                            Two Bets
                         An Erotic Story

     When I heard my daughter climb into the shower, I got up 
myself and went into the bathroom to take a pee.  I could see the 
pink shadow of Fawn's body behind the wrinkled glass, but I 
ignored it; just like she ignored the fact that her father was 
using the bathroom at the same time she was.  I could hear Fawn 
softly humming to herself as she worked to wash the sweat off her 
body.
     When I finished the last dribble of yellow liquid, I flushed 
the toilet and, sliding the shower-door to one side, I climbed 
into the tub with my daughter.
     "Daddeee!" squeaked Fawn, in surprise.  "What are you 
DOING?!"
     "Taking a shower with you," I replied; sliding the glass 
curtain back to keep water from making a mess of the floor.  
After I finished pulling the door closed, I grabbed the 
13-year-old's waist to keep from slipping on the slick floor of 
the tub.  "Hand me the soap, will you?  I'll do your back, and 
then you can do mine."  God, did the little girl's skin feel 
deliciously soft and silky under my hands.
     "But Daddy . . .," started Fawn; then seemingly changed her 
mind about whatever it was she wanted to say.  Wordlessly the 
little girl reached behind herself, and handed me the bar.  Just 
feeling her wriggle next to me was almost enough to make me 
ejaculate thick white streams all over her body, the tub, walls, 
and wherever else my prick happened to be pointed.  Thankfully I 
didn't.  Instead, using the soap to lubricate the incredibly 
sensuous body in front of me, I did just like I said I 
would . . . I soaped my daughter's body all over.  Starting with 
her neck, and working down, I lathered up her shoulders, back, 
waist, and on down her buttocks to her legs.  Fawn squirmed at my 
touch, but didn't say a word, besides an occasional sharp intake 
of breath, as I touched her in an unexpected spot.  I carefully 
washed between her cheeks, and then started on her arms.  When I 
finished her back, I reached around my daughter, and started 
soaping down her front; starting with her developing breasts, and 
working on down.  God, was it sexy to feel those delectable 
nubbins under my big hands.
     Fawn just let out a gasp, as she felt her father massaging 
her developing young breasts.
     Carefully, not neglecting them, but not making too much of a 
point about feeling the little girl's titties either, I soaped 
and lathered my daughter's breasts; making sure to press and roll 
each pert little mound to be sure I had checked both of them 
thoroughly (after all, I might as well check her breasts, while 
feeling her up at the same time . . . Not that Fawn was old 
enough to really worry about breast-cancer yet.  Still, it was a 
habit I had gotten into with my wife; performing a breast-
examination at the same time I felt her titties.  Two jobs at 
once.).
     After thoroughly soaping, feeling, and washing the girl's 
bosom, I moved on down to the flat little tummy that had been 
giving me wet-dreams for over 5 years now.


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     Fawn only gave a little shiver, as I worked my calloused 
hand down to her sensitive tummy.  By now my prick was hard as a 
rock; poking at the child's thigh, and occasionally at her pert 
little butt.  I continued down, and washed the sparse hair on her 
cunny; slipping a thick finger into the tight little crease 
between my daughter's legs.  Fawn was just as wet and slippery 
INSIDE, as her body was from the soap on the outside.  I knew 
darned well that neither water nor soap run UP; so I figured my 
daughter was ready.
     "Bend over a little," I said; pulling back on my daughter's 
waist, to make room.
     Obediently, fawn leaned over; the water splattering from her 
back.  I grabbed my daughter by the waist in one hand, and 
swabbed my pre-cum dribbling prick up and down her equally 
slippery slit before slipping the head inside the little girl's 
vagina.
     "Daddeee!" objected Fawn; the first words either of us had 
said in almost five minutes, except for my order of her to "bend 
over."  Still, she didn't pull away either.
     "Easy," I replied; letting go of my prick, now that the head 
was inside her.  "This will only take a minute."  GOD, did that 
feel good.  The tight ring of my little girl's cunny snapped over 
the tip of my penis, and gripped it just behind the glans in an 
erotic embrace that made me grit my teeth to keep from spewing 
thick white baby-juice all over the inside of my daughter's 
vagina.  Grabbing Fawn by the waist in BOTH hands now, I slid my 
swollen prick out about an inch, and then back in about a half 
inch farther than the first time.  There was a slight 
interruption.
     "Oooh!" yelped Fawn; as I felt the tip of my prick push up 
against something rubbery inside her.
     "Sorry," I said.  "Have you ever done this before?"  I 
couldn't believe that at 13 years old my sexy daughter was still 
a virgin.  Still, in spite of my wife's assurances, that's what 
the evidence seemed to point to.
     Wordlessly, Fawn shook her head.
     Damn!  I hadn't really expected to take my eldest daughter's 
virginity, but it was too late to stop now.  Prior to this, I 
never HAD fucked a girl who hadn't fucked at least 2 other guys 
before me . . . and that most definitely includes both my wife, 
and the first girl I ever fucked . . . my sexy big sister.
     "This'll hurt a little, the first time," I warned Fawn; 
shoving my prick hard up inside her, before she had a chance to 
object, or even react.
     "Ow," she exclaimed; then didn't say a word more; just 
pushing back at me, as the rest of my swollen prick slid inside 
her vagina with a rush.  Two seconds later I was standing in the 
shower with 3/4 of my engorged prick buried inside my eldest 
daughter's tight little slit; while her cunny clamped and 
squeezed on her father's swollen pecker like some expensive 
milking machine.  God, did that feel good.
     I slid out about a half inch, then slid back inside my 
daughter.  That felt good too.




