
                       Getting out of hand
                         An Erotic Story

     It all started out as just a joke, that kind of got out of 
hand.
     When Chrissie and I got married, she was 4 months pregnant.  
While this raised quite a few eyebrows:  For Chrissie and I, it 
was the best thing that could have happened.  I mean: previously, 
her parents and mine had been doing everything they could to 
break us up.  They just couldn't believe that a 16 year old boy 
and a 12 year old little girl really cared for each other, or 
knew what they were getting into.  I mean, I was SO much older 
than her.
     Horsepucky!  I mean, If I had been 26, and she had been 22, 
nobody would have thought a thing.  In fact, I understand that 4 
years difference is almost the average, in that age group.  For 
us however, it had been one long round after another, of sneaking 
ways to see each other; almost driving both of our parents to 
distraction.
     Originally, Chrissie's older sister Karen had been my 
girlfriend, until one day Chrissie had caught the two of us going 
at it like bunny-rabbits.  Karen had come up with the idea of 
keeping Chrissie's mouth shut, by inviting her in.  That way, 
Chrissie couldn't tell on us, when she was doing the same thing 
herself.
     Well, if you think I exactly fought the idea of fucking 
Karen's cute little 10-year-old sister, when the kid really 
seemed to want it, then you're crazier than I was.  Yeah, I must 
have been crazy to fuck the little kid.  I mean, do you know what 
they do to guys who fuck little 10-year-old girls.  Even 14-year-
olds don't get off easy.  Still, at 14, my hormones were stronger 
than my good sense.  Besides, with both her 13 year old sister 
Karen, AND the little 10-year-old herself both pushing me, I 
didn't rally have a chance to say, "No."
     If this sound's like I regret what I did that day, you've 
gotten the wrong impression.  I enjoyed it then, and both 
Chrissie and I are happy with the results now, many years later.
     Well, as you might expect, it didn't stop at just that first 
time.  Once I had felt the little kid's tight little hole 
squeezing the sperm out of my cock, I wanted to do it again.  So 
did Chrissie.  In spite of the pain of losing her virginity that 
day, Chrissie turned out to be just as eager as I was to repeat 
the process when she got over being sore.
     The first few times, Chrissie had to almost threaten her big 
sister, to get Karen to let me fuck her.  Luckily, it was about 
this time, that Karen met the leader of the basketball team, and 
was starting to lose interest in me anyway.  Still, we had to 
keep up appearances.
     So, for almost a year, I would come over about every other 
day, ostensibly to see Karen, while in reality I was boffing her 
little sister, while the older girl kept a lookout.  Sometimes 
I'd still fuck Karen, when the sight of me sticking it to her 
little sister got to be too much; but mostly she did it with 
Brad.



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     The other days, Chrissie would return the favor by keeping 
an eye out for Karen, while Brad laid the pipe in her big sister.  
Karen was on the pill by this time, so nobody worried.  Even 
Chrissie and I didn't worry, as she was only 11 by this time, and 
not having periods yet.
     Things changed drastically though, once her parents figured 
out that I was really coming over to see Chrissie instead of her 
older sister.  I mean, it was like the roof fell in!  Actually, 
I'm not sure if it was her parents or mine who figured things 
out.  They both got together and did their best to separate us 
though.  I mean, you never heard so many lectures in your life!  
Lectures about "propriety" and "sensibility" and "peers" and "too 
young" and "what if this?" and "what if that?" until I had it 
coming out my ears.  Chrissie told me she got the same sort of 
lecture from HER parents, as well.
     I guess it's a darn good thing our parents didn't know how 
far we had REALLY gone, or who knows what they might have done?  
In any case, for the next 8 months, our families did their best 
keep the two of us apart.  My parents kept introducing me to such 
"nice" wholesome girls about my own age, hoping I would take a 
shine to one of them.  I didn't WANT a "nice" girl though.  I 
wanted a cute little sexy "nasty" girl like Chrissie.
     Chrissie felt the same way.  She wanted to haul me off into 
her bedroom and FUCK, not sit around the house making meally-
mouth with some pimply-faced little kid her own age, who probably 
wouldn't know which hole to stick his prick into, if you gave him 
an illustrated instruction manual.  (Chrissie's words, not mine.  
I TOLD you she was kinky.)
     Well, as you know by now, it didn't work.  The more they 
tried to keep us apart, the more Chrissie and I worked to get 
together.  Living right next door to each other made it almost 
impossible for them to succeed; and easier than you might think 
for us to get together.  For one thing, we rode to school on the 
same bus every day, so our parents couldn't have kept us 
completely apart, anyway.  Then at night, we found more ways to 
get together than you would believe.  We still fucked every 
chance we got, too.  Only it was a lot harder to find the 
opportunity.
     Only by threatening to tell on Karen, if she didn't help us, 
did we manage to get in as much sex as we did.  From almost every 
other day, we barely managed to fuck about once a week, after 
that.  Of course when we did, we weren't satisfied with just one 
fuck.  I usually managed to leave two or even three big sticky 
loads of baby-juice in Chrissie's tight little tummy every time.
     Sometimes even more.  Chrissie would sometimes walk funny, 
as she tried to make it back to her house, without my sperm 
dribbling down her leg, and letting everyone know what she had 
been up to.  Twice, she didn't succeed, but thankfully nobody 
noticed.  That is, until Chrissie's pants got tight.
     No, we weren't ignorant.  We both knew the risk we were 
taking, once Chrissie started having her periods.  It's just that 
we couldn't stop.  I mean, we didn't DARE try to get her on the 
pill, and the thought of MY parents finding a supply of condoms 
in my bedroom, was enough to give BOTH of us the shudders.



