                           "Yes Papa."
                         An Erotic Story

     I listened to the shower open and close; then the water 
start running.  Darn.  Now I'd have to wait until my son got out.  
My own fault for not getting up first like I usually did.
     When the shower kept on running and running, I figured out 
what was happening  . . . the horny kid was masturbating in the 
shower!  God Damn!  And when I needed to get to work on time too.  
Still, I never had objected to the kids playing with themselves 
before, and I wasn't about to now.
     "Cindy," I said; grabbing my second oldest daughter by the 
arm.
     "Yes Papa?"
     "Go in the bathroom there, and help your brother out . . . 
we don't have all day."
     "Yes Papa."
     I watched the 12-year-old happily patter into the bathroom, 
naked as the day she was born, and wondered if I hadn't made a 
mistake; as it might take longer for the two of them to "finish 
up" together, than just taking baths separately.  Oh well.
     I heard the shower door slide open, a slight squawk of 
surprise from the teenager, then it slide shut.  Good.
     Deciding I didn't have to wait for the two kids to be 
finished with the shower before I started my toilet, I followed 
my pubescent daughter into the bathroom a minute or so later.
     While brushing my teeth, I could look in the mirror, and see 
the outline of both bodies through the wrinkled glass.  Mike had 
his little sister bent over in the shower, and I could make out a 
faint "slap, slap, slap" of wet flesh meeting wet flesh above the 
sibilance of the spray hitting the walls and two bodies inside.
     "Don't take all day, you two," I warned them.  "We have to 
be going pretty soon.
     "Huh, huh, huh," panted Mike, "Yes Papa."  Cindy didn't say 
anything; letting her big brother answer for both of them.
     Shortly the action in the shower changed; and Mike no longer 
worked madly back and forth; just holding his little sister by 
the hips, while he pushed into the little girl from behind.  I 
could tell my son was emptying his seed in the child's body; 
squirting his sperm in thick white jets at his own little 
sister's fertile young womb; but I wanted to be sure.
     "Are you cumming in your little sister?" I asked.
     A grunt, a groan, and a sigh were followed by a happy yet 
tired, "Yes Papa," from two voices inside the enclosure.
     Shortly thereafter, the shower was shut off, while Mike got 
out; leaving his little sister in the tub/shower combination.
     "You know," I said to the teenager, "if you keep on doing 
that, you're going to get your little sister pregnant."  A 
judicious observation, as Cindy had just finished her period 
about a week earlier.
     "Yes Papa."  The boy didn't seemed to be concerned about the 
matter; calmly toweling himself dry while I shaved.





                                1


     "Good," I said.  "I just wanted to be sure you knew.  And 
Mike . . . from now on I don't want to catch you wasting your 
sperm by beating off in the shower.  With three healthy sisters 
in the house to cum in, there's no excuse.  If you feel the need 
to 'do it' in the shower, then get one of your sisters to help.  
OK?"
     As you can tell, I wasn't bothered by the likelihood of my 
15-year-old son fathering a child on his own little sister; as 
the prospect of having another baby around the house was quite a 
pleasant one . . . especially if it was yet another girl.
     "Yes Papa."  The boy seemed to think a minute before opening 
his mouth to object about something, but I cut him off.
     "Yes, I mean Diane too.  She's a woman, just like her 
sisters, and it's about time she learned the duties of being one.  
So, for the next two weeks I wan you to sleep with her, until 
your little sister is as familiar with the duties of a woman as 
her sisters are."
     "Yes Papa."  The boy's eyes widened at this; but he knew 
better than to say no.
     "And I mean ALL the duties of a woman, understand?" I 
prompted.
     "Yes Papa."
     "Good.  See to it.  And Mike?"
     "Yes Papa?"
     "Just because you'll be fucking their little sister for the 
next two weeks or so, doesn't mean you can neglect your duties to 
the older girl . . . especially Cindy, now that she's fertile 
like her big sister, and needs it."
     "Yes Papa."
     "Now get on out of here.  I want to talk to Cindy for a 
minute."
     "Yes Papa."
     I waited the minute it took Cindy to finish washing, and 
opened the door.  The little girl was quite a sight for any 
normal male; standing there naked, drops of water glistening on 
parts of her skin, while others almost glistened with a sheen 
that made the little girl look oiled.  Her firm titties, and 
incredibly sexy navel in a smooth little tummy, led down to a 
pouting cunny that would have been a wet-dream for any normal 
horny old man, even without it's present reddened state, and 
slippery gray drool oozing her own brother's thick seed.  I 
smiled, and lifted my eyes from the sexy long legs to the oval 
face normally framed by a riot of fine brown hair (now in 
straggley strings down her neck).  What a sight to cause a riot 
of dirty old men . . . if they ever saw her.
     "Cindy," I said; ignoring the erection I suddenly found 
myself sporting.
     "Yes Papa?"
     "After breakfast, I want you to make sure you douche before 
you leave.  You can let your brother's sperm soak in for right 
now, if you want to; but I don't want you going to class today, 
smelling like a whore."
     "Yes Papa."