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     "Mmmm," murmured Fawn appreciatively.  My wife had been 
right; the little girl DID like what I was doing, almost as much 
as I did.  Once again I slid out a little, then slid back in a 
little farther.  After about five strokes, I was sliding all 
seven inches of thick fatherly prick in and out of my daughter's 
clasping little hole, until her vagina was splayed out around the 
base, and the head was bumping her cervix on the in-strokes, 
while the tight lips of her bare little cunny barely held the 
glans inside her on the outstrokes.  I hadn't felt a sensation 
like my daughter's tight little tube milking on my cum-dribbling 
prick since . . . since never.  Besides feeling incredibly good, 
there's something extremely erotic about fucking your own little 
girl . . . the one you've raised and loved since she was a baby, 
and who loved you almost as much.
     With this stimulation, it wasn't long before I felt the seed 
rising in my prick; and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was 
filling my little girl's womb with white greasy ropes of the same 
thick white cum that had created the child not quite 14 years 
earlier, when I accidentally came in Marsha's vagina on that 
memorable date.  Only if I came in my daughter this time, then it 
wouldn't be an accident; as (after her sex-education lessons) we 
both knew what would happen if I squirted my sperm inside 
her . . . especially on a day like today, when she was right 
between periods.  (Of course, that's why Marsha had insisted that 
I do it today . . . that, and the fact that my oversexed wife 
figured that Fawn would be at her horniest, and least likely to 
resist, if I approached her while she was ovulating.)  Still, I 
figured I should at least give the girl a CHANCE to object.
     "Uh," I groaned; as I fought to hold back the rising seed in 
my prick, "I'm gonna . . . ."
     "Uh!" grunted Fawn in response; but didn't pull away at the 
thought of her father about to fill her receptive young womb with 
incestuous sperm.  Instead, Fawn pushed BACK at me as hard as she 
could; so tip of my prick was firmly pressed up against the 
rubbery knob of her uterus; while the lips of her cunny milked 
and squeezed around the base of my penis in an embrace that would 
have to be felt to be believed.
     The stimulation was too much.  Holding my daughter by the 
hips, I held myself inside her, while my prick spat wave after 
thick sticky wave of incestuous sperm at my little girl's 
unprotected young womb.  Wave after wave, squirt after thick 
sticky squirt rippled through my prick, before being spat into 
the child's belly where it belonged.  As I said before, God, did 
that feel good.
     Only when it was over, did I start to feel guilty.  After 
all, I had just climbed into the shower, and effectively raped my 
own daughter; sticking my thick prick up in her virginal young 
belly; popping my little girl's cherry; and filling the child's 
womb with her own father's incestuous cum, without hardly 
bothering to even say, "Hi."







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     Even as I stood there, with my thick prick wilting in Fawn's 
clasping little slit, thick white cum was still oozing out of the 
tip, and into the teenager's tight little sleeve.  I knew that 
even before I pulled out, my vigorous sperm would already be 
wriggling its way through the neck of the child's uterus, and on 
up into my eldest daughter's fertile young womb.  Such an 
obscene, nasty, somewhat scary, and thoroughly erotic idea!  I 
felt one last thick squirt of cum ripple through the tube on the 
bottom of my  prick, and spit violently into Fawn's sexy young 
body, at the very thought.
     Knowing that my wife knew I was fucking the girl, and 
actually WANTED me to fuck her, cum in her, and even get our 
little girl pregnant with her own father's baby, (if she didn't 
mind, that is) was only a slight salve to my overburdened 
conscience.  After all, this was my own daughter. . . . I mean, 
men just aren't supposed to fuck their own daughters and get them 
pregnant.  At least not in THIS society, anyway.
     Only my daughter never gave me much chance to wallow in my 
guilt.  After I almost collapsed in exhaustion against the rear 
of the tub, Fawn turned around and kissed me; rubbing her pert 
young nipples against my hairy chest in a thoroughly erotic 
manner; while she ignored the thick white ooze dribbling from 
between her legs, matching the obscene glob dripping from the end 
of her own father's wilting penis.
     If my daughter felt the slightest bit embarrassed or 
frightened about her own father fucking her, cumming in her, or 
filling her flat little belly with his potent sperm, she didn't 
let it show.
     "Thanks Daddy," she said; kissing me full on the mouth; and 
licking my lips, before I had a chance to react.  Then the little 
girl calmly climbed out of the shower; leaving me to finish 
getting myself clean.  Fawn didn't even stop, or try to wash off 
the evidence of our lovemaking with the shower; seeming to enjoy 
the feeling of having her own father's seed oozing from her well-
used little vagina, and running in a thick sticky drool down the 
inside of her thigh.
     "Thank YOU," I responded.  I wished that SOMEHOW I could let 
my daughter know how much that had meant to me.  Well, maybe 
someday I could.
     I could still make out my daughter's form on the other side 
of the glass shower door.  She obviously wasn't hurt by the 
experience, as she was humming "Some Day, My Prince will come" as 
she dried off; ignoring her father who was now taking HIS shower, 
after fucking his own daughter.
     "Daddy?" she asked, while toweling her hair in front of the 
mirror.
     "Yes, Hon?" I answered.  If she asked me WHY I had raped 
her, it was going to be extremely difficult, to say the least.
     "Can we do this again tonight?" she asked.  Then, kind of 
wistfully she added, "I'd kind of like trying it in bed, if you 
don't mind."  Whoo boy!
     "Uh, sorry," I replied, "but I kind of promised your mother 
I'd take care of your little sisters too."
     "Oh."  Fawn sounded definitely disappointed.



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     "Tomorrow, if I can find the time," I hastily added, "maybe 
we can do it then."
     Even through the wavy glass, I could see the grin spread 
across my daughter's face.  "Thanks Daddy," she said, in a voice 
so cheerful it reminded me of birds in the spring.  "Is that a 
promise?"
     "I promise I'll try," I said; and Fawn had to be satisfied 
with that.
     I couldn't believe it.  My wife had been right in every 
respect.  I never would have believed my own daughters would 
accept their father's incestuous advances without screaming 
bloody-murder, fit to bring the house down.  I should have known 
better than to bet with Marsha.  In all the years we've been 
married, she's only lost three bets with me, while I've lost more 
than I can count.  Like always, I had SO expected to win this 
one.  Now, I had to live up to MY end of the bargain, that had 
started when I made the mistake of trying to pressure my wife 
into having more children.  There was still that second-half of 
the bet, where my wife had given me an "out" as it was.  As this 
only partially relied on the response the other two girls gave, 
it was a case where if my wife won, by winning she might lose.  
Well, I could still hope.
     Only after my daughter had left, did I realize that Fawn 
never HAD bothered to wipe up the mess between her legs.  She had 
slipped into her short little tennis-skirt; and never bothered to 
put on the matching white panties that I found in a damp heap on 
the bathroom floor; giving mute testimony to the fact that my 
sexy little 13-year-old daughter was out playing tennis in a 
skirt that barely covered her ass, no panties, and her own 
father's thick white cum drooling down her leg, in an obscene 
testament to the fact that the little girl had just been 
thoroughly fucked by her own father.  It was almost as if my 
daughter was PROUD of fucking me, and wanted to show it off.  I 
almost came again, all alone in the bathroom, at the very 
thought.
     It was slightly after 9:00 that evening, when I undressed 
again, and headed down to the older girls' bedroom, after 
bringing my wife up to date.  The story of me seducing our eldest 
daughter had turned on Marsha so much she almost was willing to 
give in to my request, just to get me into bed.  Only I reminded 
her of the second part of our bet, and how I wouldn't be keeping 
up MY end of the bargain, if I did.  For the first time in over 5 
years, I turned my still incredibly sexy wife down when she asked 
me for sex.  Even Marsha had to grin at that.
     I had thought long and hard about what I was going to do; 
and had decided that the best approach was just to be bold . . . 
like I had been earlier that afternoon with Fawn.  I was 
completely naked when I walked into the bedroom Fawn shares with 
her little sister.
     From the tail-end of the conversation, I could tell the 
older girl was telling Margarie what had taken place in the 
shower that afternoon.  The shrieks of disbelief, while subdued, 
were unmistakable.  I came in, just in time to hear Margarie 
finish up, ". . . me to believe that Daddy.e.e.e.EEEK!"



