              Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen
                         An Erotic Story

     The first time I saw my sister-in-law (except for the 
wedding) was when Mom and Dad Dropped me off for two weeks at my 
brother's house when they went on vacation.  I didn't want to 
spend two fucking weeks staring at scenery in the Black Hills, 
and my big brother said he'd be glad to have me; so there I was.
     I knocked on the patio door; and came in when I heard Kim 
say, "C'mon in, the door's open."
     There was Kim, wearing a lacy red bra and panties, and 
nothing else; scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush!  "Take 
off your shoes ... and preferably your socks too," she requested; 
looking pointedly at the muddy smear I had just made on the 
spotless floor.
     I felt like a farmer clumping into a full-dress get-together 
at the White House wearing muddy coveralls with manure dripping 
from his boots.  Yeah, that bad; even though the mini-skirt and 
blouse I was wearing was one I had been SO proud that Dad had let 
me wear ... over Mom's objection.  Mom seems to always think of 
"propriety" and "what's right for a girl her age" and junk like 
that.  Heck, one of the girls in my class has already been 
fucked, and two other girls have given their boyfriends blow-
jobs!  Though if Mom knew ... well I'd probably NEVER be allowed 
to see them again.  Mom is SO up tight about such things ... 
which is really strange when you consider.
     Huh?  Consider what?  Well, I'm NOT exactly dumb, you know, 
and I can both add and subtract.  My mother made a BIG thing last 
month about NOT making a "big thing" out of her birthday ... she 
just turned 30.  And my Big Brother Michael, who got kicked out 
of the house when it was found out he knocked up his 
girlfriend ... who is only three grades ahead of me ... is going 
to be 18 next month.  YOU do the addition, and see what YOU come 
up with ... Mom is SUCH a hypocrite.
     So there I was in my Big Brother's new house, staring 
fascinated at his new wife ... who didn't look that much older 
than I do ... except for the rounded tummy and swollen breasts 
that gave all too much evidence of her doing something with my 
big brother that so far I had only dreamed about.
     "Sit down, Honey ... make yourself look homely," said Kim, 
with a big grin.  "I'm almost finished here."  With that, she 
polished the spots off the floor where my clumsy feet had left 
almost obscene smudges on the immaculate floor, and dumped the 
drying-towel into a bag on the back of the door to be washed.
     "Here, let me get you a cup of coffee," she said; pouring me 
a cup without spilling a drop on the saucer that almost 
miraculously appeared underneath it before setting it on the 
table in front of me.  At my nod, she supplied cream and 
sugar ... wiping up the stray grains before they even had a 
chance to be brushed on the floor that looked clean enough to eat 
from ... without even a plate.






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     This set the tone for the entire two weeks there.  I learned 
more about how to KEEP a place clean from her, than all the years 
with Mom and Dad had taught me about cleaning up your messes 
AFTER you made them,  Surprisingly, it turns out that with the 
right technique (which she obviously learned from a master) it's 
almost as easy to KEEP things sparkling clean, as it is to clean 
up your messes after making them.
     Looking at my grinning sister-in-law, as she settled down 
next to me, it was easy to see why Mike had been attracted to 
her.  While she wasn't the image of beauty like Kathy (my big 
sister who won the Miss Jordan contest last year) she had a 
radiance, and yes a sexuality, that made beautiful somehow look 
almost drab in comparison.
     Yes, I SAID, she was sexy, and I meant it.  Kim practically 
GLOWED with life (and considering her swollen tummy, I guess that 
term is appropriate ... listen to me use all these big words).
     I guess my staring was a little too obvious.  Kim followed 
my looks to her rounded tummy, and swollen bosom (barely held in 
check by the lacy red bra) and giggled.  "Your big brother," she 
said, "likes his women 'B.P. & I.K.'."
     "Huh?"
     "Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen," she giggled.  "I 
think it's kinky but cute ... so why the heck not?"
     "Oh."  There wasn't much else I COULD say.  Kim, while only 
14, seemed to be decades older than me in experience.  If only I 
could ... I cut off the thought with a snap.  Mom would KILL me, 
if she even knew I was thinking such thoughts.
     "C'mon," she said, interrupting my musing.  "Let's get you 
settled into the guest room ... it's right across the hall from 
ours ... I hope you don't mind?"
     Kim seemed to sense my nod, as she picked up the extra 
baggage, and led me down the hall to the room across from the 
master bedroom.  "This is going to be the nursery ... we 
think ... or maybe the one down the hall will be ... Your brother 
Michael and I plan on having a BIG family."  Kim seemed to ignore 
my blushing confusion at such frank discussions.  "Perhaps you 
will too," she said, "you've sure got the body for it."
     I could only blush even deeper in confusion at the comment I 
think she meant as a compliment.  My God, I hadn't even had SEX 
yet (Well, not as the President counts sex anyway) and my sister-
in-law is talking about me having lots of babies?  "Uh, I guess," 
I said, noncommittally.  I followed the swaying body of my 
hostess down the hall; envying her the luxuriant brown hair that 
reached almost to the top of the sexy red panties she was 
wearing.  Kim had almost the same type of hair as I do, and I 
found myself vowing to let it grow just as long, if it looked 
that good (Something my mother had been trying to persuade me to 
do for years, surprisingly enough).









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     "Oh, I'm sure you will," she replied happily, seeming sure 
that ALL women would be as happily pregnant as she so obviously 
was.  "Once you've felt your own kids beating their way to life 
inside you, there's no way you'll want to stop at just one or 
two."  For some reason, Kim seemed to be as certain about this as 
though she already HAD two or three kids already ... and I know 
for certain she was never married, divorced, or even had a real 
boyfriend before my brother won her over ... or was it SHE won 
HIM over?
     I was so embarrassed and confused I could only blush and 
nod.
     Kim, while not as spectacular a cook as she was a 
housekeeper, did a very credible job with meat and potatoes ... 
and thankfully wore clothing more decent to the dinner table than 
just Bra and Panties.  Still, the sexy mini-dress she wore made 
the outfit I had been wearing look almost drab in comparison.  Or 
maybe it was just HER in that outfit.  Kim moved and looked SO 
sexy, even with her four-month-along tummy sticking out ... and 
Mike openly appreciated it in front of me ... his supposedly 
innocent little sister.
     "Do you have any boyfriends yet, Marcie?" he asked 
teasingly.  "I'll bet the boys are just beating down the door to 
get in your cute little panties."
     "Mike!"  I ALMOST tossed a wad of mashed-potato at my big 
brother ... 'til I remembered the care Kim had spent.  "Mom would 
have FIT at even the thought," I said.
     "Fit?"  My big brother giggled.  "Mom would have a whole 
litter of kittens, if she thought you were fooling around ... but 
I'll bet you do anyway ... I did."
     "Michael!"
     "Don't tease your little sister, Honey."  Kim sent me a 
smile that eased my embarrassment ... but only for a second as 
she continued, "but you're right ... Marcie IS a sexy little 
bundle, isn't she?  I'll bet you'd like to be the one to stick 
that big 'thing' of yours right up inside your sexy little 
sister's tight little baby-hole, and pump that cute little tummy 
of hers full of your kids, now wouldn't you?"
     My brother just grinned, and didn't deny it; while I retired 
from the conversation in blushing confusion.  The closest thing I 
had ever had to real sex, was when I rubbed Tommy Jeeters' 
'thing' through his pants one night, until he left a big wet-spot 
in them, while he got one hand up under my blouse ... almost to 
my tits ... before we heard Mom coming, and she chased the poor 
kid away and then sent ME in shame to my room for getting caught 
kissing him ... I still shudder to think of what Mom might have 
done if she had known what we were REALLY up to.  If not for her, 
I think I might actually have gotten my first taste of cum that 
night ... as it was, it took ... but I'm getting ahead of my 
story.
     After that, the two of them stopped kidding me ... I guess 
they figured they had pulled my leg enough.  So, for the rest of 
the evening we sat around somewhat watching TV, but mostly with 
me bringing up Mike on the Family Doings, while Kim filled me in 
a little on HER background.



