                         The Photo Club
                         An Erotic Story

     I knew it was a mistake, clear back when it all started.  At 
the time, I was certain I could control my brothers ... in spite 
of all three of them being older than I was.  And in that, I was 
right.  What I couldn't control was ... Well, you'll see.

     I guess things really started when we learned how Mom met 
Dad.  You don't find out as many things about your parents when 
they're divorced, as kids do whose parents remain together.  Or 
at least, I don't think you do.  Uncle Boyd told us a lot of 
those times though.  This particular time, I guess Uncle Boyd 
slipped a little, because he told us Dad met Mom when she was a 
Taxi Dancer.
     "Taxi Dancer?"  I'm not sure if it was me or Joe who asked 
first.  My big brother has even bigger ears, when listening in on 
private conversations.  The other two boys (being middle 
brothers) don't poke into their little sister's (my) business 
nearly so much.  Sometimes Joe acts like I'm his property or 
something.  Of course, I don't put up with that ... much, anyway.
     Mom looked daggers at her little brother, but explained that 
a "taxi dancer" was a woman who danced ... for a fee.  In those 
days, during and shortly after the war, maybe 15 years or so, 
from the middle forties into the late fifties, there were "dance 
clubs" where they held (of course) dances.  Women would be 
available to dance with ... as I said, for a fee.  A man would 
buy a ticket, select the woman he wanted to dance with from those 
available, hand her the ticket, and they would dance.  One dance, 
one ticket.  If the woman was popular (and sexy) she could earn a 
fair amount of money ... something hard for single women in those 
days, what with all the men who came back from the war looking 
for jobs.
     Mom (it seems) wasn't as good as some of the girls ... she 
didn't dance extra-close, or snuggle up to the men to let them 
"cop a feel" or stuff like that ... things that made the men want 
to choose the girl again.  But Dad met her there, wooed her, and 
"took her away from all that."  Yeah, right.
     It seems there were other "clubs" like the dance clubs.  
From Photo Clubs, to strip clubs, to actual sex clubs, in 
descending legitimacy.  The strip clubs and sex clubs were what 
they sounded like:  Women stripped for men ... and in some, had 
sex with men.  A risky and illegal business.  Uncle Boyd 
explained about the Photo Clubs though.  (From the way he told 
the story, I suspect Mom worked in one once ... though neither he 
nor she would corroborate it.)  Photo clubs, were on the margin 
of legitimacy.  Art, you see.  OK, I'll explain.
     Stripping, like prostitution, porn (sex pictures) and even 
STORIES about sex (Like this one!) it seems were completely 
illegal ... at that time.  If sometimes you think today's world 
is sexually repressive, where a woman who can have sex and babies 
can be arrested for "child pornography" for taking pictures of 
herself having legal sex with her husband, you ain't seen 
nothing!



                                1


     In those days, a bikini would get you arrested.  Taking 
pictures of two married adults having sex would get you YEARS 
behind bars.  Even MEDICAL encyclopedias and such had pictures of 
the "naughty" parts of men and women airbrushed out.  REALLY!  
However, "art" had a special dispensation, it seems (but only up 
to a point ... pictures ... even art ... of real sex were still 
illegal).  But nude pictures (as long as it was "art") were OK.  
So, an artist could paint nude pictures.  Nude statues were OK 
(as long as they weren't displayed in public ... OK in "adult" 
sections of museums and such).  And photography could be art too.
     So ... Some smart guys figured a way around the law.  They 
set up "Photo Clubs" (by invitation only), where men would gather 
to take "art" pictures ... of nude girls.  Stripping was 
illegal ... But since taking "art" pictures wasn't, the clubs 
skirted the law.  Generally from five to fifty men would pay the 
club for "studio fees", which covered the cost of a model.  Yes, 
a naked woman.  The men would get from twenty minutes to an hour 
(at exorbitant rates) to take pictures of the model.  No sex.  
Not even what they call "cheesecake" where the model would pose 
in sexually exciting poses.  No, just a room full of men with 
cameras of various kinds ... from brownies to truly expensive 
reflex or Newspaper cameras.  The best cameras of those days 
barely gave better pictures than the cheapest auto-focus camera 
of today.  Often the club would also do developing (for a fee, of 
course).  This was necessary, as in those days, it even being 
known that you were a member of such a "club", or took such 
pictures, could be devastating.  Especially if the person taking 
pictures was of some importance ... and many were.  It usually 
wasn't your average horny Joe who was a member.  Such people 
would be more likely to visit illegal strip-clubs or even 
prostitutes.  No, the members of these photo clubs were often the 
cream of the community.  These pictures were art ... or so they 
maintained.
     Still, it WAS a good way for guys in a rather repressed 
society to get a good look at a naked woman.  And ... they had 
the pictures to look at as souvenirs afterward to remind them of 
the titillating sight.
     The boys and I thought about this information for several 
days.  Me?  Yes, I dreamed about being a taxi-dancer, where I had 
to dance with everybody and anybody who bought a ticket.  Scary.  
But ... a little exciting, too.  I thought even more about the 
photo clubs.  In spite of being more on the edge, it seemed a 
little safer.  At least the guys didn't TOUCH you there.  That 
was the rule.  Look, but don't touch.  A taxi-dancer, on the 
other hand, had to dance, and dance CLOSE, to whoever handed her 
the ticket.  That meant his hands on you ... on your body.  I 
could see why Mom would be glad to leave that business.  I could 
also see why she might go for being a model at a photo-club, if 
taxi-dancer was the alternative.  I'd rather get naked myself in 
front of strangers, than get pawed by some jerk.  It seems my 
brothers had similar ideas.






