                         The Breeders Cup
                         An Erotic Story

     "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister.  "I can have more 
than you!"
     "Andrea you're a virgin; and I'm already starting my second 
trimester.  There's not a way in the world you can beat me," 
Heather replied scornfully.
     As usual, my twin and I were arguing up in our room.  This 
time though, I was determined to win.  You see it all comes down 
to the fact that Heather is fourteen minutes and thirty-seven 
seconds older than me.  She has used the label of "big sister" to 
constantly boss me around, and tell me what to do.  I mean it's 
only fourteen and a half minutes for crying out loud!  This time 
our argument was a little more important.  Heather was going into 
territory that I considered solely mine.  She was going to move 
in on Daddy.
     I guess I should introduce myself.  I'm Andrea Garcy and I'm  
thirteen years old.  I have long blond hair, green eyes and a 
petite figure.  I live with my Father, Michael, older brother 
Greg (who's fifteen), and my twin sister Heather.  Mom was killed 
in a plane-crash when we were only about two; so I don't really 
have many memories of her; but that's OK.  Daddy is the best 
mother a girl could have.
     Well, Heather and I have not gotten along all that well all 
our lives.  In spite of being twins (or maybe because of it) we 
just are opposites in so many ways (maybe because we TRY so hard 
to be different).  My sister is the adventurous one.  She's the 
perfect tomboy.  She plays sports and war with Greg and all the 
boys on the street.  No matter where Greg is, there you'll find 
Heather; playing and fighting to help him win.  I, on the other 
hand, am the studious responsible one (at least I think so, 
anyway).  I have always had straight "A"s, and I'm the one who 
usually has to pull my sister's bacon out of the fire.  I'm the 
one who talks politics with Daddy and helps him out around the 
house.  I don't think Heather could boil an egg without burning 
the place down.  Even Daddy jokes that Heather, "Can't boil water 
without burning it."  Despite our differences, I do love her.  
Whenever we're not arguing, I know she loves me too.  Only 
sometimes she can be SO exasperating . . . like right now.
     I said that I consider Daddy "mine" earlier; and you're 
probably curious about that.  Well Heather has Greg; so it should 
only be fair that Daddy is mine.  I mean Heather is pregnant with 
Greg's kid; and now my "big sister" wanted to try Daddy on for 
size.  No way was I going to let that happen!  I guess I'm just 
the classic "Daddy's Girl".  He calls me "Princess" and has never 
missed anything in my life.  Of course he has a nickname for 
Heather as well.  He calls her his "Warrior" and has been to all 
her functions as well.  It's just that Heather has always 
gravitated more to Greg than Daddy; while since our mother died, 
I've been busy taking care of him and the family, almost as 
though I was his wife as well as his daughter.





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     I guess it was no big surprise when I came into our room 
about a year ago to get my bookbag, and found Greg and Heather 
screwing for all they were worth.  My big brother had his thick 
cock buried to the hilt in our sister; and both of them were 
working just as hard as possible to try and force even more of it 
inside her.  Both were completely naked and not saying a word.  
(I guess that's why I hadn't noticed what was going on, even 
before I entered the room.)  At first I was shocked and a maybe 
even a LITTLE surprised at seeing the two of them rutting like 
minks in the bed I shared with Heather; but after a second or two 
of watching my brother's thick prick sliding in and out of her, I 
just backed out and waited until Greg came downstairs with a 
silly grin of his on his face, before I went back up.  I guess he 
didn't realize I had seen him fucking his sister, as he didn't 
look embarrassed at all.  When I got upstairs Heather was asleep 
on  the bed, with her legs spread and a pinkish fluid seeping out 
of her pussy.  I threw a sheet over her and got my stuff.
     It wasn't until that evening that Heather and I talked about 
it.  She said that they had just been goofing off and it got out 
of hand.  When I asked her if they would do it again, she got 
this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes; and said they would.  It 
was then that I gave my sister the lecture on STDs and pregnancy.  
Well, as you can imagine, that speech didn't go over so well.  
After all, SHE was the "big sister"; and she knew EVER so much 
more than her little sister did.  Yeah, right.
     All I had done was to make Heather and Greg sleep together 
even more.  I lost track of the number of times she snuck out of 
our room and into his at night or how often one would vanish into 
the basement and then the other would follow a few minutes later.  
Daddy doesn't get home from work till a little after six; so when 
I would get home from school it was standard to find them fucking 
at home.  They did it everywhere.  The kitchen, bathroom, his 
room, our room, Daddy's room, laundry room, the basement . . . 
well you get the picture.  After a while, it seemed as if they 
went out of their way for me to find them.  I think they LIKED to 
have me watch them.  I kept my peace; let them get theirs, and 
went about my work as usual.  Still, it WAS a bit distracting to 
come into a room and find my two siblings putting on what was 
effectively a porno-show just for me.  I think that once Greg 
knew what was going on between me and Heather, he made an even 
bigger point of not pulling out, and ejaculating his sperm inside 
my big sister when he knew I was watching.  For sure Heather did, 
anyway.  I hate to admit it, but the sight of the two of them 
rutting like that made me have to finger myself off more times 
than I ever did before.  I'm not sure, but I think they both knew 
it too; and that made them both more eager to have me "catch" 
them.
     It wasn't until a bit before our thirteenth birthday that I 
noticed anything different.  I got up one morning to find Heather 
on her knees, bent over the toilet.  At first I thought she had 
the flu; but when her morning sickness lasted a week I knew what 
was up: My "big sister" was pregnant.  I told her about my 
suspicions; and instead of being afraid like I thought she would 
be, Heather just gave me a superior look and told me to, "Mind my 
own business."