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     I already knew SOME of it.  That she was raised mostly on 
the farm, until her parents got killed in an auto accident about 
two years earlier, and her big brother split up the remaining 
family, with each of the boys taking two or three of the little 
kids in, and her grandfather taking her big sister.  Then she met 
Mike, and the rest is history.  It seems (if I believe them, 
which I do) that Michael was in her cute little panties within 
two hours of when they first met; and my brother's potent seed 
was making Kim pregnant with his baby, not three days after that.
     Kim is a VERY fast worker at getting the guy she wants, and 
once she decided on Mike, his fate was sealed.  Though my sister-
in-law caters to my big brother's fantasy of a wife, "Barefoot, 
Pregnant & In the Kitchen," there's little doubt about who really 
runs the family ... as I was to learn even more emphatically 
later.

     That night, I was just settling down to sleep, when I heard 
squeals and giggles coming from the room across the hall.  It 
wasn't until then I noticed that not one of the interior rooms 
had a door on it ... later I noticed that even the bathroom 
lacked one.
     Curious ... they COULDN'T be doing what I THOUGHT they were 
doing ... not with me right in the next room ... could they?  Of 
course, they were, as I found out when I sneaked up to peek on 
them through that open door to their bedroom.
     My eyes widened as I saw my sister-in-law slide her sexy 
lips up and down the swollen member of my brother's thick prick, 
before slithering her way up his body and kissing him; keeping 
the engorged appendage happy by stroking and tickling it, while 
she whispered obscene things in his ear.  I was actually more 
shocked to see both of them unashamedly NAKED on the bed, than I 
was to see Kim sucking on my brother's penis ... the part of his 
body he peed out of.  I guess that gives you SOME idea of the 
household that my mother ran.
     "... see her?" I obviously came in just in time to hear the 
middle of an ongoing conversation.  Though she was being quiet 
enough, the house was even quieter (except for a rhythmic "tic-
toc" of the hall clock through everything), so I could hear 
plainly each whispered word, almost as though I was standing next 
to them.  "I'll bet you'd like to stick this big old nasty thing 
right up inside Marcie's tight little slit, and pump your sexy 
little sister's cute little tummy full of your babies, wouldn't 
you?" she said; repeating the obscene fantasy she had mentioned 
earlier.
     "Oh God, don't SAY that ... she's my SISTER."
     I almost fell down in shock and surprise.  Kim was talking 
about my brother ... my brother ... my brother ... fucking ME? 
and getting me ... No, my mind wouldn't let itself go that far.
     "Why not?  She's a girl, you're a guy ... what else do you 
need?  See, your PRICK doesn't mind the idea ... here ... let me 
sit on it, and you pretend it's your little sister there, OK?"
     "Oh God.  Marcie.  I just can't do that."
     "Why not?  As long as you didn't get her pregnant, she'd 
probably thank you for the opportunity to learn about sex."



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     Listening in, I hated to admit it, but my sister-in-law was 
right.  If I wasn't worried about Mom and what she'd say when her 
daughter showed up with a big tummy, I'd probably have been the 
class slut before now ... even if I WAS only 10 years old.  I 
seemed to have inherited the sex-drive that Mom so wanted to 
suppress in me and my sisters, but obviously hadn't managed to in 
my big brother.
     "But she's my SISTER," Mike objected again.
     "So?  What's that got to do with things?"  By now, Kim was 
sliding up and down my brother's staff ... the thick rod 
appearing and disappearing inside her fur-rimmed slit, while she 
faced away from him and displayed every inch of her charms and 
the fact they were fucking towards the door I had unconsciously 
moved closer to ... as if she KNEW I was there, and WANTED me to 
see every move she made fucking my big brother.  "I started 
fucking MY brothers, when I was four or five years younger than 
Marcie ... so what's the big deal?  Don't you WANT to feel your 
own sexy little sister's tight little slit sucking gob after 
sticky gob of your thick white baby-juice right up inside her 
cute little tummy where it belongs?"
     "But ... but ... She's too young ... I mean, what if she 
gets pregnant?  I can't do that to my own sister!"  I almost 
collapsed in shock of learning that Kim, my sexy sister-in-law, 
had been fucking here own brothers since she was six years 
old ... or possibly even younger ... if Kim was to be believed; 
and I saw no reason to doubt her.  I could tell my big brother 
was just as surprised as I was, from his stuttering response to 
the way his sexy wife was slaving away on his prick.
     "Why not?  Mom had the boys get me pregnant for the first 
time, when I was six months younger than Marcie; and I certainly 
enjoyed it enough."
     "Ooohhhhggghh!"  I could tell my big brother had just lost 
it at this; jamming himself wildly into his wife's sexy body, and 
(from what I knew from sex-education) spurting thick white gobs 
of baby-making seed in her 14-year-old vagina.  Only the fact 
that she already WAS pregnant kept Mike from repeating the 
process right there.  Only when he calmed down, did Mike finally 
manage to groan, "Mom would KILL me, if I knocked my little 
sister up."
     "Hmmmm ... you're probably right ... or more likely her.  
Not many mothers are like mine was, breeding me to my own 
brothers and father until I was old enough to find a man of my 
own like you.  Still, you don't HAVE to get her pregnant.  You 
don't even have to cum in her, you know.  Marcie would probably 
just be grateful to learn what sex is really like, without having 
to worry about somebody catching her making out.  Wouldn't you, 
Honey?"  Here Kim looked me straight in the eyes as she said 
this.
     Caught!  Not only that, but caught spying on my own brother 
having sex with his jailbait wife (That's what Mom and Dad called 
her).  "Mom would KILL me, if I got pregnant," I agreed, weakly.
     "See, I TOLD you she wouldn't mind," crowed Kim.  "C'mere, 
Honey ... You DO want to learn about sex, don't you?"
     "Uh ..." I wasn't really sure, and I said so.



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     "You don't have to worry ... nobody HERE is going to tell 
that dragon of a mother of yours what happens while you're here.  
You can experiment all you want, and nobody will ever find out."
     "They will if I come home, and my pants are too tight," I 
pointed out.  I may be only 10 years old, but I know as well as 
Kim does how babies are made.  Well ... maybe not QUITE as well, 
considering what she had implied about her two brothers and ... 
and ... and her own father?  My mind boggled at the attempt to 
surround the idea of having Dad's baby ... No, impossible.  Dad 
was almost as uptight about sex as Mom was ... again strange 
considering how he must have knocked up his own cousin at the 
tender age of 12 ... or 13 at the oldest.  Yes, I'm fairly sure 
(though my parents never discuss it) that they're at least 
second, and possibly even first-cousins, with my grandfathers 
probably being brothers together about 60 years ago or so.  Who 
can tell, with the poor records they kept in those days?
     "Don't worry ... Mike will be careful ... WON'T you?" said 
Kim, looking pointedly at her husband and my brother.  Michael 
carefully nodded; keeping his face as blank as I've ever seen it.
     "Come here ... you might as well get your first good look at 
the thing that makes babies in a girl's tummy," said Kim, sliding 
herself up and off the slowly wilting prick inside her.  My horny 
sister-in-law DID seem to have a thing about babies and pricks 
making them in girls.
     Still, with an invitation like that, it was hard for me to 
resist taking a closer look at the thing I had only felt through 
a boy's pants before ... and I'll have to admit my first 
impression wasn't all that exciting or sexy.  In fact ...
     "Yuck!" was the first thing I said, looking at the obscene 
thing all gooey and slimy-white, looking more like some nasty 
worm crawling out of Kim's body than anything else.
     "You don't REALLY mean that, do you Honey?" encouraged Kim; 
taking her husband's prick and slowly stroking it.  "Look ... see 
how it throbs with excitement?"
     It WAS kind of exciting but ... "It's got that gooey stuff 
all over it," I objected.
     Kim smiled at my naivete (big words again) and then did 
something that almost blew my mind away.  The sexy teenager bent 
over closer to my brother's penis, and PUT THE HEAD IN HER MOUTH!
     I almost fainted at the sight.  Only instead of being 
grossed out like you might expect, Kim seemed to LIKE the taste 
of the white stuff dribbling down my brother's prick!  I knew 
that sperm (well, OK, cum with sperm inside it) came squirting 
out of a man's penis, and up inside a woman to make a baby.  I 
EVEN knew that some women sometimes let a man ejaculate his sperm 
in their mouths ... as a way to make the man feel good, without 
risking a baby in the belly.  I also know that SOME women even 
liked to swallow it ... and I had even had masturbatory fantasies 
of letting Tommy "cum" in my mouth and swallowing it ... but that 
was different.  Letting a man cum down your throat (as it were) 
was somehow less ... less obscene than licking it off of his 
prick after ... after squirting it inside you?  Gaahhh!  I 
shivered at the very thought.




