction about "4 healthy 
sisters", I went down to the littler girls' bedroom, and crawled 
in bed with Cathy.
     My little 10-year-old sister must have already been having a 
wet-dream, because it wasn't until I actually had the head of my 
prick inside her tight little slit, that she woke up.
     "You're fucking me, aren't you?" Cathy murmured, sleepily.
     "Uhuh," I replied, sliding my prick out an inch, and then 
back in until it butted up against her cherry.
     "Good," she said, "For a moment there, I thought I was 
dreaming again."
     "Pleasant dreams, I hope," I said.
     "Very pleasant."
     By now, the tickling sensation of my 10-year-old sister's 
tight little slit, nibbling on the head of my penis was almost 
unbearable.  Still, wasn't that the reason I had stopped in to 
see her?  Cathy's tight little cunny had clamped down on the head 
of my prick in a welcoming embrace, that felt almost as good as 
her big sisters' vagina squeezing on the whole thing.
     I could feel the membrane of Cathy's hymen holding me back.  
Still, I didn't HAVE to break her cherry.  Just feeling the 
little girl's cunny-muscles wrapped around the head of my prick, 
like some obscene mouth sucking on it, was almost enough to get 
me to cum, without even moving.  With a little effort, I knew I 
could get my rocks off, and Cathy could still remain a virgin, if 
she wanted to.
     "Ooh," she said, echoing my thoughts.  "That feels good."
     It didn't seem that she wanted to, but I was going to be 
sure.  Without our mother there, insisting that I do it, I didn't 
want to hurt my little sister by taking her virginity, unless she 
wanted me to.
     "Should I take it out?"  I asked.  I know, a little bit 
late, but now that she was awake, I felt a little guilty about 
fucking Cathy without her permission.
     "Don't you DARE!" replied Cathy, in a tone very reminiscent 
of the one my mother had used the previous week when I was going 
to pull out of her big sister.  "I've been waiting all WEEK, to 
feel this thing in me, and I had almost given up on you," she 
complained.
     "Sorry," I apologized.  And I was.  If I had known my little 
sister actually WANTED me to fuck her I would have been in her 
bed days before.  Days?  Heck, weeks, months, even YEARS before.
     The tickling sensation of Cathy's hymen rubbing against the 
head of my prick was making me involuntarily hunch against her, 
bringing slight gasps of pain from between my little sister's 
teeth.  I didn't know how much longer I could go, before I 
accidentally pushed too hard, and broke it.



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     "It'll hurt, if I break it," I warned her.
     "I don't CARE," said Cathy.  "Ginny and Marsha managed.  So  
can I. . . Do it."
     I did.  Trying to take it easy, I pushed in steadily, while 
Cathy's breath whistled in and out through clenched teeth.
     I felt the little girl's hymen split, while Cathy grunted in 
pain.  She didn't yell out, or try to stop me though.  Inch by 
inch, I worked my throbbing prick deeper into my little sister's 
vagina, until I finally had over half of it inside her.  "That's 
it," I said, "you're no longer a virgin."
     Cathy looked down at where my swollen prick was obscenely 
stretching her bare little cunny-lips, and had vanished halfway 
up inside her.  She whimpered a little, but didn't complain when 
I slid out a half-inch or so, and then back in almost a whole 
one.  "See," I said, "we're fucking now."
     "Do it," she said.  "Fuck me, and cum in me, so I can have a 
baby, just like Marsha and Ginny."
     Oh my God!  "You're a little young yet, to have a baby," I 
reminded her.  My prick didn't believe it though  By now, it was 
almost three-quarters of the way up inside my little sister, and 
was threatening to fill her tight little sleeve full of 
incestuous cum, even before I got all the way inside.
     My hands had instinctively cupped the little girl's breasts, 
as I slowly worked my prick in deeper.  Previous to this, I 
hadn't thought that Cathy even HAD breasts, let alone ones big 
enough to grab, but she did.  They weren't the delicious 
grapefruit-sized mounds that Marsha had, or even the nice little 
swellings that adorned Ginny chest.  They were definitely female 
breasts though, and a very sensual handful at that.  Cathy was 
growing up.  As she reminded me.
     "I don't care!" she said.  "It isn't fair that Marsha and 
Ginny get to have babies, and I don't."  Cathy sniffled a little, 
as she fought to ignore the slight pain remaining from her torn 
virginity.  "Besides," she defended herself, "I'm a better baby-
sitter, than either of them.  Why shouldn't I be first?"
     Well, she had a point.  Cathy had started out by helping 
first Marsha, and then Ginny, when they went out baby-sitting.  
After a few months though, she had taken over most of the work, 
and then had even been called back alone, as Marsha and Ginny 
lost interest.  At first, Mother had objected that she was too 
young for such a responsibility, but had eventually given in; as 
long as she picked up and delivered the little girl herself.
     For some reason, Mother didn't trust the parents of the 
children to bring Cathy home, even though she trusted them when 
Cathy was left at their houses.  Later, Cathy told me why, when 
she told me about how several of the children's fathers had made 
passes at her, before Mother was due to pick her up.  If she had 
been driving home alone with them, it would have been much harder 
for her to resist.  Actually, she hadn't bothered to resist with 
a few of the handsomer men; allowing them to feel her up, and 
even sucking a couple of them off.  Mostly they had to settle for 
just hand-jobs though.
     Cathy never let Mother know any of this though, or she knew 
she wouldn't have been allowed to baby-sit at all.