                                2


     Now I'm no ignoramus when it comes to sex.  What girl IS at 
thirteen?  I knew full well where babies came from, and how a boy 
put them in a girl.  Mom had explained to me about men and sex 
when I was six, ten, and again when I had my first period at 
eleven and a half.  All old-stuff to me, by then.  Still, Mom's 
explanations DID help me decide which of several competing 
theories about sex and babies were actually true.  Some boys ....
     Which brings me back to my brothers.  With three horny 
brothers in the house, I was NOT ignorant about the physical 
differences between men and women.  Especially not with two of 
them trying to "accidentally" catch me coming out of the shower 
nude ... or to equally accidentally have me catch THEM in a state 
of undress.  What DID surprise me, was to find out all three 
boys, even Joe, were still virgins.
     No, my brothers did NOT approach me to help them "cure" that 
problem of their virginity.  But (I'm not sure WHICH of the boys 
thought of it) they DID want me to help them relieve their 
curiosity.
     Well ... Think of it:  It's hard for a boy to come off as 
suave and debonair, when he doesn't even know what a girl looks 
like naked.  Their glimpses of me or Mom in various stages of 
undress probably added up to maybe three or four minutes total 
between the three of them.
     So when Joe came to me with this proposal of a photo-shoot 
(I could see Mike and Terry prodding him on.), I could feel some 
sympathy.  Of course, I was surprised and even shocked a little, 
at first.
     "You want me to WHAT?" I almost screamed.
     Joe made motions to quiet me down.  I (of course) was having 
little of it.  If the pervert wanted to accost me, then I WANTED 
my parents to know he was trying to molest me.  Only molesting 
wasn't what the boys were trying to do.
     "Pose for pictures ... like one of those 'Photo Clubs' Uncle 
Boyd was telling us about," he explained in a rush.  "None of us 
will touch you ... I promise."
     "What SORT of pictures?" I asked suspiciously.
     "Well ... Um ... Naked, mostly."
     "Mostly?"  Once again my suspicions were raised.  I was NOT 
having sex with my own brothers ... and certainly wasn't going to 
give them the idea I might, by posing in sexual positions.  
However, I was almost sold on the idea of posing for a Photo Club 
type shoot, before they even asked me.  It turned me on.
     Which in itself, should have warned me.
     Still, what could go wrong?  The boys (of course) would have 
to promise not to touch me ... and to quit the moment I said 
stop ... But that was a given.
     "Uh ... We wondered if you could do SOME poses in your 
swimsuit ... or better yet, bra and panties," Joe explained.
     I thought about it.  Sometimes a girl in skimpy clothing 
like that, can be sexier than a girl who's completely naked.  I 
was about to say no, when Joe continued, "It won't be any worse 
than those pictures of the girls in calenders."
     "It'll cost you," I decided and accepted in one sentence.




