                               Cool
                         An Erotic Story

     Thank goodness for kingsize beds.
     I remember the first time I got it, and installed it in the 
bedroom.  "Cool," had been Mike's response; seeming to be more 
fascinated by the bed itself than the uses to which it was going 
to be put.  "Cool."  The meaning kids attach these days to that 
word.
     This morning I woke up for the first time in months, with my 
prick still stuck in my daughter's tight little vagina.  This 
gave me an almost instant erection again, once I woke up out of 
the groggy slumber enough to appreciate it.  Usually, no matter 
which of the twins I'm screwing, one of us turns over in the 
night, or the other two disturb us, or something else happens, 
like having to get up and pee, so we don't manage this.  Unlike 
my wife, neither one of the two girls minds me leaving my prick 
inside her after we fuck, so I try this quite regularly.  I just 
don't succeed that often.
     As I said, knowing Karen (Or was it Sharon?  I was still a 
little groggy.) had spent the entire night with my prick leaking 
last little dribblets of sperm inside her, gave me an almost 
instant erection.  A morning "piss-hard" just added to the 
obscene swelling of my prick in the 9 year old girl.  God I love 
my daughters.
     Being stuck together all night like that didn't leave much 
lubrication; so there was a slightly painful catch the first time 
I pulled out a little, before sliding back all the way into the 
girl.  The pulling apart might have hurt a tiny bit; but feeling 
my little girl's tight little sleeve slide down my swollen prick 
was incredibly good.  Even after all the sperm I left in the 
little girl's tummy the night before, I knew it wouldn't be long 
before I was decorating the inside of my daughter's womb with 
thick white gobs of incestuous seed.  Just knowing I was about to 
fill my own daughter's tummy with the same sperm that created her 
not 10 years earlier was SO erotic that I knew I wouldn't last 
long.  I never did in the morning; but then, neither of the twins 
ever complained either.  Event though they're both too young to 
get pregnant yet, there's something incredibly erotic about 
breeding your own 9 year old daughter; fucking her, and cumming 
inside her, as if you were trying to get her pregnant before she 
finished the third grade.  It would probably be at least another 
year, and probably two (or hopefully even three) before either of 
the twins started ovulating.  Time enough to worry about that 
later.  Until they did, and Mike and we had to start taking 
precautions, Mike and I could enjoy feeling the girls' cunnies 
sliding over out bare pricks, while we enjoyed the sensation of 
ejaculating our sperm right up inside the little girls' 
unprotected sex.  Even when the girls DID start their periods, I 
hoped to put them on the pill, so Mike and I could still feel 
bare quivering cunny milking on bare quivering prick.






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     While not quite as exciting as knowing you're squirting your 
sperm in the belly of a child who MIGHT get pregnant when you cum 
inside her, we could still have fun pretending; while the girls 
wouldn't have to worry about having a baby before they started 
high school.  As I said, time enough to worry about that when the 
girls reached puberty.  In the meantime I was keeping close watch 
on both twins to be sure they didn't start ovulating early; and I 
already had made arrangements for them to see the doctor once 
they did.  So everything was prepared.
     Still, just the fantasy of getting my own daughter (or 
daughters) pregnant with my baby was so erotic I felt myself 
suddenly spewing inside the little girl before she fully realized 
I was copulating with her, and had barely started humping back at 
me.
     "I'm sorry, Karen," I groaned; as the little girl's sleeve 
rubbing against the swollen head of my prick got to be too much, 
and I started pumping cum in the little girl like she was the 
last woman on earth, and my body was trying to ensure the 
continuation of the species, "I can't help it."
     No, I was NOT sorry for fucking or even cumming inside my 
daughter . . . only for doing it so quick the little girl didn't 
have time to enjoy it herself.
     "It's OK Daddy," whispered Karen (this time I KNEW it was my 
eldest daughter by 20 minutes).  "I don't mind."
     With each thick surge of life-giving sperm rippling through 
my prick and into her tight little hole, Karen pushed back at me 
to make sure her father's seed went as far up inside her as it 
could go.  While I don't have the 10 or 12 inch pricks of the 
porno-stars we watched sometimes, or even the 8 or 9 inch pricks 
of the guy in the stories I liked to read, the six-inch cock I 
had was still long enough to reach the child's cervix, where I 
could just barely feel the knob bumping against the head as I 
ejaculated wad after thick white wad of incestuous cum in the 
child's vagina where it belonged.  God, did that feel good.  Even 
though both twins like to "get off" almost as much as I do, I 
never once heard the slightest bit of resentment in their voices 
when I came too quick in the mornings like this; seeming to be 
happy just knowing *I* was feeling good.  And oh was I ever 
feeling good right then!
     It was only when my involuntary hunches into Karen slowed 
down; and I was just working dreamingly back and forth in the 
girl, while Karen's friendly little slit milked the last few 
drops of cum into her body, that I became aware that our jiggling 
had woken the other two occupants of the bed.  Sharon and Mike 
were enjoying a nice leisurely "spoon-fashion" fuck, while they 
watched the obscene things going on in the other half of the bed.  
Only when I gave the last conclusive shudder, and they both knew 
I had finished cumming in their sister, did Mike pull out and 
roll on top of his little sister.
     This time it was Karen and my turn to watch my son and his 
little sister fuck, as WE enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being 
intimately connected, while the girl's two siblings put on a 
porno-show for us.