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     This last was more surprise than shock at seeing her father 
standing in the doorway.  And the surprise was mainly at seeing 
me naked . . . especially after what the 11-year-old had just 
heard from her big sister.
     Just like I had done with the older girl, (and my wife had 
insisted on this) I just walked up to the bed, climbed on, and 
motioned to Margarie to spread her legs.  Fawn was looking on; 
glee dancing in her eyes, but didn't say a word about, "I told 
you so," either.
     Margarie's short little nightgown did nothing to hide her 
cunny from her father's probing prick.  I knelt between the 
little girl's legs, and rubbed the head of my pre-cum dribbling 
prick up against the bare little split in the mound of my second 
oldest daughter.
     "Daddy!  What are you . . .?"  Margarie's question was cut 
off, as it became obvious what I was doing.  For the second time 
that day, the head of my prick vanished onto the belly of one of 
my own daughters.  Only this time, having already spent myself 
once in the belly of her big sister, I didn't feel like I was 
going to explode thick sticky cum all over the inside of 
Margarie's cunny, the moment the tip of my prick slipped inside 
her.  But it felt incredibly good, just the same.  Where Fawn had 
been hot and wet and slippery, Margarie was tight and milking my 
prick with her cunny-muscles from the moment the tip of her 
father's penis slipped inside her.  I almost didn't have to move, 
as I'm sure the little girl could have milked me off with her 
tight little tube, with my having to move (once I got all the way 
inside her).
     It took a little effort, but with one long smooth push I 
slid all the way up inside the little girl, until once again my 
prick was leaking pre-cum and sperm against the knob of my own 
daughter's fertile young womb.  The clamping and squeezing of the 
child's hot little vagina almost had me squirting my cum inside 
her before either of us got a chance to fully enjoy being mated.
     And once again I was surprised by my daughter's virginity 
(or lack of it, in this case).  While Fawn had surprised me by 
still being a virgin at 13, I had really expected her little 
sister to be one . . . especially since her big sister was.  Only 
it just goes to show that you can never tell.
     "Have you ever done this before?" I asked; as I finally came 
to a halt with my throbbing prick almost all the way up inside 
the little girl's sexy young body.
     "Only once, Daddy," replied Margarie; looking in 
astonishment where her own father's thick penis had vanished into 
the little hole she peed out of.  Like her older sister, the 
11-year-old was fully aware of how babies were made, and what sex 
was.  "Are you going to fuck me Daddy?" she asked; pulling away 
for a second; then pushing back until the last half-inch of my 
prick slid inside her.  "Ouch,"  That actually hurt a little; as 
the tip of my prick bounced off the hard knob of the child's 
cervix.  Still, neither Margarie nor I were inclined to pull it 
out.  From the other bed, Fawn snickered; and I felt slightly 
inclined to copy the girl.  After all, with my thick prick buried 
to the hilt in my own daughter's tight little belly, wasn't I 
fucking the horny little kid already?


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     "Yes," I replied, "I am."  And with that, I did . . . fuck 
my little girl, that is.  I ran my hands up under her short 
little nightie, while stirring my prick in the child's belly like 
a spoon.  Then, I started sliding in and out with long smooth 
strokes, while Fawn watched from the other bed, with eyes as big 
as saucers.  I guess the older girl never had watched two people 
"making love" before.  (Not surprising, since she had been a 
virgin.)  Watching your own father breeding your little sister 
would still be quite exciting to watch, even if you had (seen 
other people making love before).  Feeling your father's seed 
oozing in your own vagina, while watching him prepare to 
ejaculate even more of it in your little sister, would probably 
be incredibly erotic to any girl.
     "Who was it?" I asked, while massaging the little girl's 
barely budding young breasts underneath her nightgown.
     "Bu, Bu, Billy," replied Margarie, as the sensation of 
feeling her own father's prick filling her vagina for the first 
time, made her barely able to answer.  "But we didn't get to 
finish, as his mother came home before he had a chance to cum 
inside me.  Besides, he was worried about getting me pregnant."
     "Don't worry," I reassured her.  "I won't pull out, unless 
you ask me to . . . OK?"
     "OK, Daddy."  OK to cum inside her, or OK for me to pull 
out, she didn't say and I didn't ask.  For almost 5 minutes we 
strained against each other; the little girl's tight little hole 
clamping and squeezing on my prick, while I finally got on top of 
her and fucked the little girl like a grown woman.
     Eventually, the feel (and sight!) of a little 11-year-old 
girl squeezing the heck out of my prick got to be too much, and I 
had to cum.  "Uh," I grunted, just like I had with her older 
sister, "I'm going to cum."
     I started to pull out, but Margarie locked her heels around 
by legs and held me inside her.  "Oh no you don't," she 
whimpered; trying to force even more of my engorged prick inside 
herself.  "You didn't pull out of Fawn, so you'd better not do it 
to me, either.  Besides, you promised me I could feel you doing 
it inside me."
     "You might get pregnant," I warned her.
     "I don't CARE," replied Margarie; squeezing me inside 
herself, for emphasis.  "So could Fawn; and you came inside HER," 
she pointedly reminded me.
     I could barely hold back a grin.  Once again my wife had 
been right . . . only this time, her prediction was helping me, 
instead of making me lose a bet.  I stopped trying to withdraw, 
and just enjoyed the sensation of letting go; with wave after 
thick sticky wave of thick white cum being injected into my 
little girl's fertile young belly.  The fact that Margarie, just 
like her older sister, was between periods and probably "fertile 
as a turtle, Myrtle" was more of a thrill at the obscenity of the 
possibility of getting my own daughter pregnant, than scare at 
the dangers involved.  Besides, I DID want a bigger family.  
That's what led me into this mess, in the first place.