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     So I did the only thing I could think of to help her:  I 
told Daddy.
     Well, you might expect Dad to get mad about his daughter 
getting pregnant by her own brother; but he wasn't.  In fact, he 
handled the whole thing very well.  We were eating dinner that 
night when he casually asked Heather If her "Morning Sickness" 
was any better.  You could have heard a pin drop at the table, 
while we waited for her answer.  I was busy looking at my plate; 
but I still caught the dirty look my sister sent me for telling 
Daddy.  She told Daddy she was coping with it; and it would be 
OK.  He then told her that he had made an appointment for her 
with a doctor to make sure everything really WAS OK.  "After 
all," he told her, "you're only thirteen."
     I thought that dinner went well, right up to the point where 
dad asked who the father was.  Heather told him that it was, "her 
business, and to leave it alone.  She loved the guy and didn't 
want to get him in trouble."  Heather's temper was getting short, 
and I knew that if Dad didn't handle this right, we were in for a 
big fight.  That's when Greg cut us all off.  He got up from his 
chair; walked behind Heather; put his hands on her shoulders; and 
told Dad that the child was his.  I thought for sure that would 
be the last straw; but Daddy just smiled and laughed.
     We were all stunned.  For a few seconds I thought Dad  had 
lost it.  He looked up at the ceiling and said something like, 
"Well Helen, you were right."  Then he told us something that 
changed the whole context of the family.  He and Mom had been 
husband and wife, but were brother and sister as well.  By the 
end of dessert Greg and Heather had Dad's permission to continue 
their relationship.  Greg and I were to swap rooms for sleeping 
only; and Heather was to do everything the doctor told her to 
ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.
     So our home life changed a bit.  Greg and Heather were 
inseparable (or at least their crotches were).  They seldom wore 
clothes.  While I didn't find them fucking in MY bedroom all the 
time now, putting on a "show" for me, with our big brother's cock 
squirting thick white sperm in my sister's twat, they sure didn't 
try to hide either . . . especially now that they knew our father 
didn't mind.  Quite often I'd come home from school and find the 
two of them naked, on the couch, fucking their brains out.  They 
not only didn't try to hide what they were doing; but to some 
extent seemed to WANT both me and Daddy to see them, with Greg's 
thick prick buried to the hilt in his sister's body; filling her 
cunny with his thick white cum.  Of course, since she was already 
pregnant, it wasn't the nastily obscene risk it had been for 
Heather to have her own brother ejaculating his seed in his own 
sister's nubile young body before she caught.  Since she was 
pregnant, and Dad didn't want to raise TOO much controversy about 
his just-barely-teenaged daughter having a big belly, Heather 
took the home schooling option the district offered.  Dad let 
them have their privacy, and only gave Greg some advice now and 
then.