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     "Uh ... How much?" asked Joe, now decidedly on the 
defensive.  "We don't have much money ... and most of it will go 
for film.  We figure we'll have to use Dad's new Polaroid, as we 
don't dare take these down to be developed."
     Well, at least they WERE thinking ahead a little.  Still, 
the payment *I* figured on, wouldn't cost them much.  "Chores," I 
explained.
     "Huh?"  Sometimes my big brother is a little slow on the 
uptake.
     "Chores," I repeated.  "I don't like doing dishes, clothes, 
or cleaning the bathroom any more than you guys do.  If I'm going 
to pose naked for you, then I want something out of it too."
     "Uh ... Just how much chores will we have to do?" he asked 
suspiciously (and with some justification).
     "Not much ... A week, I figure should do it."
     "A WEEK!"  Joe's outburst was almost as loud as my first 
one.
     "Not from each of you, from ALL of you," I explained.  
"That's about one day each, two times."
     Joe grumbled, but accepted it.
     "One more thing," I added.
     Joe waited suspiciously.
     "I want some of the pictures too."
     "Uh ...."  Joe seemed unsure of whether he could convince 
his brothers of this.
     "Not THAT many," I explained.  "There's three of you ... So 
I should get one picture in four."
     "Who chooses which pictures?" he asked, still suspicious.
     "We each do, in turn.  But ANY pictures I don't like get 
destroyed, understand?"
     Joe grumbled some more, but finally accepted my terms and 
went off to tell the other two boys what he had signed them up 
for.  Well, it wasn't as if he had much choice, if he wanted a 
girl to pose for him.  For sure Sandy next door wouldn't do it.  
<Snicker!>  Why do all the pretty girls fall for the obnoxious 
jocks, and ignore the really NICE guys like my brothers?  I 
resolved NOT to fall into the same trap myself.
     So ... I didn't.  Instead, I fell into a bigger trap.
     Now you might think we just jumped into things, and started 
taking pictures the next day ... But things don't ever go that 
smooth.  First we had to find a day when both parents would be 
out of the house (Not THAT hard, since they figure Joe is old 
enough to watch out for us younger kids now).  Then we had to get 
the cameras.  Yeah, cameras.  We got film for Dad's new Polaroid, 
our parents' movie camera, and Mike managed to borrow his 
friend's expensive Reflex camera for a couple of days.  We 
weren't sure where we would (or if we would) get the negatives 
developed (Mike made noises about doing the developing himself) 
but we could certainly save the negatives from the reflex for 
when we COULD develop them later ... even if it was years later.







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     So, first a week went by, then a second week, and FINALLY 
Mom and Uncle Boyd were going to be gone shopping for most of the 
day on the coming Saturday.  How they missed our impatient 
waiting for them to be gone, I'll never know.  Or perhaps, they 
didn't miss it, and figured it was just teenagers wanting to be 
away from the parents.  Whatever.
     We had decided to do the first shots with me in just bra and 
panties.  I ALMOST insisted on getting ready in my own bedroom, 
but the long looks of disappointment from my three brothers made 
me change my mind.  After all, I was going to be naked in front 
of them.  What difference did it make if I got undressed with 
them watching?  A lot of difference, it seems.
     The difference, was to me.  From then on, the difference was 
always to me.  The boys had agreed that I was to call the 
shots ... of what I allowed and didn't allow.  No touching by 
them, and (at least until I was comfortable with the idea) no 
getting undressed themselves or even jacking-off.  Just taking 
pictures.  Maybe a little cheesecake if I felt like it; but 
probably not.  However, I never realized what a sensation getting 
undressed publicly in front of horny young men (OK ... NOT 
publicly, and the "men" were really just boys, and my own 
brothers, so I felt safe) would do for a girl.
     The shivers I got from taking my blouse off, just cannot be 
described to somebody who hasn't stripped for men.  I was 
shaking, and it wasn't even cold.  Hot, even.  When I reached for 
the zipper in the side of my slacks, my hand was shaking so bad I 
almost couldn't get it down.  Joe reached out as if to help me, 
and then pulled his arm back as if it was burned.
     I was vaguely aware of a <click/whir> as the first shot was 
taken by one of the other two boys.  If anything, that made me 
shiver even harder.  Knowing I was standing there with only a bra 
covering my breasts (Pretty good-looking breasts, even if I do 
say so myself.  I can look in a mirror.  Maybe only an 'A' cup at 
that time, but they were nicely rounded and didn't really need 
the brassier to hold them up.) I knew the picture of me opening 
the zipper on my pants was captured for all eternity by the 
camera.  Somehow I managed to step out of the pants without 
falling over.  Then I sat down on the barstool/chair that we had 
agreed I was to "pose" on, and the real photo-shoot began.
     Damn, but it was exciting.  Joe was using the borrowed 
(expensive) reflex camera, Mike had the movie camera whirring 
away, and Terry had to take careful shots with the Polaroid.  I 
tried to do the things that models do ... running my hands 
through my hair, changing positions, sticking my breasts out, and 
things like that, until finally, "OK boys, one more shot," I told 
them firmly.
     This brought groans from all three boys, but not much, as 
Terry was almost on his last picture anyway; and the other two 
boys had quite a lot.
     "I'll make this one good," I promised; sticking out my 
breasts and opening up my legs so that the crotch of my panties 
showed.  I didn't even object when each of the boys took at least 
three shots of this; as my cunny got wet from the excitement of 
exposing myself like this in front of my brothers.  I wondered if 
it showed in the pictures.


