ABUSED.TXT "Sexually abused?" (Mmmmmfff, incest, NC/c, preg, very pedo)

      !!!!!   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   !!!!!
               (Unneeded squick-alert coming up!)

Note:  THIS story is NOT the usual "nice" story I write about 
little girls who like sex having fun with their parents, or other 
relatives.  In fact, this story comes close to being fully non-
consensual.  It involves little girls being forced to have sex 
before either they or their bodies are ready for it.  And while 
the "force" involved is not physical . . . only peer and parental 
pressure, the difference between a little girl knowing her 
parents will be displeased if she doesn't have sex with her 
brothers, and them holding her down while the boys forcibly rape 
her, is a very fine distinction to my mind.
If this sort of thing squicks you, then don't even read the rest 
of this note, as it gets much worse.  Go on and read some other 
story.


(If you don't want to learn more about the story ahead of time, 
then skip the rest, and come back after you've read the story.  
On the other hand, if you're still worried about whether you 
should read it or not, then continue.)
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      !!!!!   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   !!!!!
               (Lecture and propaganda coming up!)

Still reading?  More warnings and some story description:

     While the woman in this story wouldn't have punished her 
daughter for NOT having sex, the woman DID ignore the child's 
complaints and pleas when she did; simply insisting that the 
little girl continue, whether she liked it or not, and if it hurt 
her or not.  To me, this is as criminal as if the woman had tied 
her little girl to the bed, and had the boys gang-rape her; even 
though the woman would never see the similarity between her 
telling the girl to fuck her brothers and them raping her; and 
she would have been just as outraged and horrified as we would 
be, if she had found her sons holding down the child and forcing 
the little girl to have sex with them, when she didn't want it.


     Yes, the woman in the story actually DID think she was doing 
the best thing for her little girl . . . for some reason, even 
being turned-on by the thought of her young daughter possibly 
being hurt or even torn inside by taking a full-sized penis 
inside her body when it hadn't yet developed enough to be 
hyperplastic like an older girl would be at nine or ten years 
old.  As long as the child wasn't permanently damaged, and didn't 
require major medical attention, then she thought it was OK.  WHY 
she thinks this way, you'll read in the story.
     If the thought of little girls being hurt when having sex, 
and their parents not seeming to care bothers you, then skip this 
story . . . it's not really nice.  Still, the adults in this 
story DO love their children . . . in their own way . . . and 
want what THEY think is best for them.  This is not what you or I 
think would be best for a child, but then we aren't raising their 
children, now are we?  Just as we would be horrified at the way 
they treat their children, they would be equally horrified by the 
way we treat ours.
     This story is about life and sex from a different 
viewpoint . . . not one that I like or approve of, but one that 
is possible.  After all, aren't we ALL products of the way WE 
were brought up?  We all find the same things nasty and obscene 
that we learned as a child were nasty and obscene.  If our 
parents spanked us when we were naughty, we think it's 
unconscionably irresponsible to neglect to discipline a child 
when the child throws a tantrum, as that way the kid learns it 
can get away with whatever it wants to if it just yells and 
screams loud enough.
     On the other hand, if we were lucky enough (or unlucky 
enough, depending on your point of view) to have parents who 
didn't believe in laying a hand on a child no matter HOW great 
the provocation, then we probably think spanking is barbaric 
torture of a child; and people who do it should be jailed.

     Later in life, people get other differences in 
viewpoints . . . .
     Some people think forcing a woman to have a baby she doesn't 
want is virtual slavery for any woman who happens to get 
pregnant.  Other people, just as loudly declare that any woman 
who has an abortion is committing murder.
     Two completely valid viewpoints, and both as far apart as 
those you might have about raising children, and the viewpoint of 
the woman in this story.
     I'm not saying either viewpoint is correct, or either 
viewpoint is wrong.  Just like I'm not saying which viewpoint on 
abortion is right or which is wrong.

     Either or both might be right, and either or both might be 
wrong.  It's not for me to decide for other people.  However, I 
am NOT raising my kids like the woman in this story does . . . no 
matter HOW erotic it sounds.  That might be right for the woman 
in the story, but I'd sooner cut my throat than treat a child of 
mine that way.


     Still, I can't call the woman or man in the story evil, 
because they aren't.  And in their own way, they love their 
children just as much as we do ours.
     Mauri tribesmen tattoo their children's faces, when they're 
younger than the girl in this story; puncturing the skin many 
times without anesthetic in a fashion that would be considered 
sheer torture if done without permission.  And the children not 
only sit there patiently while the person pokes dull needles 
through the skin and forces dye underneath it, but actually look 
forward to the process, as it shows they are becoming adults in 
their society.  (Even though the process might start when the 
child is only 6 years old.)  Who are WE to say these parents are 
being cruel for mutilating their children like this?
     Try and take a similar look at the upbringing of this woman, 
and the way SHE wants what is best for HER children.  Perhaps we 
can no more think of raising our children that way, than we could 
think of forcing dirty needles under the skin of our sons and 
daughters . . . but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate WHY she 
does what she does . . . just like we appreciate why a Mauri 
woman is proud of her child when it gets it's first tattoo.
     It may not be right for us and our children, but might it 
possibly be right for her and hers?

     I don't know.  Just like I don't know if the right to have 
an abortion is freedom from sexual slavery, or legalized murder.  
You be the judge.