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     Twice, Karen's boyfriend Brad managed to get us a 6-pack of 
condoms, but they didn't last a week.  (Brad and I are STILL good 
friends, even now, years later.)  The other option: stopping, 
just wasn't one of the possibilities.  Chrissie and I both felt 
that getting caught, or even getting pregnant and getting caught, 
was better than giving each other up.  By that time, we were so 
close you couldn't have pried us apart with a knife.
     Well, as I mentioned at the beginning, Chrissie finally 
caught.  It was two months later before we were sure, and a month 
after that, before we confessed.  We didn't know what else to do.  
I mean, Chrissie was going to need proper care pretty soon, and 
we both didn't want to take a chance on our baby.
     Once we knew she was pregnant, it seemed like our whole 
world shifted its priorities.  No longer was the most important 
thing in the world staying together.  Not that we were any LESS 
adamant about wanting to be together; it's just that it was even 
MORE important that our kid would be OK.
     Surprisingly, things didn't turn out as bad as you might 
figure.  Once they got over being hurt and mad at us for sneaking 
around, our parents found themselves with two choices.  Either 
prosecute me for statutory rape, or marry the two of us off.  It 
wasn't really a decision.  Especially, when they saw how the two 
of us felt about each other and the baby.
     Even Karen came out in the open and supported us, and my big 
brother as well.  Heck, I hadn't even realized that Mike LIKED 
me, up until then.  We had always fought over so many things in 
the past.  (Mike told me later, that he just couldn't stand to 
see me get railroaded for doing the right thing, and not 
abandoning the girl I loved, when the going got tough.  After all 
these years, I'm finally beginning to like the guy.)
     As I said, it wasn't really a decision.  We were married two 
weeks later.  It took that long, to get the dress, mail 
invitations, and rent the hall.  Otherwise, If Momma had her way, 
we would have been married the next day.
     For about a year we lived in my parent's house, while Daddy 
worked to get us a place of our own.  You wouldn't believe how 
awkward it is, to live in the same house with your parents, while 
you are fucking the little girl next door, and they know about 
it.  Even if you ARE married.
     Of course, it was awkward for Momma and Daddy too; so they 
worked a lot harder to set us up in our own place, than they 
might have otherwise.
     Once Brian was born, it got even worse.  Chrissie was put on 
the pill though; so we didn't have to worry about THAT for a 
while.
     We were both so relieved to get our own house.  We would 
have been happy to live in a tent, if that would get us some 
privacy.  Thankfully, Daddy did better than that for us.  It 
wasn't the Taj-Mahal, but it seemed like heaven to two privacy-
starved oversexed teenagers.  A kitchen/dining-room/living-room, 
bathroom, with a real tub, and two dinky bedrooms, in a cabin by 
the lake made for cramped quarters, but it still seemed big to 
the two of us.
     We settled the baby into the second bedroom, and started 
work on making siblings for him.


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     It was at this point, that we first started the joke.
     Yes, joke!  Don't you remember?  I told you at the 
beginning:  This whole story was about a joke that has gotten out 
of hand.  Everything up to now, has just been preamble, so you 
could understand how the joke got started.  Got it?  OK.  I'll 
continue.
     As I said, it was at this point that we first started the 
joke.  We had just decided that we were going to have to get a 
new bed, for the other bedroom, for Brian to sleep in, once the 
new baby was born.  At the time, as nearly as I can remember, we 
were discussing what type of bed we should get.
     "Well," said Chrissie, "if it's a boy, maybe we could get 
bunk-beds.  They'd stack against the wall, and give each kid 
their own bed, without taking up too much space.  I don't know 
WHAT we'll do, if it's a girl."
     It was about that time, that I had a flash of brilliance.  
It was such a cute sexy, funny idea, that I just couldn't resist.
     "Well in THAT case," I said, struggling mightily, and barely 
succeeding in keeping a calm voice, and a straight face, "there's 
no problem."
     "Huh?" said Chrissie.  I love it, when my beautiful wife 
plays the "straight-man."  Usually, she's so smart, she manages 
to get ME, on the punch-line.  That day, I had her!
     "Well," I repeated, "if it's a boy, we'll get bunk beds.  If 
it's a girl, then it's even easier.  Well just let them sleep in 
the same bed."
     Chrissie looked at me with her mouth open for a minute, then 
chuckled.  "You nut!" she said, "You can't be serious."
     I just grinned at her, so she hit me with a pillow.
     That night, Chrissie was almost insatiable in bed.  She's 
always so sexy, when she's pregnant, not to mention beautiful; 
but that night was different.  She twitted me several times that 
night about "having our son sleep with his little sister."  Each 
time she did though, she seemed to get hotter and hotter.  It's a 
wonder the bed didn't melt.
     The next day, she told me, that we'd just have to wait until 
the baby was born, so we'd know which kind of bed to buy.  In any 
case, it wouldn't hurt to let both kids sleep in the crib, until 
we got the bed.  Brian was barely old enough anyway, to sleep in 
a bed.  Now Chrissie was teasing ME!
     I went along with the gag.  We both thought it was so funny; 
but I don't think either of us was really serious.  Of course, 
neither of us wanted to back down either.  For the next month, we 
talked and joked about what style of bunk-beds we'd get if we had 
two boys, and what kind of bed we'd get for Brian to share with 
his little sister if he had one.
     Well, at least I was joking.  Thinking about it now, I'm not 
so sure if Chrissie was joking or not!  I remember saying to her, 
"That what would be BEST, was if we had two little boys first; 
THEN had two little girls.  That way, we'd get by with just the 
bunk-beds for all four of them; as each boy could sleep with a 
little sister."
     Chrissie almost knocked me down with a pillow, but she was 
grinning as broadly as I was.  For sure the idea didn't turn her 
off, as she almost fucked me ragged that night.