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     At 14, Mike is almost as big as I am (in the prick 
department) with signs of possibly even being bigger later.  
Still, a 6" prick isn't all that big . . . even for a barely 
teenaged boy.  Just a nice little pussy-pleaser for his little 
sister.
     While my prick slowly oozed the last few drops of incestuous 
seed in her older sister, Sharon and Mike were putting on quite a 
show for their horny father and sister.  By now the two siblings 
were doing the classical "bump and grind" with the 9-year-old's 
legs wrapped around her big brother like a whore trying to get 
her customer off.  "Oh fuck, cunt, piss, shit, fuck!" mouthed 
Sharon; humping madly back at her big brother . . . almost as 
hard as he was humping into her.  My son is almost as good at 
fucking the girls as I am (or who knows; maybe even better, 
considering).  "Make me cum, Mike," she pleaded, just before her 
body went rigid and she jerked uncontrollably.
     "Oh shit, Karen, don't.  I . . . I . . . Oh shit."  My son's 
exclamation of disgust, as Sharon's uncontrolled clamping on his 
prick sent him over the edge almost made me giggle.  I knew from 
watching the kids many times earlier, that Mike had intended to 
fuck the little girl through three or even four big orgasms like 
that . . . only it seems my son has almost as little control in 
the morning as I do.
     I watched, grinning, at the two frantically mating siblings, 
while Karen's tight little slit kept MY prick comfortably happy, 
until the older boy had obviously finished rutting with his 
little sister, and had sank down on her gasping; his chest 
flattening the two just developing mounds on his little sister's.  
"Sorry, Sher," he barely managed to gasp.  "I couldn't stop."
     "Mmmmmmmm," murmured Sharon dreamily; her legs slowly 
relaxing their death grip around Mike's body.  It was obvious the 
girl was NOT displeased with her big brother's lovemaking.  "Felt 
good," she added.
     While watching my son and daughter mating in my bed HAD 
revived my prick a little, it was not enough to fuck the little 
girl squirming around it.  If I had tried, I know we both would 
have just ended up even more horny and disappointed.  I wasn't 14 
years old any more; and it took almost two hours between fucks 
before I even had a fair chance of completing a second one.
     Well, if I wasn't 14, there was another occupant of the room 
who was.  I watched Mike pull his white-streaked prick out of the 
younger girl's body.  Even after ejaculating almost as much sperm 
in the girl as I had left in her twin, Mike's prick was STILL 
erect.  The streaks and slimy look on the swollen member sliding 
out of his sister, while almost obscene, were incredibly erotic 
too; showing that the boy HAD not only fucked the girl, but had 
ejaculated inside his sister too; breeding the little girl as if 
he was trying to father a child on his own sister before her 10th 
birthday.