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     No WONDER Cathy was in such demand as a baby-sitter!  Still, 
she was in almost as big a demand from the couples who wouldn't 
dream of molesting a 10-year-old, as she was from those she was 
fooling around with.  Cathy was a GOOD baby-sitter.
     She was right.  It wasn't fair for her big sisters to have 
babies, when she didn't, and she was the one who would probably 
have to take care of them.  Besides, the thought of the little 
fifth-grader, with her sexy little tummy swollen with my baby 
inside it, was too sexy for words.
     "OK Little Sister," I said, "if you want a baby, I'm just 
the guy to give it to you."
     By now, over three-quarters of my prick was sliding in and 
out of my sister, as her cunny slowly lubricated, and the pre-cum 
leaking from the end of my prick into her tight little hole made 
it easier to slide in and out.
     If Ginny had been tight, what can I say about Cathy?
     It was difficult to push in each time; and once I did, it 
was difficult to pull out.  If I had fucked the little girl the 
way I did her big sister Marsha, we both would have been worn 
raw.
     Cathy's tightness finally did to me what Marsha's hot sweet 
wetness, and Ginny's sexual exuberance usually does.  Yes, her 
tight little cunny sucked me off.
     There was still almost 3/4 of an inch, that I couldn't get 
inside her, when I felt the by-now-familiar sensation of cum 
rippling through the tube on the bottom of my prick, and I knew I 
was cumming in my own 10-year-old little sister.  By then, we 
were both gasping and grunting; bare-skin slapping wetly against 
bare-skin, as we both worked against each other; trying to plant 
as much of my incestuous seed as we could, as far up in the 
little girl's body as it would go.
     As I said, Ginny was tight.  It was all I could do, to force 
each thick drop of cum through my prick, and up inside her sweet 
little belly.  Still, I did my best, squirting jet after jet of 
my sperm against her hungry little womb.  Cathy squeezed and 
milked my prick, in an attempt to extract every precious drop of 
sperm I had in me.
     I was amazed.  After fucking two sisters already, you would 
think I knew quite a bit about sex already.  I found out that I 
still had a lot to learn.  Each of my sisters is different.  Each 
one fucks me differently.  I can't even say that any one of the 
four is better than the others, because in different ways, each 
one is best at one part or another.
     Marsha is hot and wet and slippery.
     Ginny is enthusiastic and acrobatic; putting more energy 
into sex than all three of her other sisters put together.
     Cathy is not only the tightest, but she has internal control 
over her muscles that allows her to milk me off, while I just lie 
there and enjoy feeling her incredibly tight little sleeve 
rippling up and down my prick, until I have no choice but to fill 
her tiny little womb with squirt after squirt of incestuous baby-
making seed.
     And as for Judy. . .
     Oh, that's right, I haven't gotten to Judy yet.



                                10


     As you probably know by now, It wasn't much longer before I 
was fucking my 7-year-old little sister too.  I guess I'd better 
tell you about that, before I go on.
     After fucking Cathy that night, I wanted to spend all night 
in bed with her, but she told me it would probably be better if I 
didn't.  Because if Judy ever found out I was making out with 
her, the little girl would probably want me to fuck her too, and 
neither of us wanted to hurt the little kid.
     Cathy was right.  If I put my big baby-maker up inside 
Judy's tiny little hole, it would probably split the little girl 
wide-open.  Still, I knew that Judy would want to try, if she 
ever found out I was fucking Cathy.
     Do any of you boys out there have pesky little sisters?  
Ones you love, but who follow you around like a love-starved 
puppy-dog?  Well, my little sister Judy is like that.  The little 
kid acts like I'm some kind of god or something, and can do no 
wrong.  Whatever I'm doing, the little scamp is there; either 
trying to join in, (if she can) trying to help out, or just 
watching her big brother, if she can't.  I mean, it's flattering 
and all, but sometimes she can be such a pest!  Hardly any time 
at all do I have to myself, when she's  not following me around 
like some kind of shadow; underfoot, and in the way.
     Still, if anyone had ever tried to hurt my little sister, I 
would probably have killed the SOB, without a second thought.  As 
for ME even accidentally hurting the little girl, the thought 
gives me shudders.
     And Cathy's point was valid.  If Judy found out I was 
fucking HER, then she would feel left-out, and want to do it too.  
As long as it was just Marsha and Ginny, it would be OK.  Once I 
started screwing Cathy though, Judy probably would want to do it 
too, as soon as she found out.  So, Cathy and I decided right 
there, that from then on we would have to be more careful about 
fucking, so Judy didn't find out.
     Ha HA!
     Yeah, I can see you're way ahead of me.  Well, I'll get to 
that in a minute.  After deciding this, I had to leave, before 
Judy caught us like Mother had.  While we had been whispering, we 
had been cuddled up together in the warmest, most wonderful of 
embraces, with my softened prick being held inside my sister by 
her warmly squeezing vagina, that STILL felt incredibly tight 
around my shrunken cock.  The little girl's muscles had stripped 
every last drop of incestuous seed up into her tight little hole; 
and milked my penis dry.
     When I pulled out, there was a snapping sensation; as 
Cathy's little slit closed up; trapping almost every drop of my 
sperm inside her.  Only a tiny bubble oozed out of her smooth 
little slit, and that she wiped up with a finger, and licked it 
off.
     The thought of my little 10-year-old sister lying there with 
my sperm soaking into her womb, was almost enough to make me get 
on top of her, and give the little girl a second shot, but Cathy 
stopped me before I did.  To make it up, and to say goodnight, 
she kissed me before I left.




                                11


     Kissed?  Sounds chaste, after the nasty thing of fucking 
your own 10-year-old little sister, and leaving great big gobs of 
baby-juice soaking in the little girl's womb, doesn't it?  Shows 
what you know.
     This kiss, was anything but chaste.  My little sister had 
her mouth slightly open, when I bent down to kiss her, and I 
responded by opening mine slightly.  I found out fast, that I had 
never been properly kissed before.
     It seems that one of the men whom Cathy baby-sat for, had 
been teaching my little sister how to kiss, while he fingered her 
off, and she played with his prick.
     He had never even tried to do any more than that though.  I 
guess he was scared of being charged with rape, if he tried to 
fuck his 10-year-old baby-sitter.  Cathy says, "No," and that 
he's just a nice guy, and he doesn't want to cheat on his wife, 
who he loves very much.
     Whatever.  I suppose it's possible that a guy would figure 
that feeling-up a little girl, and getting her to jack him off, 
wasn't "cheating", but fucking the little girl would be.  Some 
people's minds are weird.
     Anyway, Cathy gave ME a lesson that night in kissing, that 
I've been striving to get down pat ever since.  By the time we 
finished dueling tongues, and licking the inside of each other's 
mouths, my prick was leaking pre-cum again, and I almost came all 
over her sexy little belly.  Perhaps the guy who taught her 
hadn't been missing out on so much after all.
     Cathy sent me back to her big sisters' bedroom with as big a 
hard-on as I had entered with.  Good thing too, as both of them 
were waiting for me; wondering why I had taken so long in th 
bathroom.  They were BOTH horny as a two-peckered goat, and I 
didn't get back to sleep, until I had taken care of both of them.
     This took quite a while, as it was murder for me to get it 
up the third time.  I actually had to fake an orgasm, as Ginny 
slaved underneath me, trying to get me off, after she came for 
the third time that night.
     Huh?  You didn't know that guys COULD fake an orgasm?  Well, 
neither did I, until that night, when I just HAD to.