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     About a month after she got home from the hospital, we went 
shopping for a bed for Brian.  By unspoken agreement we first 
looked at bunk-beds, then bought a full-sized bed for him to 
sleep in.
     "After all," said Chrissie, as we drove home, "Sharon's 
going to need a room of her own, anyway."
     For almost a month, Brian shared the crib with his little 
sister anyway, until the new bed arrived.  When we first put him 
in his own bed his little sister cried, because she was used to 
feeling her brother's body next to hers.
     Chrissie and I finally put the two kids back together in the 
crib, just to allow everyone to get some sleep.  "After all," we 
both said guiltily, "it's not as though we were really PLANNING 
on having the two kids sleep together permanently.  It's just for 
now."
     Now dragged on and on.  When Chrissie came home from the 
hospital with Jennifer (Jenny), the crib was certainly not big 
enough for all three kids, so we had to decide what to do.  We 
couldn't afford to add onto the house yet, so somebody had to 
move.  We finally decided to let Sharon go on sleeping with her 
older brother, "Just for now."
     A year later, Jenny joined Brian and Sharon, as Diane took 
over the crib.  I mean, we didn't have any place else to put her, 
except in our own bed.  We planned on giving our kids a sex 
education; but that would have been pushing it a bit; don't you 
think?
     After Diane, Chrissie went back on the pill.  If we couldn't 
afford to add onto the house, we certainly couldn't afford any 
more kids.  Besides, we both figured that with four lovely kids, 
we might be pushing our luck, if we went for five.
     A year and a half later, Diane joined her two sisters in bed 
with their brother.  We sold the crib, as it took up too much 
room.  That gave us just barely enough space for another dresser.
     With 4 kids all sharing the same bedroom, we needed it.
     Chrissie and I both looked at each other guiltily, when we 
took down the crib without even finding another bed for Brian.  
"After all," we said, "it's just for a year or two, until we get 
our new place."
     By then, we had decided NOT to add onto the cabin, but to 
build a home of our own, on the same land.  It was nice and 
private, with no nosy neighbors, and lots of space for a much 
better home than the barely four-room cabin.  I was starting to 
finally earn a decent wage, and we figured that it was worth the 
wait.
     The plans called for 6 bedrooms, four baths, kitchen, REAL 
dining-room, living-room, den, washroom, family-room, double-
garage, and even a cupola-styled attic room, that I insisted on 
for a view of the lake.  Chrissie asked me what the extra big 
bedroom was for, with the kingsize bed in it, at the end of the 
hall where the children's bedrooms were.
     I grinned at her.  "If the kids want to continue sleeping 
together," I replied jokingly, "then a little double-bed just 
isn't big enough, is it?"
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     "Well," I answered, "it's really a guest bedroom, for either 
of our parents when they stay over.  but if the kids want to use 
it for that. . ."
     Chrissie stared at me, then giggled, "I guess if they want 
to, we can't really keep them from sleeping together anyway, 
huh?"
     So, we left it up to the kids.  When we moved in, we told 
them that they all now had their own rooms, and their own beds, 
if they wanted them, but if they preferred, they could still all 
sleep together in the big bed down at the end of the hall.  It's 
just that if they DID, they mustn't tell anybody, as some people 
didn't understand about brothers and sisters sleeping in the same 
bed.
     We shouldn't have given them the option.  I mean, that was 
when things first really started to get out of hand.  We had one 
chance to correct things, and we blew it.  In the next 5 years, I 
don't think any of the kids' beds got more than a night or two's 
use each year.  Then it was only when guests were over to visit 
the girls, or one of the kids was sick or something.
     Except for when one of the kids wanted to take a private 
nap, they all slept together in that big kingsize bed.  Each 
one's own room, was where they lived, but the big bedroom was 
where they all slept.
     It was shortly after we first moved, when Brian was about 5 
and 1/2, Sharon was 4, Jenny was 3, and Diane was 2, that we 
decided we'd better teach the kids about sex, before some pervert 
took advantage of them.  (As if we weren't perverted enough.)
     We got a big picture-book, that showed what little girls and 
boys looked like and what mommies and daddies looked like too.  
Of course, this wasn't all that new to any of the kids, as they 
all slept naked together anyway.  (All except Diane, anyway.  She 
still used a diaper, but only at night.)
     We showed the kids how their sexual organs were different, 
and why, and how sometimes a man would get stiff so that he could 
put it inside a woman to make a baby.  They all asked questions, 
which we tried to field.  Some of them were really wild, like:
     "When your sperm comes out Daddy, what does it look like?"
     "Isn't that messy, if you squirt that white-stuff in Mommy?"
     "When will I be able to squirt that white-stuff?"
     "Is Momma going to have a baby, if you put your thing inside 
her?"
     "Can we watch you make a baby in Momma, Daddy?"
     "Yeah Momma, can we watch?"
     "Daddy, when are you going to stick your 'thing' in ME, so I 
can have a baby?"
     That last question, shut the whole show down.  Up to then, 
Chrissie and I had been toying with the idea of maybe actually 
DOING it and letting the kids see what sex was really about, by 
acting out the old joke about the sophisticated parents who asked 
their boy what he wanted for Christmas.  Well, the kid said, "I 
wanta watch."  So, they let him.






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     Well, somewhat embarrassing as the idea of performing sex in 
front of your own children was, it was kind of a turn-on too.  
But there was NO WAY I was going to fuck my own 3-year-old little 
girl, or even let her think I even wanted to.  Or even her big 
sister, for that matter.  We hurriedly explained that they were 
all much too young to have babies yet, and besides, they really 
wouldn't be ready for sex, for several more years yet.
     We explained to the kids, that even we didn't have sex, just 
to have babies though.  While we felt we had enough children, we 
still enjoyed making love together, and that they would find out 
why people liked to have sex so much when they were a bit older.  
Well, not so much older, as you might think.
     That night, while my wife and I were tearing off still 
another frantic "piece", as the stimulation of teaching our own 
kids about sex made us reach even greater heights of horniness 
than usual, we were interrupted.
     I was just in the process of squirting my sexy wife's cute 
little belly full of another heavy load of baby-juice.  Chrissie 
had gotten me all excited by whispering in my ear, "Daddy, when 
are you going to stick your 'thing' in ME, so I can have a baby?"
     It seems the thought of me "sticking it to" my own 
3-year-old little girl had gotten Chrissie so excited, she wanted 
to keep on acting out the fantasy over and over.  I would remind 
her that I was WAY too big for such a little girl and besides; 
you weren't supposed to fuck your own kids.
     Chrissie would just moan, and say, "I know.  But think how 
tight she would be inside."  This would get me to blow another 
wad, and then Chrissie would start all over again.  I was just in 
the process of squirting my third load of the evening in 
Chrissie; this time actually acting out the fantasy of squirting 
my sperm in my own daughter's tight little tummy; when we became 
aware that one of the objects of our fantasy was watching our 
every move.
     Brian and Sharon had come into the bedroom so quietly (or 
maybe we were making so much noise) that we hadn't heard them 
come in.  Luckily, I had just managed to get off; moaning 
something like, "Oh honey, Daddy's making a baby in his little 
girl!" when we became aware of our audience.
     Neither child seemed to be shocked at the idea of their 
father pretending he was fucking one of his own daughters.  
Possibly, that was because they were too wrapped up in their own 
worries at the moment, but I don't think so.
     It took both Chrissie and I a moment to recover, before we 
asked Brian and Sharon what they were doing in our room.  Always 
before, when we had sex, the children had left us discretely 
alone.  We had made it clear, that when the door was closed, we 
didn't want to be disturbed.
     It turned out, that Brian was worried about his little 
sister.  He was afraid he had hurt her pretty bad.  THAT got our 
attention!  I mean, our children rarely if ever fought, and then 
only childish spats.  That her big brother might have actually 
HURT his little sister in a fight, was almost unbelievable.  
Well, as you've probably guessed, it wasn't a fight.