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     I let my weight come down on the little girl, and kissed 
her; while my penis pulsed and spat what seemed like gallons of 
incestuous sperm into the child's womb (OK; probably a teaspoon 
or two, at most).  Somebody (Billy?) had obviously been teaching 
my daughter how to kiss; as Margarie opened her little mouth and 
began licking my tongue back!  If I hadn't already been spasming 
the child's belly full of thick white cum, I swear the obscene 
sensation of my own daughter licking the inside of my mouth would 
have made me squirt thick white baby-juice all over the inside of 
my pants.  As it was, each gooey white spurt went right up inside 
my little girl's flat little belly, where it belonged.
     "Thanks girls," I said, as I finally extracted my white-
streaked prick from inside my 11 year old daughter.
     Fawn licked her lips; and looked hungrily at the thick white 
gob oozing from the tip of my by-now-shrunken penis.  I hated to 
disappoint her but . . . .
     "No," I said; reminding her of our earlier conversation.  "I 
promised, remember."
     As I left, I heard yet another little shriek of disbelief, 
as Fawn explained to her little sister what I was probably going 
to do next.
     It was almost two hours later, and I figured that all three 
girls were probably asleep, by the time I had managed to get 
Marsha calmed down enough with my tongue; and SHE had managed to 
get ME excited enough with hers, to do what I had promised my 
wife I would do, if she was right about Fawn accepting my sexual 
advances without objecting.  Yes, I was going to fuck both of my 
other two daughters . . . as long as THEY didn't object.  That 
was the bet we had made:  If Fawn let me fuck her, cum in her, 
and actually squirt my sperm inside her when we both knew she was 
fertile, then I was to try to do the same thing to both younger 
girls.  Marsha had been so confidant that the teenager WOULD 
allow her father to do this, that she had agreed to let me 
impregnate HER, for the fourth time, if it turned out she was 
wrong, and the little girl DID object.
     So far, my oversexed wife had been 100% correct about our 
daughters.  I still had my doubts about the little 9-year-old in 
the other room though.  Well, just like her big sisters, I wasn't 
about to rape my own daughter; but as long as she didn't object, 
then the child was as good as fucked.  Melinda was so cute, so 
cuddly, and so YOUNG, that I almost couldn't decide whether I 
hoped the child would accept my advances, or make me stop (like 
either of her big sisters COULD have done, if they had made even 
a token display of resisting).
     If any one of the three girls was "Daddy's girl" it was 
Melinda.  Golden hair, and bright blue eyes (in contrast to her 
older sisters being "brownettes.") made the 9-year-old the apple 
of her daddy's eye.  When she smiled, the little girl could wrap 
me around her little finger without even half trying; unlike her 
older sisters, who at least had to pout to make me give in.  
(Yes, I spoiled all three girls unmercifully; but surprisingly 
they didn't ACT like spoiled brats.  I'm just lucky, I guess.)  
It wasn't just me, either; my little "golden girl" was so 
unconsciously sexy and erotic that she turned the heads of almost 
every male in the neighborhood.  She couldn't help it.


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     On the one hand, the thought of putting my prick up inside 
the tight little slit of the girl I loved so much, made my prick 
so hard it started to ache.  On the other hand, the thought of 
even accidentally hurting her, or (worse yet) making her 
disgusted with me, was enough to make that same proud dick wilt 
like a wet-noodle.  As I said, I wasn't sure I wanted my youngest 
daughter to accept my advances or not.  I WAS sure that Marsha 
did; and I HAD promised her.  Thus it was, that a little over two 
hours later I cracked open the door to my youngest daughter's 
bedroom, and looked inside.
     The room was less than 1/3 as big as her big sisters' 
bedroom, but Melinda seemed to prefer privacy to space.  Thus, by 
making what used to be a closet into a tiny bedroom, I had made 
all three girls happy.  As I peeked inside, I discovered the 
reason Melinda wanted privacy, and why my wife was so sure the 
child would like sex at the same time.
     You see, my supposedly "innocent" little girl wasn't asleep.  
The child was in bed all right; but had her short little nightie 
pulled almost all the way above her nubs of titties, while her 
belly and groin were completely exposed.  It was what they were 
exposed to, that was so shocking.  Melinda's little pooch 
"Snowzer" had his head between the little girl's legs, and was 
licking my youngest daughter's snatch!  Not only THAT, but the 
little girl was "head to tail" with the little dog, and was 
jacking off the pooch into her mouth!  I hadn't EVER seen such an 
erotic scene of a dog and girl, not even the time I was stationed 
in the Philippines, and one of the Sergeants treated us to a 
porno-show where we all watched a 12-year-old little girl getting 
boffed by a Doberman.  We had all been disappointed when the girl 
didn't get "hung up" on the Dobie's "knot"; but it had been an 
incredibly erotic show, nonetheless.  And this scene, with my own 
9-year-old daughter was twice as hot!  Not incidentally, this was 
because Melinda was obviously enjoying what she was doing for her 
pet; not just because she was getting paid for it, like that 
little Philippina girl had been.
     I watched; carefully not drawing my daughter's attention, 
until the little dog suddenly began whining and thrusting with 
his hindquarters, while his lapping at the little girl's cunny 
almost completely ceased.
     To my delight, Melinda SWALLOWED the little dog's prick, 
knot and all, while the pooch whimpered and thrust what must have 
been almost 4 inches of doggy-prick right down the little girl's 
throat!  It was all I could do to keep myself from coming in 
sympathy.
     For almost two minutes they lay there, side-by-side, until 
Snowzer finally pulled away, and seemed to lose interest in the 
whole thing.  I watched with pride, as Melinda didn't just let 
him go, but kept her lips pursed around the little dog's prick as 
it pulled out; cleaning every drop of thin doggy-sperm from the 
now shrinking pink member.  It was only after the little dog had 
settled down in the corner, licking himself clean, that Melinda 
noticed me watching what was going on.
     To my further enjoyment, my daughter blushed; but made not 
the slightest effort to cover her almost-nude body, or to deny 
what she had been doing.


