                          It's not fair
                         An Erotic Story

     Some things just aren't fair.  I mean, you start something, 
and then somebody else gets the credit.  Or, you work your buns 
off to get something, and then watch someone else get it given to 
them on a silver platter.  It's also not fair the way people 
expect different things from boys than they do from girls.  One 
of the most unfair things is that boys can ask girls for sex any 
time they want to, while girls are supposed to wait until they're 
asked.  As I said, it's just not fair; especially with the sex-
drives being so unbalanced between the sexes the way they are.  
To give you some idea of what I'm talking about, just imagine if 
things were reversed from the way they are in the story I'm about 
to tell you, of what happened last fall:  I remember that day 
well, because that was the day . . . but I'm getting ahead of 
myself.
     That morning I woke up to a squishy feel in my vagina and an 
ache in my bladder, as I had to pee.  For almost 20 minutes I lay 
there; trying to reconcile the two separate needs.  I REALLY 
wanted to just go back to sleep; enjoying the knowledge that my 
own grandfather's seed was soaking into my womb where it 
belonged; held in by the plug of the old man's half-hard prick as 
he snuggled up to me from behind.  I knew that if I waited, Pops 
would eventually get a second hard-on, and would probably give my 
tummy a second shot of incestuous sperm without pulling out.  For 
only being a man and over 50, Pops is quite a stud; almost as 
good as Dad even.  On occasion I've known him to ejaculate in me 
three times during the night, without pulling out.  Only he isn't 
a girl, or a teenager any more either.  About three times a night 
is his limit (usually I'm lucky to get fucked twice by him, 
considering) and it usually takes him hours to "recharge" even 
then.  Not that he doesn't like to remain mated to me in the 
meantime; with his prick oozing thick sticky cum into his horny 
granddaughter's fertile young cunny until he's able to "perform" 
again.  Just like me, Pops likes to snuggle up and cuddle after 
sex; with both of us enjoying the feel of each other's sex-parts 
together.  Even semi-soft, it's nice to feel your grandfather's 
thick prick plugging your hole, while you squeeze it and enjoy 
the tingles of pleasure caused by having a man inside you.  Heck, 
sometimes I've been able to enjoy three or even four orgasms with 
Pops' prick just resting in me, oozing occasional drops of thick 
white cum in my tummy, while he slowly recovered.  Pops may not 
be Dad, but who else is?  He's not as big, he's not able to go as 
long, and he's not my father; but none of those things detracts 
from the fact that the man seems to adore us girls almost as much 
as Mom or Dad do.
     And that's the most important thing, and why I like feeling 
my grandfather "get off in me" as much as I do.  It's not just 
the sex, (which I really appreciate as well; considering how much 
trouble it would be to get laid otherwise) it's the love.  
Because Pops loves me, I can't help loving him back.  Feeling a 
man you love loving you, is what sex was intended for.




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       To top it all off, Pops seems to like having sex with me 
almost as much as Dad does; even seeming to actually enjoy 
squirting thick white baby-juice all the way up in my tummy, when 
there's a chance I might get pregnant.  I guess that's about as 
much as you can expect from a man.  I like Pops.
     The fact that my grandfather likes ME enough to actually 
fuck me and cum in me when I'm fertile; squirting his thick white 
sperm in my womb where it belongs; without having all those usual 
male hangups about sex like most men (or boys) do, is always a 
thrill to me.  It's too bad that more men aren't like him.
     Thinking about this, while passing the time, didn't really 
help my present problem.  The longer I waited, the more I had to 
go.  By now, my involuntary squeezes as I tried to hold back my 
pee, were milking Pops' prick; stripping out a last few curds of 
thick white cum in my receptive vagina, where I knew it would be 
wasted when I finally got up.  Oh shit.  (Or was that, "Oh 
piss?")