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     Once Heather moved out of my room, and it didn't seem like a 
setting for constant orgies any more, I guess I felt excluded 
from their lives and began to spend nearly all of my free time 
with Daddy when he was home.  We would snuggle on the couch or go 
to movies or out shopping together.  I also began to see Daddy 
differently, now that I had my "big sister" and Greg as a 
constant reminder that family members were also human and even 
possible sex partners.  He was now more than just Daddy.  He was 
a man and I was a woman.  I also realized that he was the man I 
wanted.
     It was near the end of Heather's first trimester when she 
began to hang around Daddy more and more.  This made me as 
nervous as all Hell.  I would rush home and find Heather and 
Daddy talking on the couch.  Once, I even found them sleeping 
there.  I began to get jealous of my sister.  I mean she had Greg 
and he loved her; now she was working on Daddy?  The final straw 
was when I came home late one night and found her sitting naked 
on Daddy's lap.  I calmly asked to talk to her up in what had 
been our room and that's when the argument began.
     I went on and on about how she had Greg and didn't NEED 
Daddy.  She calmly answered that she was a "woman" and as I was 
"just a girl" this was something I didn't know about.  If it 
weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and I didn't want to 
hurt my niece/nephew we would have had a REAL fight.  As it was, 
we started screaming at each other until finally I was shouting 
at the top of my lungs.  Heather was calm and cool the whole 
time.  She just said for me to leave alone the things I didn't 
understand;  and then she said, "Besides, you couldn't even GET 
your man; let alone have him knock you up.  You wouldn't know 
how."
     That was really the last straw for me.  "I can too!" I 
shouted at my twin sister.  "I can have even more than you do!"
     "Andrea you're a virgin; and I am already starting my second 
trimester.  There's no way you can beat me."  Heather replied 
smugly.
     "Okay, if you're so sure, then let's bet on it!" I said 
pugnaciously.
     "All right," she replied, "I'm interested . . . what's the 
bet?"
     "Okay here it is:  We're both going to pick one man and 
stick with him for the next four years.  In that time, we both 
try to have as many children with whoever it is that we can.  
Whichever one of us has the most at the end, wins the bet.  How's 
that?"
     "Why FOUR years?"
     "I just figure that will give us time to have a good count.  
Since you already have a head-start, I figure I need a LITTLE 
time to catch up; even though I plan to blow you away!"
     "Okay, you're on," said Heather smugly; certain (with her 
developing belly), that she had the "race" in the bag.  "Now what 
are we going to bet with?  Money, Chores, Services?"






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     "Mom's Jewelry," I said flatly.  "The winner gets ALL of 
Mom's Jewelry."  Dad had shown us Mom's jewelry box and had 
promised it to us when we turned eighteen.  Heather and I each 
had favorites in there and some of the pieces we both wanted as a 
reminder of our mother.  This was something I knew both of us 
highly valued and both of us desired badly.
     "Deal!" Heather cried, and stuck out her hand.  "Shake on 
it."
     We shook hands but I didn't let go of hers quite yet.  
"There are a few other rules, Sister-Mine,"  I said.  "First, MY 
man is Daddy; so you stay away from him sexually.  That means no 
more cuddling up on his lap naked.  You can still kiss him, but 
not like a lover . . . he's MINE.  If I catch you even TRYING to 
'make out' with Daddy again, you automatically lose.  Got that?  
Now you pick your guy."
     "You're taking Daddy?  This is s piece of cake!" she said in 
a careless fashion, as if Mom's jewelry were hers already.  "I 
guess we might as well keep this in the family.  Of course, I'll 
take Greg, as you already figured out."
     "Second, no cheating with other guys," I pressed on.  
"Okay?"
     "Okay."
     "Third: You're so sure you're going to win, because you're 
pregnant already . . . I'm not going to cheat you out of that; 
I'm going to beat you in SPITE of it; so your pregnancy counts 
now; but so will any we have that start before the time limit is 
up.  Twins count as two not one.  Okay?"
     "Okay.  Boy, you're sure going out of your way to make SURE 
you lose, aren't you?"
     I ignored my sister's remark, while I finished laying out 
the rules.  "Last, neither Greg or Dad can know about the bet 
'til it's over.  So no cheating that way.  Good?"
     "All right; that sounds fair."  Heather thought for a 
moment; then in a conciliatory manner decided that maybe she DID 
have the better part of the deal.  "So, since I'm already up by 
one on you," she said, "I really think you need some help from 
your big sister."  Heather walked over to her dresser and got out 
one of her short nighties, and threw it at me.  "There," she said 
smugly, "at least he'll have something nice to look at."  
Whatever else you can say about heather, she DID have sexy taste 
in nightclothes.  The short little Baby-Doll looked like an 
invitation to rape.
     "Thanks, Big Sister," I said; for the first time in weeks 
without being sarcastic.  Nothing in MY closet was half as sexy.  
Still, while I was grateful for the outfit, I was still annoyed 
from earlier, AND the fact that my sister was right about my 
needing it . . . didn't she think I had ANY sense when it came to 
dressing to attract a man?  I guess not.
     I grabbed the nightie and stomped out of the room and into 
the bathroom to get ready.  I stripped down and took a long 
shower.  I did my hair and make-up; carefully trying to be as 
pretty as I could.  It was in there for close to an hour and a 
half, before I looked at the final product in the mirror.