     (Now, after that long spiel, I'll get off my soapbox, and 
you can start reading the story!)





                         Sexually abused?
                         An Erotic Story

     I looked in on my sons, to make sure they were getting up.  
Well, whether they were getting up, was a good question.  For 
sure, they had all been "getting it up" as two of the boys were 
lying panting on the bed; white streaks on their penises, with a 
thick white drop oozing from the younger boy's wilting prick onto 
his tummy, while the eldest was sliding HIS swollen peter in and 
out of my daughter's clasping little hole in a manner that told 
me the boy would soon be decorating the inside of the child's 
womb with his thick white sperm, just like his two younger 
brothers obviously had, a few minutes earlier.  In fact, from the 
look of things, the incestuous sperm the 20-year-old would 
shortly be ejaculating in his 10-year-old little sister's womb, 
would be the second or third squirt he had ejaculated inside her, 
while the two younger boys had also gone at least twice.  I was 
very proud of all four of the kids.
     As I watched, the older boy's strokes got even longer and 
more violent; while his little sister wrapped her legs around his 
body; encouraging the older boy to fill her vagina with his 
potent seed.  Even after cumming inside the little girl once (Or 
was it twice now?), the older boy didn't take all that long 
before the little girl's squeezing little cunny got the better of 
him, and I watched (careful to not interrupt) while he shuddered 
and I saw thick bulges run through the tube on the bottom of the 
boy's prick, while Nancy's vagina gulped each thick white surge, 
and milked her big brother's prick for each precious drop of his 
potent seed.  You could tell the boy was doing his best to plant 
a baby in the child's womb, while Nancy was doing HER best to 
help her older brother do it.  As I said, I'm SO proud of all 
four kids.
     Ever since Nancy was six years old, and I found out that 
none of her brothers had any hangups about having full 
unprotected vaginal sex with his own little sister, I moved the 
pre-schooler down to her brothers' room, so they could all 
practice making a baby in the little girl as often as they 
wanted.  It had taken a few weeks for the 6-year-old to get used 
to being fucked . . . especially by her 16-year-old brother, but 
after a few weeks my daughter finally stopped pleading to be 
allowed to return to her own bed, and before the year was out, 
the child was just as happy fucking her big brothers, as they 
were fucking her.  By the time Nancy was seven (about 9 months 
after I first moved her in with the boys) I even offered to let 
the little girl return to her own room, if she STILL found it 
painful or even annoying to sleep with her brothers.  Then Nancy 
almost begged me as hard to NOT make her move back to her old 
room, as she had begged me that first day to LET her go back.  It 
seems by then the cute little slut LIKED getting fucked six to 
ten times a day (and sometimes two or three times that often) by 
her teenaged brothers.






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     From then on, I only kept a cursory eye on the almost 
continuous orgy going on in the boys' bedroom, as all three boys 
used their little sister as a sperm receptacle whenever the urge 
hit them.  Occasionally, one of the boys would get the "urge" 
right in the middle of dinner or watching TV, and pull the little 
girl's panties down and fuck her right there . . . or sometimes 
have her suck him off . . . or even fuck the little girl in the 
ass while the whole family watched.  Nancy never complained, or 
even showed any signs of disgust at being used as a repository 
for her big brothers' seed; simply allowing the boy to use her 
body in whatever manner he wanted to; while doing her best to get 
him off with her cunny, ass, or throat as appropriate.
     She even seemed to LIKE it, especially when being fucked in 
the cunny; giving little mewls of appreciation, while milking her 
older brothers' sperm into her body.  Occasionally, this got my 
husband so excited, that HE felt obliged to fuck the little girl 
too; squirting HIS seed into the child's womb, or her eager 
little mouth; but mostly it was the boys who kept our daughter's 
body full of incestuous cum; as Marvin didn't usually fuck the 
little girl more than three or four times a week (unless he was 
especially horny).  Still, it was a very rare week he didn't fill 
the child's womb with her father's sperm at least two or three 
times.  Compared to the little girl having each of her horny 
brothers pumping his sperm in their sister's tight little slit 
two or three times a day, my husband's meager contribution was 
probably barely noticed (except that Nancy would almost certainly 
complain if her father neglected her by not fucking her cute 
little pussy at least two or three times a week . . . not that I 
would let him treat her that way).  From the time she was six 
years old until now, I don't think Nancy has gone over 5 hours 
without at least ONE thick white squirt of family seed entering 
her body through one orifice or another.  Thank goodness neither 
my husband nor any of my sons have any reservations about fucking 
a pre-teen girl right in the cunny, and filling her womb with his 
incestuous cum, like my father did.
     I watched as Mike gave one last emphatic shove into his 
little sister, and was sure the boy (well, almost a man) was 
doing his best to father a child on the little girl, while he 
drained his thick sperm into the child's womb.  Such a delicious 
thought, that Nancy might already be carrying one of her 
brothers' baby in her cute little tummy.  I had been almost 12, 
the first time I had my period, but that didn't mean my daughter 
couldn't start even sooner.  I've heard of quite a few girls who 
started menstruating at nine years old, or even younger . . . 
such a delicious thought.
     In fact, it was this thought that made me keep watching 
until Mike finally rolled off the little girl, and lay there 
panting beside her.  Nancy just lay there, legs spread after 
releasing her big brother, and her hole slowly closing around the 
thick white puddle of cum her brother had just deposited inside 
her.  Even after fucking all three brothers at least twice each, 
my daughter still managed to keep almost all of their incestuous 
sperm in her vagina where it belonged.