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     "How long has THIS been going on?" I asked, with a big grin 
directed over at the pooch now settling down to sleep in the 
corner.
     "About a year," responded Melinda, with a smile just as big, 
once she knew I wasn't mad at her.  "I've only been swallowing 
him like that, for about a month or so, though."
     I felt a wave of relief wash over me.  So I wouldn't have to 
take the kid's virginity after all.  It had been bad enough with 
Fawn; but taking the cherry of a trusting little 9-year-old, was 
another matter entirely.  I hadn't been sure I could do it.  If 
Melinda had been fucking her pet for almost a year, then it 
wouldn't be that much worse for her to take me inside her.  
Especially, as the knot of the little pooch, while small, had 
been slightly bigger around than my prick.  I looked down at 
where my youngest daughter was still almost doing the splits, 
from offering her dog easier access to the pouting little cunny 
between her legs.  Instead of a split in a peach, like her older 
sister, Melinda's cunny looked more like a big dent or bite in an 
apple.  I knew I wouldn't have any trouble getting my prick 
inside her, in spite of her tender age.  Still . . . .
     "Would you like Daddy to fuck you?" I asked; unlike what I 
had done with her older sisters.  Well, after all, she WAS only 9 
years old.  I almost couldn't believe I heard those obscene words 
come out of my own mouth.  With her sisters, I hadn't said "fuck" 
or "cunt" or ANY nasty words, even once.  Now I was ASKING my own 
9 year old daughter if she wanted me to fuck her?
     Melinda grinned as if I had asked if she wanted ice-cream. 
(To fully appreciate that, you'd have to know how much the little 
girl doted on ice-cream.)  "You mean like you did Margarie and 
Fawn?" she asked.  "Gee, I'd like that Daddy."
     I began to wonder just WHO was really the Peeping Tom around 
here?
     "You're sure?" I asked; getting up on the narrow bed, and 
kneeling between my little girl's legs.  Melinda just nodded, and 
spread her legs even farther apart, if possible.  Both legs now 
stretched out almost at right-angles to her body: so the child 
veritably WAS "doing the splits" for her father.  If there was 
ever an obvious invitation, that was it.  "Please Daddy?" she 
said; looking down at where her own father's pre-cum dribbling 
prick was about to vanish into her tiny little hole.
     Well, I almost hate to admit that I did it.  As I said, my 
prick was dribbling pre-cum from watching that incredible scene 
with the little girl's dog, and Melinda was already slippery and 
wet . . . both from the dog's tongue, and her own horny 
secretions.  I was too horny to wait any more, after that erotic 
scene that put the one by the little Philippina hooker to shame.
     Melinda was even tighter inside than Margarie.  But with a 
solid thrust, I slid my swollen prick all the way into my little 
girl's body in a rush, on the film of her secretions, the dog's 
saliva, and my own sticky pre-cum dribbling off the tip.
     "OW!!!" screamed Melinda.  At the same time, I felt a 'pop,' 
as my prick hesitated halfway into the child, before finishing 
the rush to where once again my prick was leaking pre-cum and 
sperm into the virginal young womb of one of my own pre-
adolescent daughters.


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     Damn!  Once again I had been caught by surprise by one of my 
daughter's virginities.  "Three strikes, and you're out."  Only 
there was no way I was about to pull out of THIS tight little 
hole, before I ejaculated every last drop of sperm I had in me.  
For one thing, Melinda's tight little cunny had clamped down on 
my penis so hard I COULDN'T get out if I wanted to.  For another, 
there was the remainder of that bet with my wife . . . .
     "Sorry Mel," I said, "I didn't know.  I'll pull out, if you 
want me to."  (As if I COULD pull out of her.)
     "'s OK, Daddy," she sniffled, "I don't mind."
     "Are you sure?" I asked.  By now the clamping had eased on 
my swollen peter, and I knew I COULD extract it from the child's 
belly, if I had to.  For sure I didn't want to.
     "Uhuh."  The sniffles died down; and Melinda now looked down 
with interest where her own father's penis had vanished into her 
slender young body.  "I want you to fuck me and cum in me, just 
like you did in Margarie and June," she said.
     Well, while I hadn't been aware of the little girl spying on 
me and her older sisters, it was obvious that she knew exactly 
what we had been doing.  No wonder the little girl had gotten 
horny enough to suck off her own dog.  So I did it.
     If it had been nasty climbing into the shower and fucking my 
nubile teenaged daughter, and then later climbing into bed with 
her barely pubescent little sister, what can I say about how 
nastily obscene it was to slide my engorged prick in and out of 
the belly of a little girl who wasn't even 10 years old yet?  I 
had read stories where men "molested" little girls as young as 
12, or (Horrors!) even 10 years old.  At the time, I had wondered 
how a man could abuse a child like that.  Only I wasn't just 
"molesting" my daughters by "feeling them up" or (worse yet) 
sucking them, or having them suck me off; I was actually fucking 
the little girls; having actual vaginal intercourse with my own 
13-year-old, 11-year-old, and yes, even my 9-year-old daughters!  
But the amazing thing was that far from "abusing" them, all three 
girls were acting as if I was doing them a favor by sticking my 
cum-squirting prick right up inside their virginal young bellies, 
cumming inside them, and actually TRYING to get all three girls 
pregnant.  Yes, even Melinda.
     To make the act of having unprotected vaginal-intercourse 
with a prepubescent 9-year-old little girl even more obscene, the 
little girl in question was my own daughter, and she was slaving 
away underneath me in a manner that made all the Philippine 
hookers I ever met look like amateurs.  I guess the experience 
she had with her little dog, had gotten my daughter so hot she 
really COULDN'T wait to get fucked.  While the little pooch 
hadn't yet stuck his doggie-prick in the little girl like I 
thought he had, it was obvious that if I hadn't done the job of 
taking the little girl's virginity, the dog probably would have, 
before the the current month was up.
     I shifted position (carefully, without pulling out) until 
Melinda and I were fucking in a classic "missionary" position, 
and once again I was about to ejaculate my seed in my own 
daughter.  Only it was my youngest daughter, this time.