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     Chrissie almost burst into giggles, when she found out that 
Sharon was just dripping a little blood from her vagina, while 
Brian had a red-ring around the base of his cock.  My wife 
managed to stifle her giggles down to hiccups, and I managed 
somehow to suppress a big grin, when I realized my 5-year-old 
son, had just taken his little sister's virginity.
     We managed to get the two kids calmed down, and explained to 
them that this always happened the first time a girl had sex.  We 
also told them that they were both a little young yet to do this 
anyway, but the damage was already done.
     After we got both kids cleaned up, and made sure that Sharon 
had stopped bleeding, my wife and I went back to bed, and tore 
off still another piece.  God!  Just 5 years old, and getting 
your 4-year-old little sister's virginity!
     After that first night, we figured the kids had learned 
their lessons, because we never heard another squawk from any of 
them.  We learned a few years later, that they had learned their 
lessons all right.  That same night, after learning that it was 
normal for a girl to bleed the first time, but it was necessary 
to do it, if you were going to start having sex, the older boy 
had taken all THREE of his little sister's virginities.  Yes, 
even his 2-year-old little sister Diane's.  Afterwards, all three 
of the other kids would clean each other up.
     From then on, Brian must have fucked each of his little 
sister's at least once a week, and was probably fucking them once 
a day, by the time we found out.  Of course, it was much too late 
by then, for us to do anything about it.
     I think Chrissie was more disappointed that she didn't get 
to see her son fuck his little sisters for the first time, than 
she was annoyed at them for sneaking around and doing it behind 
our backs like that.  By that time, Brian was 10, and had been 
fucking all three of his little sisters for almost 5 years.  
There was no way we were going to get them to stop, and we didn't 
even try.
     "Besides," Chrissie pointed out to me, "isn't that what we 
wanted anyway?  I mean, putting all three girls in bed with their 
big brother, what did we expect?"
     I replied that, "I had expected they might do something like 
that, but when they were older.  Still, as long as nobody got 
hurt, and no one outside the family found out, why not?"
     After that, we no longer closed our door, when we were 
fucking, and every once in a while would find one or more of the 
kids watching us.  Sometimes, we would even finish up, and find 
Brian casually fucking one of his little sisters, while they both 
watched.  He still didn't cum yet, but both kids seemed to enjoy 
it anyway.  Even little Diane seemed to like the feel of her big 
brother's cock slipping in and out of her tight little hole.
     Once in a while, we would turn the tables, and sneak down to 
the children's bedroom, where WE would watch Brian fuck one or 
another of his sisters, before going to bed.  The two girls he 
was NOT fucking at the time, always seemed to watch impatiently 
for their turn, but the kids must have worked out some kind of 
schedule, because there were never any arguments over whose 
"turn" it was.



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     Every time we watched, Chrissie and I would get so excited 
we would go back to our room and fuck like bunnies for an hour or 
two.
     For some reason, we never did it together with the kids.  I 
guess we were just shy or something.  Sometimes they would watch 
us, and sometimes we would watch them, but we never did it at the 
same time, in the same room.  The nearest we ever came, is when 
Brian would fuck one of his little sisters while they both 
watched us from the doorway.  This continued for two more years, 
until we had our first reminder that it couldn't continue this 
way forever.
     It was kind of like the day that Sharon lost her virginity.  
Only the two worried kids standing beside our bed THIS time were 
old enough to actually look sexy.  At ten and a half years old, 
Sharon looked like the epitome of a little girl who needed lots 
of baby-juice squirted up in her tight little hole, and Brian 
looked like just the big brother to give it to her.
     "Now stop it, you dirty old man," I told myself, "neither 
one of them is old enough for that yet."  I was wrong, of course.  
It turned out that THIS time the two kids were worried about 
Brian.  They were afraid he might have caught some horrible 
disease or something, as "A white puss-like stuff" had come out 
of the older boy's prick, while he was fucking Diane.  They both 
wondered if Brian would have to go to the doctor, and maybe them 
too.  It seems they had learned PART of their sex-education 
course anyway.  I could barely hold back the giggles, when I 
realized that my 12 year old son had just "cum" inside his 
8-year-old sister.
     It was Chrissie, who got the nasty idea of teaching the kids 
that they mustn't "waste" their brother's sperm, and mustn't let 
it get on the bed either.  I couldn't believe the cock-and-bull 
story Chrissie told the kids, to make sure that each time Brian 
squirted his cum, the other two sisters would clean up both 
Brian, and the other sister up, by licking the sperm off Brian, 
and out of their sister's hole.  What's more, I can't believe the 
kids fell for it.
     Well, maybe they didn't.  Maybe they just thought it was a 
sexy idea, just like we did.  Anyway, we never did have to clean 
up cum-stains off the sheets, like most parents had to when they 
have teenaged boys in the house.  His little sisters must have 
swallowed every drop that didn't go up their tight little 
snatches.
     Two years later, we came face to face with the decision that 
had been approaching, ever since the first time we had moved 
Sharon from the crib into her big brother's bed.  Sharon got her 
first period.  Chrissie and I agonized over this one.
     On the one hand, we figured the little girl would NOT stop 
fucking her older brother.  Conversations with all the kids had 
made it plain that they were as determined as we had been when we 
were kids, to keep on having sex with the person THEY wanted to 
have sex with.