     Finally, I knew I couldn't wait much more.  Regretfully I 
pulled away from Pops; easing his clasping arm from around my 
chest, where developing bumps showed that I was finally reaching 
puberty, like my parents had warned me so many years ago.  Pops 
sure seemed to like them though.  At first, I had been afraid he 
would be a little regretful once he knew I was reaching 
adolescence, as Pops was a true pedophile.  Only it seems that 
the changes taking place in my body seemed to excite rather than 
repel him, like I had expected.  I was beginning to have hopes 
that maybe Pops would still like to fuck me, even when I have 
developed full boobs and hair between my legs, and all the other 
signs that Mom says makes a woman out of a little girl.
     Who knows, maybe Pops might even be talked into doing the 
"P" word with me, though I've been careful not to mention it.  If 
I do, I'm afraid the reminder might make him stop.  That would 
probably be just TOO much of a reminder of my approaching 
"womanhood" and the whole family knows that Pops is really a 
pedophile (that's "lover of little girls" to you ignorant people 
out there).  Still, my developing bosom and the few tiny hairs 
appearing above my cunny, for some reason seemed to excite Pops 
more than turn him off, like I had expected.  Maybe one reason 
was the extreme sensitivity they had. Just feeling my 
grandfather's hands rubbing across my developing titties, while I 
struggled to get up, was enough to make me have a mini-orgasm 
right then.  OOooohh!  <Shudder.>  What a delicious sensation.
     When I pulled away, Pops almost automatically turned over in 
sympathy; pulling away from me, as I pulled away from him.  The 
sensation of his half-hard prick pulling out of my body almost 
made me come again!
     Fighting back my need to urinate, I looked at the uncovered 
body exposed by both of us pulling apart.  While Pops isn't what 
you'd call "fat", he did have a slight paunch.  Graying hair, and 
"laugh wrinkles" around his eyes were the main signs of 
approaching age.






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     Still, 53 isn't all THAT old.  If Grandma hadn't died in 
that accident 13 years earlier, there's a darned good chance I 
would have several aunts and uncles who were quite a bit younger 
than even my little sister Carrie.  Only her untimely death had 
stopped the two of them from continuing having children until 
they couldn't any more.  As you might guess from reading this, 
Pops is a horny old goat (for a man), and from what I understand 
from Dad, Grandma was just as horny as I am, or even more so.  
Just like Pops, she LIKED kids.
     By now, my reminiscing, as I examined my grandfather's long 
frame lying sprawled out on the bed, was making my bladder ache.
     People say young kids like me are supposed to be turned off 
by older folks.  Well, except for his slight gut and graying 
hair, Pops looks a lot better than most of the kids my age down 
at school.  In fact, the thought of "making love" to SOME of 
those jerks almost makes me want to vomit.  While Pops isn't the 
dream-boat Dad is, or some of the boys on the football team, 
THOSE guys are all being chased by girls who I don't stand a 
chance against.  Not that I'm ugly or anything . . . it's just 
that I know the only way I could get one of those "jocks" to go 
out with me, was if I paid for the date.  No way buddy!  While I 
like sex as much as the next girl, I'm not THAT hard up.  The 
only people I'll EVER make love to, are those I feel love me as 
much as I do them.  (No, Idiot!  They don't have to BE in love 
with me, they just have to care about me, and how I feel.  So any 
guy I make love to will have to want to make love to me, just as 
much as I want to.  As I said, I'm not THAT desperate that I'll 
pay for it.  Those jocks down at school are too spoiled by having 
women chase them all day long; they think they don't HAVE to 
care.)  Oh, not ALL the really handsome guys are jerks; but the 
ones that aren't are being chased by girls like Marcia Peters.  
"Plain Janes" like me, just don't stand a chance.  (Of course, 
Mom and Grandma were both beautiful women when they were younger, 
so maybe I will have a chance . . . in a few years.)  Still, 
don't YOU think it's a little unfair that guys can get laid 
almost any time they want to, just by asking, while girls have to 
wait until they're asked?  Of course I never did act like a 
"proper" girl.
     I was just taking one last look at Pops before making a mad 
dash to the bathroom, when I noticed his semi-soft dangle had a 
puddle of white oozing from the tip.  Pops was snoring slightly, 
so I knew if I just covered him up, there would be a "wet spot" 
on the bed, when he awoke later.