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     By the time the child's hole had retracted to it's normal 
tiny self, with the elasticity of youth, only a tiny bubble of 
her big brother's cum oozed out of her.  I gave one last happy 
look at the four incestuous lovers on the bed (my 10-year-old 
daughter and her three older brothers); feeling proud of the boys 
for doing such a good job of filling their little sister with 
cum, when I noticed it . . .
     Mike's prick had a red streak on it.  Oh shit.  Since it had 
been over four years since Nancy lost her virginity to the boys, 
this could only mean one thing . . . my little girl was entering 
puberty; and if things continued the way they had for the past 
few years, the little girl would be nursing one of her brothers' 
baby before this year was over.  I had to do something to prevent 
that . . . no matter HOW erotic the idea was.
     That afternoon I explained to the three boys that their 
little sister would no longer be sleeping in their bed, and why.  
Surprisingly, none of the boys objected to the "why" part; even 
though none of them minded the idea of fathering a child on their 
little sister.  No, it seems they were only worried about they 
were going to do, now that their permanent sex-partner had been 
removed from their bed, with almost as little notice as the girl 
had when I first moved her in with them.  To ME, this was funny.
     "You still have at least THREE other sisters, not counting 
the baby," I reminded them.  "Sherry is seven years old by now, 
and that's almost a whole year older than Nancy was, on her first 
time.  And Cindy, while she's only five, isn't even a year 
younger than that.  So don't go complaining that you don't have 
someone to fuck, when you've got at least two healthy sisters who 
should be able to help you out . . . maybe even three.  OK?"
     This thought never seemed to have occurred to the boys.  
While they had been fucking Nancy since she was six years old, 
they had never even thought of the other three girls as possible 
sex-partners, because they had been growing all this time and 
were MEN, while the little girls had seemed like babies to them.  
I mean, grown men don't fuck babies.  Still, once I pointed out 
that Sherry was older than her big sister was when they first 
started fucking HER, the idea of fucking the little girls seemed 
to appeal to the boys.  God, I could barely wait to see all three 
boys pumping thick white baby-juice in the tight little slits of 
their little sisters at the same time.  Well . . . maybe Tina was 
a little young, at only four years old.  Still, the two older 
girls could take care of the three horny boys until she WAS old 
enough to help out.  For a moment the thought of three man-sized 
pricks stretching their tiny slits almost made me wish I had 
started Nancy at least a year younger than I had.  Then I decided 
it was better the way I had.  At least Cindy would have Sherry to 
take some of her older brothers' lust; unlike when Nancy was 
young, and the little 6-year-old had to service all three boys by 
herself, when she was still a virgin.  Ten minutes later I was 
pleased to hear a loud "Ow!" from Cindy's bedroom, as the two 
younger boys took turns in giving the 5-year-old her first fuck.  
The whimpers and cries of the little girl, then the groans and 
emphatic grunts of the two teenagers as they filled the child's 
womb with their sperm for the first time, was unmistakable.



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     As I said, none of my sons seems to have any trouble with 
the idea of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his 
own little sisters; or filling their wombs with incestuous sperm.  
In fact, the idea of getting their own little sister pregnant 
with their babies seems to be more of a turn-on to the kids than 
a worry about getting the little girl in trouble.  God I'm so 
proud of my kids.
     That night, I made sure Nancy slept in our bedroom, as I 
didn't want any of the boys forgetting, and slipping his prick in 
the little girl where he might get the child pregnant with his 
baby.  To be even safer, I had Nancy sleep between me and Marvin, 
so she couldn't sneak out and fuck one of the boys during the 
night (not that I don't trust her OR the boys . . . it's just 
that habits, especially sexual habits, die so hard).
     The feel of the 10-year-old's developing titties rubbing 
against mine was SO erotic.  I had forgotten just how sexy it was 
having a youngster in bed with you . . . especially a little girl 
who likes sex as much as Nancy does.
     It must have been even MORE erotic for Marvin; having the 
little girl's cute little butt snuggled back against his swelling 
erection.
     I reached between Nancy's legs while she lifted them, to 
grab my husband's swelling prick, and swab the leaking tip 
against my daughter's equally slippery little slit.  Then with a 
shove, while I held his prick up against the child's hole, Marvin 
sank it to the root in the little girl's belly.  Knowing that 
Nancy was fertile now, and that if he ejaculated inside her 
during the next week or so there would be a good chance Nancy 
could have her own father's baby growing inside her, was so 
erotic I had a climax myself, without even playing with my 
clitoris.  Feeling my husband sliding his thick prick in and out 
of our daughter, while knowing he WOULD be filling the child's 
womb with his sperm, and possibly even his baby, was SO erotic.
     As you can guess by now, I was sexually abused as a child.  
From the time I was seven years old (actually, from about a month 
before my seventh birthday) until I was a little over thirteen, 
my father had visited my bedroom almost every night (sometimes 
twice a night; and sometimes missing a night or two).  Of course, 
I had never objected to Dad fucking me in the mouth, ass, or even 
cunny; taking my virginity and filling my womb with squirt after 
thick white squirt of incestuous cum.  Why should I?  I mean, Dad 
was my FATHER.  What girl do YOU know who would object to what 
her father tells her to do?  Even if that "what" involves having 
full unprotected vaginal intercourse with him.  No, of course I 
never objected.  In fact, before a month was up, I was humping 
back at my father as eagerly as he was humping into me; trying to 
get Dad to fill my womb with the gooey squirts that seemed to 
soothe the itch between my legs like nothing else has before or 
since.  After a while, fucking Dad in the morning seemed to be 
just one of the things a girl does.  I never mentioned it to 
anybody, even my own mother, because it just seemed so normal.  I 
mean, you don't tell your mother you're brushing your teeth or 
taking a pee, do you?  Fucking Dad was just that normal.