     The next morning, I didn't even try to get in the usual 
morning-fuck that had become almost standard with me and Marsha.  
Still, neither of my sisters complained, remembering the night 
before.
     It was when I came home from school, that I found out I was 
in trouble.  It didn't take a rocket-scientist to figure out just 
what that trouble was, either.
     For sure, Marsha and Ginny figured it out, and I wasn't home 
ten minutes before the situation became clear.
     Cathy was so cheerful and happy, and Judy was so miserable, 
while Mother looked at me as if I had just killed her favorite 
cat.  (Oh.  Didn't I mention we are all cat-people?  We are.  We 
all love pussy. <grin>)  As I said, it didn't take a rocket-
scientist to figure out what had happened.





                                12


     Even if Judy HADN'T seen us "making out" last night, her 
older sister's bubbly cheerfulness and bouncy demeanor would have 
given things away.  Not that Cathy is normally a grump.  It's 
just that she usually was never THIS happy and contented; like a 
cat who had just imbibed a whole pitcher of cream.
     Well, it wouldn't have escaped Judy's notice that her big 
sister had taken a lot of MY cream up inside her where it 
belonged, even if she hadn't woken up and seen us going at it 
like a pair of laboratory rats, with her own eyes.  Judy may be 
little, but she's NOT dumb!
     Neither is our mother.  Looking at her two youngest 
daughters in such obviously disparate moods, Mother knew I had 
popped her little girl's cherry during the night, and she was 
annoyed; to put it mildly.
     It seems, Mother had hoped to see me take each of her little 
girls' virginities and she felt as if I had cheated her, by 
sneaking a poke in Cathy, in the middle of the night, when she 
couldn't see it.
     Mother did NOT figure on being left-out again.  Neither, for 
that matter, did Judy.
     When confronted, Cathy and I both admitted it.  After all, 
we weren't ashamed of what we had been doing.  We had just hoped 
to keep it a secret for a while.  Fat chance, as it turned out.
     So, I guess you can figure out pretty easily what happened 
next.  Uhuh.  Judy insisted on being fucked too, just like Cathy 
and I figured she would.
     And Mother made sure I did it.  She didn't want to take the 
chance on missing out on seeing her youngest daughter being 
fucked for the first time, and since Judy so obviously wanted to, 
she insisted that I do it right then.
     Well, insisting that a man fuck a girl, is a lot easier than 
getting him to do it.  Especially, if he's scared of hurting the 
kid like I was.
     For all the eroticism of the thought of fucking your own 
7-year-old little sister, I couldn't get a hard-on.  Mother 
finally had to get Marsha to climb on my lap, and work her sexy 
body against mine, until my prick finally got erect enough to 
slip into her hot slippery hole.  Once it did, the sucking heat 
of my big sister's vagina had me proudly erect in almost no time.
     Then, once I was erect, Mother had Marsha get off me, and 
had Judy get on.
     Being so slippery with Marsha's juices, and my pre-cum, I 
was able to get the head of my prick into Judy's little crack, 
even though she was as dry as a bone from nervousness, and a 
little scared too.  Still, she didn't even think of "chickening 
out."
     Mother had us do it in the big leather chair, that everyone 
tries to get when watching TV, in the living-room.  It was more 
comfortable, and there everyone could see, and besides, a chair 
would be better for a little girl like Judy; especially the way 
Mother planned things.






                                13


     Yeah, Mother planned it.  Just like almost everything else, 
except my sneaking Cathy's virginity in the middle of the night.
     Mother wanted to be there, the first time I tried to 
impregnate her little girl, and she wanted to supervise, to make 
sure we "did it right"; as if breeding her own kids was some kind 
of sexy experiment.
     Yeah, sure.  Mother's just a sneaky pervert, who likes to 
see her little girls get fucked, and we all love her for it.  I 
actually regret that Cathy and I didn't let Mother know we were 
going to fuck, so she could have watched.
     Being so old, (33) Mother just doesn't have the chances to 
have sex, that a teenager like myself, or even a pre-teen like 
Cathy or Judy has.  I mean, can you imagine an old woman of 33 
trying to get laid?
     Yeah, funny, isn't it.  Not that Mother's all that ugly.
     Actually, Mother's pretty good looking, for an old woman.  I 
mean, her breasts don't sag, and her skin is still smooth, and 
even her tummy is still flat and fairly sexy for a woman who's 
had five children.  Still, who would want to fuck an old woman, 
even if she DOES look fairly good?
     OK, I'll admit it. . . Before I started fucking my own 
sisters, I probably would have.  Uhuh.  As horny as I was, Mother 
didn't look all that bad to me.  Actually, she still doesn't, for 
that matter.  Still, don't you lose all sexual interest, when you 
get old?
     Well, obviously, Mother hadn't.  Maybe she's got a higher 
sex-drive than most women.  Anyway, we all felt sorry for Mother 
being deprived like this, so if she got pleasure vicariously by 
watching her kids "get it on", then we were all happy to have 
Mother watch.
     After we both got undressed, (Actually, Mother had EVERYBODY 
get undressed, even her, so we were ALL naked when we started.) 
she had me sit back in the big chair, and wanted Judy to get on 
top of me, so she could control how much prick she took, being so 
young and small.  Only we ran into that little problem I told you 
about, before Marsha helped out.
     Once Judy got the tip of my prick inside her tight little 
crack, there were no further chances of me "losing it."  Seeing 
my little sister's tiny little slit so obscenely stretched around 
my invading prick, and feeling the tight little hole clasping and 
squeezing on the head; it would have taken a bucket of ice-water 
thrown over the two of us, to "dampen" my enthusiasm enough to 
make my prick wilt again.
     Judy didn't even have buds of tits, like Cathy, and her 
little hips were thin and boyish, but her tight little hole was 
all woman.
     Her smooth little tummy was sexy too.  It was quite a turn-
on to imagine that smooth little tummy sticking out like a 
basketball, and changing shape as I watched; from my baby 
squirming inside her.
     So little girls her age don't get pregnant; it was STILL a 
turn-on, just thinking about it.  Mother told me she wanted Judy 
to have a chance to at least FINISH the first-grade with a big 
belly, even though it was probably too late for that, even if I 
COULD knock her up.