     Grinning to myself, I decided to help out.  I climbed back 
on the bed, and bent over my grandfather, before opening my mouth 
and swallowing his prick.  Being only half-hard, this was easy to 
do.  Some people think sucking on a man's penis, especially after 
it's been inside your body and has ejaculated inside you, is 
nasty and perverted.  I don't.  Pops likes to lick ME "down 
there" even after cumming inside me.  If he doesn't mind, why 
should I?






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     Oh, the first time or two I'd had to steel myself to do it, 
but now it just seemed like another pleasant thing I could do for 
someone who made ME feel good.  (Well, how many people's 
grandparents do YOU know who love their grandchildren enough to 
not only have sex, but full unprotected vaginal intercourse with 
them?  Not many, right?  Well Pops does; and I try to show my 
appreciation.)  By the time I finished lapping the last drops of 
thick white cum off Pops' slowly pulsing prick, and cleaned up 
the remains of both our spendings from around the shaft and base, 
my grandfather's prick was actually showing signs of renewed 
life; stiffening to an almost respectable hard-on.
     Only I had to pee, and I knew from past experience that Pops 
would NOT be able to "perform" adequately for at least another 
hour or two.  If we tried, it would just be frustrating to both 
of us.  Regretfully, I took one last long <slurp>, stripping the 
last tasty remnants of my grandfather's previous orgasm, before 
covering him up; leaving the old man with a slightly damp, but 
relatively clean prick.
     "Thanks, Laura," said Pops, sleepily, as I waddled out the 
door, teeth grit, trying to walk with both legs pressed together 
before I peed in the hall on the way to the bathroom.  I hadn't 
even been aware the old man was awake, while I did that; but was 
gratified that he knew after all.  I'm always amazed that my 
grandfather keeps thanking ME, when I'm the one who should be 
thanking HIM for letting me sleep with him.
     "Thanks Pops," I replied in my turn.  It must have sounded 
kind of funny to hear me talking, while keeping my teeth clamped 
tightly together like that, but I didn't think Pops heard 
anyway . . . he was probably asleep two seconds after thanking 
me.  God, I love my grandpa.  If he wasn't my own grandfather, 
I'd probably marry him, and we'd have a whole crop of babies.  
Screw the difference in our ages!  Of course, if I ever find a 
man like Dad instead, I'll marry him the day we meet, if I have 
to snatch my little sister bald-headed to do it.  I'm fairly sure 
she feels the same way.
     I daydreamed about this, while sitting on the can.  I not 
only had to pee what felt like gallons (sadly washing away almost 
every thick drop of Pops' precious seed, as it slowly dripped 
from inside my body) but had to sit there for almost 15 minutes 
taking a shit afterwards.  I fingered my sensitive little "tingle 
spot" (as I call it . . . Yes, I KNOW the proper term is 
"clitoris.") while I dreamed of being married and having two, 
three, or even four or five kids stretching my tummy, while 
constantly being loved by a man like either Dad or my 
grandfather.
     By the time I was finished, I was almost ready to climb the 
walls with frustration; needing to feel a man squirting thick 
white baby-juice in my tummy to calm me down.  Why can't men ever 
be this horny?  You never see THEM almost climbing the walls from 
sexual frustration.  I wanted . . . no, I NEEDED to feel a thick 
prick sliding up in my tummy SO bad . . . the guy didn't even 
have to cum in me, if he didn't want to.  Just feeling a real man 
inside my body for a minute or two would be enough.




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     Only Pops was snoring slightly, and would probably be out of 
it for at least another hour or two, while my brother was . . . 
shall we say . . . "otherwise occupied" right then.  So instead 
of going back to sleep with Pops (who wouldn't miss me right now) 
I padded down the hall to my parents' bedroom, and climbed into 
bed next to Dad.  Uhuh.
     Automatically, without waking up, my father moved over about 
a foot or so, and made room for me.  Dad is a sound sleeper, 
unlike Mom.
     "Again?" she sighed; as the shifting of her husband's body 
told her that I was there in bed with them.  Mom sounded slightly 
exasperated, a little tired, and yes, somewhat amused by her 
eldest daughter climbing into bed next to them at this time of 
night.
