                           Don't Tease
                         An Erotic Story

     "Don't tease your brother," I admonished Tammy, my youngest 
daughter.  The girl was flashing her big brother; lifting her 
skirt, and showing the older boy where she was sliding a hot-dog 
in and out of the swollen lips of her tight little cunny.
     "But Mike LIKES to watch me do it, Dad," objected the 
9-year-old; throwing a frown in my direction as she lowered her 
hands so the bottom of the short skirt now hid the sight of the 
wiener she had buried in her tight little slit.  My daughter 
didn't need to hold the mini-sausage inside herself with her 
hands; as the girl's vaginal muscles were young, supple, and 
strong enough to do so without digital assistance.  "So do you," 
she pouted.
     It was true.  Michael DID look disappointed as his little 
sister covered up the erotic sight of a pre-teen girl 
masturbating herself with the food the family would later eat.  
Even I was let down a little as the carnal sight was hidden from 
view.  That didn't stop Tammy from continuing to work the meat 
cylinder in and out of her body.  I don't think she COULD stop 
herself, until she got off.
     "It's not the LOOKING that's teasing your brother," I 
explained.  "It's showing him something he can't have, that does 
it."
     "Huh?"
     I sighed.  "Seeing you slide that hot-dog up inside you like 
that, makes your brother (and any adult male watching, for that 
matter) wish HE could be sliding HIS wiener up inside you, 
instead of that stupid hot-dog.  It's unfair to show off in front 
of your brother like that; teasing the poor kid with something he 
can't have."
     Again a, "Huh?" from both kids.  "Mikey can stick his 
'thing' up inside me any time he wants to," rebutted his little 
sister.  "He can even cum inside me if he wants to.  I don't 
mind; and he knows it too ... Don't you Mikey?"
     "Uhuh."  Michael nodded and slid closer to his little 
sister; unbuttoning himself as he did so.  "See Dad?" he 
explained; pulling the offending wiener from his little sister's 
body, and substituting the MUCH larger "sausage" attached to his 
groin.  There was an, "Oof," of surprise from Tammy; then just 
the normal squishing sounds of two kids having a *very* good time 
with each other sexually, as my son's swollen prick vanished to 
the hilt inside the little girl's body.  "After all," added the 
younger child as an afterthought, "it isn't as if Mikey could get 
me pregnant, you know, since I'm only nine."  The youngster 
almost pouted the last sentence, as if she was disappointed.
     "I can do better than THAT," commented a voice at my 
shoulder, as the two siblings' older sister peeked past me at the 
mating duo.  I was more surprised at the older girl being in the 
room or even in the house at all, than when I noticed she was 
completely naked.  However, what REALLY drew my eyes to the 
budding teenager, was the "hot dog" the older girl was carrying.




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     Unlike the tiny six-inch wiener their brother had put aside 
in favor of a much more "intimate" tool of his own, my 13-year-
old was carrying a piece of bologna that was over TWICE as long 
as my prick ... and approximately the same diameter.
     Well, I could describe my surprise when the seventh-grader 
slid this monster sausage down between her legs and then INSERTED 
the piece of meat inside her until fully half of it had vanished 
into the hole between her legs ... But it wouldn't begin to 
approach the reality.  Here I had SUPPOSED both of the girls (and 
their brother too) were virgins.  To see that big thing slide 
into the vagina that all-too-often I had dreamed about myself ... 
and then felt guilty about afterward ....
     Well, surprise doesn't fully describe what I felt.
     However, my prick felt like it had grown almost to the 15 or 
16 inches in length that the bologna was.  It just ACHED to 
replace the piece of meat like Mike had replaced the hot-dog 
their little sister had been using.
     As to the lewdly coupled duo ....
     "Ha," sniffed Tammy; taking in the sight of her older 
sister's vagina stuffed with at least eight inches of sausage.  
"I can do that!" she belittled.  "Heck, Mikey is almost THAT 
big."  Looking at the older boy's prick where it vanished into my 
little girl's body, then reappeared, streaked with white juices, 
I had little doubt she could.  My son's prick was almost as big 
as mine ... almost.
     "Ha, yourself," retorted their big sister.  "THIS wasn't 
what I was referring to," she asserted; wriggling the hunk of 
meat inside her body, like some well-hung "she-male" in a porno 
movie.  "I'm just getting it slippery first," she explained.
     Three wide-eyed stares followed the teenager, as my eldest 
child withdrew the 16-inch (or was it 18, or even 20 inch?) 
sausage from within the sucking wet heat of her tight little 
vagina ... where my prick SO ached to go and replace it.  Then, 
taking the bologna in one hand, the girl said, "Let's see any of 
you guys try THIS," just before she was unable to say anything at 
all.
     Yes, Sherrie was taking the end of the enormous length of 
bologna into her mouth; tilting her head back like a sword-
swallower as inch after obscene inch slowly vanished.  I couldn't 
believe it as over half the enormous sausages slowly slid into my 
daughter's mouth, and then down her throat.  My prick just ACHED; 
wishing IT was inside the girl ... somewhere, anywhere inside her 
body.  Inside her tight little cunny, like the sausage had been.  
Down her eagerly working throat, and past her tongue.  Even up 
her even tighter little ass; though that would have been a last 
resort.  My prick just HAD to explode thick sticky semen into one 
of my daughters' bodies; even though before that minute I had 
never dreamed of fucking either one.  After all, they were my 
DAUGHTERS.
     Right then, my prick ... and I ... didn't really CARE any 
more.  They were BOTH very sexy and eager young girls, who very 
obviously knew what sex was all about.  The rising pants and 
grunts of the two younger siblings mating on the floor just 
emphasized the reality of that.