                                3


     I made a mental note to give the kids another lesson in 
human sexuality; as they should all know what was happening and 
how babies were made, BEFORE the boy accidentally got one of his 
sisters pregnant.  Mike, I was fairly sure, knew the results of 
boys having unprotected sex with girls.  But I wasn't too sure 
about the girls.  Better tell them BEFORE they started having 
periods, so we could start taking precautions when the time came.  
Better safe than sorry, as they always say.  With both twins 
already showing slight bumps on their chests, it might be sooner 
than I originally planned; and I wasn't going to let things 
happen like they had to my cousin Erma, where she got pregnant at 
only 10 years old, without ever knowing what was happening until 
her tummy got big.  Early pregnancies run in the family, as my 
wife once told me about her sister Karen (yes, the aunt who Karen 
was named after) who got pregnant even younger.  How young?  I'm 
not sure; but from adding up birthdays I THINK my sister-in-law 
might have gotten PG at the twins' age or even younger.  Nobody 
in my wife's family ever talked much about it; and Monica never 
DID tell me who they thought the father was.  Which is 
strange,considering our present arrangement.
     Regretfully I pulled out of Karen; leaving her looking 
hopefully at her big brother.  "Don't forget Karen," I said, 
before leaving to take my shower.  "After all, Sharon's not your 
only sister you know."
     Mike never bothered to answer; but I got the hint of a nod 
as I headed for the bathroom.  Then I heard the satisfied moan of 
a horny little girl getting her tight little slit filled with 
thick prick.  Mike was going to get a sloppy fuck; but that had 
never bothered him before.  After getting off once in one twin, 
and with my sperm making Karen all slippery inside, I figured 
Mike would be able to go a good long time before decorating the 
little girl's womb with his seed.  Maybe this way the girl would 
get her rocks off, like I hadn't.
     I was just getting into the shower when I heard the rising 
wail of a little 9-year-old getting her rocks off.  I grinned to 
myself; as I knew that Karen never got off like that unless being 
dually stimulated by both her big brother's prick, and her twin's 
assistance.  It seems the three siblings in the other room were 
having a "menage a troi".
     I knocked on the door of the two younger girls as I left the 
shower and chased the three older kids out of the bedroom to take 
their showers.  Shortly I heard the click of the other bedroom 
door, then the squealing of two 9 year old girls from the 
bathroom.  It seems the kids had decided to take a shower 
together.  "Breakfast in 15!" I yelled as I passed.  Nobody 
answered; but I figured that was normal . . . considering what 
they were probably doing in that shower.  The shrieks and giggles 
of two pre-teens can be both loud and distracting.  Grinning, I 
headed down to make breakfast.  The kids would come when they 
were finished.
     I was just about to sit down to MY bowl of oatmeal and 
toast, when Sherrie came in; sleepily wiping her eyes.  From the 
sound of things, her older siblings were still hogging the 
shower, and the 7-year-old didn't want to wait for her breakfast.



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     I grinned at the little girl, and motioned her to a seat, 
while spooning out a helping of cereal.  "Morning, Hon," I said.
     "Morning, Daddy," she replied; stretching her arms in an 
unconsciously erotic manner.  I looked at my second-to-youngest 
daughter, and smiled at her.  Definitely I'd have to have that 
"lesson" pretty soon; as it wouldn't be long before the child 
started wondering what her older siblings did every night when 
they climbed in bed with her father.  Brown hair, gorgeous brown 
eyes, the prettiest smile you ever saw on a child; and you knew 
immediately why Sherry was "Daddy's Girl" even more than her 
three sisters.  Even the twins with their developing bodies and 
sexy hips, saucy tongues, and tight little slits milking my sperm 
into their bodies didn't make my heart melt like Sherrie did.  
All four girls had brown hair and brown eyes from their mother; 
but it was the little 7-year-old that had both the personality 
and looks that had trapped me so easily into loving a woman I 
knew I could never have permanently.  Well, with 12 wonderful 
years before she left, and five wonderful kids, I couldn't 
complain she cheated me.  Monica had kept every bit of her 
bargain and then some; especially when you consider the twins.  
<Sigh.>  Even with the twins to hold and cuddle (and yes, even 
have sex with) I still miss my wife.  Maybe someday, when her 
father . . . .
     I immediately stopped that line of thought.  It had hurt 
Monica enough to leave me, as it was.  I didn't want her hurt 
further like that.  I couldn't even bring myself to feel 
resentment at the older man for needing her even more than I did.  
After all these years (what was it now . . . four years already?) 
I still loved my wife.
     I returned from my reminiscing to smile at the little girl 
dipping toast in her milk.  Sherrie was SO much like her mother I 
didn't know how I was going to keep my hands off the child when 
she started getting interested in sex.  At least her two older 
sisters had been horny little sluts who saw nothing wrong with 
sleeping with their big brother, and then later their father, 
once they found out I didn't object to their crawling in bed with 
me and comforting me after their mother had left.  Then, when I 
caught them both in bed with Mike, and his barely pubescent prick 
sliding in and out of Sharon's tight little cunny and didn't 
raise the roof like most fathers would have, it wasn't four hours 
later that I woke up to Karen snuggling up to ME, trying to fit 
MY swollen prick in her tight little cunny . . . just like Mike 
had been doing to her little sister/twin.
     Imagine my surprise, when I took her virginity; thinking the 
child had already lost it to her big brother.  Only Mike never 
HAD fucked either girl "all the way"; stopping when it first 
hurt; thinking that was just how big the little girls were 
inside.  (Well, at 7, almost 8, the twins had been LITTLE girls.  
Now, almost two years later . . . well, they were women; but 
STILL little girls too.)  Two nights later I took Sharon's 
virginity; and both girls have been unashamedly fucking their 
father and big brother almost every day since then.