     "I'm sorry, Mom," I replied, "I can't help it . . . please?"
     "I suppose," she sighed; seeming torn between being annoyed 
and proud of her precocious daughter.  (Mom says that being 
"precocious" is learning about and doing things before other 
girls your age do . . . things like reading and cooking, and 
having sex with your own father.)  "Here, let me help," she 
volunteered.
     With this, Mom reached around Dad's body with a hand she had 
wet with saliva, and started jacking Dad off; while I shifted 
position in the bed, and lifted my leg to be ready
     Even asleep, Dad's prick responded to Mom's hand, and 
quickly reached almost full size.  Bending my butt backwards, I 
scrunched down so that Mom could fit Dad's now swollen prick into 
my hole, before I pushed back at him.  OOooooooohh, did that feel 
good; as my father's thick prick slithered up inside me, like 
some never-ending snake that circles the world.  Dad, while not 
like some of those freaks you see in porno movies (Yes, of COURSE 
I've seen some) still has a pretty big prick for a girl like me.  
I love it (and him too, if you haven't figured that out by now).
     "Thanks Mom," I said; starting to work back and forth; while 
enjoying the deliciously satisfying sensation of my own father's 
thick prick sliding in and out of my pubescent body.  (Pubescent 
means I've reached puberty or menarche, which I just barely 
have.)  God, I love the feel of my father's thick prick sliding 
in and out of my body like that.  There's something about knowing 
the man who loved your mother enough to marry her and squirt his 
seed in her body to make you, was sliding that same baby-making 
penis that ejaculated sperm in your mother's womb inside YOUR 
body, where he was eventually going to squirt some of that same 
sperm in your womb, and possibly (probably) get you pregnant with 
your own little brother or sister.
     Not that it was all that likely to happen right now.  In 
spite of my having five or six periods already, Mom says it will 
probably be two or three years before Dad (or Pops) gets me 
pregnant; as most girls just don't GET pregnant, no matter who 
they're having sex with, until they're at least 12 or 13 years 
old.  Ah well.  That doesn't mean I can't get both Pops and Dad 
to at least try.  Sometimes even girls younger than me manage to 
get pregnant, so there's always hope.




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     In any case, as long as I keep on having both Dad and Pops 
keep my womb filled with their thick white baby-juice, it's only 
a matter of when, not if I get pregnant (as Mom told me).  I only 
have to wait and keep trying.
     Back when I first started having periods, Mom wanted me to 
confine my sexual activity to just one of them; but I couldn't.  
If I stuck only with Dad (after all, it's HIS baby that I really 
want to feel stretching my tummy) then I felt like I would be 
stealing my father from my mother.  No way could I do that to 
Mom; considering that she probably likes sex almost as much as I 
do.  I mean, she's a woman too.
     Besides, I hated to make Pops just sit and watch while I 
fucked Dad; leaving him to jack-off in lonely frustration and 
wasting it.  No, I couldn't do that to Pops.  I love him, and he 
loves me too much to leave me hanging; so why should I leave him 
horny?  In any case, I didn't want to give up the chance of 
fucking ANY decent male who showed interest, let alone my own 
grandfather.  What girl would?
     On the other hand, if you think I'm going to miss ANY chance 
to feel Dad's baby growing inside me, then you don't know me very 
well.  Just the very thought that I MIGHT be getting pregnant 
with my own father's baby, is usually enough to get me off like 
Gangbusters.  Mom knows this too.  That's why she didn't insist 
on my only sleeping with Pops, once she gave me the choice.  
Knowing how I'm trying to be fair with her by not hogging Dad, 
makes Mom that much more receptive to the idea of sharing her 
husband with me.  I know that SOME women get jealous when their 
daughters grow up enough for them to feel like competition to the 
older women.  Only Mom's not like that.  She's told us kids many 
times that jealousy is the opposite of love, and kills it.  Love 
is when you need somebody else to be happy so you can be happy.  
Jealousy is the feeling you get, when somebody else "uses" 
something you figure is "yours."  If you figure some other person 
is your "property" like that, then it's hard to love something 
you own.  Care for it, yes.  We care for our pets, property, and 
possessions.  We don't love them.