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     On the other hand, at only 11 years old, (well, almost 12) 
we all knew that Sharon was much too young to have a baby.  We 
were also afraid to put her on the pill, as we figured that 
taking hormones that strong at her age might have adverse effects 
on the little girl.
     We finally decided to just hold our breaths, and hope.  Most 
girls didn't get pregnant until they were at least 14, and 
usually about 15 or 16.  With luck, Sharon would have passed 
menarche, and her body developed into womanhood without her 
getting pregnant.  We figured that by the time she was 16, she 
would have developed breasts, hair on her pussy, and be a full-
fledged woman, so we could put her on the pill without worrying 
about stunting her proper development.
     For two years, this optimism seemed to be justified.
     About six months later, Jennifer joined her older sister in 
the ritual that separates girls from women.  Now we had TWO 
little girls to worry about.
     Sharon took her time developing.  Finally, breasts started 
to appear on her once flat little chest, and a fine bush began to 
darken the bare little cunny, that looked so sexy stretched 
around her big brother's thick cock.
     We were just about to set up an appointment, for Sharon to 
get her first prescription of the pill, as we figured the 
15-year-old girl was now developed enough that her body wouldn't 
be damaged by taking the pill, when the roof fell in.
     Jenny came into our room one morning, complaining that she 
was sick.  Two hours later, Sharon said she was sick also.  Even 
Diane didn't look so hot.  Figuring we had either a case of food-
poisoning, or a bad case of the flu; Chrissie rushed all three 
kids down to the clinic for checkups.
     You guessed it.  All THREE kids were pregnant.  Yes, even 
little Diane, at only 11 years old (OK, almost 12.)  Brian must 
have knocked up all three of his little sisters, on almost the 
same day.
     Luckily, all three kids had sense enough to keep their 
mouths shut, as we had already discussed what we should do, if 
any of them showed up pregnant, many times before.  We weren't 
caught unprepared, because we always knew that one of the kids 
might "catch", no matter how young they were.
     Still, all three at the same time?  That must have been some 
orgy the teenager had with his little sisters that day.  Of 
course, when we discussed it with them, it seems that EVERY day 
was an orgy like that with the kids.
     You'd think that having made ONE mistake, that we would 
learn.  HA!
     Have you ever cared for THREE pregnant little girls?  Don't!  
You'll wear yourself out.  Still, I wouldn't have missed seeing 
it for the world.  All the kids looked so cute, when their 
bellies started to get big, especially little Diane.  She still 
didn't have any breasts, and her cunny was as bare and dimpled as 
any 10-year-old's.  The little girl looked like some dirty old 
man's fantasy of a 10-year-old girl, knocked up by her own 
father.  Only it was her big brother that did it.




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     Once we had a house full of crying babies, you'd think that 
the girls would have some sense, and let us put them on the pill, 
or at least use a diaphragm, or something.  No way.  Sharon put 
her foot down, and said she wanted her little girl to have a 
brother to sleep with, just like she had.  (Oh boy!  I KNEW we 
had made a mistake back then, letting the kids sleep together.)
     Once they saw their older sister decide to have another 
baby, the two younger ones decided they weren't going to stop at 
one either.  It's a good thing I make a lot of money now, or 
having all these babies in the house would bankrupt me.
     Still, both Chrissie and I still love babies as much as 
ever.  In fact, lately she's been suggesting that maybe she 
should have one or two more of her own, before she gets too old.  
She's still only 40 years old, and older women than that have 
babies.  I don't know.  Of course, Chrissie has ways of getting 
her own way.
     It's been almost 11 years, since that first time we found 
ourselves with a houseful of little girls with big bellies.  We 
were just beginning to heave a sigh of relief, as each of the 
kids decided to stop at four babies apiece:  heavily weighted as 
to sex though, with nine girls, and only 3 boys.  All the boys 
except one, being the youngest of their siblings.  Just the 
reverse of the order of their parents.
     Because the boys were too young to have sex, the girls are 
all virgins, except one.  Their father is much too big now, to 
fit his cock inside his little girls, much bigger than even me, 
as I have a fairly normal sized cock, while all the stimulation 
of fucking his own sisters since he was five, seems to have given 
Brian a cock that would make a horse proud.  All his little 
sisters seem to love it though.
     Chrissie and I were just beginning to feel relieved, that 
our daughters had finally decided they had enough kids, when our 
anniversary party came along.
     Twenty-five years goes by so fast.  Our silver anniversary, 
and we weren't even 40 years old yet.  Well, Chrissie wasn't.  I 
passed the big Four-Oh, a couple of years before.  Still, we 
don't feel all THAT old yet.  It's a good thing too!
     Our kids held a big public anniversary party on Saturday, 
even though it was the day before our actual anniversary, as that 
was the day they could rent the hall.  More people showed up, 
than we remembered knowing.  It was a blast.  We finally said, 
"Good night," to the last guest about two hours after midnight.
     Thankfully, the next day was Sunday, so we figured we could 
sleep in.  HA!
     It seems, our kids had planned their own "private" little 
anniversary party for us, when we were all alone.  Chrissie and I 
were just opening our eyes, about 10 o'clock the next morning, 
when the whole family came trooping into our bedroom, naked as 
the day they were all born.  Before we knew what was happening, 
our bed was covered with squirming sexy young bodies, the covers 
had been ripped off, and Chrissie and I were each being serviced 
like a sultan in his harem.