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     I stood five feet tall exactly.  My blond hair shone and 
fell down to the middle of my back in lustrous waves.  I wore 
just enough make-up to highlight the prettiness of my face; and 
my eyes had a soft loving cast to them.  My  body was a pale 
alabaster in color and nicely  developed.  My small breasts sat 
high on my chest with my nipples firm in anticipation of what was 
to come.  I had shaved my legs (and in a flash of insight, also 
my pussy).  It was now as bald as a baby's behind.  I looked 
stunning, and I thought sexy.  (God, I sure HOPED I looked sexy.)
     I looked to where I had thrown Heather's nightie and 
decided, "What the Hell, why not?"  At first I had been inclined 
to wear something of my own; because I was still somewhat steamed 
at her.  Only Heather's outfit was a lacy black Baby-Doll that 
just emphasized how short it was against my creamy skin; and I 
knew that Daddy would like it on ME, even more than Greg had 
liked it on her.  Or at least I hoped so.  I  picked it up, shook 
it out, and put it on.  The hem fell to just a few inches below 
my pussy; and gave whoever was watching me a flirting glimpse of 
my charms.  I practiced walking a few times and pronounced myself 
ready.  Seeing me in dishabille like this should get any man 
hard . . . Only I didn't WANT just any man . . . I wanted my own 
father.
     I got out of the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, 
when I heard Daddy's shower start up.  I turned and walked into 
his room.  Now was the critical moment for me.  I gathered my 
courage and stuck my head into the master-bath and saw Daddy's 
body behind the smoked shower glass.  "Daddy?" I called.
     "What, Princess?"
     I almost melted right then, when he called me his 
"princess".   "Can I talk to you about something?"
     "Sure Baby.  Let me finish up in here, and I'll be right 
out," he called back to me, as he rinsed out his hair.
     "Okay Daddy.  I'll wait for you in your room."
     I closed his door; locked it; and sat down on what I hoped 
would soon be OUR bed.  I was so nervous.  All my doubts and 
fears ran through my mind.  "Maybe I wasn't physically mature 
enough for him?"  "What if he didn't want me?"  "How would I go 
on after he said no?"  I thought I was a fool to do this.  "How 
could I risk our relationship like this?" the worries continued.
     After what seemed like an eternity, the water shut off in 
the bathroom and I heard Daddy step out.  I got even more nervous 
as the seconds ticked by until he emerged from the bathroom 
wearing only a pair of sweat-pants.
     He stopped in his tracks and looked at me.  It felt like his 
eyes traveled all over me and finally came back to my face.  I 
started to do handsprings in my mind as he smiled in approval at 
me.  He liked how I looked.  Then I saw a glimmer of confusion on 
his features.  I knew it was now or never.
     "Daddy, Do you love me?" I asked in a small voice; looking 
down at my feet.
     "Yes Princess, I love you very much," he said, as he placed 
his fingers under my chin and lifted so that we were eye to eye.
     "Do you think I'm pretty?"
     "You're beautiful Baby.  Why?"