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     "Tasty," said Kim, pulling her head off my brother, and 
licking up a stray drop threatening to run down the side of the 
penis pulsing in her hand.  "Mmmmm. you should try it."
     I couldn't help myself.  All the time I was shaking my head 
in denial, my body was taking me closer to the obscene member in 
my sister-in-law's hand.  I couldn't help taking a sniff, as I 
almost had my nose next to Kim's.  A starchy, almost yeasty 
smell ... kind of like the fresh-baked bread Mom sometimes made 
on weekends, when she had lots of time.  Kind of sour too; but 
not really nasty smelling.
     "Lick it," prompted Kim; holding my brother's prick out to 
me, where another bubble of white was starting to form at the 
tip, matching the white streaks down the side.
     Again, I couldn't help myself.  Some lewd fascination just 
drove me to lap at the white bubble oozing from the tip of my own 
brother's penis ... nothing.  No taste at all, though the yeasty 
smell was even stronger.  Just a slight cloying sensation of 
stickiness on the tongue.
     "Take a bigger lick ... it's GOOD," prompted Kim, again.
     I did.  This time, my tongue almost involuntarily licked up 
the entire bubble forming at the tip.  Slightly sweet, and with a 
little tang ... but not really good like Kim suggested ... on the 
other hand, not really nasty like I had feared either.
     "Lick it ALL up, like a good girl," crooned Kim, like a 
mother cat teaching it's kittens to drink milk.  "Make your big 
brother feel good!"
     "This feels good to you?" I asked in surprise.
     Mike nodded silently, then added, "Oooohh, does it ever!"
     "Mmmm," I said.  Then, I suddenly opened my mouth and 
swallowed over half my brother's prick, surprising both me and 
him in the process.  If I had given myself a chance to think, I 
never would have drummed up the nerve; but with Kim there 
silently goading me on, it seemed the thing to do.  I couldn't 
get the whole thing in my mouth (thinking about it, neither had 
Kim) but I did manage to swallow almost half.  The cloying taste 
was much stronger, and the smell seemed to incite feelings in me 
I didn't know I had.
     I ran my tongue around the suddenly stiffening member, and 
swallowed.  Not bad ... not really good, but not bad either.  I 
could see some girls actually getting to like the taste; though I 
was sure I wouldn't ... maybe it was an acquired taste (as they 
say).  I slipped my mouth up and down on Mike's prick ... not 
really believing the obscene thing I was doing ... sucking my own 
brother's cock?!  If Mom could see me now!
     "How was THAT?" I asked proudly; looking to both my big 
brother and Kim for reassurance.
     "Oooohhhhh," Groaned Mike, "Don't stop now!"
     "I'd say you were doing pretty good, for a beginner," 
commented Kim with a grin.  The brunette had one finger twiddling 
the hole between her legs, and the other hand running in circles 
around her breasts.  I noticed they seemed even BIGGER now, if 
possible; and the nipples stuck out like pencils ... which made 
me notice that MY nipples were also swollen like they never had 
been before ... stiff and erect.



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     My cunny let loose a gush of wetness; and I knew that if 
Tommy Jeeters had been there right then, I would have LET him 
stick his "thing" right up inside me, and yes even squirt in me 
too.  I was that hot.
     "Don't stop," said Kim, repeating her husband.  "He needs 
you to finish, OK?"
     MY eyes got wide at the very thought of what this implied.
     "I'll do it, if you can't."  Kim seemed to take pity on me.
     "No ... no, I'll do it," I said; not really believing I was 
saying that.  "Just give me a chance, OK?"
     Kim didn't say another word; just looking at me expectantly.
     It took me a second to steel myself; but it wasn't really 
that bad.  Once I wrapped my mouth around my brother's prick, the 
rest came easily.  I even found myself licking up stray drops 
around the edges each time I came up for air.  Yes, I sucked my 
own brother off.
     Once I got started, and with a reminder not to use my teeth 
from Kim (which I didn't really need) I started sucking and using 
my mouth on my own big brother's prick; trying to make it feel 
like a vagina sucking out his sperm into a woman's uterus.  (Yes, 
I figured that was what a man needed to feel, from what I knew 
from sex-education.)  Mike DID seem to like it too.
     "Oooh, Marcie, I'm going to cum ... you'd better stop."
     I heard my big brother's warning, but also looked over at 
his wife, who gave me a shake of the head.  Kim did NOT want me 
to quit, now that I had gotten started.
     "Mmmmmpph, MMmmmdd," I mumbled; trying to say, "Go ahead," 
with my mouth full of prick.
     It took longer than I thought ... or than Mike obviously 
thought too.  In fact, almost five minutes passed, and my jaw was 
starting to get tired, when I heard Mike groan again, as he 
involuntarily grabbed me by the hair; almost YANKING my face down 
on his prick, while it seemed to swell in my mouth.  Then 
suddenly I was almost choking, as thick white goo spurted into 
the back of my throat while Mike forced even more of his 
squirting member into my mouth as far as it would go.  In fact, I 
DID gag a little; and some of his cum got up in my sinuses and 
ran out my nose before he slowed down.  I had just given my first 
blow-job ... and to my own big brother!
     "Oh God, Thanks, Marcie."
     By that time, Mike's prick had been shrinking, until 
suddenly I was able to get ALL of it in my mouth and strip the 
last sticky drops of cum from inside it.  I felt like I would be 
tasting cum for the next three days ... but Kim was right ... it 
wasn't all that bad ... in fact, it tasted pretty good.  I 
decided I'd give my big brother a blow-job any time he wanted 
one ... as long as Kim didn't object, or Mom find out about it, 
that is.
     Talking about Kim ....
     "NICE job," she commented.  "I know I didn't do HALF that 
good on my first time ... that WAS your first time, wasn't it?"
     I nodded mutely; wiping a sticky drop of cum out of my eye, 
that had mysteriously gotten there somehow ... and then 
swallowing the cum off my finger, somewhat to my own surprise.  I 
guess cum IS an acquired taste like I thought it was.


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     "YOUR turn now," said Kim enigmatically (big words I know, 
for a 10-year-old ... but all of our family reads voraciously).  
"Mike ... MICHAEL!  Your little sister need help now ... Don't 
you DARE go to sleep on her!"
     "Huh?" I said.  I was so wound up I wasn't sure WHAT was 
happening, after giving that blow-job to my own brother.  I felt 
nervous, shaky, jittery, and WANTING something; but I didn't know 
what it was, except it was NOT sleep.  Kim obviously knew exactly 
what I needed, while in my inexperience I didn't.
     "Lay back on the bed," she prompted me.
     "But I ... but I don't have anything ON under this ..." I 
started, embarrassedly; forgetting for a moment just what I had 
been doing to Mike.  A snicker from both parties made me blush 
even more at the reminder.  Obediently, I leaned back, and didn't 
object when Kim pulled my nightshirt up almost to my neck.
     "Get busy, Big Brother," she commanded.  "Your little sister 
needs you."
     For a moment, I was afraid Mike was going to fuck me right 
then; but instead he moved DOWN the bed instead of up, as I 
relaxed.  The next thing I knew, the most wonderful feeling I had 
ever felt started between my legs.  I couldn't believe how much 
better Mike's finger felt inside me than my own did.  I looked 
down, and couldn't believe what I saw ... My big brother was 
LICKING me between the legs, where I peed out of!  Oh my God!
     "Oh Mike ... Oh Mike ... You don't have to ... Oh God, that 
feels good ... Mike! ... that's where I PEE out of ... MICHAEL!"
     "You licked HIM.  It's HIS turn to make YOU feel good," 
explained Kim with a grin.  Suddenly it made sense.  God ... no 
WONDER Mike liked it so much when I sucked on him, if it felt 
half this good.  I stopped objecting; and just lay back and let 
the feelings rush over me.
     For minutes that seemed like hours, my body wound up tighter 
and tighter, but never seemed to reach what it was trying for.
     "My turn," said Kim, when her husband seemed to be tiring.
     For a second I caught my breath; then the sensations seemed 
to get even greater.  Kim was even better at this than my big 
brother was!  Oh God ... I felt like a clock wound up ready to 
strike; but the time never reached midnight.
     "Marcie?"
     "Huh?"  I could barely think.
     "Marcie ... how'd you like to feel Mike's 'thing' in you?"
     "Won't it hurt?"  I asked.  I remembered tales about what 
happened when you lost your virginity.  For some reason, I 
couldn't even think of the other dangers involved.
     "No ... he won't put it that far in ... I think you need to 
feel the real thing to get off, OK?"
     "OK."  If Kim had asked if she could cut off my head, I 
would have agreed ... as long as it gave me the relief I needed.
     "It's all right ... he won't cum in you."  Kim soothed THAT 
worry away before it even started.  At that moment though, I 
wouldn't have cared if my brother PLANNED on cumming in me and 
even knocking me up with his baby ... I NEEDED relief, and I was 
GOING to get it!
     "Do it," said Kim.  Mike, "Did it."