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     "That's it," I said finally; grabbing my clothes and heading 
off to my room.  "Don't forget, you boys OWE me for this."
     There was a common groan again; this time at the fact I 
didn't get dressed again in front of them.  However, I had to 
take a shower after this; as I was soaking wet.  I don't know 
why, but I was simply RUNNING with sweat.  I almost fingered 
myself off in the shower ... But I didn't.  Still, the memories 
of the photo-shoot gave me masturbation material for almost a 
week.  I couldn't believe I was so excited by exposing my body to 
my own brothers.
     Well ... after all, the boys WERE my brothers.  A girl just 
doesn't think of her own brothers as even possible sex-partners, 
does she?  After that first photo club shoot, I wasn't quite so 
sure any more.  I mean, boys were boys, and sexy things 
sometimes, but brothers were brothers ... not something even 
slightly sexually exciting.  Boring, nice to play with sometimes, 
but definitely NOT something to get horny over or even think of 
as boyfriends.  Possible boyfriends for your friends, maybe.  And 
vice-versa, THEIR brothers made nice boyfriends for you ... 
sometimes.
     The boys didn't forget their promises either.  Nothing was 
said to our parents; but from then on somehow it wasn't "my turn" 
to do dishes or wash clothes.  In fact, all three boys seemed to 
treat me like some little goddess ... as if I was something 
special, or they all had a crush on me or something.  (God 
forbid!)
     We had planned the second photo-club meeting for the next 
weekend ... but our parents (of course) put the kibosh on that by 
being annoying and staying home.  Still, we DID manage to sneak 
enough time to use the Polaroid to copy some of the photos taken 
by Mike and Terry.  With some judicious work by Mike, who seemed 
to know more about that stuff, the copies of the Polaroid take 
WITH the Polaroid didn't look too bad.  Nothing obscene, and some 
that would even look nice in a calendar.  In fact, Mike made up a 
calendar with twelve months of me as a joke ... and in spite of 
the danger of keeping it, I couldn't bear to destroy it.  I still 
have the mock-up with the pictures pasted on it.
     When it came to being actually naked in front of the boys 
the second time, it was more of an anti-climax than something 
scary like the first time.
     Like I said, it was two weeks later, and by THAT time I 
already owed the boys; as they had been doing my chores ever 
since the first shoot.
     Somehow it wasn't as bad getting completely naked as it had 
been in bra and panties.  I really FELT like a model this time.  
And, instead of twisting and turning, I SAT like a model; 
allowing the boys to take as many pictures as they wanted; but 
not acting sexy like the first time.









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     Just because I wasn't ACTING sexy, didn't mean I didn't FEEL 
sexy though.  Sitting there naked in front of my three brothers 
while they examined almost every inch of my body through the 
viewfinders had me running almost a river from between my legs.  
Thankfully THIS time I wasn't wearing panties, or the wet-spot 
between my legs would have been incredibly obvious.  As it was, 
I'm sure the stool was slippery-wet with pussy-drool when I 
finally called a halt to the second shoot.
     Well, except for scanning and cleaning up the pictures, that 
SHOULD have been it.  The boys had nice clear pictures of a naked 
girl from close up, I had at least two weeks of no chores, and a 
quite exciting memory of being a naked model.
     Like I said, it SHOULD have been it.  Only ... I wanted 
more.  I didn't want the excitement to end; and I could tell the 
boys didn't either.  Still, we HAD done exactly what we had 
decided originally to do; and there wasn't much more we could do 
with me just being naked.
     Surprisingly, it was Terry who approached me, just as I was 
about to suggest something more myself.
     "Uh, Sandy?" he asked.
     I grinned back at the older boy.  While not as big or 
developed as his two elder brothers, the kid is closer to me than 
either one.  Something about him being only a year and a half 
older I guess, compared to three and five years older.  After 
all, Joe being 18 is almost a man like Uncle Boyd, and even Mike 
is getting there at 16.  Heck, even Mike could find a girl and 
get married next week, if you think about it.
     "Whatcha want, punk?" I asked, with a grin to take the sting 
out of the insult.
     "Uh ... could we ... at least Mike and I ... take some more 
pictures NEXT week?" he proposed tentatively.
     I shivered; because I had been having similar ideas myself.  
"What KIND of pictures?" I asked.  "Last week we did just about 
everything I could without getting nasty."
     "Uh ...," Terry blushed bright red.  "We were wondering if 
maybe you COULD do some nasty pictures."
     "ME?" I acted insulted for a moment.  "You want ME to not 
only get undressed in front of you, but to act nasty too?  What 
kind of girl do you think I am?!"
     I could tell Terry was almost crushed.  He mumbled some kind 
of apology, and tried to back out.  I didn't let him.
     "What KIND of 'Nasty Pictures' did you boys have in mind?" I 
prodded.
     <Mummmble>
     "What?"
     "Nothing much."
     "I want to know just HOW much of nothing you guys wanted," I 
insisted.
     Another mumble, and finally Terry admitted he wanted me to 
masturbate in front of him and his brother(s).  Just that, not 
have real sex or even have them touch me.
     I grinned ... Things were working out better than I had 
expected.  "This will cost you, you know," I reminded him.