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     Only Melinda beat me to it!  With a screech that made her 
yell of pain at losing her virginity sound soft, Melinda began 
jerking and thrashing underneath me, while her tight little cunny 
clamped down so hard on my swollen prick, I almost thought she 
was going to cut it off!
     Here I had thought (with the evidence of her older sisters 
to back me up) that little girls as young as her COULDN'T cum.  I 
was obviously wrong again.
     "Oh God," I groaned, "I'm going to cum in you."  While it 
wasn't really dangerous to cum inside the little girl, like it 
was with her older sisters, I still figured I should warn her.  
After all, it WAS her body, and (like her big sisters) she should 
decide whether to take the risk; even if it WAS slight.
     "You'd better," said my wife firmly, from the doorway.
     Startled, I looked around and saw the rest of the family 
gathered in the door; all watching while I fucked my youngest 
daughter.  The two older girls, along with their mother, all 
watched with wide-eyed interest as I fucked their little sister.  
I guess that hearing the little girl's yelp of pain at losing her 
virginity had brought her mother down to make sure her child 
wasn't really being hurt; while Melinda's wail of ecstasy at her 
orgasm had attracted the curious attention of her two older 
sisters.
     Melinda didn't answer her mother; just fucking back harder 
if possible; seeming to be that much more turned on by fucking 
her own father in front of the whole family.
     "Uh, Oh," she finally panted, when she found out I had 
stopped fucking her, the moment I noticed the rest of the family 
watching, "Oh Daddy, do it."
     I did it.  I came in my precious daughter; flooding the 
child's womb with my incestuous seed; trying to plant a baby in 
my own little 9-year-old daughter, while the rest of the family 
looked on, and silently encouraged me to "do it."  For what felt 
like five or ten minutes, but couldn't have been longer than a 
few seconds, I just lay on top of the little girl, while my prick 
throbbed and spat thick white cum in the child's belly.  The 
sensation of each thick curd rippling through the tube on the 
bottom of my prick, before exiting in a thick sticky *splat* in 
the child's welcoming vagina; and Melinda's tight little sleeve 
milking each incestuous spurt inside her, would have to be 
experienced to be believed.  Even now, I almost don't believe it 
felt that good myself, after having the child remind me just how 
good it DOES feel, by getting me to ejaculate even MORE sperm 
into her welcoming young womb, almost every day.
     Of course, her big sisters always try to prove that they can 
do it "better" than their "inexperienced" little sister, by 
draining me dry before the child has a chance.  Still, I try not 
to play favorites; and each one of the girls usually gets to feel 
me spasming her tight little belly full of incestuous cum at 
least once a day, and quite often two or three times.  It's 
amazing how having four women vying for your sperm will increase 
your virility like that.





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     As I said earlier, I "did it."  It's now 6 months after that 
incredible scene, and I just woke up to the lovely sensation of 
my 6-months-pregnant, 9-year-old daughter sucking me hard, so she 
could get me to squirt my sperm in her mother.  Marsha's NOT on 
the pill, and hasn't been for almost two months now . . . ever 
since we learned that Melinda was pregnant, just like her big 
sisters were.  Marsha only bets on what she figures are "sure 
things", and this, like her earlier bet, had seemed like a sure 
thing to her.  Only for once, the odds hadn't worked for my wife, 
and I was glorying in winning.  Marsha is not one to Welsh on a 
bet, any more than I am.  So, it was with good grace that my 
still sexy wife lets me pump baby-juice into HER still fertile 
belly, just like I had in all three of her sexy young daughters.  
     Oh.  You haven't figured out just exactly what the bets were 
yet?  OK, I'll tell you.
     It all started when I was trying to convince Marsha to have 
another go at raising even more children, now that we were old 
enough, and well-off enough to afford it.  Only Marsha didn't 
want to go through pregnancy three or four more times; figuring 
that three beautiful daughters were enough for anybody.
     When I persisted, Marsha did what she usually does in such 
situations: She trapped me into a bet.  (OK . . . OK!!!  I'll get 
to WHAT it was, in just a second . . . hold on.)
     She set me up, by saying, "If you're THAT horny to have 
babies, why don't you fuck one of the girls, and knock one of 
THEM up.  I'm pretty sure Fawn would just LOVE to have a kid by 
you."  This was said in such a sarcastic manner, that I never 
even suspected the trap that was being set.
     "Oh sure," I retorted, "I'm just supposed to climb in bed 
with my own daughter and fuck her tummy full of baby-juice, and 
she's going to thank me for it . . . and I suppose the Easter-
Bunny will be over this afternoon, Just after Santa Claus 
leaves."
     Marsha giggled at that, then made me what seemed like a bet 
I couldn't lose.  (Uhuh, picture me with a big sign on my face 
labeled "SUCKER!" and you've got it.)  "Uhuh," she said, "I'll 
bet Fawn would just LOVE it, if her own father climbed into the 
shower with her, and fucked his baby into that cute little tummy 
of hers."
     "You bet?" I asked.  (I TOLD you I was a sucker.)
     Marsha grinned at me.  "I'll bet," she confirmed.  "And to 
make it interesting, I'll make it a bet you can't lose, OK?"
     I was suddenly suspicious, at that "can't lose" bit, but I 
nodded anyway.  (I've been caught before, on that one.)
     "In about a week," said Marsha, "Fawn and Margarie should be 
right in the middle of their periods."  I nodded to show I was 
listening.
     "So, in about three days, when Fawn is just about to 
ovulate, I want you to climb into the shower with her when she 
takes her bath after Gym, and fuck her.  I don't want you to ask 
her permission or anything; just climb in the tub with her, and 
fuck her tight little cunny so full of sperm she'll be having 
your kids for the next 20 years."