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     Sherrie now, was SO demure; seeming to be completely unaware 
of the way she was showing her developing body to her father 
(unlike the horny displays of skin the older girls put on; trying 
to entice me or Mike into bed as often as possible.  Two cuter, 
hornier, more lovable little sluts you never imagined) while 
their little sister looked SO innocent, with her legs tucked 
under her, her tiny little nightdress rucked up, until you could 
see not only half of her bare tummy, but her bare little cunny, 
slightly reddened, drooling slippery wet drools on the wooden 
chair, as if she had just been fucked, and didn't even notice her 
exposed state to her father . . . .
     SLIPPERY WET DROOLS ?!?!?!
     Without being obvious, I reached across Sherrie for the 
butter; as if to fix another slice of toast.  I barely noticed 
the quieter sounds of the house as the girls finished showering 
and started getting dressed.  Yes, the smell of fresh cum was 
unmistakable.  My little girl had just been fucked; and obviously 
NOT for the first time; as there wasn't any sign of pain, 
discomfort, or even the slight smears of blood her older sisters 
had when they lost their virginity.  I guess my son had taken my 
advice literally about not having only one sister in the house to 
fuck.  Oh shit.
     Still, Sherrie wasn't that much younger (only about 7 
months) than her two sisters were, the first time that Mike had 
slid his prick inside them.  And the little girl didn't seem 
bothered by it either.  If I made a big scene about the teenager 
fucking the little girl, it would probably cause even more 
trouble than we already had.  I repeat . . . oh shit.
     "Where's your little sister?" I asked Sherrie; trying to 
take my mind off the suddenly erotic thought that the child who 
looked so much like my wife, and who I loved almost as much if 
not more, was old and developed sexually enough to take a prick 
almost as big (or possibly even bigger) than mine inside her.  I 
was NOT going to seduce my own little 7-year-old daughter 
though . . . no matter HOW tempting it was.  It had been the 
twins who came to me; not me to them.  I was NOT going to force 
myself on a little girl by even HINTING how much I wanted her.  
If I did, it would (to my mind anyway) be almost like rape; as 
what girl could (or would) resist her own father; especially if 
she knew how much I needed her.  I'd just have to be happy with 
the twins.  Not that THAT was so onerous.  Most men would give 
their left nuts to have two horny little sluts like the twins 
crawling all over them.  So far, in over two years, there had 
been no sign of either girl getting tired or disgusted at the 
idea of making love to her own father.  Far from it in fact; with 
both girls draining me dry; and then attacking their big brother 
when I gave out.  It had been the horny attack of the two 
insatiable sluts the previous night, that had left me unable to 
perform adequately this morning.  After leaving my sperm in 
Karen's belly twice, and Sharon's belly once, it was a wonder I 
managed to cum this morning at all.






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     Up to now, I hadn't even thought of the fact that I was 
nude, until I noticed Sherrie's eyes fastened like a bird 
following a snake at the erection I was suddenly sporting.  The 
knowledge my 7 year old little girl was fucking, and probably 
LIKED to fuck, just like her big sisters, was making me so hard 
that I knew I wasn't done for the day after all.  Damn!  And the 
twins had to get off to school . . . no time to fuck them again.
     "What's that again?" I asked; suddenly aware I had missed 
the little girl's response, while contemplating the idea of my 
second-youngest daughter LIKING to fuck, and her response to 
seeing me respond to that knowledge.
     "I said, 'I think she's in our room, fucking Mike,'" she 
responded; now unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of my 
swollen prick poking at her; with a drop of pre-cum forming at 
the tip.
     Holy shit!!!  I tore off to the room the little girls 
shared; barely aware of Sherrie following me; being no more aware 
of what was bothering me, than she seemed to know how her being 
fucked was affecting me.
     "Daddy?" she asked; peering around me as my eyes took in the 
incredible sight of my 15 year old son fucking his 5 year old 
little sister, as if boys were supposed to try and father a child 
on their own sisters before the kids even started Kindergarten.  
The little 5-year-old wasn't objecting; but she wasn't really 
fucking back like her older sisters did, either.  Marcy just lay 
there while her big brother fucked her "missionary style" until 
the older boy began jerking and thrusting into the child 
uncontrollably.  Still, Marcy only whimpered a little; wrapping 
her arms around her big brother more to hold him still so he 
didn't get so violent, than to try to either push him off or pull 
him into her, like her older sisters usually did.  I could tell 
the teenager was ejaculating his seed in the child's womb; and 
there wasn't much Marcy could do to stop him short of screaming.  
Still, Marcy's face only showed slight discomfort at her 
brother's harder thrusts; not real pain or even disgust or anger 
at the older boy for fucking her.
     "Daddy?" repeated Sherrie; as we both watched her big 
brother drain his seed into her little sister's womb.
     "Huh?" I could barely answer as the knowledge my son was 
fucking all four of his little sisters slowly sank into my head.  
I guess it's not surprising since I never had told him he 
shouldn't; and he already had been fucking the twins for over two 
years now.  God . . . how long had he been fucking Sherrie and 
Marcy?!  It was obvious that both girls were NOT virgins; and 
hadn't been for some time.
     "When're you going to fuck me like you do the twins?" she 
asked.  "It's not fair that they get to sleep with you all the 
time, while we only get to fuck Mike."
     Oh shit.  I HAD to have that little discussion with the 
kids . . . today!
     "Right now, Honey," I said; picking up my 7 year old 
daughter and carrying her in my arms to the bedroom I usually 
shared with her older siblings.  "Right now."  I was NOT going to 
play the hypocrite, and pretend I didn't want to fuck her.  
"Cool," she replied; snuggling into my arms.