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     I don't really remember the first time Dad fucked me; even 
though I know it must have hurt like heck.  I do remember sitting 
in the empty tub afterwards; (whether Dad fucked me there, or in 
bed and I was just cleaning up after, I don't know) looking down 
where a thick dribble of white oozed out of my sore little cunny.  
A tiny streak of red showed where my father had torn me inside 
(whether just my virginity, or something more serious, I'll never 
know.  In any case, I didn't get sick from it).  I DO vaguely 
remember the second time though; being slightly scared and a 
little sore inside from the first time.  Still, I never even 
thought of asking Dad to stop; and soon he was grunting and 
panting in a manner that became very familiar in later years, as 
he slid in and out before filling my cunny with thick white goo.
     All the time (then, and for the years that followed) my 
father kept telling me how I was his "GOOD little girl" and how I 
was making Daddy feel good, and how he liked the feeling of my 
cunny squeezing on him like that, and how good it felt to squirt 
his sperm inside me.  With encouragement like this, it wasn't 
long before I was looking forward each time to feeling Dad on top 
of me, with his thick prick buried to the hilt in my belly, even 
if it DID hurt.  And within a year, it didn't.  From then on, Dad 
would slide into my bed, usually about once a day (well, OK, 
night).  Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to feel 
the bed sagging, as my father slid in bed with me; sometime just 
snuggling up to me and slipping his "thing" inside me until 
feeling my cunny around his swollen prick made him squirt.  Other 
times it would be in the mornings when he got up to pee that he 
would stop in my room, climb between my legs, and fuck me 
"missionary style" until he came in thick white squirts inside 
me.  After a while, I began to notice a pattern . . . it was the 
times that Mom didn't feel like sex, or was unavailable that 
usually led to my father sliding in bed with me and filling MY 
womb with sperm, instead of hers.  During the times Mom went home 
to visit her parents, Dad usually had me stay in their room; 
fucking me two or three times a day while she was gone.  A couple 
of times Mom came back and found me still in bed with Dad, but 
she seemed to think that while it was cute for a little girl to 
snuggle up to her father like that, I (on the other hand) was 
getting to be too much of a "big girl" to sleep in the same bed 
with her father.  Still, she never seemed to object very hard, 
even when I was lying there under the covers with Dad's thick 
prick still oozing thick white cum in my cunny.  So, if Mom 
didn't mind me taking care of Dad while she was away, I certainly 
wasn't about to tell my own father "No", if he wanted to "use" me 
to jack-off into.  I sure didn't mind.
     For some reason Mom didn't seem to be interested in what Dad 
and I were doing; as she never asked me about what Dad and I did 
together while she was gone; and even the few times Dad fell 
asleep in my bed, she never asked what he was doing there.  So, 
since she didn't seem to be interested, I never told her when Dad 
taught me how to suck cock (at the same time he showed ME what it 
felt like by licking my cunny until I was almost sore from 
cumming so much), or when Dad first fucked me up the ass or even 
when I had my first period (even though I was so proud that I 
could finally get pregnant by Dad).


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     THAT part, about having periods anyway, I guess Dad DID tell 
Mom, because shortly thereafter she got me some tampons, and 
seemed real surprised that I could slide them all the way up 
inside me without any trouble at all.  This got me a real funny 
look from Mom, but she never said anything, so I never 
volunteered.
     By the time I was seven or eight, I was working just as hard 
as Dad was, to get him to cum inside me.  By then, I had learned 
to suck him off, take his thick prick up my ass (I didn't like 
that NEAR as much as taking it in my cunny where it belonged) and 
doing other things like 69, and even some really weird things 
like pissing on each other.  Daddy made them ALL feel good.
     By the time I was ten years old, if Dad hadn't fucked or 
sucked me at least once a week (and preferably once a day), I was 
almost ready to climb the walls.  I guess being stimulated so 
young made me really appreciate how good sex is.  That's why I 
make sure ALL of my kids learn as early as possible.  Especially 
the girls.  I don't want any of them missing out on any of the 
pleasures I had.  It's the loving I got from my father during 
these early years, that made it so hard to accept his abuse of me 
later.  I mean, Dad fucking me from the time I turned 7, just 
made me all prepared to go the whole way, and even have his kids.  
Then, after all that loving, to have my own father treat me like 
that . . . well, what can I say?  Just that none of MY kids will 
ever be abused like I was.
     When I was about ten years old I learned that what Dad and I 
were doing was what made babies in little girls; even if I was 
too young back then to have one myself.  Once I learned THIS, 
fucking Dad began to have new meaning to me.  The thought that my 
own father loved me enough to want me to carry his babies was 
thrilling.  Only it turns out Dad was just a pervert . . . 
someone interested in having sex with a little girl, NOT the 
loving father I thought he was.  (Well, I TOLD you I was sexually 
abused.  Huh?  No, of course not!  Having sex is NOT abuse.  
Abuse, is when somebody gets hurt by what you do.)
     It was when I was twelve, that I first found out my father 
didn't really love me; he just liked to use my hole as a 
convenient receptacle to jack-off into.  If I sound bitter, I am.  
It was just past my twelfth birthday, when I had my first period.  
At first, I didn't notice any changes in Dad's actions around me.  
We still had sex almost every day; only after a month or two I 
began to notice that Dad had started pulling out a lot more often 
than he used to.  Oh, when I was younger, Dad would sometimes 
give me a bath in thick white sperm; squirting it all over my 
body.  Sometimes he liked to cum in my face (just for the looks) 
and a few times he just jacked-off into me, while I held my hole 
open so he could squirt inside it, instead of sliding his prick 
in me and doing it properly.  (Dad seemed to think there was 
something incredibly erotic about just squirting his seed into my 
hole, while not actually penetrating me.)