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     "Now hold ON here!" I almost exploded.  "I am NOT raping my 
own daughter."
     "I didn't SAY rape her," corrected Marsha.  "I said fuck 
her.  If she raises an objection to you climbing into the tub, 
playing with her (and I DO expect you to play with her until 
she's hot) or fucking her tight little hole full of cum, then 
you're to stop.  If not, then I want you to have fun."
     "You're kidding," I said weakly; but I could see that my 
wife wasn't.
     "So what's the bet?" I finally asked.
     "Well, YOU seem so all-fired sure that Fawn would be shocked 
or angry, or at least ashamed to have you molest her.  Now I 
think she's got the hots for you.  Remember I see her watching 
you all the time, when she thinks you're not looking."  Here my 
wife grinned at me.  I grinned weakly back.
     "So, If I'm wrong, and Fawn DOES object, then you get your 
wish . . . One more baby by me . . . only one though, as I'm NOT 
going to go further than that."
     "And if YOU win?" I prompted her.
     "If I win, then I expect you to do the same thing to BOTH of 
the other girls."
     "I am NOT raping either Melinda OR Margarie," I 
expostulated.
     "I didn't SAY rape," repeated Marsha.  "Just like with their 
big sister, if the girl objects, then you stop.  If she doesn't, 
then I fully expect all three girls to be carrying your seed in 
their wombs, before the night is over."
     "You said I couldn't lose," I reminded her.
     "Remember, you want to have more kids," she reminded me.  
"If I'm wrong, then you get to make one in me.  I won't be too 
happy about that, but I'm NOT an ungracious loser.  On the other 
hand, If I'm right, then you'll have THREE girls willing to have 
your babies, and I'll even help you raise them.  At the very 
least, you get Fawn pregnant.  OK?"
     What could I say?  As she said, it was a bet I couldn't 
lose.  My wife loves me, almost as much as I love her.  When I 
agreed, and looked so longingly at HER flat little tummy, Marsha 
must have weakened a little; because she actually offered to 
"sweeten the pot" after she already had me hooked.
     "Tell you what," she said, after seeing my eyes invisibly 
trying to imagine her belly so beautifully swollen with my baby 
inside her.  (Marsha KNOWS how much I love to look at pregnant 
women.  To me a woman swollen with child is the most beautiful 
sight in the world.  To see MY child stretching the tight little 
tummy of the woman I love . . . well, words can't describe it.)
     "Tell you what," she repeated, "IF you manage to get ALL 
THREE girls pregnant, then I'll let you get me pregnant too."
     "Uh . . . How much time to I have to do this 'dirty deed' 
in?" I asked, suspiciously.  If Marsha allowed me a couple of 
years, it would be almost a foregone conclusion . . . IF all 
three girls went for this obscene idea, which I was absolutely 
sure they would NOT.
     "I'll be generous," she replied, "I'll give you a month."




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     "Only a month!" I almost exploded, "That would mean I'd have 
to get all THREE girls pregnant, almost the first time . . . And 
Melinda is only NINE, for Christ's sake."
     Marsha thought about this.  "Well, OK," she relented, "TWO 
months; but no longer.  Remember, I don't WANT to have any more 
kids . . . pregnancy is a pain.  So, if you can't knock-up a 9-
year-old, that's YOUR problem.  Besides, you seem to be so sure 
Fawn is going to object to your fucking her in the first place.  
Remember, she's not only got to not object to your climbing naked 
into the shower with her, but to your 'molesting her', with your 
hands, your putting your prick inside her (and taking her 
virginity, if she still has it) and fucking her.  Not only that, 
but she mustn't object to you cumming inside her, right while you 
BOTH know there's a good chance she might get pregnant.  If she 
objects to ANYTHING; even if you DO accidentally cum inside her, 
when she doesn't want it, It doesn't count.  She's either got to 
WANT you to fuck her, and knock her up; or at least not mind if 
you do . . . OK?"
     Put THAT way, I didn't see how I could lose the bet.  I 
mean, Fawn was just a 13-year-old kid, right?  What kid would let 
her own father slip the meat to her in the shower, filling her 
womb full of his babies, without even objecting?  OK . . . a slut 
would.  But I KNEW Fawn wasn't a slut.  While I figured the sexy 
little girl probably wasn't a virgin (What healthy young girl is, 
at 13?) I knew my daughter wasn't "putting out" for all the boys 
in the neighborhood, either. . . .
     Well, I was half-right. My ears still burn when I think 
about how I misjudged the status of all three of my daughter's 
virginities.  But I WAS right about their not being sluts.  Only 
with ME, did the little girls act like that.  (If you think about 
it, that must be one HELL of a compliment.  Thanks girls.)
     "What if I lose THAT bet?" I asked my wife.
     "Then you stop asking ME to have any more kids.  The girl or 
girls, will do it for you.  Fair enough?"
     So I took Marsha up on it.  After all, how many bets do YOU 
get, where you can't lose?  I wasn't going to convince her to 
have any more kids any OTHER way, that's for sure.
     Well, Marsha was pretty smug after that first night; and I 
didn't remind her of the second-half of our bet.  She got what 
SHE wanted: Me happy, and HER un-pregnant.  I got what I wanted: 
A house full of babies (Well, after all, even if all three girls 
DIDN'T get pregnant at once, that doesn't mean they wouldn't, 
given enough time.  Even Melinda would have a big belly in a 
couple of years, if I kept on fucking her like that.)
     Which made me triply a winner . . . I was getting more sex 
than a 15-year-old $2.00 whore in the Philippines, trapped in a 
Marine-Corps barracks for two weeks (remind me to tell you a 
story about that some day).  And my wife wasn't objecting; even 
helping me slide my thick prick into the tight little hole of 
whichever one of our daughters seems to need a thick white squirt 
of her own father's baby-making sperm in her cute little tummy 
the most.