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     Four hours later, after filling my sexy little girl's womb 
TWICE with incestuous seed in less than 40 minutes (and then 
regretting not saving some for her little sister) for the first 
time in almost two years, gathered all five kids in the kitchen 
and started explaining about sex, and how babies get made.
     Huh?  You want hear all the gory details about how I first 
slid my prick up in my own 7 year old daughter's tight little 
slit and pumped her belly full of thick white gobs of her own 
father's seed?  God, you're perverts!  Sorry, I just can't.  I 
did NOT just climb on top of Sherrie though, and pump her tight 
little slit full of paternal sperm.  I made love to her, like 
Monica taught me so long ago.  I STILL love my wife; though it's 
beginning to look like I'm going to love her daughter even more, 
if that's possible.  Yes, I DID fuck my little girl, and yes I 
DID fill her belly twice with thick white cum in that time.  It 
was NOT the incredible feel of her tight little slit milking the 
sperm out of my prick an up inside her cunny that sticks in my 
mind the most however (though I'll never forget THAT feeling 
until the day I die).  No, the thing that sticks in my mind the 
most, was AFTER I had drained my seed in the child's womb; and 
Sherrie and I were both lying there, enjoying the soft sweet 
afterglow of glorious sex, with my prick slowly wilting inside 
her, while her tight little vagina still kept my slowly shrinking 
prick SO comfortable inside her, that she said the words I'll 
treasure forever.
     "Thanks Daddy," she said; hugging me close.  "That was SO 
cool."  I was afraid of almost squashing the little girl in the 
mattress; but Sherrie almost seemed to WANT the full weight of my 
body on top of her.  "For a while there," she said, "I thought 
you didn't want to fuck me; only the twins.  Promise you won't 
stop?"
     "Uh . . . you'll get older," I warned her.  "Your body will 
change, and you'll want to get married to someone else, and have 
children of your own some day.  I can't promise that.  I don't 
want to hurt you."
     "Daddy!  The only way you'll hurt me, is by not promising.  
Even if I get married and have kids, I STILL want you to fuck 
me . . . please Daddy?" she almost begged; with tears in her 
eyes.
     What could I say?  I promised.  Only in the back of my mind 
I told myself firmly that if Sherrie ever changed her mind, or 
(like most teenagers do at some point in their lives) wanted me 
to leave her alone, or she DID get married, and it would hurt her 
marriage, then I would stop . . . no matter how much it hurt me.  
I could no more force my daughter to stay, than I could her 
mother.  I love them both too much to cause them that pain.
     "Thanks, Daddy," she said; kissing me.  "Momma was 
right . . . you DO love me like you do her.  Now come here and 
fuck me, like you used to do Momma."