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     The next thing I knew, there was the strangest STRETCHING 
sensation between my legs; and then a wonderful FULL sensation as 
my brother settled himself on top of me, while Kim helped him 
insert his penis inside the part of my body that wanted ... no, 
NEEDED something big and hard inside it.  God, that felt good.  I 
guess first licking me, then watching a lezzie-show with his wife 
and little sister (Yes, I know what a lesbian is ... Geez, I'm 10 
years old, you know!) had gotten Mike hard again ... just in 
time.
     As I said, God did that feel good.  Then, suddenly I felt 
empty again as Mike pulled it out ... then wonderfully full 
again.  This time I didn't LET my big brother pull out.  Suddenly 
cramps ran through my body, and I felt my pussy clamp down on my 
brother's penis, HARD.  Once, twice, then three times the cramps 
ran through my body in glorious release!
     "Oh Marcie I .... I'm gonna ... MARCIE ... I've got to ... 
Oh shit."
     I was feeling too good to pay attention, as I felt my big 
brother's prick swell once, twice, and then three times itself, 
in response to the squeezing hugs my vagina couldn't help but 
give in return; each of us feeding off the other's surges of 
sensation.  As I said several times before, God, did that feel 
good.
     It was only AFTER the rutting between my legs had subsided, 
and Kim spoke up sharply, that I realized what had happened.  
"Mike ... MICHAEL!  You weren't supposed to cum in her!"  Like 
Mike said ... oh shit.
     "Well, I SUPPOSE that you got a pretty good lesson in sex," 
commented Kim dryly.  "Only it wasn't supposed to be THAT good a 
lesson."  Yeah, right.  "I'd better get you cleaned out, before 
any of those nasty little wrigglers of your brother get up inside 
you, and your mother wonders why your panties are getting tight," 
she completed.
     I was too weak from cumming for the first time with a prick 
spurting thick white cum inside me to say anything in response.  
In fact, it took BOTH of them handling me to practically CARRY me 
into the bathroom, where Kim got out her douche-bag, 
(immaculately clean ... like the rest of the bathroom) me in the 
tub; and supervised my washing the thick white goo her husband 
had left inside me out of my vagina.
     "Some people say it just washes it up inside you like 
this ... but most think it reduces your chance of catching.  What 
the heck were you thinking about anyway.  Didn't you KNOW he 
would cum in you, if you didn't let him go like that?"
     Of course, I didn't ... and I hadn't been in any condition 
to care if he did when he did.  Kim seemed to realize that.
     "This isn't doing any good," she finally decided, as yet 
another thick white drop oozed out of me, even AFTER washing 
twice.  "I guess you'll just have to take your chances.  When was 
your last period, anyway?"
     It took me about two minutes to collect my thoughts enough 
to answer.  "I dunno ... about a week ago ... I think ... Yes ... 
it was last Saturday and Dad was watching TV, when the Lakers 
were on."



                                10


     "Well ... not your best time to catch ... but not your worst 
either.  Like I said, you'll just have to take your chances, OK?"
     "OK ... I guess.  Mom will still kill me, if she finds out."
     Kim didn't answer.  However, when I started back to my bed, 
she said, "Oh heck ... why don't you sleep in here with us?  
You've already GOT my husband's sperm in your tummy ... I guess 
you're now about as close to family as you can get ... The only 
way you could get any closer is if you really DID get pregnant by 
your brother."
     Like I said, I was too far gone to even think of objecting.  
Five minutes later we were all snuggled up in Kim and Mike's 
kingsize bed, in a girl-boy-girl sandwich.  Five minutes after 
that, I was asleep; no longer even caring if my brother's potent 
sperm found an egg to fertilize inside me that night or not.

     It was early morning, when I woke up to some kind of 
argument.  "Why don't you ask HER?" Kim was saying.  "There's 
probably no better time than now, after what happened last night; 
so why not see what she says.  I don't think she'd want to miss 
the opportunity ... I sure wouldn't."
     "UhuH?" I semi-groaned.
     "Uh ... Marcie?"
     "Yeah," I acknowledged that I was awake.
     "You remember last night ... what happened?"
     Oh shit!  Suddenly I was wide awake.  "Yeah," I said.  "Mom 
is going to KILL me, when I start to get fat."
     "Uh ... I wouldn't worry TOO much ... most girls don't get 
pregnant on their first try; and it isn't really the best time of 
month for you to catch anyway.  OK?"
     "Oh ... then what were you and Mike arguing about?"
     "Well ... I was thinking about you and how most girls your 
age think about sex and wonder what it's like, but don't dare 
find out ... unlike me ... and so I was thinking ..."
     "Yeah?" I asked suspiciously.  My listening to my sister-in-
law's suggestions was what landed me in this pickle of wondering 
if my pants were going to get tight in the first place.  And 
getting pregnant was bad enough ... but by my own big brother?  
Mom would have a whole litter of kittens if she ever found out 
we'd even had sex together, let alone the two of us having full 
unprotected vaginal intercourse with my own brother putting his 
engorged penis inside my vagina and his thick white sperm pumping 
a baby into my womb.  I shuddered at the prospect.
     "Uh ..."  Kim was almost apologetic (as well she should be).  
"I was thinking," she said.  "You already HAVE your brother's 
sperm inside you ... so if you're going to catch today, you 
probably already have ..."
     "So?" I asked.
     "So ... well, what we ... I mean what I was thinking was ... 
if you had REAL sex with him right now, it probably wouldn't 
increase your chances all that much ... so why not do it while 
you can.  I mean, you can't go on the pill or anything, so why 
not TRY real sex the one chance you've got ... if you see what I 
mean," she ended weakly.