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     Only THIS was different.  Before, Dad would do this about 
once every month or two.  Now, he seemed to do it for several 
days in a row.  Eventually I noticed he seemed to pull out about 
every time for about a week each month.  It wasn't until almost 
five months had passed, that I figured it had something to do 
with my periods.  When I confronted my father, he admitted it!  
Yes, Dad admitted he was DELIBERATELY pulling out when he thought 
I had a chance of getting pregnant; wasting his seed on my tummy, 
so it wouldn't get inside me and make a baby.  I was devastated!  
Here I had thought my father loved me so much he was going to let 
me carry his child . . . and then he goes and cheats me of even 
having a chance!  I went to bed, and cried for what felt almost 
like a week.  That night, and for the next week or so, I just lay 
there and let Dad use my body to jack-off into, while I barely 
acknowledged his presence by squeezing his prick when he came 
inside me.
     After a while I got over it though . . . or at least I 
thought I did.  I had read some more about sex by that time; and 
realized that even with Dad pulling out during my "best" time, 
there was still a fairly good chance I might get PG anyway.  And 
besides, the books all pointed out that "coitus interruptus" was 
NOT a very reliable method of birth-control; so even with Dad 
pulling out and leaving the main thick heavy squirts of sperm on 
my tummy instead of inside my vagina where it belonged, there was 
STILL a fairly good chance I would get pregnant anyway.  I 
realized then that maybe Dad wasn't really cheating me after 
all . . . at least, until I was about thirteen years old.
     After about a year into puberty, my breasts had started to 
develop, my cunny had a nice coating of black hair, and my hips 
were widening . . . all signs that my body was getting ready for 
the thing that separates women from girls . . . having a baby.  
The fact that my first baby would be my own father's, was getting 
me so excited I could barely contain it without telling 
everybody.
     Then came that fateful day, when Dad got just too cruel.
     At first, I didn't notice anything different . . . oh, a 
slightly funny smell maybe.  Only that wasn't what got my 
attention.  I was right between periods, and THIS time it looked 
like Dad wasn't going to pull out!  I was SO happy!  Dad didn't.  
In fact, he seemed to take a lot longer than usual, thrusting 
himself fully into me, when he squirted his seed.  It was only 
afterwards when he pulled out that I noticed the slick covering 
on his prick, and the sagging bag hanging off the tip.  Dad had 
used a condom on me!  When I asked him about it, he explained 
that he was NOT getting his own daughter pregnant.
     That was the last straw.  It was bad enough having Dad pull 
out during my best time to catch . . . but to have him stick a 
rubber bag over his prick and cheat me of ALL chances of feeling 
him get me pregnant . . . I couldn't take it any more . . . I 
went and told Mom how Dad was treating me like a little girl, 
instead of a woman who wanted to have his child.






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     That night, Mom and Dad had the biggest argument I ever 
heard from either of them; and the next day Dad had left.  I had 
never realized how bad Mom would think it was, treating me like 
that; fucking me, but not letting me get pregnant with his baby.  
If I had, maybe I would have just put up with his abuse.  After 
all, having a baby isn't everything.  Dad STILL was a pretty good 
fuck; even if he did have all these funny hang-ups about getting 
his own little girl pregnant.  Mom though, explained how she was 
NOT going to have a man around the house that abused his own 
daughter like that, and nothing I could say would change her 
mind.  In fact, for some reason, the more I told her about how 
Dad had been fucking me for years, the more it seemed to make her 
certain he was abusing me by not giving me the child I wanted.  
She certainly seemed to just get angrier and angrier at Dad, 
whenever I mentioned how much I missed at least feeling him slide 
up inside me, even if I couldn't get pregnant.
     I guess Dad having treated me so nicely about sex all those 
years seemed to make it even worse (as far as Mom was concerned) 
when he started abusing me like that.  At least my telling her 
how much I had loved fucking Dad over the years kept her from 
calling the police and sending him jail.
     Well, Dad's loss was my uncle's gain.  Mom's little brother 
hadn't heard about me and Dad for over three days, before he was 
trying to seduce me.
     As for me, once I learned that my horny uncle didn't have 
any qualms about having full, bare, unprotected, vaginal sex with 
his own barely pubescent niece, I was hauling him into my bed, 
where he was soon ejaculating thick white gobs of incestuous 
sperm in my tummy where it belonged.  I was pregnant with my 
uncle's baby before the week was out.
     For some reason, Mom didn't catch on for two years to the 
torrid affair taking place between her daughter and little 
brother.  The first baby she thought was Dad's; which instead of 
mollifying her, once she thought he had gotten me pregnant 
anyway, like I wanted, seemed to make her even angrier at the 
thought he had done it by accident, instead of on purpose.
     Only Marvin and I knew exactly what we were doing, when he 
filled my 13, and then 14-year-old womb with his babies.  In 
fact, it was only when I was pregnant with his third kid, that 
Mom realized her horny little brother was spending an inordinate 
amount of time in my room, and found him pumping baby-juice in my 
tummy one afternoon.  By then, it was far too late for her to 
object; so Marvin and I were married a month later when I turned 
16 and could get married with my parents' permission.  Dad never 
raised an objection, and Mom insisted.  In fact, once she saw me 
safely married to my uncle, Mom seemed to have a change of heart 
with Dad, and they got back together not two weeks after the 
wedding.  I find it hard to believe; but I think maybe my mother 
was jealous of me, and all the sex I was getting from her 
husband!