     Mom loves Dad.  But more important (in this case) she loves 
me.  Knowing how I feel about Dad (after that day . . . was it 
really 4 years ago? . . . when she found me sleeping next to Dad 
with his prick in my mouth, nursing on it like a baby) Mom 
realizes I won't be happy until I've felt the same pleasures of 
feeling his daughters growing inside me that she had when she was 
carrying me.  Most girls at five would be disgusted at the very 
thought of sucking on a man's penis, while I started my sex-life 
out by sneaking into my father's bed, and giving him a blow-job 
while he slept.  Mom didn't find out until almost a year later 
that I learned how to do that by almost blackmailing Pops into 
tutoring me so I would know how to seduce Dad without getting Mom 
mad at him or me.








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     Catching her little girl snuggled up with her face in her 
father's crotch, while suckling on him like a calf on its 
mother's teat, was just the start.  Before the year was out, I 
was having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with my own 
father, while Mom just looked on and watched to make sure I 
didn't get hurt.  By the time I had my first period a few months 
ago, the whole family knew I wasn't going to stop until I had at 
least three or four kids by Dad.  So Mom hasn't even suggested 
putting me on birth-control, even though I'm fucking both my 
father and grandfather during the times I'm most likely to 
'catch.'  A few times I've actually heard Mom encouraging Dad to 
fuck me, cum in me, and even knock me up with his kid.  I guess 
She figures that if I make it through high-school without feeling 
at least one baby by each of the men kicking and squirming in my 
belly, then it at least won't be for lack of trying on my 
part . . . and she's right.
     Only Mother keeps reminding me that I shouldn't get my hopes 
up.  While some girls younger than I am, and even younger than my 
little sister Carrie, sometimes do get pregnant and have babies, 
MOST girls, even sexually active girls like me, don't get 
pregnant until they're at least two or three years older than I 
am.  So, while neither Mom, Dad, or Pops would be disappointed if 
I showed up one morning with a belly that stuck out to 'here', 
nobody really expects me to be that lucky either.  As Mom says, 
"We'll worry about that, when your pants get too tight."  <Sigh.>  
Still, as Mom points out, even just trying can be fun.
     All the time I was thinking about this, I was slowly working 
my vagina on and off my father's prick; enjoying the pleasures of 
being mated to my own father even more than I had enjoyed the 
similar pleasures of being mated to Pops earlier.  It's not just 
that Dad is bigger than Pops.  It's knowing that the man whose 
penis is about to squirt baby-making sperm all over the inside of 
my needing little tunnel is the man who fed me, raised me, loved 
me, looked after me when I was sick, took me to school in 
blizzards and picked me up in pouring rain.  The man who helped 
me with my homework, and punished me when I was naughty.  The man 
I loved almost as much as life itself, was about to squirt part 
of HIS life in my womb and create WITH ME a new life that was 
part of both of us.  Oh God.  Heaven couldn't be half as 
wonderful as this thought of having your own father create a new 
life inside your body for both of you to share.  The fact that 
the resulting child of your body would be your own little brother 
or sister, was almost too exciting to bear.  I love my brother 
and sister, but have often wished we had more brothers and 
sisters besides each other.  Knowing Mom was going to allow me to 
have my own little sister (or brother) was almost as thrilling as 
the thought that Dad was willing to do HIS part in giving it to 
me.  God, I love my parents.
     Feeling Dad's prick swelling inside me; knowing he was going 
to cum in me while I was fertile and not pull out like most boys 
would (or worse-yet wear a rubber and steal ANY chance of getting 
pregnant from me) is a thrill I understand very few girls get to 
feel.




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     God, I love my dad.  The fact that he loves ME enough to 
fuck me and not pull out when he cums, is a love that very few 
girls my age get from their fathers.  I feel sorry for those poor 
kids who don't.