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     Before I could even object, (not that I'm sure I would have, 
mind you) I had two lovely nubile young daughters, one in each 
arm, while a warm wet something or other was sliding up and down 
on my suddenly erect cock.
     I figured it must have been one of my granddaughters, 
because I had two daughters kissing me madly, and I could see the 
third one taking similar care of my wife, along with her big 
brother.  I managed to pull my mouth away from Diane's sucking 
tongue long enough to look down between my legs.
     It was Tommy!  My grandson pulled his mouth of my engorged 
cock to say, "Hi Grandpa, did I do it right?" before being 
replaced by his older sister.  The kids were all taking turns at 
sucking my cock, including the boys!
     Sharon got my attention again.  "Let the kids have their 
fun, Pops," she said.  "Now kiss me, like we should have been 
doing all these years!"
     OH, was that sweet!  I had always secretly lusted after my 
little girls, ever since I found out that their big brother was 
boffing them every night.  Chrissie and I often played a fantasy, 
where she was one of my daughters, and I was getting the little 
girl pregnant, "Like a father should," as Chrissie would say.  
Now to have the real thing in my arms, kissing me like a porno-
star while my cock was being serviced expertly by my own 
grandchildren, (And sometimes, NOT so expertly.  I felt a little 
nip of teeth, then a quick "Sorry Grandpa" before the tiny mouth 
was replaced by a more experienced one.)
     "I'm going to cum," I groaned.
     "It's OK, Grandpa, we don't mind," came a giggle.  I looked 
between my legs; to see three tousle-headed little girls sharing 
my prick.  Each one would swallow as much as she could, before 
passing me to her sister for the next stroke.
     The stimulation was too much.  "Oh. . . I. . ." I groaned.  
I was going to do it.  I was going t squirt my seed right down my 
own granddaughter's sucking little throat.
     "Don't you DARE!" hissed Diane, in my ear.
     I was so surprised, that I almost lost my erection.  Almost.  
The three little girls were too good for that to happen.  I 
wondered what was bothering my Diane.  She obviously didn't mind 
her daughters sucking me off, so why should she mind if I came in 
the little girls' mouths.  The older girl made that clear.
     "I get him first!" she exclaimed.  "I've been waiting too 
many years, to get this inside me, to let it go to waste now," 
she told me firmly.  With this, my daughter shifted her body over 
on top of mine, while her older sister moved over to make room.  
Three eager little hands combined to try and stuff my engorged 
cock into their mother's creaming little slit.
     They succeeded.  As I felt my youngest daughter's tight 
little hole slide down my swollen cock, I finally found out what 
I had been missing all these years.  God did that feel good.
     "Now fuck me Daddy, and cum in me," she told me.  "I want to 
feel my handsome father making a baby in my tummy, like he should 
have done years ago."
     "Yeah, Grandpa," echoed a string of little children's 
voices, as they all watched their mother fucking her own father, 
"knock Momma up like she wants you to."


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     "Please Grandpa?" pleaded a little-girl voice.  "I want a 
little sister to play with too."  It was too much.  I let my 
little girl have it.  If my whole family wanted me to impregnate 
my own daughter, a fantasy I had for years, then I wasn't going 
to let them down.  I felt a bulge ripple through the tube on the 
underside of my prick, and then I knew I was doing it.  I was 
squirting my sperm in my own daughter's womb, while the 22 year 
old woman did everything a girl can do to get her father to 
reproduce inside her.
     Squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous sperm went 
into my daughter's still tight little belly, as she worked like a 
harlot to extract every drop.
     As we slowed up, the stimulation still continued though.  I 
looked down, and saw that the three little girls had been joined 
by their brother, and all four kids were taking turns licking at 
the juncture of their mother's crotch, and my penis; cleaning up 
each drop of sperm, as it leaked out.
     Diane finally rolled off me, and collapsed.
     "I got it!" yelled Tommy, as he popped my cum-dribbling 
prick in his little mouth, and began cleaning it off with his 
tongue.  His older sister was doing something similar to his 
mother.
     "Hey!  Don't be so greedy," came a squeaky little-girl 
voice, "I want some too!"
     Reluctantly, Tommy shared my cock with his sister, while 
their siblings similarly worked on their mother.  By the time 
they finished, my cock was once more erect, and threatening to 
give them both a taste direct from the source.  Only this time, 
it was Sharon who objected, and HER kids who took over the 
"bottom-end" job.
     Sharon was smart.  She had figured that her horny little 
sister wouldn't last long, and would just "take the edge off" of 
my erection.  That way, she could get the long sexy screw that 
she had been dreaming about, for all these years.
     She was right.  After blowing my wad in her kid sister, 
Sharon and I were able to fuck for almost 15 minutes, before I 
filled her belly so full of thick sticky sperm that it's a wonder 
she didn't have triplets.
     Both Sharon and Diane were satisfied.  Diane had "beaten" 
her older sister to me, like she had always dreamed of doing, 
while Sharon had gotten to enjoy three body wrenching, shuddering 
orgasms with my prick inside her, like SHE had always dreamed of 
doing, on her first time with me.  It's a shame, that the kids 
didn't make their wishes know sooner though.  Who knows how many 
kids we might have been able to have together by now?
     What am I saying?!  That's the whole trouble we're in NOW!  
I mean, things are far enough out of hand already.
     As you might guess, Jennifer wanted me to fuck her too.  Not 
only THAT, but my own son as well.  Well, I didn't exactly FUCK 
Brian, but he actually sucked me off, the way his own son almost 
had earlier.  And you know what?  I sucked him off as well.