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     My attention yanked BACK to the older girl, from where my 
son was almost ready to jerk his seed into the younger girl's 
womb, by the surprised look on the child's face as she stared 
past me towards her older sister.
     Astonishingly, even when long PAST the point where she would 
have completely swallowed my 7-inches of proud prick if she'd 
been sucking on me, (At that moment it felt at least NINE inches 
long, and very well might have been.) Sherrie had continued until 
only an inch or two remained outside her body ... Well more than 
12 inches MUST have been down the girl's throat!  But then ... 
Pushing with her finger, Sherrie slowly forced the remaining 
bologna ... almost as much as my whole prick ... into her mouth, 
and then down her throat!  Closing her teeth, and then giving a 
forced swallow or two, Sherrie finally straightened her head back 
to normal, gave a gasping gulp to catch her breath, and then 
croaked, "Top THAT, Little Sister."
     Tammy didn't even try to.  "Wow!" she commented, before her 
attention was taken by her big brother's rising orgasm.  I 
watched as my son suddenly jerked between the little girl's legs; 
and then jetted his seed in thick white squirts into the child's 
tummy; splashing his sister's uterus with gooey gobs of 
incestuous seed, just teeming with millions of sperm all eagerly 
seeking one of his sibling's ripening eggs.  One, two, and then 
three grunts announced the delivery of still more incestuous 
sperm into the child's belly, before Mike collapsed like a 
punctured balloon ... once his prick had finished its intended 
job of trying to impregnate a fertile young female ... even if 
that nubile female just happened to be the boy's own cute little 
sister.  Each jerk of Mike's body into Sherrie was echoed by a 
matching ripple of the child's flat little tummy, as Tammy milked 
her big brother's prick with her vagina for each precious drop of 
family seed; doing her best to reproduce with her own big 
brother.
     "If you think THAT is something," croaked Sherrie; her voice 
still strained by the enormous piece of bologna inside her, "wait 
until you see what's NEXT."
     Oh God.
     "It's not NICE to tease your father like that, you know," my 
wife's soft voice interrupted this pastoral scene of sibling sex 
and deep-throat demonstration.  "He's only human."
     "I'm NOT teasing Daddy," replied Sherrie; her voice still 
strained.  "See?"
     I looked down as a wet, warm, incredibly smooth and tight 
SOMETHING surrounded the head of my prick and slid down.  
Somehow, while I had been ogling the mad coupling of her two 
siblings, Sherrie had unbuttoned my pants and directed my swollen 
prick into the crease between her legs.  Before I realized fully 
what was happening, I was on the floor and fucking my eldest 
daughter like I hadn't even fucked my wife since the times we had 
"made out" in her parent's attic; trying to get off without the 
two older people knowing.  (Fat chance.)
     "So THAT is the stuff that makes babies," quietly commented 
Tammy; looking down at the river of white cum oozing out of her 
abused little slit, as Michael's prick wilted and finally slid 
out of her tight little hole.