     The few other girls I know who ARE lucky enough to have 
their own father (or brother) fuck them, usually miss the best 
part, as most fathers either pull out, or use rubbers to prevent 
their daughters from having their own brothers or sisters.  Thank 
Goodness all of MY relatives love me enough to do it right, and 
not only fuck me, but cum in me, even (or especially) when I'm 
fertile.
     By the third time thoughts like this had made my cunny go 
into squeezing cramps around Dad's prick, as I bit into the 
pillow to keep from screaming in ecstasy (and thus waking Dad 
up), I felt Dad's prick swell once, twice, and then three times 
inside me, while it belched what must have been millions of 
vigorous sperm at my unprotected womb.  Oh God, oh God, oh God.
     Involuntarily I jammed my body downward, until the spike of 
my father's spouting penis was almost buried in the end of my 
tunnel; pulsing spurt after potent spurt of my own father's seed 
into my needing vagina.  While I couldn't really feel it 
directly, each bulge of Dad's prick inside me let me know that my 
own father's vigorous sperm was being pumped against the knob of 
my uterus, and being almost forcibly injected into my womb.  I 
could almost imagine Dad's thick penis pushing into my cervix and 
spasming gout after thick white gout of incestuous seed directly 
into the womb he had created not quite 11 years ago in my 
mother's womb, just like this.
     Somehow I managed to hold my squirming and thrashing down to 
a minimum, while my cunny milked and squeezed each precious drop 
of family seed into my tummy where it belonged.  Only when my 
fourth (or was it fifth) orgasm finally died, and Dad's prick 
stopped belching cum in my belly like a fire-hose, did I calm 
down enough to push down hard, so the last exquisite inch of 
fatherly prick slid home in my belly, and I rested with my 
father's prick still leaking an occasional drop of thick white 
cum inside me.  God, was that nice.  It wasn't often that I 
managed to get Dad to cum inside me like that, without waking him 
up.  I never could with Pops, no matter HOW soundly he was 
sleeping.  Even Mike was sure to wake up if he felt either me or 
Carrie slide our tight little holes down his swollen little 
peter.
     (Huh?  Yes, of COURSE I fuck my brother . . . Have been 
since two years after I started fucking Dad, when I found him and 
Carrie going at it like two rabbits; with my brother burying his 
prick to the root in the little girl's belly when he came; 
grunting each time he ejaculated another thick white blob of 
sticky cum inside our little sister's body, after they both got 
excited one day from seeing me and Pops "getting it on."








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     Once I found out that my horny brother didn't have the usual 
hangups most boys do about having full unprotected vaginal sex 
with their own sisters, I snuck into his bed that very night.  
Mike not only doesn't mind fucking me or Carrie right in the 
cunny, two or three times a day and without a rubber, he seems to 
like feeling his thick white sperm squirting in my tummy almost 
as much as I do (which is pretty astonishing, for a boy).  Ever 
since then, Mike has used both me and Carrie as his sperm-
receptacles to jack-off into, whenever he feels like it.  As I 
said, for a boy it's amazing how much he likes to fuck.
     Only right now my brother is getting plenty of sex from our 
little sister; so he barely notices the few times in the middle 
of the month when I restrict my sexual activity to either Dad or 
Pops.  While I wouldn't be mad if the kid knocked me up, it's NOT 
what I really want.  Maybe someday when we're both older.  Maybe 
not too.
     Mike never believes me when I tell him this, but once again 
I was lucky, and didn't wake Dad up when he came.  Afterwards I 
pushed back as hard as I could at Dad, so his still half-hard 
prick slid all the way inside me, and the tip was still dribbling 
pre-cum and sperm into the neck of my uterus.  Then, like Dad, I 
went back to sleep.  Mom covered up her obscenely coupled husband 
and daughter; as I was too tired to even reach for the covers.  
Besides, it might have made Dad's prick pull out of me, and I 
didn't want to chance it, as it might be too wilted to get back 
inside me.  This way we could both sleep together, still mated; 
and with any luck Dad could fuck me again during the night 
without pulling out, just like Pops did earlier.
     The thought that maybe this time it would be Dad's turn to 
squirt my tummy full of thick white baby-juice while *I* slept, 
was enough to give me yet another mini-orgasm around his half-
hard prick.  At least THIS time I wouldn't have to worry about 
having to get up to take a pee, like I had with Pops.