                                11


     I did ... see what she meant.  "You mean you WANT your 
husband to ... to ..."  I couldn't say it.
     "To fuck you, so you can feel what it's like ... just once, 
while it's safe to do so.  You don't have to, if you don't want 
to.  Only I was just remembering how I felt when I was your age.  
I sure wouldn't have missed a chance to get laid ... and come to 
think of it, I never did," Kim ended, with kind of a giggle.  
"Just ONCE, you'll get to feel the real thing ... with a real MAN 
putting his prick inside you, and filling your tummy with sperm, 
while your big brother actually TRIES to get you pregnant with 
his baby.  Like I say, there's probably no safer time than right 
now.  By tomorrow, the risk will probably be too great ... in 
about three or four days, you'd almost certainly get knocked-up 
if he came in you while you're ovulating.  At least this once 
you'd get to feel what the real thing is like ... whaddya say?"
     "You really don't mind?"  I couldn't believe my sister-in-
law wasn't jealous about me fucking her husband ... my own 
brother ... and taking my hated virginity.  (Yes, hated.  I 
wanted SO badly to not-be a virgin any more ... only the chances 
of getting VD or knocked-up by some jerk of a boy had kept me 
from doing anything ... up to now.)  Now my oversexed sister-in-
law didn't mind if her husband, my brother, fucked me?  Minded?  
Heck, it seemed that the horny slut had set the whole thing up to 
GET me to spend the morning with my big brother pumping thick 
white gobs of baby-juice into my womb ... but I was too excited 
at the prospect to be even annoyed with her.  "Let's DO it," I 
said, before she had a chance to change her mind.
     So we did it ... yes, I had my own big brother get between 
my legs, fuck me, take my virginity, and cum in thick white 
gushes of baby-making seed squirting wildly into my sucking womb, 
while I did everything a 10-year-old girl can do to get pregnant 
by her own brother.
     Only it wasn't just that simple a "slam, bam, thank you mam" 
deal.  My brother did it up right, while his wife looked on and 
made sure I got the full treatment she figured all little girls 
deserve from their big brothers.
     I was already pretty hot from just thinking about what Kim 
had suggested.  I mean, except for fingers in the middle of the 
night, I'd never had any real sex before yesterday.  I don't 
count rubbing Tommy Jeeters off through his pants.  I mean, I 
never even got to see his 'thing,' let along hold it and (yuck) 
suck on it, or (shudder) let him put it inside me.  Thinking of 
actually having real vaginal intercourse (big words again) with 
my sexy big brother, while his wife actually encouraged him to 
take my virginity and ... and try to get me pregnant?  Gawd!
     I shuddered at the prospect.  Somehow, while the very idea 
of having my brother take the chance and squirt incestuous sperm 
right inside me was so scary I almost fainted, it was also quite 
a turn-on too!  There's something extremely exciting about doing 
something really dumb and dangerous like that ... and I think Kim 
was doing it intentionally to increase the thrill for me.  I 
don't think she REALLY intended Mike to get me pregnant; though 
I'm sure the thought did turn her on.  Only things just got out 
of hand.



                                12


     Kim didn't give me a chance to think about worries like 
pregnancy or Mom finding out what I was doing when I went to 
visit my brother and his young wife.  She made sure my mind was 
occupied with other things ... like her mouth on my titties and 
Mike's fingers between my legs.
     I  wasn't nearly as big in the tit department as Kim was ... 
and she's no Dolly Parton.  It would be several years probably 
before I got even as big as her, as our whole family never did 
get very big on top.  Thankfully, the men around here seemed to 
like nice small tits as well as other men seem to like topheavy 
blondes.  (Yes, I'm a brunette, just like Kim.)
     But not being big in the bosom doesn't mean my tits don't 
feel just as much as some older woman who's got bazongas hanging 
down to her knees!  I had long since learned that rubbing and 
stroking my boobs was almost as satisfactory as rubbing myself 
between my legs ... and sometimes even better as the top of my 
hole occasionally got too sensitive to touch when I got really 
excited.
     Kim and Mike didn't let me get too involved with what was 
between my legs at first.  Before I fully realized what was going 
on, I had my brother suckling like a baby on my left tit, while 
his wife nursed on the other.  I couldn't even lift my head far 
enough to see which of them was doing things between my legs; 
though I assume it was Mike.
     I almost doubled up in a giggling ball, when Mike paused in 
his ministrations to my tits; and dragged his slickery tongue 
down my chest where he licked me in the bellybutton.  God, that 
felt so ... so erotic, so funny, and so ... so intimate all at 
the same time.  In a way, it was more intimate than kissing or 
even what we had done the night before.
     Just as I started to get used to Mike's tongue tickling my 
navel, Kim released her hold on my right tit, and moved HER mouth 
up to meet mine.
     "Oh!  Kim, this isn't right ... I mean I ... I ... 
MMmpphth!"  Kim's mouth covered mine before I managed to finish 
blurting out that it just wasn't right for two girls to kiss each 
other!  I mean, it was bad enough for her to let her own husband, 
(MY BROTHER) do nasty things to his little sister (ME).  It was 
even nastier, and somewhat obscene for her to join him in sucking 
my boobs.  But this was ... oh God, this was NASTY.  I mean, 
girls just DON'T make love to girls, do they?!?!
     With Kim, it seems they do.  After a minute or so with her 
stroking me on one side and Mike tickling my navel with his 
tongue and stroking my legs, it somehow felt RIGHT to have his 
wife's mouth covering mine.  I was starting to really get into 
it, when things got REALLY nasty ... I mean so nasty you wouldn't 
believe it!  Kim stuck her tongue in my mouth!
     The shock of feeling my sister-in-law's tongue slide between 
my lips and yes, even her tongue touching mine made me sit up and 
almost throw both of them off me.  "What the fuck do you think 
you are DOING?" I almost exploded.
     "Kissing you," chuckled Mike, "what else?"
     "KISSING!" I exclaimed.  "But you ... she I mean ... I mean 
she stuck her tongue in my mouth, and she's a GIRL!"
     "Uhuh," agreed Mike.  "Pretty good, isn't she?"


                                13


     I was so shocked at my brother's calm acceptance of his wife 
kissing me like another lover ... and in SUCH an obscene manner, 
that I didn't object when they laid me back down on the bed and 
resumed where they left off ... almost as if there hadn't been 
any interruption at all.
     Deciding that after all THEY were the experts about sex, not 
me, I relaxed; and this time when Kim's tongue slipped between my 
lips I didn't resist.  Gawd, they were right.  There's something 
incredibly erotic about kissing somebody else with your mouth 
open like that.  And when his (her) tongue slips inside your 
mouth and licks you inside ... I almost started having an orgasm 
right then ... and believe it or not, even with all of my 
masturbation before, I never really had one until the previous 
night.  My body started to shake and quiver.  My mind seemed to 
go blank, except for the tongue in my mouth, the tickling in my 
belly, and the sensation that spread down to where Mike's hand 
was stroking all around my crack until I was hunching desperately 
to make him press harder into me with his hand.  I was close .... 
OH so close to ... to ... oh God!
     "I think this little girl is ready," commented Mike, causing 
Kim to stop.
     "I think you're right," she agreed with a giggle.  "If 
Marcie gets any readier, we'll have to clean the sheets off."
     "Uh ... don't stop," I groaned.  "It was just getting to be 
good!"
     "Oh, we're not stopping ... In fact we're just getting 
started ... aren't we, Big Brother?"  With this reminder of my 
relationship to her husband, Kim scooted back down to where she 
could reach my tits with her mouth again.  Before bringing 
another groan of pleasure from me, she said, "Stick something 
hard in your little sister now, so she can FEEL it."
     Oh God ... Kim didn't mean ... I braced myself; having heard 
from other girls about the pain of losing your virginity.
     Only Kim didn't mean that ... yet.  Or at least Mike didn't 
take it to mean what I was scared of.  But I DID feel something 
thick and hard slide right up inside my crack until I yelped in 
slight pain.
     "Hey, easy!" consoled Kim, looking annoyed at her husband.  
"You're supposed to break her cherry with your PRICK, you prick, 
not your stupid finger!"
     "Oh God ... she's so tight inside."
     I didn't know it then, but my big brother Michael was about 
to squirt thick sticky cum all over my belly ... just from the 
erotic sensation of feeling his own little sister's cunny 
squeezing on his fingers!  I never realized that men were on that 
much of a hair-trigger.  Kim however, did.  "Do it," she said.
     I was just starting to LIKE my big brother's finger sliding 
in and out of my hot little hole, when he pulled out.
     "Oooohhh," I groaned.  "Please."  I don't know exactly what 
I was pleading for; but I didn't want things to stop NOW!
     "Spread your legs, Honey."