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     Terry was so surprised at my acceptance, that he 
automatically acceded to any payment without asking what it was.  
"We'll do you chores for the next month," he promised.
     "Not just that," I dismissed the chores as inconsequential.  
"You boys will have to get undressed too ... And I expect to see 
you masturbate too ... all THREE of you, or it's no deal!"
     Terry gaped at me.  Up to then, the deal had been that THEY 
remained dressed, and didn't even act like sex was in the deal 
during the shots.  "You want US to ...?"  He couldn't say it.
     "Uhuh," I replied.  "After all, it's only fair that if you 
get to see ME masturbate, then I get to see you too.  But no 
touching, OK?  You boys stay on your side of the room and take 
pictures, and I stay on mine ... but I get the reflex camera!"
     It didn't take a lot of convincing for all three boys to 
sign on to this new photo-club shoot, where for once I would get 
to take some shots of them.
     It took another two weeks (during which I STILL didn't do 
any housework; and neither our mother nor Uncle Boyd seemed to 
even notice).  But finally a weekend came around when we would 
have at least three hours to stage the "photo club".
     Guess what?  I didn't take a single picture.  However, I DID 
get to watch all three of my brothers get naked before I did.
     There's something obscene, nasty, dirty, and yet thoroughly 
exciting and wonderful about getting naked in front of three 
horny men.  And all three of my big brothers were definitely MEN, 
as I finally saw.  Even Terry had quite an erection already; big 
enough that I wondered how such a monster could actually fit 
inside a girl.  As for Mike and Joe ... well, you imagine it 
yourself.  Some girl was going to be extremely lucky to get any 
of these guys for a husband.  I almost wished I could be the 
lucky girl to feel that ....
     I barely managed to shut THAT thought off before I started 
thinking things a girl just isn't supposed to think about her own 
brothers.
     It wasn't hard to masturbate in front of the boys at all, in 
spite of my worries about being scared.  In fact, with three 
rampant pricks pointing at me, it became extremely easy to finger 
myself to an incredible orgasm, while hardly noticing the clicks, 
whirs, and other noises of cameras taking pictures of me doing 
it.  I was actually cumming for the SECOND time, when I first 
felt a splatter against my foot ... and realized that at least 
ONE of the boys had ejaculated hard enough to reach me from where 
they were all sitting several feet away.  That made me cum even 
harder.  I almost fell off the stool when I finally relaxed.
     Nobody said a word when we all got dressed.  I guess we were 
all too embarrassed at what had happened.  Still, that didn't 
keep me from asking as I pulled on my blouse, "Same time next 
week?"  Not one of the boys objected.
     Well, as you can imagine, by then I KNEW things had gone too 
far ... and if they kept on going and I LET them keep on 
going ... in a few weeks things would get even worse ... or 
better, depending on your viewpoint.  Somehow I convinced myself 
that I could control things.  The boys certainly weren't going to 
rape me; so I knew I could say "Stop" at any time.



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     Of course, I forgot that there was one other person to 
control in the photo-club ... Me.
     Well, as you can imagine, things progressed.  A week later I 
was lying on a pad, telling the boys to, "Cum all over me."  
Yeah, right.  I insisted that they be careful about getting it 
near my cunny, because I didn't want to get pregnant by my own 
brothers, but otherwise they could squirt cum all over my body, 
in my face even.  I insisted that they all take GOOD pictures of 
this, because it was going to be the last shoot.
     I came so hard I almost blacked out.
     Later, while looking at the pictures of me streaked with 
thick white cum all over my face, boobs, belly, and even legs, I 
just HAD to print out a couple and use them to masturbate to.
     For some reason, the boys kept on doing my chores as if they 
weren't mine any more ... even though the "photo club" shoots 
were supposedly over.  It was kind of depressing to know that 
exciting period of our lives was finished.  But a girl can't have 
sex with her own brothers, can she?  Not that what we were doing 
was exactly sex ... but it was close.
     No, I didn't PLAN what came next.  For sure the boys didn't.  
As far as we all were concerned, the whole thing was finished 
because we knew it was getting too darned close to something that 
would change things forever between us.  Heck, it already had.
     Only ... Saturday came around, our parents were out, and I 
found myself somehow clearing the living-room and setting up the 
cot and pad we had used the week before.  When Mike came in and 
looked questioningly at me, I said, "Aren't you guys going to 
help me get ready for the photo shoot?"
     There was almost a hole in the air where Mike had been; and 
two minutes later, all three boys were helping me set up the room 
for yet another shoot.
     "This time," I said, laying back on the cot, "I want you 
boys to all cum on me right HERE."  I pointed at the light fuzz 
just above the entrance to my crack.  "Try not to cum in me if 
you can, but if we do it right, it will LOOK like you got it all 
over (and even inside) my vagina.  If we do it right, it will 
make one hell of a sexy picture."
     Well, as you can imagine, it did.  I didn't even DARE 
masturbate myself this time; as if I had, I would have probably 
worked my brothers' sperm inside me.  So, I just lay there and 
let all three boys jack off on my tummy and just above the hole 
that led into my body.
     I couldn't believe how obscene, yet how exciting it was to 
see the thick white pearly cum first squirting, and then oozing 
onto my tummy.  It tickled, for one thing.  The cum from all 
three boys was incredibly thick, white, and made an obscene pool 
on my tummy that slowly started to liquefy and run towards my 
sides and a little down between my legs (safely PAST my vagina, 
but near it).
     "Now take a picture, QUICK," I said; trying to hold my pose 
before the goo got liquid and slipped off.
     "Sexy, isn't it?" I asked; while each of my brothers snapped 
and took pictures of their cum puddling so dangerously near to my 
exposed cunny.  "Well ... Think of how sexy THIS is," I added.