     God . . . almost half the night mated to my own father, with 
his thick white cum slowly oozing in my tummy where it belonged.  
What more could a girl wish for?  (Well, getting pregnant by him 
of course; but that WILL eventually happen . . . if I keep this 
up, that is.)
     When I woke up the next morning, I figured Dad must have 
done just that.  Such a pleasant thought.  What's sauce for the 
gander, is sauce for the goose too, you know.  And with the 
amount of thick white sauce it felt like Dad had squirted inside 
my womb that night, this little goose just might be quite a 
stuffed little bird in a few months.  (Or at least so I hoped.)
     I must have dribbled Dad's cum for half an hour at least, 
after I got up.  Besides which, there was a truly respectable 
wet-spot where Dad and I had been sleeping.  My parents had left 
me sleeping, with Dad's cum soaking into my womb; knowing how I 
needed my sleep after a night like that.  Thinking about Dad 
pumping a baby in my womb while I slept, was almost as 
thrillingly exciting as making my father squirt his thick white 
baby-juice in my tummy while HE slept.  Kinky, you know.  As I 
said, my cunny drooled globs and blobs of Dad's cum for what felt 
like hours, but must have only been about a half-hour to an hour.  
God, was that sexy.


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     By the time I got up, cleaned up my crotch, took a shower, 
cleaned my leaking cunny, brushed my teeth, wiped up my sloppy 
hole, ate breakfast, and wiped slippery goo out of my hole, Mike 
and Carrie had already been up, had breakfast, watched TV, taken 
baths, and were already back in bed fucking.  I was just heading 
back to "our" bedroom when I heard the creaking of bedsprings.  
So, instead of throwing open the door, and grabbing clean clothes 
out of my dresser (Hey!  It's nominally SUPPOSED to be MY bedroom 
too . . . even though I rarely sleep in there with my sister and 
brother any more.) I eased open the door and peeked in.  Sure 
enough, Mike and Carrie were going at it like minks.  I was just 
in time to see my big brother's prick vanish into the first-
grader's tight little slit, while Carrie wrapped her legs around 
my big brother like I didn't know how to do until I was almost 
10.  They both gave an "Oooohhh," of satisfaction, as the 
teenager's swollen prick slowly slid into the little girl's body.
     For only being 7 years old, my little sister can fuck almost 
as good as I can.  And not having to worry about who knocks her 
up, the kid can go from Mike to Dad to Pops and back again, 
without a care in the world.  Sometimes I envy her; wishing 
puberty wasn't arriving so fast . . . sometimes, but not often.  
     Listening to the two of them fucking away like that, I found 
out that my little sister had spent most of the night in Pops' 
bed, getting screwed twice by him, when Mom came in and chased 
her out after I preempted Dad.  Only now had they been able to 
get back together, after Pops pumped two big loads of his thick 
white baby-juice in my little sister's belly, while Mike had left 
a similar amount of incestuous sperm soaking into our mother's 
womb.  Heck, I wouldn't put it past the little shit to have 
seduced Dad too; and be carrying HIS sperm in her womb as well, 
even after getting two big greasy loads of family pregnancy-juice 
squirted in her tummy from Pops.  And here I though I was the 
slut of the family.
     I watched my older brother jam his prick to the root in 
Carrie, while the 7-year-old squirmed on his prick; milking and 
squeezing each precious drop of our big brother's potent sperm up 
in her flat little tummy where it belonged.  While Carrie didn't 
get off (this time) the little girl did seem to enjoy feeling our 
big brother pumping thick white jets of incestuous baby-juice in 
her cute little tummy, almost as much as I do when he ejaculates 
his sperm in me.
     And, from the look of things, when Mike started jerking and 
shaking on top of my little sister; jamming his swollen prick so 
far up the little girl's cunny you'd swear she could taste it, 
the boy seemed to like feeling his thick white cum squirting in 
our little sister's womb, almost as much as she did.  Almost.  