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     "Daddy, I want you to make love to me," I said.  Then it was 
like a damn burst and all of my feelings for my father boiled 
over and came out.  I told him how I loved him as both a daughter 
and as a woman; but that I would understand, if he didn't want to 
change our relationship.
     "Oh Princess," he said as he gathered me into his arms.  "Is 
this because of Heather and Greg; or is this something you really 
and truly want?"
     I couldn't lie to him so I said, "It's both Daddy.  Watching 
Heather and Greg helped me to realize that I what I felt for you 
is more than a daughter should for her father; but I also want 
this for me.  I love you and I know you like no other person 
since Mom died.  I want you to be happy and I think I am the best 
person to make you happy.  I know I'm young and all; but I love 
YOU.  I guess what really decided me was the fact that you 
already had a relationship like ours before.  If you loved your 
own little sister enough to marry her, maybe you could love your 
daughter almost as much.  Please Daddy?  I know it would be hard 
for me to take Mom's place, but I'd like to try."  (I don't know 
why, but whenever I think of him as my father, it's "Dad", but 
when I want something, or think he's sexy, it's "Daddy".)
     He sat us down on his bed and held me to him.  He slowly 
stroked my hair with his big hands.  It felt wonderful and I gave 
myself over to his caresses; but it was all fatherly in feel.  
For a long time he didn't say anything.  When about five minutes 
had passed, I felt like my heart was dead.  I had made a mistake.  
He didn't want me like I wanted him.  I began to squirm out of 
his grasp as tearing sobs racked my body.  I had to get away.  I 
wanted to die!
     He just held me tighter and turned my face up to his and 
then it happened.  He kissed me.  At first it was a soft gentle 
kiss.  More like a father's than a lover's.  I looked up into his 
face and saw love there, as well as something else.  He kissed me 
again, this time with passion, and I felt his tongue flick out 
and taste my lips.  With a shuddering groan of surrender I opened 
my mouth to accept his tongue.  I threw my arms around his neck 
and put all of my heart into my kisses.  I tried to show my 
father that he and he alone would always own my heart.
     Our passions built; and I felt his hands begin to slide over 
my body in what was now a lover's caress.  First they dipped down 
my back to grasp and knead my ass.  I felt a flush of heat spread 
out from my loins and encompass my entire body.  His hands felt 
so good on my slight form.  I pressed back into them and let out 
soft mewls of pleasure.  Then his hands  began to travel up my 
body; caressing my smooth skin.  He gently untied the bows at the 
shoulders of the Baby-Doll, and let it fall around my waist; 
freeing my breasts.
     I shivered in anticipation of his touch on my chest; and was 
rewarded with it almost immediately.  He gently felt and squeezed 
my twin orbs.  His pulling gently on my nipples  caused fireworks 
to shoot through my entire being; and I let out a loud moan of 
pleasure.  We broke our kiss and looked into each other's eyes 
with a kind of special wonder you have when you find your perfect 
match.



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     "You're so soft and pretty," he husked to me, as his face 
dropped lower.  I felt his kisses on my torso; and they burned 
like fire.  He kissed my shoulders and neck first; nearly driving 
me mad with the sensation.  Then he drifted lower still.  First 
he kissed the shallow valley between my breasts; then the right 
and then the left.  Finally he kissed each of my nipples.  I 
thrust my chest out and moaned out my pleasure; begging him to 
suck harder.  He complied; swapping  from right to left every few 
seconds.  I felt my inner fires begin to roar and knew I was 
close.  I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him against my 
chest.
     My insides were on fire and I was panting in quick shallow 
breaths when it finally happened.  I felt Daddy's right hand 
slither down my abdomen and cup my pussy mound.  His middle 
finger rested right in my groove, and began to rub gently.  The 
fire in my belly increased a hundredfold, and I cried out my 
pleasure, "Oh Daddy Yes!!!   It Feels So Good!!!  Yes! Daddy 
Yes!"
     Then I came.  My brain was overloaded with the pleasure he 
was giving me.  I felt a massive surge of pleasure rip through 
me, as my first true orgasm hit.  It was in that moment, when all 
other concerns and cares were thrust away from me, that my mind 
refused to let go of the fact that this was my father, the man I 
loved, and that I was his now.  That knowledge fueled my orgasm; 
sending it higher and higher.   As my body tensed and jerked in 
spasms, my heart and mind welded shut the door to my soul to any 
other but Daddy.  I was his.  From now on, there was truly no man 
in my life but my father (at least not sexually, or as a lover).
     I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and found myself 
cradled in my father's strong arms.  I could smell the faint 
scent of his soap on him and his own scent as well.  I turned my 
head and smiled my most radiant smile at him.  He gave me a small 
sly one in return.  I moved my hand so that I caressed his chest 
and kissed his nipple.  I stood on shaky legs, and let the Baby-
Doll fall to the ground.  I took his hand and pulled on it; 
signaling him to stand.
     He did so; and with sure fingers I pulled his sweatpants 
down and off.  His erection sprang out into full view.  I turned 
and backed to the bed; drawing my father after me.  My 
nervousness was gone; and all that remained was the desire to 
finish our union and properly consummate our new relationship.  
When I felt the bed behind me I laid back upon and spread my legs 
in a welcoming gesture to the man who now owned my body and 
soul . . . my own father.
     "I'm ready Daddy," I said.  "Please make love to me now."
     "Yes Princess . . . now and forever."
     I felt the bed sag as my father's weight came down between 
my legs.  I knew I was ready.  I could feel the juices of my 
arousal slowly seeping down my legs.  We exchanged another deep 
loving kiss; and then I felt the head of my father's penis touch 
my pussy.  I spread my legs farther apart and looked down to see 
where we would soon become one.