                                14


     I think Mother just said that, to get me harder, so that 
when I came inside Judy, the little girl would get a bigger 
helping of her big brother's cum.  If so, then it worked.  I 
lurched upward, and a second inch of incestuous prick vanished 
into my little sister's hole.
     Judy let out a squeak of pain, but didn't pull away, either.
     I tried to pull out, to get a little more lubrication, but 
Judy was so tight I couldn't.  So I tried pushing again, instead.
     There was a jerking/rubbing sensation, and another half inch 
went in.  It felt like I was trying to fuck a garden-hose.
     With each push, there would be a squeaky/rubbing sensation, 
like the feel you get when rubbing your finger on a squeaky-clean 
glass, and another quarter to half-inch of my prick would 
disappear into my little sister.
     When I would try to pull out, it would feel like my prick 
was trapped in one of those "Chinese handcuff" finger-toys, and 
grab my prick so tightly it wouldn't move.  Quarter-inch by half-
inch, by quarter-inch, my prick kept going farther into Judy's 
unbelievably tight little slit.
     I kept waiting for the yelp of pain, that would announce I 
was up against her "cherry", but it never came.  Oh Judy did 
squeak with a little pain, each time I got another fraction inch 
of fat prick inside her, but she never did let out the squeal you 
would expect from a deflowered virgin.
     I guess Judy just didn't HAVE a hymen.  (Some women don't.)  
Or perhaps she had ruptured it in some game she had played as a 
child.  (As a CHILD?!?!  She was only SEVEN years old NOW!  Oh my 
God!)
     I didn't even have a full half of my prick inside Judy, when 
I felt the little girl's cervix pressing like a hard bump against 
the head of my prick; and I knew the little girl had taken all 
she could inside her.
     Once this happened, we both rested for a minute, with my big 
prick buried halfway up in my little sister's belly; getting more 
and more horny at the incredible sight of the tiny girl being 
fucked, and her tight little snatch squeezing and pulling on my 
prick, while her cervix was a slightly distracting bump rubbing 
against the head.
     Judy lifted up, and at first nothing happened.  Her hole 
just clamped-down on my prick, and her body just seemed to 
stretch a little; allowing about a half-inch of my prick to 
retreat from bumping up against her womb.
     Then she dropped down again, and her tight little tunnel 
caressed the sensitive skin around the head of my cock.
     Up and down twice more, until the stimulation of her vagina 
rubbing against the glans of my prick caused me to release a 
spurt of pre-cum inside her.
     This loosened things up a little, and this time my prick 
stretched her little body almost a whole inch; spreading the 
lubrication around even farther.







                                15


     By the time she made two more strokes up and down, I was 
helping Judy rise and fall on my prick by lifting her butt with 
my hands, and then dropping them to lower her, while the dry 
tightness of her opening had suddenly become slippery with juice, 
after one slightly painful pull, that allowed the lubrication now 
running in great gobs from the tip of my prick to make the 
journey easier.
     After about 5 minutes, Judy was sliding up and down my 
prick, like she had been doing it for months.  It was STILL like 
fucking a garden-hose.  Only NOW, it was an incredibly tight and 
slippery garden-hose.  Not to mention, a short one, with a knob 
at the end.
     Still, even the slight pain of Judy's cervix bumping 
repeatedly against the head of my prick, did little to cut down 
on the eroticism of the moment.
     It WAS however, enough to slow up what would otherwise have 
been a much-too-fast orgasm.  Judy probably couldn't "cum" 
herself, but she did seem to finally be enjoying the feel of my 
prick stimulating her vagina from the inside.
     For sure I was enjoying it!  Only I didn't want to take too 
long.  I knew my little sister would be sore from the pounding 
she was taking inside, even if she DID enjoy it.  Better for me 
to cum right then, and let Judy enjoy it more some other time, 
when she hadn't just lost her virginity.  The trouble was: I 
couldn't quite cum.
     I tried.  I really did; but I couldn't.
     Feeling only half my prick being squeezed, her cervix 
bumping against the head of my prick, and the garden-hose 
tightness of her little hole were all distractions that 
repeatedly kept me from cumming.  I was about to say, "Uncle," 
and stop, when Mother bent over and whispered in Judy's ear.
     Being so close, I heard her, even though it wasn't meant for 
me.
     "Now?" asked Mother.  Judy nodded; not slowing up for a 
second, her sliding up and down on me.
     "Are you sure?" asked mother, somewhat worriedly, it seemed 
to me.
     Judy nodded again; too involved in gasping for breath, to 
say, "Yes."
     Now some of you may know what is coming, but I didn't even 
have a clue.  I had never heard of such a thing, and if I had, I 
wouldn't have done it with my own little sister.  Especially not 
my LITTLE sister, Judy.
     As I've said, I wouldn't hurt the little girl for the world.  
It was stretching things, to even be fucking her.
     [Oh my God!  If it hadn't been unintentional, I would 
deserve to be shot for producing a pun like that!  Maybe I should 
be shot anyway.]
     Well, if I was "stretching things" by fucking my little 
sister, [Hey!  If I'm going to use this pun at all, I might as 
well go whole-hog.]  then what was I doing when Mother finished 
pushing down on my little sister when I was just starting to push 
up?




                                16


     By now, there was so much pre-cum oozing out of my abused 
prick, that it was running in streams down Judy's left leg.  Pre-
cum is about the slipperiest thing I know, and Mother used that 
to do what she did.  When I felt my little sister's cervix 
mashing into my prick, like the head of a hammer, I tried to pull 
back, but the chair wouldn't let me.  I figure that's the REAL 
reason Mother had us use the chair, instead of the bed.
     Mother pushed down even harder; throwing almost her full 
weight on my little sister's body.
     I was barely able to yelp, "Mother!  What. . .?" when Marsha 
and Judy leaped to our mother's assistance, and added their 
weight to hers.  My prick, which had only managed to get about 
three inches inside my little sister's body, vanished another 
inch inside her.
     It wasn't enough.  The strain was incredible, and I thought 
my prick would snap off for a second, or I would really hurt 
Judy, by tearing a hole in her vagina.  Well, for a second, I 
thought I did tear Judy inside.
     There was an incredible straining sensation, and I felt a 
hole open around the head of my prick, as I was SURE it was 
tearing my little sister's vagina wide-open, as my mother and 
sisters all added their weights to that of my little sister; to 
try forcing every last inch of my prick up inside the little 
girl.
     Well, it almost broke my prick; it almost tore a hole in 
Judy, but neither happened.  My little sister's vagina slowly 
stretched under the pressure, until the muscles of her uterus 
could stand the strain no more.
     I felt an INCREDIBLY tight ring slip over the head of my 
prick, and come to rest about 1/3 of the way down my prick, as 
over two inches of my cock slid into my little sister's womb.
     Judy let out an involuntary yelp of pain, as it happened, 
but didn't even try to pull off.  For that matter, she had done 
her best to help; pushing down as hard as she could with Mother's 
help.
     Mother had previously heard of this; had checked to see if 
it could really happen, and then had suggested it to Judy.  (Judy 
being the only one of my sisters small enough for a barely six-
inch prick to reach that far.)
     I never would have gone for it had I known, but it was too 
late now.  My prick was buried all the way up in my little 
sister's womb; leaking pre-cum inside her, as my mother looked at 
the two of us, and sighed with satisfaction.
     "There," she said; waving our sisters away, now that their 
help was no longer needed.  "Now you've got your big brother's 
cock inside your womb, so he can squirt his sperm inside it, and 
get you pregnant, just like your big sisters."
     Mother looked at me with a glare that silenced any 
objections I might have.  I knew that if I "wasted" this 
opportunity, after risking so much, and hurting Judy to get 
there, Mother would never forgive me for denying my little sister 
the chance she had worked so hard to get.