After all, he's just a guy you know.  It's a shame that boys 
can't enjoy sex as much as girls do.  Only it just can't feel as 
good to a guy.  All a man gets to do is squirt his sperm in a 
girl's vagina, while a girl gets to feel a man's prick sliding in 
and out of her cunny; knowing all the while that he's pumping a 
baby in her belly.  It just isn't the same.  Still, for all of 
that, you could tell that our big brother DID like what he was 
doing . . . even if he isn't a girl.



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     Watching Mike fuck the little kid's tummy full of thick 
white cum was almost as exciting as the few times I've watched 
Dad do it to her, with his huge baby-maker pumping incestuous 
sperm in my little sister's belly until it was so swollen it 
almost looked like Dad's kid was in her tummy already.  Such a 
thought . . . a little first-grader getting knocked up by her own 
father.  God, I wish I could have gotten pregnant back then.
     I guess it's a good thing that little girls like my sister 
can't get pregnant, or the little twerp would be giving me a run 
for my money.  I almost came myself at the thought of the little 
kid barely through the first grade, with her tummy sticking out 
as Mike's (or Dad's or Pops') baby grows inside her.  Well, if 
Mom says it's still "pretty safe" for me to fuck, at least we 
don't have to worry about Carrie getting pregnant; even if the 
little squirt DOES get almost as much sperm in her tummy as I do.

     Oh yeah?
     It's now slightly over six months since I wrote that, and 
wouldn't you know?  Yeah, the little slut beat me!  A little over 
a month ago, Mom took Carrie down to the doctor, and found out 
the extra weight she was putting on was NOT fat.  The little shit 
is almost 6 months pregnant, and I haven't even caught yet!  My 
stupid period came around like clockwork about two days ago.  
Shit.  It's not FAIR.  The little twerp gets a big belly, and I 
don't!  And she's gloating about it too!  While my little sister 
hasn't SAID anything, her big cheesy grin says it all for her.
     I mean, Carrie's only seven years old, NOT trying to get 
pregnant, and not even having periods yet, and SHE gets to have a 
baby, while I, almost four years older than her and TRYING to get 
pregnant ever since I started menstruating, am still stuck with a 
flat tummy and messy Kotex pads.  Shit!
     Of course, Mom says that having sex and babies never IS 
fair . . . it's just life.  Some people just get lucky (like 
Carrie) while other try to stack the odds (like I do with Pops 
and Dad).  Only it's still basically a lottery.
     Personally, I just think Mom's so proud of Carrie for 
"catching" before most girls even know what sex is.  Sometimes 
the little shit pisses me off.  I mean, who ever heard of a girl 
getting pregnant at only 7 years old?
     What REALLY frosts my patootie, is that if I had gotten 
pregnant at that age, I could have had three or even four kids by 
now.  Now is that fair?
     I mean, I'm the one who started things by getting first Pops 
and then Dad to fuck me.  Heck, if Mike and Carrie hadn't seen me 
and Pops going at it, they would probably BOTH still be 
virgins . . . Well, maybe Carrie would . . . I would have 
probably been fucking Mike as soon as he started ejaculating and 
I found out about it.  Of course I never WAS a girl who believed 
in "a woman's place" where girls are supposed to wait around for 
the guys to ask.  Heck, if I did THAT, I probably  wouldn't get 
laid at all, since men just don't have the interest in sex that 
most girls do.  Which is kind of a shame.  I know for sure that 
Pops, Mike, and even Dad would probably never have approached me 
for sex, if I hadn't done something first . . . to heck with 
waiting for them to ask me for sex, like a girl is "supposed to."


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     I mean, can you imagine how nice the world would be, if a 
girl could just walk up to any man, even her own father or 
grandfather, and ask to have sex, and he would WANT to?  As I 
said, it's too bad men don't like sex as much as girls do, and 
are not as willing to go to great lengths to get it like me and 
my little sister are.  I mean, can you imagine a world where both 
women AND men were working to get laid, instead of just us girls?
     I told Mom about my idea; but for some reason my mother just 
giggled.
















































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