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     I mean, I had never even THOUGHT of myself having homosexual 
inclinations, but when Brian came over and started sucking me 
off, it seemed almost like the most normal thing in the world to 
reciprocate by taking his sperm-covered cock (which was dangling 
right by my face) and clean it off for him, like he was doing for 
me.
     Besides, all of my daughters, and even my own wife seemed to 
expect it of me.  None of THEM had any hangups about sucking a 
man (or woman, for that matter) off, and they had made sure that 
none of their children did either.  I couldn't disappoint my own 
family by being a prude.  Surprisingly, (To me, that is.  None of 
the rest of them would have been surprised.) it wasn't all that 
bad.  The big sticky mess on my son's prick actually tasted good, 
once I recognized the taste of Chrissie.
     I realized that Brian must have left a very good helping of 
incestuous sperm inside his mother, as I tasted both Chrissie's 
distinctive flavor, and the thicker, somewhat cloying taste of my 
son's semen mixed in.  I wondered how Chrissie had enjoyed being 
fucked by her own little boy.  I hoped she had enjoyed it as much 
as I had enjoyed squirting my sperm in my own sexy little 
daughters.
     Brian came before I did.  I recognized the symptoms, as he 
began thrusting harder and harder.  Temporarily, I ignored the 
need rising in my own crotch, as I threw everything I knew into 
bringing my little boy off.
     Did I say "little" boy?  I take that back.  My son is NOT 
little.  I could barely get my jaws open around my son's thick 
prick, and I wondered how his sisters had managed to take him all 
these years.  Over nine inches of thick FAT cock meat was trying 
to force its way into my mouth, as his thrusts became almost 
frantic.  To either side, I could see at least one daughter, 
ready and willing to take over, if I couldn't handle it.
     No way, was I going to let my family down though.  Steeling 
myself, I pushed my tongue forward in my mouth, to allow more 
room in the back.  Then, like a sword-swallower, I forced myself 
to take more and more of the boy's cock inside my mouth, and down 
my throat.  My air cut off, and I couldn't breathe, but I wasn't 
going to cheat my son.  Grabbing his firm ass-cheeks I impaled 
myself on his member, until it was halfway down to my stomach, 
and my nose was buried in the sack of his testicles, while my 
tongue was licking his pubic hair at the base of his flat hard 
stomach.
     I held it there, for a second or so, allowing him to feel 
his father's throat milking his prick then I began jacking my son 
off into my throat, by working an inch on and off at a time.  All 
this time, I couldn't breathe.
     No, I wasn't holding my breath.  It's just that my son's 
cock was so far down my throat, that I COULDN'T breathe.  Never 
mind.  If I died, at least I would die happy, having finally 
spent my seed in each of my little girls, like I had dreamed of 
for so many years.






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     If I had to choke myself to death on  my own son's prick, to 
show him how much I appreciated his sharing his little sisters 
with me, then it would be worth it.  My mind was growing fuzzy, 
and things had just started to go black, when I felt a bulge 
ripple through my son's cock, and a thick sticky squirt of semen 
pumped down my throat.
     I was vaguely aware that I was spewing cum down Brian's 
throat, as my son duplicated my feat at the other end of my body.  
Feeling Brian cum, must have stimulated me enough to do the same 
thing.  Or perhaps, it was just the reflex of a dying body.  My 
whole world went black, and that was all I remembered.
     It must have been an hour later, when I came around.  The 
paramedics had already left, and I was covered up in our bed 
again.  Once she knew I was going to be OK, Chrissie had refused 
to let me be taken to the hospital, fearing someone might find 
out the REAL reason I had been choking to death.
     The whole family looked as if they had been crying, and my 
wife gave me a scolding that I would never forget.  "If you EVER 
do that again," she started, then buried her head in my chest.  
"I can't afford to lose you," she finally sobbed.  "Do you know 
how Brian must feel, thinking he'd killed you?  Next time, wave 
your arms, or pull off or something.  For heaven's sake!  OK?"
     I was so pleased that there was going to BE a "next time" 
that I would have agreed to anything Chrissie asked.  Not that 
I've ever refused her anything anyway, not since she was 10 years 
old, and asked me to show her what it felt like to fuck, like I 
was doing to her big sister.
     That afternoon, the kids all explained to me how they had 
set me up.  They told me how they wanted to get me something 
extra-special for our silver anniversary, but Chrissie and I 
already had just about everything we ever wanted.  If we didn't 
already have it, the it was probably WAY beyond the budget of 
even the four adults working together.
     Well, actually three.  One of the girls usually didn't work, 
and took care of the babies, while the other three did their best 
to support the family.  Sometimes it was one of the girls, and 
sometimes the other.  Once in a while even Brian would take a 
week or two off from work, for his turn.
     Chrissie had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, when 
she mumbled under her breath, "It's too bad you can't give him 
what he REALLY wants."
     Diane has VERY sharp ears, and she bugged her mother until 
Chrissie finally told her that what I probably wanted most in the 
world, was to join in on the fun all the kids were having.  She 
even told them about my fantasies of knocking up my own kids, 
like their big brother had.
     Chrissie told me that the kids all stared at her in 
amazement.  No, not in shock at my wanting to do such a perverted 
thing, but in astonishment that I had kept it hidden from them 
all these years.







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     After that, the party plans just fell right into place.  
Sharon, Diane, and Jennifer had all gone off the pill, while my 
son stopped fucking them, and started fucking Chrissie, so that 
any children his sisters had would most likely be mine, not his.  
In the meantime, Chrissie had gone off the pill as well, figuring 
that if I could get my own daughters pregnant, it was only fair 
that she got to enjoy motherhood with her own son as well, before 
she got too old.  Chrissie looked at me a little worriedly, at 
this point, as she wasn't sure how I would take it.
     What could I say?  If my wife is generous enough to let me 
father THREE children, on my own daughters, how could I 
reasonably object if she wanted a little "fling" herself, with 
her own son?  Well, SOME people might be jealous, even so.  But 
those are the people who look on their wives as their 
possessions, not someone they love.  I love my wife.
     Later that evening, we were all lying around in the 
children's BIG bedroom, (They now had TWO kingsize beds made up 
as one.  Jennifer stitched the sheets, blankets, and mattress-
covers together, until it made up as one big bed.) where we were 
all snuggling up together as one big happy incestuous family.  I 
was enjoying the feel of my lovely daughter's bodies next to 
mine, when a warm wet something surrounded my cock.  Diane 
grinned, when she saw who had distracted me.  It was her 10-year 
old daughter Melissa, sucking on me as if it was the most fun she 
ever had.
     Two more of my grandchildren were watching her somewhat 
enviously, as if they were sorry they hadn't thought of it first.  
I looked over, and saw my son and his mother similarly 
surrounded, as a granddaughter worked on each of them, while the 
rest of the kids looked on, and waited for their turns.
     Well, if it didn't bother my daughter to have her little 
girl suck her own grandfather's cock, who was I to object?  I 
went back to kissing Diane, trying to make up for all those lost 
years, when we could have been making out every day.
     Diane was on top of me, kissing like a harlot, when I felt 
the first mouth replaced by another.  Vaguely, I wondered which 
one of my granddaughters it was THIS time, (or possibly 
grandsons) when I realized that this was different.  A tight ring 
surrounded the tip of my prick, before sliding down behind the 
head in an almost unbelievably tight grip.  I pulled my head away 
from Diane, to look into her daughter's eyes.
     "Hi Grandpa," said the little girl, forcing another inch of 
my swollen prick up inside her tight little hole.  "OOoooh.  You 
don't mind; do you Grandpa?  Daddy's too big to fuck, and Momma 
said I could fuck you, if you didn't mind."
     The little 10-year-old's tight little slit was stretched 
obscenely around my swollen prick, which throbbed with need, 
threatening to fill the little girl's tight little cunny full of 
baby-making sperm, before she even got it all the way inside 
herself.
     "Oh why don't you let her, Daddy," said Diane.  "The little 
shit always gets so horny, in the week before her period."
     Oh shit!  My daughter was actually encouraging me to fuck 
her little girl, right at the time when the child was most likely 
to conceive!