                                17


     The trouble was, my prick had wilted at the very thought 
that I was causing Judy pain.  I did my best though.  Closing my 
eyes, I concentrated on the feel of my sister's vagina sliding up 
and down on me.
     Only that wasn't much better.  The rubber-band-tight ring 
rolling up and down the last-inch-but-one of my prick was 
actually painful.
     Erotic as heck, but painful.  The feeling of the rest of my 
sister's vagina sliding up and down the bottom of my prick, 
almost made up for it, however.
     I opened my eyes again, and looked directly into the smooth 
little belly of my 7-year-old little sister.  I could actually 
see a slight bulge marking the spot where the head of my prick 
was distending the little girl's womb.
     The thought of my prick being in the spot where our baby 
might grow was quite erotic.  My prick bulged for a second; 
bringing a slight "Ow" from my little sister.  Still, there was 
another side-effect.
     Flexing my prick, either tore Judy inside, or forced the 
muscles of her cervix to relax slightly.  In either case, the 
painful ring around my prick eased slightly, and became just 
another incredibly sexy part of my sister's body working to get 
her big brother to ejaculate his seed in her womb.
     Even with over 1/3 of my prick buried in her womb, I STILL 
didn't have all of my cock inside my little sister's body.  
Still, what I did have inside the little girl, was being treated 
to a sexual-massage that was incredible.
     THIS time, it didn't take me very long.  I started to cum.
     Only I couldn't.  Judy was too tight!  The pressure built 
and built; like the feeling you get when you stop pissing by 
squeezing the end of your prick.  Like that, something had to 
give.
     Luckily, it was the pressure on my prick, as ripples of 
relaxation then clamping of my sister's vagina had started 
milking on my cock.  The first ripple allowed the sperm to start 
up my prick; and from there on, there was no holding back.
     Squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm slid into my 
little sister's womb, in what felt like long greasy ropes of 
incestuous cum.
     A whole string of semen would ripple through my prick in one 
big spasm, like the rope of cream you would get if you 
accidentally stepped on an open tube of hair-cream.  Rope after 
rope of goo squirted out the head of my prick and into the 
welcoming belly of my own little sister.  By now, I had both arms 
wrapped around the little girl's waist, as my prick jerked again 
and again inside her.  I could feel her little tummy swell, each 
time I jerked another big gob of cream inside her.  I'm not sure 
if it was just my prick jerking, or if I actually felt the bulges 
of my sperm squirting in the little girl's womb.
     It felt like I sat there an hour, with my little sister in 
my lap, and my swollen prick pissing sperm in the child's womb.
     Realistically, it couldn't have been over two minutes, and I 
doubt if I managed to give Judy over four really good squirts of 
cum, but it FELT like it went on for hours.



                                18


     Talk about what heaven feels like!  I almost revised my idea 
of heaven to spending eternity spasming my little sister's womb 
full of cum, just like that.
     Well, two hours, or twenty seconds. . . two gallons, or four 
good squirts, it finally ended.  My prick shrank just a little; 
and with a sigh of satisfaction, Judy slid down that last half-
inch, until our pubic bones met.  She had finally taken all of my 
prick inside her.
     For about five minutes, we both sat there, as my prick 
slowly wilted inside her.  Every once in a while I would shudder, 
and clasp Judy tightly to me.
     Twice, as the pressure inside her became less, I felt 
another drop of cum ease through the tube on the bottom of my 
prick; up inside my sister's body, and ooze out the tip of my 
penis, into her already flooded womb.
     Even when my prick had fully shrunk down to a bare shadow of 
itself, Judy's tight little cervix kept the head of my prick 
trapped inside her womb, like an over-tight cork in a bottle.  
Neither one of us wanted to take it out.
     It was only when our sisters started showing signs of 
impatience, as we seemed to be just sitting there doing nothing, 
that Mother finally made us pull apart.
     Damn, it HURT, as my prick uncoupled from my little sister's 
womb.  I could hear the sharp intake of breath, as Judy felt a 
similar pain inside her.  Still, we couldn't have stayed locked 
together all night, could we?  Thinking about it, I guess we 
could have.  Maybe sometime we would.
     Well, that was it for that day.  In fact, it wasn't until 
two days later, (Never mind Mother's injunction to "practice" 
with Marsha every day.) that I recovered enough to fuck any of my 
sisters again.  And then only Marsha, as her slippery hot wet 
hole was the only one that wouldn't squeeze the still-sore head 
of my prick too hard.
     I must have given my big sister almost as much sperm that 
time, as I did the first.  Waiting two days between fucks had 
built up quite a load in my balls.
     It's funny, I went YEARS without sex, and it didn't really 
hurt me.  NOW, going two days without sex seems like torture, and 
the pressure in my balls is almost unbearable.  Strange, isn't 
it?
     After that first time, I was afraid I'd hurt Judy, if we did 
it again, but the second time she just climbed on me and slid 
down until the head of my prick was butting against the back of 
her womb, and her cervix was milking my prick like a second 
vagina.
     From then on, That was Judy's "thing"; to do what none of 
her older sisters could do: Take my prick all the way up inside 
her womb, and have me fill it with squirt after squirt of 
incestuous sperm.
     A couple of times, I fucked her on the bed, but Judy seemed 
almost to have a fetish about fucking in the same chair, and the 
same way as the day she lost her virginity.  (Well, OK, she 
didn't HAVE a virginity to "lose."  Still, it was the first time 
she got fucked, and that amounts to the same thing, doesn't it?  
Well, it did to her, anyway.)