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     As for me and my uncle?  Well, you never saw two happier 
people at the alter than us.  For the next 14 years Marvin and I 
popped out babies just as fast as we could; until today there are 
eight kids in the house, of which Marvin has fathered five on me 
(I'll explain the other three later).  With the oldest boy now 
twenty years old, and the youngest still in diapers, there's a 
full range of children in the house, and plenty of chances for 
incestual love like I was raised with.  I even think my husband 
might have succeeded in planting yet another kid in my tummy 
right now; so if we're lucky it will be almost as though any 
child he plants in Nancy will have a twin.
     Thinking of which . . . I felt between my daughter's legs, 
where it was gulping her father's thick prick.  I felt one, two, 
then three bulges in the tube on the bottom of my husband's 
penis, as he squirted inside her.  Unlike MY father, Marvin has 
no objections to having full sexual intercourse with his own 
daughter, and getting her pregnant with his babies.  At least OUR 
children won't be sexually abused like I was.
     By the time Nancy is ready to start college, Marvin should 
have fathered at least four or five kids on her, so she'll enjoy 
having as many of his babies stretching her cute little tummy  as 
she wants, just like I did.  When she comes back, Nancy can 
either marry one of the boys (since she doesn't have any uncles 
to marry like I did) or find somebody else to fuck, as she 
pleases.  At least our daughter had a proper start in life, 
instead of being sexually abused by her own father like I was.
     Twice during the night I was woken up by the bed jiggling, 
as my husband did his best to father a child on our little girl.  
My uncle is almost as horny as all three of our boys.  It was 
only after the third time of squirting his thick white cum in our 
daughter's belly, that Marvin finally lost his hard-on and slid 
out of the little girl's tight little hole with a slurp.
     This woke me up, so I had to go pee.  After making sure 
Nancy and Marvin were OK, and not dribbling cum all over the 
sheets, I went to the bathroom, and then took a small tour of the 
house to check on the rest of the family.
     Not surprisingly, the boys' bedroom was completely empty for 
the first night in six years.  Sherry and Cindy's bedroom (as 
expected) was NOT empty.  I looked in and found Jerry and Sam 
sleeping cuddled up to the two pre-teens.  Jerry was just lying 
cuddled up face-to-face with Sherry, while the slick look of his 
limp prick showed the boy had probably drained himself two or 
three times into the little girl's body.
     The older boy was cuddled up spoon fashion with the Cindy; 
his thick prick still half-buried in the child; and his pulse 
making slight ripples in the member, as if he was involuntarily 
pumping little gobs of sperm into his little sister while he 
slept.  The thought of the 18-year-old getting off in the little 
girl's 5-year-old tummy like that, was so erotic it was all I 
could do to keep from having an orgasm right there.  Well, it was 
obvious that the two boys would be keeping their little sisters' 
wombs adequately filled with incestuous sperm, just like they had 
Nancy's for almost four years now.  At least for a while I 
wouldn't have to worry about where the boys were having sex.