                                8


     I think that the first time watching my father's cock begin 
to enter my virgin pussy was the most erotic sight I have ever 
seen.  Even seeing Greg squirming on top of Heather, pumping his 
penis in my sister's body and getting her pregnant with her own 
brother's baby by filling her barely pubescent womb with thick 
white squirts of incestuous seed, wasn't as sexy as watching my 
own father prepare to do the same thing to me.  I could feel the 
thick purple head of Daddy's cock push open my pussy lips and 
begin to burrow its way into me.
     Soon Daddy had the head of his prick inside my body, and up 
against my hymen.  The he began to thrust in small gentle pulses.  
He worked out and in; stretching my hymen instead of plowing 
straight through.  Eventually my hymen tore gently with very 
little pain; and I saw and felt my father/lover's cock vanish up 
into my body.  Soon he was three-quarters of the way in; and had 
bottomed out against my cervix.
     The feeling was unlike any I had ever known.  I was so full, 
yet it felt so right.  Daddy began to take longer thrusts; as I 
began to let out pants and mewls of pleasure while we worked 
together to combine ourselves into one being.  Soon Daddy was 
stroking in long powerful thrusts that shoved me up the bed 
toward the headboard.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him and 
begged him to go faster.
     "Oh Daddy more!  Faster.  Oh yes!!!" I hissed through 
clenched teeth.  The fires in my body were again raging higher 
and higher.  The pleasures I was getting and giving were so great 
that I never wanted them to end.
     "Fuck your daddy, Princess!" Dad ordered me.  "So Good!  So 
Tight!  I want to fuck you forever, Princess."
     Soon Daddy's strokes began to speed up; and I knew from 
watching Greg and Heather that he was getting close to cumming.  
The thought of my own father ejaculating his sperm inside my 
body, filling my womb with incestuous baby-making seed, was 
incredibly thrilling.  "Come in me Daddy," I begged him.  "'Want 
it in me."  I locked my legs and arms around my father, and began 
to furiously thrust my hips up to his.  My fire was soon at its 
peak; and then I was over it.  I again lost control of my mind 
and body as a massive orgasm shot through me.  I was dimly aware 
of Daddy saying he was cumming.  I was locked in a world of 
pleasure and love and I never wanted it to end.  My last words 
before I passed out from the pleasure were, "I love you Daddy."
     Slowly I began to become aware of myself again.  Something 
heavy was on me; and it was hard to move.  The I realized it was 
my own father lying exhausted on my body after cumming inside me, 
and I welcomed the weight.  I put my arms around him and stroked 
up and down his back gently.  I thought of the millions and 
millions of his sperm now swimming up through the neck of my 
uterus and on into my womb in search of an egg, and wished them 
all the best of luck.  I wanted our first child to be conceived 
tonight, in the midst of this discovery of our love. 
     Daddy lifted up and looked into my eyes with a shy hesitant 
smile on his lips.  "You know Princess, you're the first woman 
I've been with, since I lost your mother.  I love you Andrea."