                                19


     After about two weeks, things started settling almost into a 
daily pattern:
     I would come home from school, and Cathy would be waiting 
for me, since she gets out first of the older girls.  We would go 
into the bedroom and fuck, while Mother watched, and I filled my 
little sister's tight little snatch full of the stuff that makes 
babies.  When we finished, Mother would go in the kitchen, and 
start supper, while Cathy would lie on the bed for a while, to 
allow my sperm to soak into her womb.  (Not that Cathy ever lost 
very much, when she DID get up.  My little sister's vagina is so 
tight, and she has fairly good muscles too; so usually she only 
loses a drop or two all evening long, before she goes to bed.)
     After dinner, it's Judy's turn.  We usually watch TV 
together, with my prick buried up inside her belly, sometimes for 
two or three hours.
     Only when it gets to be too much, do I finally give in, and 
squirt my sperm in my little sister's 7-year-old womb, where she 
so dearly likes to feel it.
     Usually, the other girls can tell when we're getting close, 
and they all watch to see my prick bulge, as I fill their little 
sister's belly with cum.
     Afterwards, we sometimes spend another twenty minutes to an 
hour or so, with my prick held captive in my little sister's 
vagina by her clasping young cervix.  We're both very careful not 
to cheat though, and if she feels me getting hard inside her 
again, Judy makes sure she gets off, so her sisters won't be 
shorted.  All four of my sisters know that they only have one 
prick between them, and are all very careful to share.  It's only 
on weekends, that it's somewhat of a free-for-all, "first-cum, 
first-served."  <giggle>
     When I go to bed at night, it's usually between Marsha and 
Ginny.  Mother had gotten a bigger bed, for all three of us to 
sleep in.  I very rarely use my room any more, except for show, 
and to keep my clothes and things in.
     Before I go to sleep, I usually fuck Ginny, while Marsha 
watches,  but sometimes it's the other way around.  Usually 
Mother stops by when I do "To make sure I'm taking good care of 
my sisters." but not always.  Sometimes, Judy and Cathy watch 
too.  Usually if one watches, they both do.
     In the morning, I fuck the sister that didn't get fucked the 
night before, (Usually Marsha) and send her off to school with a 
belly full of her brother's sperm wriggling up inside her womb, 
getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby.  I get hard all 
day long in school, just thinking about it.  No wonder I lose 
attention sometimes in class.












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     So, that's how things got started with me and my four 
sisters.
     Now, guess which one got pregnant first.
     Aw, that one was too easy.  Of COURSE it was Marsha.
     Being 16, and in the peak of her fertility, it's a wonder it 
took as long as it did.  A little over two months after that 
first "peeking", Marsha missed her period.  Almost a year to the 
day later, she delivered Kathleen Ann Finster; 8 pounds, 14 
ounces of bouncing beautiful baby girl.
     OK.  As I said, that one was too easy.  Now, guess who got 
pregnant second?
     Nope.
     Nope.
     Nope.
     Gotcha!  Trick question.
     It wasn't ANY of my sisters.  It was Mother.
     Yep, my Thirty-Three year old mother, got "caught" by her 
own son. . . me.
     What happened, is this:
     Once we started fucking all the time, Mother decided there 
was no reason for us to wear clothes around the house any more, 
unless we wanted to.  So, starting at first on weekends, when we 
were too lazy to get dressed, and eventually spreading to the 
rest of the week, when we found we LIKED being naked in front of 
each other, it ended up with us all wearing no clothes at all, 
once we got home.
     What about when friends were over?
     Then too.  To them, we were just a slightly fanatical nudist 
family.  The sex, we kept to ourselves.
     Well, after about a month or so of this.  (Probably about a 
month before Marsha first got pregnant, but it might have been 
about the same time.) I was watching television as usual, with my 
prick buried in Judy's belly, when we both noticed Mother 
watching us.  We knew Mother liked to watch, so we decided to put 
on a little bit more of a show for her; with squirmings and 
thrustings, and comments from Judy about wanting her "Big 
Brother" to squirt his baby-juice in her womb, and get her 
pregnant with his baby.
     After a while, this got our sisters' attention, and they 
chimed in by encouraging me to, "Get my little 7-year-old sister 
pregnant, so she can finish the first-grade with a big tummy."  
All fantasies that Mother had given us herself.
     By this time, Mother was panting, and watching the two of 
us, like a cat looks at a canary.  So, Judy and I got even 
nastier, if possible.  More sexy comments about first-graders 
with big bellies, and little girls who carry their big brother's 
sperm inside them, and little sisters who want their egg 
fertilized by her own brother's sperm.
     When they realized what we were up to, all three of our 
sisters joined in.  Each of them not only commenting on what Judy 
and I were doing, they also made obscene references to the sperm 
that Mother knew each one of THEM was carrying inside her.





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     Mother had started out just being hot.  She had progressed 
to fingering herself, and was soon lying back with her eyes 
closed, as she worked madly with her big finger, in and out of 
her hairy crack.
     Ginny and Marsha grinned at each other.  They knew what to 
do.  Many nights, when I was too exhausted; having spent every 
drop of incestuous sperm I had, in their sweet little holes, the 
two of them had shown me they were quite as capable of giving 
each other sexual satisfaction, as  they were of getting it from 
their big brother.  They just preferred "the real thing."
     Preferences however, were not going to make them go to bed 
horny, while they each had willing sister to help them out.
     So, when Mother finally gave-in and let go in front of us; 
showing us that our mother had sexual desires too, Marsha and 
Ginny were quite willing to help.
     Before she knew exactly what was happening, Mother had her 
eldest daughter kneeling between her legs, and Ginny suckling on 
one of her tits, like some obscene caricature of an oversized 
baby-girl.  After a startled moment, they were joined by Cathy, 
as she tried to help by sucking with equal vigor on Mother's 
other breast.
     By this time, Judy and I had stopped all pretense of 
fucking; while we watched Mother getting worked over royally, by 
our sexy sisters.
     Suddenly Mother's body lifted and fell, and a howl of 
satisfaction filled the room.  Twice, three times she climaxed, 
and still her frantic squirming continued.  Judy and I could tell 
that Marsha's mouth was getting tired by now.
     "You'd better get over there and help," observed Judy.
     I thought so too; especially after remembering Mother's 
annoyance at my "teasing" my big sister, and not giving her a big 
tummy, when she needed it.
     If anyone seemed to need a belly full of hot sticky cum, it 
was our mother right then.  Still. . .
     "What about you," I asked.  I hated to leave Judy hanging, 
after getting her all worked up.  Besides, it WAS her "turn" 
right now.
     "Oh don't be silly," said Judy, getting off me with an 
obscene "slurp".  The feeling of her cervix caressing the head of 
my prick as she did, was exquisite.  "I fuck you all the time.  
Mother needs you right now."
     I guess she was right.  Marsha had given up by now, and even 
Ginny and Cathy were starting to tire.  Still Mother worked 
frantically trying to coax yet another orgasm from her overheated 
snatch.
     Wordlessly, Marsha moved out of my way, as I stepped up to 
where Mother was sprawled on the couch, and slipped my still-
swollen prick up inside her.
     "OH!  My. . . Michael!  What do you THINK you are doing?!?!"  
Mother's squirming just drove my prick deeper into her.
     I snickered.  If that wasn't a silly question, I don't know 
what is.