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     Still, that left four family members unaccounted for.  I 
knew Mike would NOT be sleeping in his little sister Nancy's old 
room, so that left one place.
     I was right.  The two youngest kids were sleeping soundly in 
the crib together, but the light was on, and the two remaining 
occupants were NOT sleeping.
     "Oooh, Papa please . . . it HURTS," came the plaintive 
whimper of the little 4-year-old.  I looked closer to be certain.  
Sure enough, my 20-year-old son was having full vaginal 
intercourse with his own daughter.  The striking difference 
between the full-grown man and the tiny little girl was both 
scary, and at the same time incredibly erotic.
     In spite of her whimpers of pain, it was obvious that this 
was NOT the first time for the two incestuous lovers; as no 
streak of red marred the slick member sinking into the little 
girl's body; and she only occasionally winced when the 20-year-
old boy struck bottom inside her overstretched little cunny.
     "Sorry, Hon; but Papa's got to cum, OK?"  In spite of his 
obviously horny condition, the older boy was not fucking the 
child with the same vigor he usually used on her older sister.  
It was only when he reached bottom in the little girl, that she 
winced each time, and it must have been an especially deep thrust 
that had brought on the complaint I heard.
     "Ow," she said, as her father made an particularly deep 
thrust.  "It's OK Papa, you can cum in me if you want to . . . I 
don't mind."  The little girl clenched her jaw shut determinedly, 
as my son stroked harder into our little girl.
     Mike must have been already cumming, when his daughter's 
words struck home.  Up to then, there had always been about an 
inch or two remaining outside the child, as Mike was just too big 
to get all six inches of prick inside her.  Only suddenly he 
jammed forward, and there wasn't ANY of his prick outside the 
little girl's slit.  When cumming, the older boy had obviously 
lost control, and just jammed himself in his child's belly as 
hard as he could.
     "Ow!" yelled Tina; then, "Oh please, Papa.  Oh please.  Oh 
please?"  The little girl's whimpers of pain were almost 
heartbreaking; but I knew better than to interrupt.  The child 
had to learn sometime to take her father's sperm inside her womb, 
and what better time than when she was young?  She'd just have to 
learn to stand the pain like I did when Dad first fucked me, and 
Nancy had that day when she first got gang-banged by all three of 
her brothers.
     The shuddering of the 20-year-old, as he almost covered the 
little girl's body with his, let me know the older boy was doing 
his best to father a baby on his own baby girl, even if she WAS 
only four years old.  To my shame, I almost wished he would 
succeed; even though having a child at that age would be very 
dangerous for such a young girl.
     Tina whimpered a little more, as her father's strokes into 
her body eased; and he finally rested with his sperm still oozing 
into his little girl's developing young womb.
     "Oh hi, Momma," she said; finally noticing me.  "Papa and I 
were practicing making a baby."



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     "And did you?" I asked; pleased at the little girl's 
acceptance of her father's fucking; making not one complaint to 
me about how much it hurt to take the older boy's swollen prick 
all the way up inside her tiny little vagina like that.
     "No," she said; wrinkling up her cute little nose in 
thought, "at least, I don't think so.  Papa says it'll probably 
be several years before he makes a baby in my tummy; but that 
doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying anyway."
     "That's good, Honey," I replied.  "Now you just keep on 
taking good care of your father like that, and maybe you'll get 
lucky sooner than you think, OK?"
     "OK, Momma."  The sweet voice and innocent acceptance of a 
little girl taking her own father's thick penis inside her body, 
so he could fill her little womb full of baby-making sperm, was 
SO delicious.  Damn, I'm so proud of my kids.
     Mike could barely groan, as he rolled off his little girl; 
and then lay there panting with his thick prick still buried 
inside the little girl.  The child's tight little hole was just 
TOO tight to let her father go easily.  Two minutes later the boy 
was snoring softly; his prick STILL leaking cum in his daughter 
as they lay face-to-face.  Tina just snuggled up to the older 
boy; not even trying to remove the thick member from inside her 
body.  A tiny streak of red showed that if Mike HAD torn the 
little girl inside when he slid his prick into her uterus, the 
tear was small, and not likely to cause the child any trouble.  
Tomorrow I'd look closer to be sure; but as long as she wasn't 
bleeding like a stuck virgin, then it could wait.  I reached for 
the covers, and pulled them up over my little girl and her big 
brother/father.
     "Thanks, Momma," she murmured sleepily; snuggling even 
closer to the older boy sot that half an inch or her father's 
half-hard prick slid a little farther inside her.  Tina whimpered 
a little; then pushed forward determinedly until the entire 
length of Mike's penis had vanished inside her tight little slit, 
before adjusting her body a little closer to her father so she 
would be more comfortable when she fell asleep.  I guess my 
daughter wanted to be sure that if Mike had a wet-dream during 
the night, that it wouldn't leak out of her and be wasted.
     I leaned over and gave my little girl a kiss; and then 
watched for almost ten minutes until she fell asleep, just like 
her father was.  The knowledge that my little girl would be 
spending the entire night with her own father's thick white cum 
oozing into her tiny little womb; held inside her by the thick 
plug of the boy's penis, was SO erotic.  If I hadn't already 
climaxed twice, I probably would have again.
     Once the child was asleep, I checked on the other two 
occupants of the room.  As expected, the 3-year-old boy and his 
little sister were still sleeping soundly.  The sound of their 
older sister getting soundly fucked hadn't disturbed the two 
toddlers at all.  I pulled the covers back to be sure the bed 
wasn't wet; though Danny hasn't wet the bed in over a year, and 
Lisa has just stopped.  Still, we keep a rubber cover on the 
mattress and a THICK pad over it, just to be sure.  That way both 
kids can sleep together naked, without pants, panties, or diapers 
between them.