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     To my brothers' astonishment (and to MINE too!) I reached 
down to the obscene pool of cum on my belly, and cupping a 
finger, PUSHED the whole gooey gob of thick white goo down until 
it reached my pussy-lips ... then I pushed it inside!
     Gawd, even now I can't believe I did something so 
crazy/obscene.  I actually grabbed thick white gobs of my own 
brothers' cum and forced it into my body with my fingers.  From 
being hotter than a firecracker from watching all three boys 
ejaculate on me, I almost exploded with orgasm as I took their 
cum and forced it into myself; inseminating myself with my own 
brother's cum.
     Joe almost choked as he watched me ... but that didn't keep 
him and the other two boys from filming me as I grabbed gob after 
gooey gob of thick white cum and forced it inside me with my 
fingers, until there was only a slick wetness on my tummy to tell 
where the three boys had first deposited their sperm.  Now almost 
every one of the potent little wrigglers were inside me.  Not as 
dangerous as if they had cum right inside my vagina, but almost.
     "NEXT time, I want you boys to do it right, and cum inside 
me," I told them, as I picked up my panties and slid them on.  
The soft white material almost immediately was wet and slimy from 
the cum oozing out of my still-unfucked slit.  "No, I am NOT 
giving up my virginity to my horny brothers ... but that doesn't 
mean you can't squirt inside me," I explained.  I still had some 
funny idea about being a virgin on my wedding day.
     I could tell that Mike at least was disappointed that we 
weren't going to consummate things right then.  But, like always, 
all three boys accepted MY decision about how far I was willing 
to go.
     All that week I pondered how things had progressed so 
far ... from the boys learning about girls by just looking at my 
naked body ... to what I had at least implied they would learn 
next week.  I wasn't sure I could go through with it.
     Still, Saturday found us clearing away the living-room 
again ... and this time when we got undressed, all three boys had 
their hands all over my body.  Somehow it seemed right that if 
the boys were actually going to stick their pricks inside me, 
that it was OK for them to touch me all over too.  For sure, I 
never even thought of objecting, because it felt GOOD to be loved 
that way by three men.  I wondered for a moment why I hadn't 
allowed them to touch me with their hands before ... then I lost 
myself to the loving feel of six hands and three mouths stroking 
my body, feeling and licking my swollen titties, and even a 
tongue tickling me in the navel.  I was almost already cumming, 
when I first felt an insistent pressure of something big and 
slippery between my legs, and realized Joe was starting to push 
his erection into me.
     "No," I stopped him.  My big brother looked incredibly 
disappointed, but stopped and pulled away.  "I want Terry to be 
first," I explained.