                                14


     Kim's quiet words almost shocked me back into sanity.  If 
there's anything about sex that EVERY woman knows, it's what it 
means to "spread your legs" for a man.  Still, even knowing the 
dangers involved, the chance that Mom might find out, the almost 
certainty that Mike would cum inside me, even the slight chance 
of pregnancy wasn't enough to stop me from spreading my legs 
almost involuntarily until I was doing the splits for my big 
brother; holding both legs at more than right-angles to my body.  
(Yes, I can not only do the splits; but I can actually lift each 
foot a good three inches off the floor, with my crotch touching 
it ... I like to show off sometimes.)  I watched as Mike 
approached me with precum drooling prick.
     "Last chance, Honey," came a quiet voice off to my left.  I 
looked and Kim was standing beside me with a tiny rubber circlet 
that somehow I knew exactly what it was without ever seeing one 
before.
     I looked at Kim, then back at my big brother, then back at 
Kim again.  Still, I couldn't bring myself to say a word as Mike 
watched me closely for any sign to stop while he inched slowly 
closer to me.  I knew I should say something ... ANYTHING to stop 
him ... but I couldn't.  The offer of the condom was clear ... 
but somehow my throat was so choked-up I couldn't get a word out.
     "Oh!" I gasped, when I got the first tickle as my most 
private part was touched by something warm, soft, and yes wet 
with slippery stuff.  I felt my eyes open wide, and I was staring 
at the ceiling now, instead at either of the other two parties in 
the room.  In particular, I was NOT looking at either of them in 
the face.
     "Ooooh."  I'm not sure if that exclamation was made by me, 
Kim, or my brother ... or maybe all three of us.  It was caused 
however by something I did know ... the sensation of my own 
brother's fat prick spreading the lips of my cunny apart in a 
manner his finger just wasn't able to.  Oh God, I was almost 
being fucked.  If I didn't speak up quickly, I was going to be 
fucked without any protection at all!
     "Oh Mike I ...."  I was ABOUT to say I couldn't go through 
with it without the condom, when all of a sudden I WAS doing it.  
Two solid inches of fat brotherly prick slid inside me; 
stretching my virginity almost to the breaking point.  My 
objection changed to a squeak of pain.  "I .... I .... Ieeek!"
     "Easy, Sis," he comforted me.  "It only hurts the first 
time."
     "But Mike I ... mmmpphghpphhthh!"  My objection was 
smothered as he kissed me; effectively stopping me from telling 
him that what I was objecting to was fucking without the rubber.  
Ten seconds later it was probably way too late, as with a sudden 
shove and a yelp into his covering mouth from me, my virginity 
was gone, and my own brother's thick fat prick was buried halfway 
in my body ... leaking precum and probably sperm inside me 
already.  I decided it was too late to object.  Besides ... it 
might be fun to take the chance just this once.  Scary ... REAL 
scary ... but exciting too; somewhat like riding a roller 
coaster.




                                15


     I knew the chances of getting pregnant at that moment were 
really pretty slim (unlike what it would be in a few days from 
then) but the chance was always there.  Even if I had been in the 
middle of having a period, there would STILL be a chance ... even 
if that chance was pretty slim.  But somehow, even that tiny 
possibility just made the act all that much sexier, thrilling, 
and yes even more fun.  Don't ask me to explain it more than 
that.
     I was jerked back to reality when Mike groaned, "Oh Jesus, 
I'm gonna ... ooOOoooh."
     "Don't you DARE, Michael Finster!"
     Kim's admonishment managed to stop Mike, even as I felt a 
bulge start to ripple through the fat sausage inside me ... such 
a scary, sexy, and thoroughly erotic thought that he might be 
ejaculating inside me even then.
     "Now you FUCK your little sister properly first.  Marcie 
needs to know what sex really is, not just a fast fuck where you 
get off inside her; so do it right, you hear me?"
     Somehow Kim's words (and I guess more importantly her tone) 
managed to stop Mike from exploding inside me; and he settled 
more firmly between my legs.
     "Ooooh, that feels good," I couldn't help saying, in spite 
of the twinges of my lost virginity.  Later I would wonder what 
all the fuss about losing your cherry was about ... I had barely 
noticed the loss of mine; and here I was actually fucking my own 
brother, with his prick buried to the hilt in the hole I 
previously had only used to pee out of.  It DID feel good.  No 
wonder people liked to fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  What a 
wonderful word.  As I thought this, I pushed back at my brother 
with each powerful shove he made into me.  Gawd, I could get to 
like doing this.
     "Put your legs around me, Marcie."
     "Huh?"  I looked up at the sweaty face almost in my own.
     "Wrap your legs around your brother, and pull him into you."
     "Oh."  Somehow, when Kim said it, it made more sense.  
Dropping my legs down, I almost instinctively found the right way 
to wrap them about my big brother until we were almost one person 
working to slide that lovely thick cylinder in and out.  I was 
getting close ... SO close.  For a second or two, Mike kissed me 
almost as deeply as Kim had ... and the obscene sensation of his 
tongue licking mine and the taste of HIS mouth almost sent me 
over ... almost ... almost ... ALMOST!
     "Oh shit!"
     "What?"  Damn!  My brother had stopped moving; and was 
suddenly holding himself hard up inside me while he shuddered and 
gasped.  Then he almost collapsed on me, groaning.  "I'm sorry 
Marcie," he almost cried, "I couldn't help it."
     Huh?  Couldn't help WHAT?  Then it dawned on me ... it was 
over ... my big brother had cum inside me, and I hadn't made it 
yet ... Damn, and I was SO close.
     "No you don't, you big shit!" said a disgusted voice beside 
me.  "Marcie almost made it ... don't you DARE leave your little 
sister hanging, or I'll leave YOU hanging for the next WEEK you 
bastard!"



                                16


     Well, Mike tried; I'll give him credit.  He actually started 
stroking in and out again.  But it didn't work.  Now that I was 
so much slicker inside, my brother just couldn't get the 
sensations needed to remain hard ... and his wilting prick just 
wasn't the same to me either.  As they say in the old joke, "A 
hard man is good to find."  In spite of striving mightily, within 
30 seconds Mike slid out of me, and was too soft to get back 
in ... though he really did try.
     "Michael!" warned Kim again, this time with steel in her 
voice.
     "Yes, Dear ... I know," replied Mike; seeming to steel 
himself for something.
     The next thing I knew I was sighing with disappointment as 
my big brother slid off me and I relaxed in a frustrated heap on 
the bed.  Not five seconds later I was amazed at the most obscene 
thing I ever heard of, let alone saw or felt.  Between my legs 
was a sticky, smeary mess, where I guess my big brother had left 
enough little wriggling tadpoles to knock up the whole class of 
girls at school ... and my brother was lowering his head between 
my legs to lap it up!
     "Mike, MIKE I .... I ... Oh Mike."  I couldn't stop him.  
Before I knew it, Mike's tongue had taken the place of his 
prick ... for the better!  And to top things off, his sexy wife 
was back nursing on my titties again.
     This time, things didn't stop until I was jerking and 
thrashing and involuntarily yanking on Kim's hair until I bet she 
thought I was going to pull it out!  In the background I could 
vaguely hear somebody's keening wail of a scream reach a 
crescendo ... it wasn't until afterwards I realized that shriek 
came from me.
     Only when I finally had to weakly push my big brother's face 
out of my crotch because I was way too sensitive down there, did 
either one of the two quit on me.
     "Well," giggled Kim, "I guess you can say you've officially 
been fucked."
     I looked down at the smeary mess between my legs; and 
thought of the sperm probably wriggling its way into my womb at 
that moment and had to agree.  "I guess I am," I sighed.  I hoped 
I wasn't pregnant; but somehow wasn't about to worry about it.  I 
was too relaxed and yes happy from having my first (or was it my 
second) orgasm ... and losing my virginity to my own horny big 
brother.
     Somehow I drifted off to sleep.
     It wasn't until several hours later that I woke up to a 
satisfied ache in my groin and an uncomfortable ickyness where I 
was sleeping on a damp spot, while wonderful smells announced 
that breakfast was almost ready in the other room.
     Kim came bustling in the room right about then, and almost 
stripped the bedding from under me; while hurrying me into the 
shower to get ready.
     All through breakfast I watched my hostess carefully to see 
if she showed the slightest bit of jealousy or anger at me 
preempting her husband earlier and using him up like that, so she 
didn't get the sex she was so obviously used to.  But she didn't.