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     I rolled the two kids closer together, and placed pillows to 
hold them together with their genitals just touching.  Danny had 
a slight hard-on, so I placed it between his little sister's 
cunny-lips, before covering them up.
     That wasn't quite satisfying enough though; so I walked back 
to the two incestuously coupled children in the other bed, and 
uncovered them so I could dip one finger in the white ooze slowly 
seeping from around the boy's prick where it was embedded in his 
little girl's sex.  Then covering the two kids back up, I took my 
cum-slippery finger and used it to lubricate the tiny hole 
between Lisa's legs, before pushing the two children even closer 
together, and again fixing them in place with the two big 
pillows.
     This time almost a quarter inch of the little boy's penis 
slid into his little sister, and the boy began making involuntary 
copulating motions in his sleep; sliding almost half an inch of 
his tiny prick in and out of the little girl's body.  While it 
will probably be at least another year or two before Lisa gets 
old enough for Danny to break her cherry and have full sexual 
intercourse with his little sister, I want the two kids to get 
used to having their genitals touch each other as early and as 
intimately as possible.  After all, even if they do accidentally 
start out a little early, then I won't be all THAT disappointed.
     Unlike the older girls, I plan on mating the two children to 
each other, instead of their fathers.  Everybody in the family 
has agreed, including their fathers, so we're all working to make 
it happen.  It seems that growing up with a little sister to 
fuck, whenever and wherever you want, is just as big a fantasy 
with my sons and husband, as it is with me.  Hopefully Danny and 
Lisa won't ever remember a time they were NOT having sex 
together; unlike the years of sexual frustration the three older 
boys had before I took pity on them and let them breed me, in the 
four years before their little sister got old enough to take over 
the job.  (Of course, once Mike had gotten me pregnant with his 
own little sister, it wasn't fair to the two younger boys to not 
allow them the same privilege . . . even though all three boys 
were getting plenty of sex from their little sister by then.)
     After covering the two kids up, I returned to my bed . . . 
just in time to observe my husband climb on top of Nancy, while 
she spread her legs in eager acceptance.  It seems my getting up 
had woken first Marvin, then his playing with her body had woken 
Nancy.  Being quite used to being molested at various times 
during the night by her big brothers, the 10-year-old happily 
spread her legs for her father; welcoming his lovemaking just 
like she had for so many years from the boys.  I watched as my 
husband's thick prick vanished to the hilt in our little girl's 
sucking young slit, while the child wrapped her arms around the 
man and worked almost as hard as I usually do to get him to cum 
inside her.  "Please Daddy, Please?"  Her whimpers of sexual 
arousal were almost as plaintive as her 4-year-old little 
sister's had been, but I knew THIS little girl just wanted to get 
off; not have her father just get off in her, then get off her 
body.




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     The gulping squeeze of the child's tiny hole milking on my 
husband's prick just emphasized the eagerness the little girl had 
to feel her own father ejaculating his thick white sperm inside 
her barely pubescent young body.
     Having cum already three times, Marvin was having a hard 
time working up a fourth; while being stimulated by fucking three 
times in a row had just made my little girl that much hornier.  
With a screech, Nancy began throwing her body at her father; 
while I could tell her little cunny was clamping and squeezing on 
the man's prick, fit to chew it off.  I recognized my little 
girl's cry of orgasm, from hearing it so many times before from 
down the hall in the room she had previously shared with her 
three brothers.  It was only when Nancy had slowed down; 
dreamingly working her tight little cunny on and off her father's 
bare quivering prick, that Marvin was able to finally do HIS 
thing.  With a bellow that echoed the earlier screech of the 
little girl, my husband sank his prick to the root in our little 
girl's tight little hole and began filling our daughter's sucking 
young womb with the thick white stuff that makes babies in little 
girls like her.  While this time I couldn't reach far enough to 
FEEL it, I was able to see several bulges ripple through my 
husband's prick, as he ejaculated his sperm in our daughter's 
body where it belonged.  Both my husband and daughter were doing 
everything two people could to get her father to reproduce inside 
her.  God, I wish MY father had loved me like that.
     Eventually the two incestuous lovers collapsed in each 
other's arms, and drifted off to sleep . . . still sexually 
connected.  I covered up the two of them, and drifted off to 
sleep myself; secure in the knowledge that none of our children 
will ever have to go through the pain that I did, and that my 
husband would father as many children on our daughter as the 
little girl wanted.  I had long ago resolved that nobody in my 
house was ever going to have sex hurt them like my father had 
used it to hurt me.  Unlike MY father, as long as Nancy holds 
still for it, my horny uncle is going to pump as many babies in 
our daughter's sexy young belly as it can hold.
     Some people claim that victims of sexual abuse tend to be 
sexual abusers themselves.  Well, I'm going to prove them wrong!  
As you can see, I'm making sure that ALL of my kids grow up with 
a healthy normal attitude towards sex, just like the older ones 
did . . . enjoying sex; not missing out on anything . . . 
including the best part of all . . . having kids of their own.  
It's too bad I didn't start the boys out sooner, like I did their 
little sister; but that's more lack of imagination on my part 
than trying to deny my sons the pleasure of having sex with their 
own mother until their little sister got big enough to fuck.  At 
least Nancy got an early start; though from the look of things 
not all that early.  I hope she forgives me for not starting her 
earlier.  As it was, it was a toss-up whether I should start her 
earlier, or the child might get ruptured by her eldest brother's 
16-year-old prick, if I DID start her early.  While I don't want 
any of my girls missing out on sex, I don't want them hurt 
either.




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     I think all things considered, I did fairly good job of 
seeing to it that my little girl got fucked as early as possible, 
so she wouldn't feel left out and abused by not having sex like 
other girls do.  I'm fairly sure that if I had started Nancy 
fucking her three brothers at five, like I was tempted to, the 
oldest boy would have split the little girl wide open; and that 
would have been sexual-abuse of a different kind.  As it was, she 
was only sore for a week or two.
     You can bet that after my horrible experience with my 
father, that I'll be damned sure that none of MY kids are ever 
sexually abused like I was.














































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