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     I felt sorry for my father; missing pleasures like this 
after having enjoyed them for years with his little sister.  It 
must have been Hell for daddy, when Mom died.  "I promise I won't 
leave you Daddy," I replied.  I reached up and kissed him, as a 
promise of our new bond.  We snuggled down into his bed, and 
continued to trade kisses and words of endearment for a while.  
Then I felt Daddy growing hard again.  This time he rolled over 
on his back, and drew me on top of him.  I helped him raise me 
up, and then put my hand on his cock.
     "You put it in this time, Princess."
     I took Daddy's cock, centered it on my pussy, and slowly 
sank down its length.  It felt bigger now, and stretched me in 
new ways.  I welcomed it; and reveled in the feeling.  I leaned 
down and kissed my father.  I started to undulate my hips as we  
traded passionate kisses.  I broke our kisses and leaned over to 
whisper in his ear, "I want our first child to be conceived 
tonight."
     The effect my words had on my father was electric.  He 
surged up off the bed; lifting me on just his cock.  He grabbed 
my head and kissed me hard; thrusting his tongue into my mouth.  
I loved it as we took each other this way, with my father's cock 
impaling me like a spike.  I could feel that Daddy was getting 
close to cumming again for the second time because of my words; 
and I decided to whisper to him again.  "I want you to keep me 
pregnant for the next thirty years, Daddy.  I never want to be 
without your child growing inside me, ever again."
     "Oh baby!" Daddy cried as he again bucked up into me and 
came.  "I'll try . . . I swear I'll try."
      That was what I wanted to hear, and the words were even 
more erotic to me than what came next; as I felt my father's 
penis first swell inside my cunny, then jerk powerfully.  I could 
swear I felt each powerful spurt of his semen into my body; as 
each thick white jet of my father's potent seed splashed wetly 
into my womb where it belonged (they say you can't; but I was so 
sensitive and receptive that I'll still swear I could).   I 
collapsed onto Daddy's chest as he came down from his orgasm; 
while I tried mightily to milk each precious drop of my father's 
sperm inside my tummy.  I felt Daddy wrap his arms wrap around me 
and pull me tighter into him.
     "Andrea?"
     "Yes, Daddy?"
     "Did you mean what you said?"
     "Yes.  I want your .  .  .  our children so badly.  I want 
you to get me pregnant, and keep me that way forever.  Please 
Daddy."
     "We'll see, Princess.  Andrea, when was your last period?"
     "About two weeks ago.  So hopefully I already am.  This is 
my best time to conceive."
     "Well, if we miss this one, we'll just have to shoot for  
the next one, won't we?"
     In spite of myself, I couldn't help but giggle at that one.  
Shortly Daddy joined me in quite sniggers; as my cunny kept 
trying to milk a few more drops of precious seed out of his body 
and into mine, to replace those leaking out around his still 
half-hard prick.  We didn't get much sleep that night.


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     Things changed around our house after that evening.  I moved 
into Daddy's room with him full time; and I also got the home-
schooling option like Heather.  We made love at least twice a 
day; sometimes even more.  I even went to work with Daddy a few 
times; and spent hours under his desk nursing on his cock.  Our 
family was firmly set in two-couple now.  We even went on double-
date family outings.
     I remember a time when Greg and Heather nearly got caught 
making out in a theater while Daddy and I did the same thing, a 
few rows back.  Luckily WE saw the usher coming, and hissed at my 
siblings in time for them to get "decent" . . . barely.  The 
funny thing was, if the usher had headed back for US instead of 
my brother and sister, we would have been REALLY caught; as Daddy 
was just starting to spurt inside me, filling my tummy with 
squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous cum; and there's 
not a way in the world we could have stopped.  As it was, by the 
time the usher headed our way, Daddy and I were just a little 
girl and her father enjoying the movie together; (never mind the 
fact that the 13-year-old "little girl" had a cunny full of her 
own father's sperm; drooling in thick white globs out of her 
well-fucked lttile cunny) while Heather and Greg, who almost got 
caught, had to go home horny.  Scary as it was, we giggled for 
weeks over that one.
     About a month after our first lovemaking session I began to 
develop morning-sickness, just like Heahter had.  Thankfully, 
mine only lasted for about a week.  Heather and I were both 
pregnant, and strange as it may see, we both started to get along 
much better, once I finally "caught".  We'd sit around and 
discuss events of the day, our future children, anything that 
came up.  We helped each other around the house; and Heather even 
asked me to teach her to cook (almost shocking me).  It was 
during one Sunday afternoon when Heather was in her eighth month, 
and I was in my fourth, that we really worked out our 
differences.
     "Andrea, I want to talk about our bet," she said.
     "OK what about it?" I asked.  "Scared you're going to lose?"
     Heather surprised me.  "Do we really need it any more?" she 
asked.  "We both have what we always wanted; and I don't want to 
fight with you anymore.  We're twins; let's be sisters as well."
     "Heather, are you scared you're going to lose?" I repeated, 
suspiciously.
     "No.  I just don't think that we need to compete anymore," 
she replied, in a serious tone that finally got my attention.  
"Besides, I don't WANT to take all of Mom's jewelry from you.  
Can I tell you a secret?"
     "Yeah," I said, still somewhat suspicious; but now more 
interested than cynical.  My sister's remark that she didn't want 
my share of our mother's jewelry made me listen.  I had been 
having somewhat guilty thoughts about taking HER share as 
well . . . you see, even then, I was SURE I was going to 
win . . . as was Heather.  While I always had loved my twin, now 
I was beginning to like her too.
     "The only reason I started to hang around Daddy, was to get 
you jealous enough so you would go for him yourself; and be happy 
like I am with Greg," she explained.