                                17


     Watching that closely, I noticed the difference between 
Kim's methods and my mother's.  When my sister-in-law poured 
coffee, she not only poured it without spilling a drop; but 
carefully wiped up even the water spots.  A grain of sugar didn't 
land on the tablecloth without being wiped up immediately, 
instead of waiting until after breakfast to wipe the whole table.  
The pans weren't tossed into the sink for after-breakfast cleanup 
either; being rinsed and placed carefully into the dishwasher as 
each finished its intended use.  All of this wasn't overt or 
obnoxious; just careful planning and smooth acting.  If you 
didn't watch closely what was going on, you hardly noticed that 
the moment breakfast was finished, the kitchen was almost as 
clean as before breakfast started ... almost.
     "I'll be out in a minute, Mike ... 'you want to help here, 
Marcie?"
     I never knew until later how much Kim was offering by 
letting me help make her kitchen spotless again; but I found 
myself polishing the stove and counter, while Kim somehow 
directed me at the same time she cleaned up each tiny spill on 
the floor ... by hand!  Then we ended up backing out of the 
kitchen while she wiped up the last footprint, and took my rag 
and hers down to the basement ... where I soon heard the rumble 
of the washing machine join that of the upstairs dishwasher.  
Then back into the bedroom to make up the bed with FRESH linen, 
and from there into the bathroom to clean up the mess I hadn't 
even realized I made in there when showering.
     If this sounds like we slaved for hours cleaning, while Mike 
vegged out on the sofa, you've got it all wrong.  Mike was doing 
other work, and stuff in the living room, and it barely took half 
an hour total to clean the kitchen, make the bed, and wipe up in 
the bathroom.  It seems that KEEPING a place clean was far less 
effort than I would have believed.  Mom and Dad always taught us 
kids to clean up our messes AFTER we made them ... not like Kim 
who cleaned up as she went along.
     When we came back into the living-room, we all sat down to 
talk ... only talking with my big brother and his sexy wife was 
hard to do; as they made kind of a permanent distraction.  You 
see, instead of taking separate chairs, Kim settled right down on 
top of my big brother in the easy chair ... and yes, they fucked 
right there in front of me!!!!
     Actually, it wasn't really fucking like Kim had done the 
night before, or I had done that morning.  It was just that under 
her miniskirt, Kim wasn't wearing ANYTHING, and Mike was still 
just wearing a robe.  So, when she sat down on him, he pointed 
his prick up at her, and she slid down on him like it was the 
most natural thing in the world.  From then on, the two of them 
sat there, while we all talked about what I was going to do for 
the two weeks Mom and Dad were gone, what I thought of the 
neighborhood, how things were going at home.  But (at first at 
least) not a word was said about the sex I had gotten from her 
husband and my brother.






                                18


     We must have spent over an hour just talking and visiting; 
with Kim getting off her brother twice ... once to make coffee 
again and offer us all some, and once to get a picture of HER 
family to show me.  Each time she settled back onto that spike of 
my brother's, as if it belonged inside her tight little hole ... 
which I guess it did.
     "Hold on a second," said Kim suddenly, as I was explaining 
what I expected to do that fall in school.  I watched as her face 
squinched up; and her breath came in pants, while her belly 
started making gyrations that were almost obscene ... and far 
more erotic than any belly-dancer I'd seen on television.
     "Oooohhh," groaned Mike; as Kim lifted her short little 
skirt until I could plainly see where the two lovers were joined.
     Shortly a white bubble appeared running down his prick; and 
he suddenly collapsed.
     "Do it, do it," groaned Kim, "pump that baby-juice in me."
     "Oh God, you hot little slut," groaned Mike in return.  
"You're so fucking naughty ... fucking me right in front of my 
innocent little sister.  Oh God, you're such a slut."
     "Ummm," shuddered Kim; obviously enjoying the thick squirts 
of my brother's sperm in her tummy just as much as Mike was.  
"Not so innocent.  Your horny little sister probably had as much 
of your baby juice in her cute little tummy as I do ... and she 
seems to like it there just as much too."
     "Huh?"  This from me.  While I HAD enjoyed fucking Mike, I 
sure wasn't too enamored about carrying his sperm inside me.  I 
just hadn't managed to stop him in time.
     Kim looked at me and giggled ... as if she could see right 
through me.  "Well, you didn't get up and drain it out this 
morning," she pointed out.  "You just lay there and went to sleep 
with his cum inside you, so you could let it soak in.  In fact, 
you STILL haven't cleaned up between your legs properly ... I'm 
going to have to clean that chair when you get up."
     Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!  I hadn't even thought about 
that.  But my horny sister-in-law was SO right.  Oh double-shit.  
So I went into the bathroom, and cleaned up, took a shower, 
cleaned the shower, wiped the floor up, and returned to the 
living-room to clean up the mess on the couch.
     Only (of course) Kim had beaten me to it; and except for a 
faintly pleasant smell and a damp spot, the couch was spotless 
again.  "Uh ... what about YOU?" I asked.  "Don't YOU want to use 
the bathroom to clean up?"
     Kim giggled and lifted her short little skirt.  There, 
poking out between the cleft of her slit was a white string.  My 
slutty sister-in-law was using a tampon to keep Mike's sperm 
inside her.  Oh God.  I got hot just thinking about it.
     Well, except for the fact that neither of us girls wore 
panties, shoes, OR socks that whole day, the rest of the day 
passed fairly normally.  If you count TWO horny sluts barefoot, 
pregnant, and in the kitchen as normal.  (Well, I wasn't pregnant 
YET, like Kimmy was; but that wasn't from lack of trying.)






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     That evening, when the news was on TV, my brother and his 
wife repeated the actions of the morning with him inside her 
while they watched the boob-tube.  Only when she had another 
thick white helping of my brother's potent seed in her hot little 
hole, did Kim make dinner ... with a fresh tampon holding his 
sperm inside her.  No wonder the horny slut got pregnant so fast.
     That night, I was just settling down into MY bed ... 
pointedly ignoring Kim's open invitation to join her and Mike, 
when my big brother came into the room and slid in bed with me.
     "Mike, what are you DOING?" I whispered, as if afraid his 
wife would find out he was slipping in bed with me.
     "Fucking you, what do you think?" he replied laconically.
     I was too surprised to resist.  The next thing I knew, my 
legs were spread, and my handsome big brother's thick prick was 
sinking into my body, while I almost automatically wrapped my 
legs around him and worked to get it farther up inside me.
     "Mike," I barely managed to object, "you aren't going to cum 
in me again, are you?"  Oh God, did it feel good to have him 
sliding in and out of me like that..
     "Just a little," he reassured me.
     Just a little?!?!  Oh God, even one tiny squirt was enough 
to get me pregnant ... and I was one whole day closer to 
ovulating; with each day passing increasing my chances of 
"catching" tremendously.  I opened my mouth to object; but it was 
already too late.
     "Oh God Marcie, here it comes," he groaned; while 
simultaneously thrusting HARD up inside me.  God did that feel 
good.  I didn't cum myself; but I DID enjoy it very much.
     Then, with a kiss, a hug, and a, "Thanks, Marcie" Mike 
pulled out and left me with a creamy snatch full of my own 
brother's thick white seed.
     Ten minutes later I woke with a start ... sweating 
profusely!  I had ALMOST pulled the same stupid stunt as I had in 
the morning, and gone to sleep with my brother's sperm soaking 
into my womb.  I wondered for a moment just HOW daft I had 
gotten; and if I was as unconsciously TRYING to get pregnant as 
it seems my horny sister-in-law was.
     I padded into the bathroom and cleaned up; trying to ignore 
the panting and, "Oh Yes!" squeaks of pleasure coming from the 
other bedroom, combined with the unmistakable rhythmic creaking 
of bedsprings that even preschoolers know the meaning of.
     By the time I had drained what I could of my brother's cum 
out of me and patted myself dry with a tissue, the bedroom was 
quiet.  I carefully wiped the sink down with a fresh tissue and 
tossed it into the toilet before going to bed myself.  I never 
would have believed a man could "do it" that often, if I hadn't 
heard it with my own ears and seen it with my own eyes and felt 
it squirting inside me with my own snatch (to paraphrase Chicken 
Little).
     The next morning, I didn't hear squeaks coming from the 
bedroom next door, or even breakfast making; so I decided I would 
just get up myself.  I had just started to take a shower; washing 
the fishy smell from between my legs, when I became aware of two 
other bodies in the room.