                                2


     "Remember," I said, "it's OK to look like a whore, and act 
like a whore . . . men like that.  You just shouldn't smell like 
one," I continued my education.  In our house there's none of 
this modern day nonsense of kid being some different kind of 
being than older humans.  Children are adults in training; and in 
our house that means they learn to do adult things as early as 
possible, including fucking, sucking, and yes, even brown-nosing.
     Men can usually (but not always) get along fine with just 
being smart or strong, or even lucky.  Women have to use their 
bodies to augment whatever talents they had, to be fully 
appreciated.
     "Yes Papa."
     "So I want you nice and sweet-smelling, when you suck your 
teacher off this afternoon, OK?"
     "Yes Papa."  My daughter had the attitude down pat.  God I 
love my little girl.
     "Now remember," I said, "I expect at least a "B" out of this 
from Mr. Jorgenson.  We all know you deserve at least that, 
without even the blow-job."
     "Yes Papa."
     "Good.  Remember, if he wants a fuck, or wants to use your 
ass, I'll expect at least an 'A', and preferably an 'A+'.  Your 
work deserves at least that."
     I paused a second, then added, "And don't forget . . . if he 
wants real sex besides the blow-job, he's got to use a condom, 
and HE has to supply it.  You're a Good Girl; and I don't want it 
looking like you went down there expecting to fuck your teacher 
for a higher grade.  It wouldn't be fair to the other kids in 
class.  You know, and I know, and your teacher knows that you 
deserve that 'A' anyway; but like any woman you've got to get 
used to 'putting out' to get what you would deserve anyway, if 
you were a man.  OK?"  That would keep the horny teacher from 
getting carried too away, I figured.
     "Yes Papa."
     "Good.  Make sure about that condom . . . he supplies it, or 
you don't fuck . . . period.  When you get pregnant, I don't want 
to be wondering 9 months from now who the father is . . . Now 
brush your teeth, and get out of here, OK?"
     "Yes Papa."
     I gave my daughter a kiss, that was SUPPOSED to be just a 
usual fatherly peck on the cheek; but she turned her face into 
mine, and gave me a full tongue-swapping adult kiss like the 
woman she was.  After dueling tongues for about a minute; while 
enjoying the feel of developing woman-flesh in my horny palms, I 
decided I'd better get myself, before I gave into temptation and 
took the little girl right there on the bathroom floor.
     Thinking about this, reminded me of when my parents had me 
fuck my sister for the first time when I was five; and then had 
me get her pregnant for the first time with Mike when I turned 
13.  By learning early, both of us have done quite well in the 
world; and I want to make sure our kids have the same advantages 
we did.





                                3


     Too few parents these days train their kids properly to be 
adults and to do the things they'll be expected to do in the 
adult world.  I love my kids; and would no more think of denying 
them a proper education about what men and women do (and are 
expected to do), than I would beat them if they didn't want to 
learn.  Both are barbaric.  Thankfully, all four kids have taken 
to their adult responsibilities like ducks to water.  Even Mike 
has learned to "brown nose" quite well . . . though (of course) 
not quite as good as his sisters have.
     Still, my son HAD been Mr. Denke's "play toy" all through 
the first grade, while none of his sisters had been picked like 
that until they were at least two years older . . . even though 
almost all of the male teachers at school prefer little girls to 
fuck, rather than boys.
     "You DO know I love you?" I said; half a question, as I left 
Cindy humming and toweling her hair; while her little sister 
brushed by me; slipping into the bathroom to start taking HER 
shower, now that her older siblings were out of the tub.  The 
little 6-year-old knew better than to be shy about her body and 
being naked around men . . . even big horny naked men, sporting 
erections like mine.
     The way things had gone this morning, it looks like I wasn't 
going to get MY shower; and I'd have to go to work stinky.  a 
small price to pay, I guess.
     "Yes Papa," replied both girls in a sweet chorus.
     God, I love my kids.































                                4