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     That was the first indication I ever had that Monica had 
left me a "present" of the kids; wanting me to be as happy as she 
was, even if she had to leave me.  It didn't take long of 
questioning the kids though to confirm my suspicions; as it turns 
out that neither they nor Monica were really trying to keep it a 
secret.  Any time I asked, the twins or Mike would have been 
willing to tell me before.  Only I did have to ask.  Somehow the 
knowledge that within a few hours I WOULD be having sex with my 
own 5 year old little girl, after having already had sex with her 
three older sisters, was quite sobering, once I got down from the 
incredible high of filling Sherrie's tight little tube with 
incestuous cum for the second time.  For only seven years old, 
the little girl is remarkably good in bed.  Of course, she's been 
having her big brother teach her for almost two years now; and 
before that, her mother taught her a lot of things before she 
even had sex with Mike.  It seems those visitation days had been 
filled with all sorts of interesting things.  Ah well . . . one 
MORE reason to have that little chat with the kids.
     "Tonight," I said; turning off the TV, "we're all going to 
have a little sex-education class."
     I waved down the kids' disappointed, "Aaawww," at missing 
their show with my hand, and Mike's, "But DAD . . . we already 
KNOW all that stuff.  How to fuck and everything.  I've already 
taught the girls how to suck and everything.  I even ate each of 
them out twice, just so that they know what it's like.  and while 
none of us particularly likes anal sex, we know all about that 
too.  Even if we don't like it, we tried fingers and things a few 
times.  So can we go back to watching the show?"
     I grinned at the boy's ignorance; thinking he knew "all 
about sex."  I was over 18 years older than my son, and I knew 
very little about it, besides the fact that I liked it very much.  
"OK," I said agreeably; willing to let my son prove his point.  
"Tell me what lactation is, and why it happens.  When does a girl 
ovulate, and in which part of her cycle?  Where are a girl's 
ovaries, and what relationship do they have to her fallopian 
tubes?  What's a miscarriage, and why does it happen?  If you can 
answer even three of those four questions, I'll assume you WERE 
paying attention in your course in 'Human Sexuality' that I 
thought you skipped out on two years ago."  I waited.
     All three girls looked wide-eyed at me; showing complete 
ignorance; then with amusement at their big brother, who (not for 
the first time) was caught "with his pants down".
     "Uh . . .," stammered Mike.  ". . . Aren't a woman's 
phellean tubes between her ovaries and her uterus?"
     "They're called 'fallopian tubes';" I corrected, "and 
they're between the ovaries and the womb.  The uterus is further 
down.  But close enough.  Any others?"
     "Uh . . ."  Mike was sweating now.  "Isn't a miscarriage 
something like abortion?" he asked.
     "Spontaneous abortion," I agreed.  "Do you know what 
abortion is?"
     My son turned beet red . . . I guess he DID know what 
abortion is.




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     "Daaad," he complained, "I can't tell THAT in front of my 
little sisters here!"
     "But you can screw them . . . fuck them . . . so they get 
pregnant, and might HAVE an abortion, but you can't tell them 
about it huh?" I asked quietly.  "Do you really dislike your 
little sisters THAT much?"
     All four girls looked at their big brother turning shades of 
embarrassed red; fighting the unfair accusation.
     "But I don't . . . I mean I do . . . I mean that's not 
fair!" he finally blurted.
     "No, it's not," I agreed.  "Do you think it's fair to THEM 
to have to go through that, just because you and I were afraid to 
tell them about it?"
     Mike stopped fighting.  "Sorry Dad," he apologized.  "You're 
right.  It isn't fair; and I don't know what those other words 
meant.  OK?"
     "OK," I said.  And son . . . ?"
     "Yeah?"
     "I'm proud of you.  Now let's get started, if there's no 
more objections?"
     Not one word was said.
     "Tonight," I said, "I'm only going to cover the most 
important stuff; and only cursorily; so you all know how girls 
get pregnant and why.  Tomorrow we'll cover more; and this 
weekend I'll pick up a regular course-book, and we'll go through 
it . . . shouldn't take more than a week or so with about an hour 
every night.  Sex isn't all THAT complicated that we need to 
worry about all the 'in and out' details."  I chuckled at the 
little joke.
     Even Mike grinned back at me.  Sherrie raised her hand.
     "Pregnant, Daddy?" she asked.  "Mrs. Meyers is pregnant, 
according to some kids at school; and all I can see is that she's 
FAT."
     All four girls giggled at this.
     "Pregnant means she's going to have a baby, Dummy," 
snickered Mike.
     This almost brought on an argument, which I quickly 
squelched.
     "Yes," I said, "Mrs. Meyers is pregnant, which means she's 
going to have a baby in a few months.  The reason she LOOKS so 
fat, is that the baby is inside her tummy, and is growing there.  
As it gets bigger, so will Mrs. Meyers.  When you girls 
eventually get pregnant, you'll 'get fat' like that too."
     "I'll never get THAT fat," said Sherrie; looking down at her 
flat little tummy; imagining it bulging with a baby inside.  "I 
couldn't."
     "Yes you could," I told her; not knowing how prophetic my 
words would be.  "But not yet . . . your body is too small for 
that.  Even the twins are too young to really worry about getting 
pregnant yet.  But they're getting older fast, so we all want to 
keep an eye out for what might happen if we're not careful.  I 
think we'll all agree that you kids are too small to have babies 
of your own yet?"