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     Oh.  All three boys seemed to accept this immediately.  This 
time I lay on my back, and motioned the youngest of my older 
brothers to take Joe's place between my legs.  At last I was 
going to feel what it was like to have a MAN put his prick in my 
hole.  "Careful," I reminded him, "I don't want to lose my 
virginity."
     "Uh," he groaned; and I knew that was as much agreement as I 
would get.  Still, it was enough.  I trusted all three of my 
brothers to do their best and not get carried away.
     Of course, I forgot about that fourth person in the group 
again.
     No, I did not lose my cherry to Terry.  It still felt 
incredibly good to have just the head of my own brother's penis 
lodged inside my body, before he lost it and began squirting 
thick white cum up inside me where it belonged.
     I hastily counted days until my period ... and then forgot 
the danger as I almost came myself from the stimulation of my 
brother's thick white cum squirting inside me.
     The trouble was, both the danger and thrill of feeling my 
own brother ejaculating his sperm inside my vagina; combined with 
the knowledge that both older brothers would be adding their seed 
to the lusty young wrigglers already squirming up inside my body 
in search of my waiting fertility made me all that much more 
ready for what came next.
     When Mike barely waited for Terry to finish, before almost 
pulling his little brother off my body and slamming his prick 
into my waiting hole, it was only my loud, "Ouch," that kept him 
from doing the job his little brother hadn't.  Still, I could 
feel his thick prick probing at the slightly torn tissue inside 
me; and it was all I could do to keep from gabbing my brother by 
the ass and pulling him all the way inside.
     Since this was the first time Mike had ever been inside a 
girl before, he didn't last much longer than his little brother 
had.  Before I was really ready, my middle brother was jerking 
and spasming inside me; trying to force his thick white sperm 
into my body at the same time he fought to keep from hurting me 
by taking my cherry without permission as he did so.  As it was, 
his prick must have torn me even further; as I felt slight stings 
inside me with each jerk of incestuous seed into my vagina.
     Is it any wonder that when Joe's turn came, I was so excited 
I grabbed him HARD by the ass, and pulled on my big brother until 
he slid inside me, all the way up to the hilt, on the slick 
lubrication of his younger brothers' sperm with my own 
lubrication added in?  I didn't more than wince slightly, as the 
older boy finished the job his two brothers had started.  Still, 
it was really ME who forced my older brother to take my 
cherry ... not the other way around, as you might expect.  It 
just felt too damned GOOD not to have him all the way up inside 
me.  Once again, it was ME who lost control, not the boys.








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     Joe must have had SOME experience in fucking a girl before 
(unlike the two younger boys) in spite of his protestations that 
he was still a virgin, but even so I guess the excitement of 
watching his two brothers go first, along with the slick wet heat 
of my vagina still took a quick toll on him.  Joe hadn't made 
more than ten or twelve strokes, grinding his crotch into mine, 
before his thick white cum was spurting against my uterus; 
filling my vagina with brotherly seed as my big brother did his 
best to make sure that it was HIS sperm that won the race up 
inside my uterus to my developing eggs.  I was well and truly 
fucked.
     Only ... the stimulation of having all three brothers 
ejaculate inside me had just made me that much more excited, 
instead of giving me the soothing rest that having an orgasm 
usually did.  While all three boys had theirs, I was just getting 
into mine.
     So, it was with some relief that once Joe rolled off me, 
gasping for breath at the strength of his orgasm, that I felt 
Terry slide on top of me for seconds!  This time the younger 
boy's prick slid all the way into me, instead of stopping at my 
now-tattered hymen.  Also, this time it took much longer for him 
to reach a climax; having taken the edge off the first time he 
emptied his prostate into me.
     God, did that feel good.
     It must have been on the second or third round, when I was 
just lying there taking each boy in turn, with my eyes closed, as 
I finally had enjoyed not one, not two, but at least three and 
possibly even four enormous climaxes, that I noticed something 
different.  By then it was just feeling good ... no longer the 
urgent climb to orgasm ... but just nice feelings of thick family 
cock sliding in and out of my hole, the weight of brotherly body 
on top of mine, and the gasping pants of passion in my ears that 
kept me going.  While not so urgent, it felt NICE to have my 
brothers inside me like that.  If the boys had wanted to keep 
taking turns emptying their sperm into my body all night long, I 
would have been happy to keep taking it.  After all, once the 
first thick white spurt of incestuous cum had gone into me, there 
wasn't all that much more danger in letting each one do it some 
more ... was there?  Whatever.
     Only this felt different.  Rougher and bigger somehow.  I 
opened my eyes in surprise to find MY FATHER fitting his swollen 
prick into my tender and puffy hole, before he slid it all the 
way up into my belly and bumped into my cervix.
     "Ouch," I said, then, "Daddy!"
     "Sorry," he said ... but didn't stop stroking in and out.
     "What are you DOING here?" I asked; still wincing a bit, 
each time my father pushed in a little hard ... But I didn't even 
attempt to push him away either.  A silly question I know, 
considering what we were doing; but Dad hadn't been over to see 
us in WEEKS ... and this was definitely not a time I would have 
expected him to show up!