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     Yes, Melinda DID eventually fuck her little dog . . . in 
fact, all three girls have.  It wasn't two days later that I 
"helped" little Snowzer mate with Melinda for the first time; 
while her mother and to older sisters watched with interest.
     When Melinda took the little pooch's prick up inside her 
tight little hole, she did it right; taking Snowzer's swollen 
dong up inside her slippery tunnel, until knob and all had 
vanished into her body.  Melinda did NOT want to cheat her pet 
out of the best part; where the little dog felt ALL of his prick 
inside her tight little vagina where it belonged.  Once the dog 
had finished mating with her, Melinda held him inside her vagina 
until the pooch's prick was properly shrunken and no longer 
swollen.
     I was so pleased with my little girl.  Not only for putting 
on a show that made the one of the Philippina hooker look pale 
and stale, but for really CARING for the way it felt to the 
little pup; just the way she cared how it felt for ME, each time 
I slid MY prick inside her tight little hole and filled her cute 
little tummy with MY thick sticky sperm.
     Once they saw how much their little sister enjoyed fucking 
the little pooch, (and how much I enjoyed watching) both of the 
older girls had to try it themselves.  Within a week, Melinda's 
little dog was getting more sex than a female porno-star.
     After about four months though, the girls had to stop (the 
babies, you know).  However, all three girls still saw to it that 
the little dog was sucked-off regularly; just like Melinda had 
been doing by herself for almost a year previously.  The little 
pooch didn't seem to mind the change of which hole he squirted 
into; as long as he sunk it into something hot and wet, Snowzer 
didn't care WHAT part of the girls' anatomy was used to squeeze 
the sperm out of his prick.  I however, was getting more sex 
(REAL sex) than the dog was . . . neither one of us had any 
complaints.  I must have blown more thick white incestuous sperm 
in the welcoming young bellies of my kids than three or four 
porno-stars would.  I loved it; and so did they.
     The feel of a 9 to 13 year old little girl's tight little 
cunny milking the sperm out of your prick and up into her eager 
little belly, while the child mouths obscenities about feeling 
you planting a baby in her cute little tummy, has to be 
experienced, to be believed!  As I said, I loved it.  The fact 
that the little girl slaving to get me to squirt my sperm in her 
was the daughter I had raised and loved for years, raised the 
experience from ecstasy to indescribable.  Feeling your 
incestuous seed pumping in thick white jets through the tube on 
the bottom of your prick, on it's way into your own child's 
sucking young vagina and up into her welcoming young womb . . . . 
as I said, it's indescribably good.
     For the past three months I've been playing a "musical 
bedrooms" game, where I sleep with a different girl almost every 
night and fuck all four women almost every day; filling each of 
my little girl's wombs full of thick white baby-juice almost 
every day, and sometimes two or three times.





                                16


     Even Marsha doesn't get neglected.  In fact, my sexy wife 
probably gets more baby-juice pumped in HER still sexy young 
belly, than she did before this incredible orgy started.  It 
seems that having four horny young women each vying for my seed 
in her tummy, just makes me that much hornier, instead of wearing 
me out, like you would expect!  Sometimes I'm able to go right 
from fucking one daughter, to slipping my thick prick up inside 
her little sister, and giving THAT little girl two or three shots 
of her father's thick white cum in HER belly, to match the baby-
juice soaking in her big sister's or possibly her mother's womb.  
Very few men are lucky enough to have their own harem like this, 
with all four women eager (or at least willing, on Marsha's part) 
to have the man's babies stretching their sexy tummies.  (I DID 
tell you about how I feel about how beautiful pregnant women 
are.)  Is it any wonder I feel luckier than a man who won the 
Lottery?
     Only luck piles on luck, it seems.  There's probably only 1 
chance in about 1000, that a 9-year-old girl could "catch" on her 
first time.  Plus only about 1 in 100, for ANY girl . . . even 
fertile young teenagers like Fawn.  But some people DO win the 
sweepstakes, and still others win the lottery.  As mentioned 
before, I feel like I did.
     All three girls were probably pregnant before that first 
night was over.  No, I didn't stop with fucking Melinda . . . I 
climbed into bed with Fawn, after leaving the little girl with a 
belly socked full of my potent sperm, and I fucked the older girl 
twice during the night, and both of her sisters again in the 
morning.  After that, it was almost three days before I could get 
it up again; and by that time we all figure the girls' fertile 
period had passed.  That didn't keep me from fucking all three of 
them though . . . even if they no longer COULD get pregnant.  We 
all enjoyed it too much to stop.  In fact, I'm STILL fucking all 
four girls (Marsha isn't all THAT old) even though we're pretty 
sure I knocked HER up, "first shot up the tube" when she went off 
the pill.
     Marsha is just as fertile as her daughters.  For once, she 
should have known better: Considering how just ONE tiny squirt 
inside HER ended up with Fawn growing in my cousin's cute little 
tummy.  Oh.  I never mentioned we were cousins?  Well, if it 
hadn't been for that sneaky little tadpole slipping into Marsha's 
egg that day, we probably NEVER would have persuaded our parents 
to let the two of us even see each other, once they found out I 
was fucking my own first-cousin.  If they had found out about me 
and my big sister . . . <Shudder.>
     As I said, I was lucky.  First to have Ginny teach me about 
sex.  Then to have my sister help me get in my cousin's cute 
little panties.  Then to accidentally get the right one of the 
two girls I was fucking pregnant, the first time I slipped my 
swollen peter up her tight little tube, and accidentally squirted 
inside her when my big sister got so excited from watching us 
fucking, she slipped and fell on the bed; forcing my spasming 
prick to the hilt in our cute little cousin's fertile young 
belly; where it sent at least one thick white squirt of 
incestuous sperm, before any one of the three of us could yank it 
out.  Just lucky.


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     We've all agreed to stop at just one kid apiece . . . for 
now.  This way, each girl gets to feel her own brother or sister 
growing inside her tummy at least once, and nobody gets left out.  
If we went for more, somebody would end up having more kids by me 
than the other girls; and it wouldn't be fair to whichever ones 
got left out.  Besides, I can't afford too many more . . . yet.  
Only Melinda has objected to this; and even she finally agreed to 
stop after having just one brother or sister by me . . . as long 
as both her sisters and their mother agree to stop also.
     By the time this next batch of kids reaches puberty, the 
older girls should already be out and probably married on their 
own.  Having their own brother (or sister) shouldn't reduce their 
chances.  Especially, if nobody outside the family knows about 
it.
     I'm hoping for two boys and two girls, so our kids can have 
the same kind of fun my sister and I did (without the worry of 
our parents interfering).  My wife, on the other hand, is betting 
that they'll all be girls again.  I'm tempted to take Marsha up 
on that bet . . . After all, how many bets do YOU get, where you 
can't lose?
     When it comes to bets, I'd much rather be lucky (like I am) 
than smart (like my wife).  After all, I win the bets that REALLY 
count, don't I?


































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