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     "Uhuh," groaned the older boy; too worn out from depositing 
his seed in the child's body to worry about the reproductive 
consequences of cumming inside his own little sister's developing 
young fertility.
     Oh God (again).
     "Do it, Daddy.  Shoot your baby-stuff in me, like Mikey did 
Tammy," whined Sherrie; bucking against me; her flat little belly 
rippling against mine, my daughter's tight little tunnel milking 
desperately on my abused prick.  The sensation was almost 
overwhelming.  "Cum in me.  Cum in me.  Cum in me.  I want to 
FEEL it."
     "Oh.  OH ... OH SHIT! I'm gonna ...."  I bit my tongue, and 
barely held out against following my son's example and filling 
the older girl's womb as full of incestuous seed as the boy had 
filled his little sister's.
     "Don't TEASE the girl, Mike!" my wife sharply reproved me.  
"It isn't FAIR.  You know that."
     "Please, Daddy?" whined and somewhat croaked the teenager.  
At thirteen, nubile and ovulating regularly, the youngster was I 
knew, about as fertile as a woman could be.  Still, I couldn't 
resist both her AND my wife at the same time.  Besides, Sherrie 
had wrapped her legs around my body, and there was only ONE place 
this rusty load of baby-juice was going to go ... up inside my 
daughter's body where it belonged.  Yes, I did it.  With an 
aching HEAVE, I jerked myself into my little girl's body, and let 
her have every drop of incestuous cum I had been building up over 
the last hour or so.  Jet after sticky jet, and squirt after 
thick gooey squirt slid out of the head of my penis and into the 
heaving and fertile young body of my eldest daughter.  Gush after 
gush and surge after surge of thick white goo rippled through the 
tube on the base of my penis, up into the head, and then on into 
the welcoming belly of my own child; as my prick performed its 
assigned duty of delivering sperm as close as possible to the 
uterus and womb of a fertile young female as it could.  That the 
belly that would be swelling if that sperm took root, was the 
result of a similar mating of egg and sperm from me not 14 years 
earlier, had nothing to do with the result.  Sherrie needed it, 
and I gave it to her.
     "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," meweled Sherrie.  "I'm going to 
have your baaaayyyybeeee!"  The whining keen of a child pleading 
for something that she knew she shouldn't have ... but was 
determined to get anyway, was the final straw; helping me leave 
even more sperm in the girl than I thought I had in me.  Well, if 
Sherrie really wanted my baby in her tummy, then I certainly had 
done my best to put it there.  Even if it was just the horniness 
of the moment and NOT something she really wanted, then I still 
had done my best to father a child on my own little girl.  Her 
obvious eagerness to feel me do just that, had been far too 
exciting to resist.  Even my watching wife hadn't made a move to 
stop the two of us from procreating.
     It was only when my prick was starting to wilt, that the 
guilt hit me.  Oh God.  Even if my wife DIDN'T kill me for 
filling our daughter's womb with my baby, it still wasn't 
something a man was supposed to do.



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     Still ... If given half a chance, I knew damned good and 
well I'd do it again.  From my daughter's satiated and happy 
look, along with the horny and greedy look on my wife's face, I 
knew I was going to have more than half a chance ... Several 
chances in fact.
     Even Heaven must have its limits.  My prick was finally 
wilting inside Sherrie; and I knew we were going to make a far 
bigger mess than even Mike and Tammy had.  At my age I could 
produce probably three or four times the thick heavy cum that a 
preteen boy could; though that wouldn't be for long.  "Oh God," I 
groaned.  "We'd better get a towel before ...."
     Sherrie suddenly left for the bathroom; only to be stopped 
by our daughter's frantic waving to, "Wait!"
     What the?
     Tilting her head back, the girl suddenly gave a couple of 
gurgling gulps, a ripple of her stomach that somehow squeezed two 
more drops of thick white cum out of me and into her, and 
then ... And then the end of the bologna sausage appeared in her 
mouth as she UN-swallowed the enormous piece of meat much faster 
than ever she swallowed it in the first place!
     "Here," she grunted; her voice suddenly husky and much more 
normal.  "THIS will hold it until I get to the bathroom," she 
explained; forcing the end of the bologna into her sopping cunny 
as my wilting prick was also forced OUT.
     Only a tiny amount of the enormous quantities of thick white 
reproductive fluid that I knew was trapped inside my little 
girl's body escaped to make a mess on the floor.  "THERE," 
Sherrie gloated in satisfaction as she stumbled to her feet; the 
remainder of the huge hunk of bologna sticking out of her body 
like the oversized schlong on some porno she-male.
     "NEXT time, it's MY turn to have Daddy squirt his baby-stuff 
up inside me," announced her little sister; ignoring the gooey 
mess dripping from her own oozing little slit.  Sherrie just 
nodded in acceptance of her younger sibling's claim on me; 
seeming to have expected this.  "You can have Mikey, instead.  
Watching the two of you fuck, was just teasing," Tammy added; 
silencing any objection I might have made.
     "Now girls: Remember what I told you both," spoke up their 
mother; looking pointedly at the slightly wilted baby-sausage now 
lying forlornly abandoned on the end-table, while seeming to 
completely ignore the reproductive fluid dripping from both of 
her daughter's tight little slits.  "Whenever you kids FINISH 
using the hot-dogs, you're supposed to REMEMBER to put them back 
in the refrigerator, so they don't spoil and can't be eaten," she 
reminded the girls.  "We don't want good food going to waste, you 
know."
     "Yes, Momma."
     WHY was my prick suddenly hard as a brick, all over again?









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