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     "Michael, you've got to stop!" said Mother.  Her squirmings 
had turned more into the type of hip-rolling that Marsha uses 
when I fucked her, than an attempt to get away.  "You can't fuck 
your own mother," said Mother, now making a lie out of her own 
words, by squirming back at me; taking my prick all the way up to 
where it was pressing against her cervix, with one obscene slide.  
"You've GOT to pull out," she said, in one last-ditch attempt at 
"normal" relations with her own son, "You might get me pregnant!"
     THAT got everyone in the room giggling.
     MOTHER, afraid I might get her pregnant?  After all she had 
done to get me to impregnate my sisters, including my little 
7-year-old sister Judy, whom she wanted me to put my cock into, 
all the way up in her womb, so the little girl would have that 
much better chance of getting pregnant?
     OUR mother?  The one who insisted that I "practice" making a 
baby in my 16-year-old sister every night, while she's in the 
peak of her fertility?  Don't make me laugh.  So I giggled 
instead, and my sisters all giggled with me.
     After a while, Mother giggled too, and relaxed.  Well, not 
exactly "relaxed", but she no longer tried to stop fucking me.  
In fact, she started fucking back.
     After a while, she regained her voice, and started mouthing 
back to me the same words and phrases my sisters and I had been 
using to get HER worked up, while she had watched me and Judy.
     "Fuck your mother," she said.  "Slide that big old baby-
maker up in your mother's belly, and give Momma what she wants:  
A big belly by her own son.  C'mon boy, see if you can do it.  
Squirt your thick sticky cum in your mother's womb, and get her 
pregnant.  How would you like that Mike?  Just think, if you do a 
really good job tonight, you might be making another little 
sister to fuck, in your mother's womb."
     That did it.  The smooth slippery wetness of my mother's 
hairy crack was too simulating; as were the obscene thoughts she 
was planting in my head, like I was planting my seed in my own 
mother's womb.  Gush after gush I squirted in my mother, as all 
four of my sisters encouraged me to knock our mother up.
     When we finished, there was a big mess on the couch, but 
Mother wouldn't even let us clean it up.  She said the stain 
would always remain there, to remind her of the first time she 
got pregnant by her own little boy.  Mother is kinky sometimes.
     Well, after that, we never left Mother out of our sex-play.  
Even if I was fucking one of the girls, we always made a point of 
letting Mother feel my prick at least once, before or after I 
came, and tried to be sure she got at least ONE good squirt of 
sperm every day as well.
     At least once a week, the girls all made sure that Mother 
got screwed properly, besides.  One of them would give up her 
"turn" and insist that I "Give THIS load to Mother."
     I never figured out the schedule they used.  Sometimes it 
was the same girl two weeks in a row, but usually not.  I never 
heard them discuss it, and there was always at least one of them 
who insisted that "her turn" was now our mother's.





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     It couldn't have been more than two months later, that 
Mother first missed her period.  Three months after that, Cathy 
did.  Within a year, I was the proud father of three healthy 
squirming, kicking young girls.
     Having Three pregnant bellies in the same house, at the same 
time was quite something.  Ginny, Judy and I worked ourselves 
ragged helping the others when it got hard for them to get 
around.
     There's something extra sexy about going to sleep next to 
your big sister who's pregnant with your baby, and feel her tummy 
squirming in the middle of the night.  I guess that's why I gave 
Ginny so much extra while this went on.
     Of course, if you think seeing my big sister Marsha with a 
big belly was sexy, you should have seen Mother!  And if you 
thought THAT was something, then imagine what Cathy looked like.  
Barely 11 years old, and pregnant by her big brother.  God she 
looked so cute.  I mean, all the girls are cute anyway, but an 
eleven-year-old with a tummy out to "here" will get me every 
time.
     Ginny was three months pregnant, when Marsha came back from 
the hospital, and there hasn't been a day since, when one or the 
others of my sisters (or my mother) didn't show at least a LITTLE 
bulge in one of their tummies.
     Judy?  No.  As Much as Mother tried to get me to knock her 
up, Judy didn't get pregnant until she was almost eleven years 
old.  It was about three days shy of her birthday, when Judy 
first "missed".  Since then, she's had three kids by me:  Two 
girls and a boy, Just like Mother.
     Right now, there are 14 kids (not counting me and my 
sisters) in the house.  And yes, we've grown quite tired of 
"Cheaper by the dozen" jokes.  They range in age from Kathleen at 
6 years old, down to John at age 3-months.  Well, there ARE three 
younger ones, if you count the ones "in the oven".  <smirk>
     Once, some snot-nosed kid gave my little sister some shit 
about our family "breeding like rats in a grain-barrel", but 
after I gave him a broken nose, nobody bothered any of my sisters 
again.
     If you're wondering how we can afford so many kids, Mother 
has some special kind of endowment or "trust" from the 
university, that covers raising all of us.  She's never been too 
clear about it, saying  that it's just a big bunch of legalese; 
but mainly all mother has to do, is keep some kind of records, 
make a few tests, and they make sure she has enough money to 
cover out living expenses, and enough over for us to be 
comfortable.  She's hinted that it has something do to with our 
father, so I figure it's probably some kind of insurance policy 
or something.  Anyway, it seems her income has gone up, each time 
we had another mouth to feed, so we aren't hurting.
     Mother says she wants me to teach our daughter Jennifer "how 
to make a baby" on her birthday coming-up, as she wants the 
little six-year-old to "Have the chance of finishing the first-
grade with a big belly."