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     "Your mother and Uncle Boyd got a little suspicious of you 
kids being busy each Saturday," he explained; still keeping up a 
steady rhythm in and out of my body, "so they figured out what 
was happening, and invited the family over as kind of a surprise 
for you."
     FAMILY?!?!
     I looked down past my father's hips, and sure enough the 
whole family was there.  Not only Daddy but Aunt June, their 
daughter May, Mom, Uncle Boyd, Grandpa Mike and Grandpa Tim as 
well.  Even Dad and his sister's new baby was there; sitting in a 
"safety seat", with a bottle keeping the child quiet.  All the 
men were lined up in a row, "waiting their turn," while Aunt June 
and my half-sister got each man ready for me.  Oh my GOD, I was 
"pulling a train" with my own family, while Daddy's sister and 
their daughter got each man ready to cum inside me!
     I blinked twice at that last.  I really couldn't believe 
that the three-year-old would actually be "fluffing" for me ... 
but she was.  The little girl had our grandfather's prick in her 
mouth; and was working it up and down with her hands; trying to 
get the old man ready to cum in me, without choking on him or 
getting him to cum too soon.  Oh my God!
     The photo shoot was still going on as well; as I noticed my 
mother with the reflex camera in one hand, and the movie camera 
in the other, taking pictures of the whole thing.  Mom was making 
sure that I had a record of this event; the slight bulge of her 
tummy hardly getting in the way at all of doing two things at 
once.
     By this time, Daddy's prick was swelling in me; and I knew 
he must have been watching my brothers for some time and was too 
excited to last.  "Uh, princess?" he asked.  "Daddy's going to 
squirt the thick white stuff that makes babies right up in your 
tummy and get you pregnant," he explained.  Unlike my brothers, 
Daddy didn't seem to want to get me pregnant without my 
permission.
     "Do it, Daddy.  Cum in me," I told him.  By now, I knew that 
if I had even a chance of getting pregnant tonight, I would.  If 
the baby was fathered on me by Daddy, then it was about as bad 
(or as good) as if it was one of my brothers doing it.  Now 
if ... I shut THAT thought off in a hurry.
     Daddy did.  Burying himself to the hilt inside me, I felt my 
father's prick twitch ... once ... twice ... then three times.  
Then it was all over, and Grandpa Tim pulled his prick out of 
May's hardworking little mouth and slid inside me to take the 
younger man's place.  Three strokes, and Grandpa Tim added his 
seed to his son-in-law's, and was followed by Joe and then Mike.
     This time it took a bit longer for Mike to cum ... I guess 
cumming in his little sister three times already, was starting to 
slow him down ... but my brother still seemed to like it.









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     It was just when Mike was delivering a couple weak spurts of 
cum in me, that I heard a choking, gulping, "Pthiicckktt!" from 
beside me.  I looked over and my three year old little sister 
(OK ... HALF sister) was choking on Grandpa Mike's prick, which 
somehow had gotten halfway into the child's mouth.  Thick white 
gobs of goo were running out of his granddaughter's nose, her 
eyes were watering, and for a second the little girl looked like 
she was choking.  Grandpa Mike must have gotten so excited at 
seeing my brother cumming in me, while the sensation of his own 
granddaughter sucking on his prick had added to the stimulation, 
that he must have cum right down her throat; almost choking her 
in the process.
     Still, May didn't pull away; milking the remains of Grandpa 
Mike's thick cum into her mouth and swallowing heavily, before he 
stepped out of line to be replaced by Uncle Boyd.
     "Thanks, Grandpa," she said; wiping her eyes and nose with a 
tissue Mom handed her.
     "Oooh!"  Right then I was distracted from my little sister's 
problems, as a thick, heavy, satisfying presence slid into my 
body.  Uncle Boyd was home.
     "Thanks, Uncle Boyd," I whispered up at him, before neither 
of us could say anything in a kiss that left me almost as 
breathless as the wonderful sensation of his prick sliding in and 
out of my hole.
     "Thank YOU," he responded, after almost licking my tonsils.
     "Why haven't you done this before?" I asked; squirming up at 
him.  A good question; as I certainly wouldn't have objected ... 
even if my uncle had wanted to take my virginity and get me 
pregnant with his babies.  As you might guess, I love my uncle.  
Uncle Boyd has taken care of me, watched over me when I was sick, 
been to my plays, and otherwise been all the things my father 
HASN'T been since Daddy left a little over four years ago.
     "You weren't ready," he responded.  "Besides, you never 
asked me."
     "Oh."  One other thing still bothered me though.  "Well," I 
said; squirming up at my uncle to get his thick prick even deeper 
in my belly, "if you and Mom don't have any objections to incest, 
then why haven't YOU two been ... uh ... 'getting it on' like 
this?" I asked.
     "Whoever said we haven't?"  Uncle Boyd grinned back at me; 
jerking his body into mine, while the thick white spurts of his 
incestuous seed filled my womb.  God ... I hope the baby is his.















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