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     Oh.  Some things finally started to make sense.  "Really and 
honestly?" I asked.
     "Yes, 'Little Sister', really and honestly.  I knew you 
loved Dad . . . and well I guess I always HAVE loved Greg.  
That's why I was always with him.  I didn't want to take a chance 
and let some other girl have him.  So can we call off the 
original bet?  I really don't want to cheat you out of Mom's 
jewelry, and I've got too big a head-start for you to catch up."
     "Okay the original bet  is off," I agreed.  "Only just what 
do you mean by 'original' bet?  Did you have something else in 
mind?"
     Heather gave me her smug superior "older sister" smile; and 
said, "Well, Sister-Mine, I still think my man is more of a stud 
than yours.  I think we'll have more children than you two ever 
will."
     Of course, this got my dander (as well as my pride) up.  "Oh 
you do!" I almost sneered.  For all of my newfound liking for 
Heather, I really HAD planned on winning our original bet.
     "Yes I do; and here's the new bet:  I will have more 
children with Greg, than you and Dad will in ten years.  I figure 
that's a lot fairer than only four years, and makes it a real 
race.  Besides, even if you DID catch me, I figure in ten years I 
can blow you away."  This was said with such an engaging grin, 
that for once I didn't feel angry at my big sister's 
overconfidence.
     "Okay; so what do we bet this time?" I asked my sister.  
Much as I hate to admit it, even with Daddy's baby starting to 
stretch my tummy, I knew that it would be a really hard row to 
hoe, to catch her in only four years.  Ten years (as Heather knew 
as well as I did) would be a much better test . . . both of our 
fertility, AND of our ability to attract our partner; not to 
mention our resolve to keep on having kids.  Yes, a MUCH better 
test.  I figured in TEN years, I could really blow my "big 
sister" away.
     "This," she said; reaching into a bag at her feet.  Heather 
pulled out a silver cup and handed it to me.  The cup was heavy 
and beautifully made.  The silver shown without a trace of 
tarnish.  Engraved upon the cups rim were the words, "Champion 
Breeder of the Garcy Family."
     "Whichever of us wins the contest, gets the cup," she 
explained.  It must have cost Heather a fortune to have it made.  
I was almost overwhelmed with her generosity in having it made, 
just to make up with me.  It must have cost almost as much as all 
of Mom's jewelry.  Well . . . maybe half of it.
     "I love it!" I squealed and hugged my sister.  "I think this 
cup will look very good on the mantle in our house."
     "I do too," she pointedly reminded me.
     "Heather, I love you!" I couldn't help saying,
     "I love you too, Andrea!"

                             The End






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P.S. I won the cup by one child.  I delivered a set of happy and 
healthy twin boys from my father and my first lovemaking session.  
Heather was fit to be tied.  I had gone from down one, to ahead 
by one.  There's nothing like having your father make your own 
brother or sister inside you (though Heather insists it's more 
fun to have your own brother's baby).  What's even better, is to 
have BOTH a brother and sister kicking and squirming inside your 
tummy at the same time.  Yes, I managed THAT, too.
     Well, to make a long story short:  In the first ten years my 
father and I had eight children: four boys and four girls.  
Heather and Greg had seven: five girls and two boys.  While 
Heather has had one more pregnancy than I have, (I think nursing 
twins slowed me down a little.) I'm actually ahead, by having two 
sets of twins.  (As you can tell, twins run in the family by 
Daddy; and it was THIS fact I had counted on in the original 
bet.)  Daddy and I plan to have several more; and Heather and 
Greg do as well.  In fact, we were both pregnant at the end of 
our bet; (It was a close thing actually; as Heather "caught" four 
months before the end, while I just barely got the brown-ring in 
my EPT a month before the deadline.) bringing the "official 
count" to nine for me, and eight for Heather.  Both Greg and 
Daddy had a good laugh when they learned of our bet, when Heather 
presented me with the trophy in front of the entire family.  
Still, I'm quite proud of it; and it DOES look nice over the 
fireplace.  Funny thing though . . . it STILL doesn't have my 
name on it; though Heather has promised to have it engraved 
several times.  Our house is a now large happy home; filled with 
well-loved children.  How about yours?





























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