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     With no breasts to speak-of, and a bare little cunny that 
was barely even a hole in the space between her legs, I hadn't 
even imagined that the little girl COULD be having periods yet, 
let alone be having them often enough for her mother to notice 
that the child was "hornier" when her egg dropped.
     The thought that I might be getting the little girl 
pregnant, like I had so often dreamed of doing to her mother and 
aunts, when they were the same age, was too much.  I pushed up; 
already spewing thick stick cum in the little girl at the same 
moment she pushed down.  There was an incredibly tight tearing 
sensation.  Melissa said, "Ow!" and suddenly 3/4 of my cock had 
vanished into the little girl's belly; as I sent squirt after 
squirt of thick sticky cum into the little girl's welcoming young 
womb.
     A slight trickle of red, followed shortly by a much bigger 
trickle of white leaking from the little girl's hole, attested to 
the fact that I had not only just taken my own granddaughter's 
virginity, but was even then filling the little 10-year-old's 
womb with blob after big sticky blob of potent sperm, as I did my 
best to impregnate my own daughter's daughter.
     As I sent blast after blast of thick white seed into the 
little girl, my cock shrunk, and Melissa sank lower and lower, 
until finally I was just dribbling little spurts, and my penis 
had vanished all the way up inside the kid's tight little hole.
     For a minute or two, we just lay there, me on my back, and 
Melissa perched on my cock, like it was a saddle.  Then the 
little girl spoke.  "Oh Momma," she said, "it feels so good.  I 
wish I didn't have to take it out."  The little girl sounded so 
plaintive, when she said this.
     "You don't," informed her mother. "I'm sure your grandfather 
won't mind leaving his cock inside you, for as long as you want.  
Here, I'll get out of the way."  With this, Diane moved over, so 
that her daughter could lie down on top of me without getting 
off.
     "Can I Grandpa?" she asked.
     At my nod the little girl said "thanks," put her head on my 
chest, and promptly fell asleep!
     There I was, with my big thick cock stuck up inside my own 
granddaughter's tight little hole, still dribbling thick greasy 
sperm inside her, and the kid goes to sleep on me.  I guess the 
excitement of her first fuck was too much for her.  For the next 
two hours, I just lay there; cuddling the little girl like I 
hadn't done since she was a baby; while her mother and I talked.
     About an hour later, my cock unexpectedly revived, and I 
sent a second helping of incestuous cum into the little girl, 
without even waking her up.
     Diane was happy to see me treating her daughter so well.  It 
was only afterwards, that I realized how much things had REALLY 
gotten out of hand when I saw two more little girls waiting for 
their turn.  NOW do you see what I mean, when I say that things 
have gotten out of hand?
     Ginny and Marcia may not be old enough to have babies yet, 
like their 3/4 sister, but it won't be long.  Diane, Sharon, 
Jennifer, and yes even Melissa, are probably pregnant already, 
and if not, it won't be too long.


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     Not to mentions Chrissie.  That's FOUR more babies by this 
time next year.  By then, Ginny and Marcia will probably be 
fertile as well.  I also remember how each of my kids had 
insisted on having at LEAST four kids by her big brother before 
they stopped.  Chrissie was the same way, with me.
     If THAT isn't bad enough, there are SIX more little girls 
standing around the bed right now, just waiting and hoping that 
THEY will start having periods even sooner than their big sisters 
did.
     NOW do you see what I mean, when I said things are getting 
out of hand?  Start adding.  Me, Chrissie, our 4 kids, their 12 
kids, four more each, by each of the 9 little girls, and four 
more by Chrissie as well.  By THEN, their little brothers will be 
old enough to fuck, and the kids will probably want to start all 
over again!  Not to mention, wanting to do it with their own 
father, like Diane, Sharon and Jennifer are doing.
     I'm getting a headache.  I think I reached a count of 52 
people in this house, and that might be just the start.  As I 
said, things are really getting out of hand.
     Anyone out there got any suggestions?
     Maybe I could marry some of them off.
     I've talked to the kids, and while they're not enthused 
about the idea, are at least willing to see if anybody out there 
is interested and interesting.  So, how about it?
     Are there any single guys out there, who would like to meet 
a 10-year-old little girl, who loves to fuck?
     Maybe you'll be as lucky as I was with Chrissie.
     Or, how about a 22-year-old woman, who's been fucking her 
big brother since she was two years old?  She's brunette, 5'2, 
123lbs, and is 34-26-33.
     The girls have all agreed to give any guy who shows up at 
least a chance.  On the other hand, they all insisted that the 
guys would have to agree to fuck each one of them, before going 
out with any of them, to allow them to see if it's worth their 
while.
     There's two other drawbacks:
     First, the girl will probably already BE pregnant, or even 
have a baby, by the time you read this.  Any babies go with the 
girl.
     The second drawback has to do with the way they were raised.  
All the girls will probably be fucking any sons they have, as 
soon as the kid is old enough to get an erection.  Similarly, 
they will expect YOU to fuck any daughters they have, as soon as 
the kids are big enough for you to fit your cock inside them.  In 
any case, the woman will almost certainly expect you to have 
fathered at LEAST one, and preferably two or three kids on her 
little girl, before she gets out of grade school.  I know that 
seems like a lot to ask of any man, but I'm desperate.
     Doesn't ANYBODY out there even LIKE the idea of fucking 
little girls?
     Help!






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