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     All of the kids nodded agreement except Sherrie who was 
trying to stuff a sack of sugar under her blouse to see what 
being pregnant would look like.  "Sherrie?" I prompted.
     "Huh, Oh yeah . . . Sure Dad . . . Whatever you say."
     I couldn't help grinning . . . kids.  A sugar sack?
     Through the rest of the "class" Sherrie sat there, 
occasionally giggling, with the sack of sugar pushed obscenely up 
under her shirt.  Still, she DID listen with almost as much 
interest as the twins, as I explained what menstruation was, how 
it showed not that a girl was able to have a baby, but that by 
bleeding, her egg had FAILED to get fertilized the previous 
month.  Then I explained why we should be especially careful 
watching the twins for signs of approaching menarche, like their 
developing breast and the tiny bits of hair appearing above their 
tight little slits.  For a moment my hair almost stood on end 
when I realized the symptoms of approaching puberty were almost a 
description of the present state of the two pre-teens until I 
decided that they probably were pretty safe yet.  Still . . . I 
resolved to make an appointment with the doctor next week to 
prescribe birth-control for two pre-teenaged little sluts 
(wonderful little sluts; but sluts nonetheless).
     Then I thought about it again and decided, "Tomorrow, not 
next week."
     Breathing easier, I asked both girls if they had noticed any 
other signs of approaching puberty like cramps or spotting.  
Thankfully, neither girl had.
     By this time Marcy had gotten bored with the whole thing; 
and was mostly ignoring the entire proceedings.  Well, what can 
you expect from a 5-year-old?  Sherrie, to my delight, listened 
closely to each item; and even threw in a couple of pertinent 
questions to show she was listening; unlike the twins who didn't 
seem to know whether to be frightened at the prospect of getting 
pregnant, or fascinated at the process of how it happened, and 
how their bodies were fast approaching womanhood.  Both girls 
readily agreed to seeing the doctor; and both were easily made to 
understand why the doctor had to know that they WERE "fooling 
around" sexually; but not WHO they were fooling around with.  
Even if it hadn't been me and Mike, I emphasized to the two girls 
just how important it was that they not tell on their 
lovers . . . no matter WHO their lovers were . . . or else risk 
losing them completely.
     All three of the older girls nodded seriously at this; while 
Marcy continued playing.  I guess I'll have to give the little 
girl her own sex-education-class when she gets a little older.
     The whole family (including me) was very thoughtful after 
that.  I guess the possibility of pregnancy has a sobering 
effect.  Even on me, the thought that Mike or I MIGHT have 
accidentally impregnated one of the twins was slightly chilling.  
(Sad to say it had another effect too; as the thought of the two 
little girls with my babies growing inside their cute little 
tummies had me as hard as I was when I first learned Sherrie 
wanted me to fuck her.)  Still, we were probably pretty safe for 
now.




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     Only I knew all too well what "pretty safe" meant for girls 
when it came to sex and babies.  I also knew the medical term for 
women who relied on thing like "pulling out" or "rhythm" or even 
"she's too young to get pregnant".  Yeah the medical term.  You 
know . . . Mothers?  Tomorrow the girls WERE going to see that 
doctor.
     I decided that for NOW, if the girls were going to get 
pregnant, they already were; and there wasn't much I could do 
about it.  I knew I wouldn't be able to turn either of the two 
horny sluts down that night; and neither would Mike; so I never 
even bothered mentioning it.  Even the fact that I was fucking 
their 7 and 5 year old little sisters now, wouldn't keep those 
two horny sex-maniacs out of my bed.
     Huh?  Yes, I DID fuck Marcy that evening, and yes it DID 
feel good, and yes I DID cum inside her, and yes she DID like it; 
even if not as much as her big sisters do.  OK?  No, I am NOT 
going to go into complete detail about how it feels to slide your 
swollen prick up in the tight little slit of your own 5 year old 
daughter and fill the child's vagina with squirt after thick 
white squirt of incestuous cum.  If you're the type to be turned 
on by a man fucking his own 5 year old little girl; sticking his 
prick up inside her tight little slit, and filling his little 
girl's womb with thick white jets of the same baby-making seed 
that had created her in her mother's womb, then you'll just have 
to imagine how incredibly tight and sexy her tight little box 
would feel around your prick; squeezing the sperm out of your 
penis and into her tiny little body, in spurt after glorious 
spurt, without any lurid words from me describing it.  What kind 
of pervert do you think I am, that I'd write about how it felt to 
ejaculate my sperm inside my own little girl's womb as if I was 
trying to get the 5-year-old pregnant with her own little sister?  
Yeah, THAT kind of pervert.  Anyway, that was later . . . AFTER 
what happened then.  Now back to my story.
     After I finished explaining how girls get pregnant, it took 
a little while for things to get back to normal for me.  The kids 
didn't seem to be as worried as I was though.  Or at least Mike 
and Sherrie weren't.  The twins seemed quite thoughtful; and 
maybe a little scared.  Still, I knew that wouldn't keep either 
Karen OR Sharon from sliding into bed with me and Mike that night 
and asking both of us to fuck the hell out of them like we 
usually did.  I was right.  Mike didn't care too much.  Actually, 
I think he was kind of fascinated by the idea of planting a baby 
in one of his little sisters . . . so long as HE didn't have to 
carry it, then what did he care?  No, Mike wasn't unfeeling . . . 
he was just a teenager.  I think the boy liked all four of his 
little sisters almost as much as I did . . . OK, make that loved 
not liked.  Mike both loved AND liked his little sister a LOT; 
and I just don't think he fully appreciated what a girl has to go 
through to have a baby.  All the more reason to continue with 
these lessons over the next week or so.