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     It was then I really became aware of the hazards of not 
having a bathroom door, as my big brother slipped into the shower 
with me; pulling the glass door shut behind him.  Through the 
rippled glass, I could make out the naked form of my sister-in-
law taking a piss.
     "Mike, what are you DOING in here?" I said; somehow knowing 
exactly what he planned on doing anyway.
     "Washing your back," he said; grabbing the soap and doing 
just that.  There's something about having your back rubbed in a 
shower with everything all slippery that makes it feel SO much 
better.  I relaxed and let my brother massage me into oblivion, 
with his thumbs rubbing my shoulders and neck, until I was almost 
cooing in ecstasy.
     "Bend over," he said; working his hands lower down my back.
     Obediently I did; moving closer to the shower-head to keep 
my hair from getting too wet.  Mike moved closer in behind me.
     "Mike, what are you DOING?" I objected; as I felt the 
by-now-familiar pressure of his prick poking against my crack.
     "Shhhh," he soothed me; while at the same sliding his 
slippery prick to the root in my belly.  "This will only take a 
second."
     It actually took probably about three minutes before my big 
brother stiffened behind me, and blew what felt like gallons of 
creamy goo in my squeezing slot.  "Thanks, Sis," he said; sliding 
out of me, and barely pausing before climbing out of the shower.  
I could hardly believe it had happened.
     "Did you cum in her?" asked Kim, while getting off the can.  
So little time had passed she hadn't finished yet.
     "Uhuh," replied Mike.
     "You know, if you keep this up, you're going to get that 
little girl pregnant for sure."
     "Uhuh," he answered again.  "But she seems to like the idea, 
so why not?  Besides, she'll probably be ovulating today or 
tomorrow, so it's too late to stop now anyway."
     Oh God, my brother was probably right.
     "Your mother would have a fit, if we send her little girl 
home pregnant," reminded Kim.
     Mike just shrugged and replied, "That's HER problem, isn't 
it?  If things got too tight over there, I suppose Marcie could 
move in here.  I sure wouldn't mind another horny pregnant slut 
to fuck."
     "You wouldn't.  I suppose you'd want to keep your little 
sister barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen too ... just like 
me."
     "Well, that's where horny little sluts like you two belong."
     "Watch it boy, or we'll BOTH cut you off."
     "Don't tell me you don't like the idea."
     "Well ...."
     The conversation faded into making-breakfast sounds.  I 
washed the more obvious signs of Mike's lovemaking from my body; 
but this time I didn't bother even trying to drain his sperm from 
inside me.  He was right ... if I was going to get pregnant I 
probably already was ... so I might as well enjoy it.  I'd worry 
about my parent's reaction if (or when) my pants started getting 
tight.


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     Besides, darned few kids my age got pregnant anyway ... even 
sluts like me who were having full unprotected vaginal 
intercourse.  Heck, I knew Cindy Mathers had been fucking her 
boyfriend almost every other day for over a year, without getting 
knocked up.  And I was pretty sure she wasn't taking any 
precautions, either!  I decided that if I was going to be treated 
like a slut, I was going to BE a slut and enjoy it ... just like 
my sexy sister-in-law.
     "Say Kim, where do you keep those tampons?" I asked, coming 
out into the kitchen, still naked as the day I was born.
     Kim's eyes widened; but merely pointed to the cupboard 
behind me in the hall.  I extracted a tube from the box, spread 
my legs so they could both see clearly, and pushed the pad home 
with the applicator.  "I don't want it to leak out an make a mess 
of the floor," I commented.
     Mike almost choked on his coffee; while Kim's eyes were 
dancing with glee.  "Yes, we don't want any leaking out," she 
agreed; somehow managing to keep a straight face.
     That night, I DID join my brother and his wife in bed ... 
and the horny slut made certain her husband pumped ever drop of 
potent sperm up inside ME, instead of her.
     From then on until it was time for me to go home, I got 
almost as much of my brother's seed squirted in my tummy as Kim 
did.  While I didn't sit on his lap when watching TV like she 
did, we all made sure Mike pumped at least one thick white squirt 
of incestuous goo into my tummy every night ... and usually every 
morning as well.
     I sweated blood until I got my period about a week after Mom 
and Dad got home.
     When I called Mike to tell him the good news, they both 
invited me over to celebrate ... only I didn't DARE tell Mom or 
Dad what for.  But somehow Kim managed to come up with something; 
and I spent Saturday over at their house ... with my big 
brother's swollen prick in my crack; squirting thick white gobs 
of family seed at my unprotected womb while it was safe to do so.  
God, was I frustrated when I got back home and had to do 
completely without sex again, after getting it so nicely done by 
my horny big brother (yes, and by his horny slut of a wife too).
     It was a week after my period that My parents called me in 
the kitchen.
     "Marcie?" asked Mom.  "Did you like staying with Mike and 
Kim while we were gone?"
     "Yes," I replied; suddenly worried that they might have 
found out just how MUCH I had enjoyed my stay at my brother's 
house ... or worse-yet, WHY.  "Why?" I asked.
     "Well ... they just invited you over for another two 
weeks ... if you don't mind, of course.  They seem to like having 
you over; and your father and I wouldn't mind having a little 
time to ourselves, if you were OK with this."
     I don't need to tell you what I answered.  Two hours later I 
was dropped off at my brother's house, a few extra clothes in a 
bag in my hand, while my father made me promise to do everything 
my brother or his wife wanted me to.  Oh yes ... and to be a 
"good girl" while I was there.



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     "Make up your mind, which one you want," I mumbled under my 
breath.
     "What's that, Marcie?"  My mother has sharp ears.
     "Nothing Mom.  I'll be sure and keep both Mike and Kim 
happy ... you just watch and see."
     "See to it.  We'll pick you up in two weeks.  Bye."
     "Bye."
     My parents left without even waiting for the door to open 
and Mike to let me in.
     That night I found myself in bed again with Mike and Kim.  
"Uh, Mike ... you shouldn't really cum in me like this," I 
complained, when I felt him jerking on top of me and knew the 
first thick white squirt of my brother's potent sperm was washing 
against my womb.  "I might get pregnant."
     "I know," he replied; jamming himself as far up inside me as 
he could go.  "That's the whole idea."  Kim just watched her 
husband impregnate his little sister with a big grin on her face.
     Well, I probably didn't get pregnant THAT night ... but it 
was most likely sometime between then and about 4 days later.
     Four months later, when my pants got so tight I couldn't 
hide it any more, my parents threw me out of the house when I 
wouldn't tell them the name of the man who knocked me up.  I 
guess they figured good-riddance to a slut like me, when I ended 
up moving in with my brother and his wife.  In fact, they easily 
agreed to passing custody of me over, when Kim suggested it.
     Four months after that, Mom and Dad moved away without 
leaving a forwarding address for any of us.  I guess they liked 
their freedom.  I never did find out what happened with them and 
my older sister ... Miss Goody Two-Shoes Kathy Finster.
     As for me?  The day after I got settled in, Kim laid down 
the rules by which I was to live there.  "Take off those shoes 
and panties," she ordered, "then go in the other room and sit on 
your brother's lap until you're both finished.  From now on, 
you'll help out around here with the chores of cleaning house, 
cooking, scrubbing, and helping with the babies.  I'll expect you 
to be barefoot, pregnant with your big brother's babies, and in 
the kitchen just like me ... until you're old enough to have 
boyfriends of your own, and to move out if you want to.  Got 
that?"
     If you think I objected, you're nuts.
     As time wore on though, we did split the chores.  I now do 
most of the cooking, because I LIKE to cook.  Kim does most of 
the cleaning, because try as I might, I can't do as good a job as 
she does.  I take care of the babies, while Kim helps the older 
kids with schoolwork and stuff like that.  With 7 kids in the 
house, there's a lot of chores to do (and not just MAKING more 
kids, either).  Hopefully, some of the older girls will be old 
enough to help with the babies in a couple more years.  We'll see 
I guess.  I know that Kim's eldest son has been having sex with 
my eldest daughter for several years now ... and I'm not so sure 
about the younger kids, as we don't ask.  It kind of turns me on 
to think of my daughters being barefoot, pregnant by their own 
brothers, and in the kitchen ... just like me.




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     Three months ago, when I turned 16, Kim kept her promise and 
took me to the doctor to get a prescription of birth-control 
pills.  Right now, they're sitting in the drawer beside our 
bed ... still unopened.  I think I just missed my period again.  
I wouldn't be surprised though, if that horny slut of a 
sister-in-law hasn't beaten me to the punch ... again.  With Kim 
having four boys, and me having three girls so far, we're 
thinking of calling my big brother, "Sure Shot" if he repeats the 
process.
















































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