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     Mother is an optimist.  Still, it wouldn't be that hard for 
Jenny to take me up inside her, since she's not a virgin; having 
slept with her brothers since the day they came home from the 
hospital.
     Last week, I caught her trying out a cucumber that Mother 
had given her.  It looked almost as big as me.
     Still, I'm wondering about this obsession of mother's, about 
having at least ONE of her daughters "finish the first-grade with 
a big belly."  Mother says she's going to do it, and Mother 
usually gets what she wants.
     Lately, Mother's been going in for "golden showers".  But 
for some reason she seems to be more interested in the girls 
pissing than me.  I've got a sneaking suspicion why.
     While Mother seems to like playing with piss, she seems to 
like seeing our two daughters playing with piss even more.  
Especially, when they're playing in the pee of one of the older 
girls.  You don't suppose. . .?
     Yesterday, Mother seemed awful insistent on each child 
sitting at her assigned space at the breakfast table, and 
especially Jennifer, Kathleen and our youngest, Suzy.  Suzy 
didn't like the homemade tomato-juice that Mother made, but 
Mother insisted she drink it anyway, saying it was "good for 
her."
     It's not like our daughter to avoid fruit-juice.
     I've GOT to find that article I read.
     Well, it's a week later, but I figured out what mother's up 
to.  I found the Science-Article  I had been missing.  Mother had 
it under her mattress, and I found it when I helped Ginger change 
the sheets yesterday.
     There was an article about the sex-hormones in urine.  
Particularly, in the urine of fertile females.  It seems that 
pre-pubescent rats can become fertile, if exposed to the urine of 
their siblings who are ovulating.  It seems their bodies don't 
want to allow their older sisters to "steal a march" on them, so 
they become fertile themselves, so they won't lose their chance 
in the "baby-wars"
     Now that I think of it, Mother has been daily almost WASHING 
both Judy and Jennifer in their older sister's piss, when they 
were midway between periods.
     And I'll bet I can guess why Suzy's tomato-juice tasted a 
little funny, too.  Mother must have slipped, and made the "dose" 
a little stronger than usual.  Still, knowing Mother, I'll bet 
she sterilized the stuff, before she let her darling little girls 
drink it.
     Not that piss is bad for you.  It's almost as clean as any 
sterile bandage; having passed through the filter of the blood 
and kidneys first.  It just doesn't taste good.  As Suzy had 
found out.
     Now that I know, what do I do?
     I'm tempted to just let things go, and if or when our little 
girl starts ovulating, then do MY part of the job that Mother has 
been wanting me to do for the past 7 years.  On the other 
hand. . . Six years old and pregnant?




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     I finally decided to talk this over with Jenny, herself.  If 
SHE decides she wants this, then we'll just go along, and not let 
Mother know we even suspect.  If not, then we'll have to do 
something.  Especially about Suzy.
     Oh God!  I'm getting hard just thinking about my little girl 
sliding up and down my prick, while I fill the child's womb with 
her own little sister who will grow up into yet another little 
girl for me to fuck when SHE gets old enough.
     No wonder Mother gets hot at the idea.
     I wonder how long Mother has been "treating" Jenny?
     Could the little girl be fertile right now?
     And how about Suzy?
     The thought of my four-year-old little girl, with eggs 
ripening in her tummy is driving me insane with horniness.  Thank 
goodness for a stable of horny sisters to take the pressure off.  
If it wasn't for that. I'd probably be willing to fuck even Suzy 
right now; even it she is only four years old.
     The youngest girl in the world to have a baby, was five 
years old.  THAT was a medical curiosity.  To have a baby at six-
going-on-seven, is not impossible, just unheard-of rare.
     Mother is going to push the odds.
     Well, it's too late to do much about Jenny, anyway.  I've 
already promised to fuck her for her sixth birthday, and I'm not 
going to back down on a promise to my own daughter.  If we find 
out she's fertile, we'll just have to take it in stride.
     I've still got to decide what to do about Suzy though.  I 
wonder it that experiment with rats really works on humans too?  
It couldn't really, could it?  Should I find out?
     Damn, I'm getting hard again, just thinking about it.
     I wonder where Judy is?  Even though my little sister's had 
three kids already, I can still slip my prick up inside her womb.  
It seems that her body developed a tolerance for having my prick 
spurting sperm inside her womb, and her cervix has been open and 
receptive ever since.
     If I fuck HER, then we can pretend that I'm getting my 
daughter pregnant, by squirting my sperm in her womb.
     God, I need a fuck!
     If Suzy were here right now, I'd probably fuck the little 
kid, and cum in her too; even if she IS only four years old.  
Heck, I'd probably do it, even if I knew the little girl COULD 
get pregnant.
     Oh my God!  What am I SAYING?  Suzy's my daughter!
     Where are all the girls?!?!
     Oh God, I'm so horny!













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     Oh, Hi Jennifer.  See what Daddy's got for you?
     How would you like to get your birthday present a couple of 
days early?  If you promise not to tell Mother, you can have it 
right now.
     Uhuh.  Really, just like your big sisters.
     You're sure?  OK.
     Come on, right over here Honey.
     Now slide down, REAL easy.  Don't hurt yourself.
     THAAATS it.  Easy now.
     OOooohh!  That feels good, Honey.
     Daddy's going to have a REAL BIG present to give you, in 
just a minute.
     Uhuh.  Your very own.
     Easy Honey, don't hurry. . . Daddy's going to. . . Oh!
     Oooh!  GOD, Honey, here it CUMS!
     Squeeze Daddy Honey.  Squeeze me again!  Get it all!
     Oh!  Oh.  Oooh, Shit!
     Aaah!  Thanks Jenny.
     What's that?
     Well, I suppose you COULD be.
     Tell you what. . . If you want, we'll just keep on doing 
this, until you are.  OK?
     Sure.  I promise.
     Now remember. . . Don't tell Mother.
     In fact, don't tell anyone, except your little sister Suzy.
     Uhuh.
     No.  In fact, it might be a good idea if you DID tell her.
     Well, OK, if she wants to.
     I wonder if that experiment with rats works on humans.
     Oh Rats!  I just remembered there was something in that 
article about when the female rats first became fertile, there 
was some hormone-or-other that would get the male rats so 
excited, they would mate with their own relatives.
     Oh shit!

     Oh Hi Suzy.
     Did your big sister tell you?
     Sure, if you want to.
     No, I'm not mad at you.  Daddy was just mumbling to himself 
about some rats in an experiment.  Nothing to do with you, 
really.
     Easy Honey, Just spread your legs a little wider.
     OOOooh, that feels good!
     Daddy's going to give his little girl a real NICE present!
     Ooooh!
     Oh God!  It feels so good, I can't help myself.
     Oh RATS!  I'm doing it again!










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