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     Sherrie?  I don't know.  She seemed almost fascinated by the 
prospect, instead of worried like she should have been.  I knew 
I'd have to keep a close eye on the little girl.  Thank goodness 
SHE didn't have to worry about getting pregnant yet.  Even her 
two older sisters were pretty safe.  My precautions tomorrow were 
just that . . . precautions.  Neither girl showed any signs of 
having periods yet, and even girls who did, who were sexually 
active, didn't usually get pregnant much before 12 years old.  Oh 
sure . . . you hear stories about girls in biker gangs getting 
knocked-up by their boyfriends at only 11 years old; but that's 
rare even there.  Even 10-year-olds almost never get 
pregnant . . . even when having regular sex.  So why was I 
worried about the twins?  I wasn't . . . not REALLY worried.  
Just apprehensive about the tits starting to grow on their 
chests; and the fact that both girls had tiny bits of down above 
their slits . . . not really hair yet; but still . . . .
     Then, add the fact that the two little girls were almost 
insatiable sluts; draining both me and their big brother dry 
every day, and sometimes two or three times (signs of possible 
what they call "promiscuous puberty" where being sexually 
stimulated makes a girl develop early) and then add the fact that 
both me and my wife have family histories of early 
pregnancies . . . well you can see why I might be a little 
concerned.  Not really worried yet, but concerned enough to make 
that doctor's appointment for the next day.
     Musing about all this made me miss Sherrie's question.  I 
jerked back to the present to find the other four kids back in 
the living room watching television, while Sherrie seemed to be 
coloring our calender.
     "Whatcha' doing Hon?"  I asked her.
     "Just figuring Daddy . . . Is it exactly 9 months a woman 
has a baby?"
     "Well, not exactly," I said; grinning.  "It's really an 
average.  I think they say about 267 days, or something like 
that, why?"
     "Just wondering."  The little girl flipped back about two 
pages to March.
     "Daddy?" she asked, "When did we go to Ryan's birthday-
party?"
     "Ryan's birthday is on the 20th. . . February 20th," I 
replied, "Why?"
     "No, I mean when he had his party, not his birthday.  Wasn't 
it on a Saturday or Sunday?  You know, the day I got sick, and 
had to stay home, while everybody else got cake and ice-cream."
     Damn.  I had TRIED to make that up to her.  Still, having 
cake and ice-cream with your dad was NOT the same as having a 
party with a bunch of kids your age.
     "I think it was Saturday," I replied.  "This one.  Why?" I 
repeated.  A horrible possibility was beginning to appear in my 
head, but I didn't dare let it out.
     "Cool," said Sherrie; starting marking the calendar; then 
stopping and looking up at me.  "Daddy . . . You said a girl 
doesn't . . . doesn't get pregnant when she has her period, but 
after that.  How long after that?"



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     By now I was sweating.  "About two weeks after her last 
period," I said.  "Why?" I repeated.  Only now I knew.  I was 
just hoping Sherrie would prove me wrong.
     "Just figuring, Daddy," she said; Flipping back to march and 
starting numbering.  "One, two, three," she said; carefully 
marking each weekday with a different color, then starting over 
each time she ran out of crayons.
     "Fourty-two, fourty-three, fourty-four," she said; pausing 
when she reached today's date and looking up at me beaming.  I 
smiled wanly back at her.
     God.  Seven years old.  I'm sure her mother didn't have THIS 
in mind when she set up the kids to "take care of Daddy" when she 
left.  Oh God, where was the woman I loved, when her little girl 
needed her so bad?
     I watched with fascination as Sherrie slowly counted.  "Two 
hundred sixty-five, two hundred sixty-six, two hundred sixty-
seven!" she stopped; proudly looking down at a date already 
circled in read . . . November 25 . . . her birthday.
     "Cool!" she said; grinning up at me, with a smile that I 
never could resist on her mother, let alone on the daughter that 
looked so much like her.  Then Sherrie was sobbing in my arms; 
tears wetting my shoulders, while she cried like I hadn't seen 
her cry since she was younger than Marcy.  "Oh Daddy," she cried; 
still sobbing in my arms; then pulling away to show me a brightly 
beaming face that was totally at odds with the tear-streaked eyes 
and runny nose.  "Oh Daddy, it's so totally COOL," she repeated, 
before burying her sobbing face in my shoulder again.  "Cool."  
What a word with such strange meaning.





























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