                         Taking Chances
                         An Erotic Story

     I can't believe we did that.
     It's bad enough, that Marlene and I are fucking at all, but 
there?  Talk about taking chances!  If my wife had figured out 
what was going on. . .
     Still, in a way there wasn't much chance of that.  Joan just 
doesn't THINK of things in a sexual manner.  Her mind has stopped 
associating things with sex.  In the 13 years since we got 
married, Joan's interest in sex has dropped from lukewarm to 
nonexistent.
     No, I don't mean that we never fuck.  Joan still lets me 
fuck her at least twice a week, and sometimes even oftener.  But 
she only does it because she loves me, and she feels it's her 
"duty" to keep me from crawling the walls from sexual 
frustration.
     Yes, I said she loves me.  I still love her too.  That's why 
we're still married after all these years.  That and Marlene.
     Ours is not one of those frozen relationships you hear 
about, where the wife is frigid, and hates having to "put up" 
with her husband's sexual advances.  No, Joan dowsn't "hate" sex, 
she just isn't interested.  She doesn't mind fucking, it just 
doesn't do anything for her.  It does for me, so she makes a 
point of trying to see that I get laid often enough to keep from 
being too frustrated.  She does it because she loves me, and I do 
things for her, for the same reason.  Sometimes I know that she 
would be just as glad if she could send me off to see some other 
woman for my sex.  As long as she didn't lose me by doing so.  
Well, in a way, her wish has come true.  Only the "other woman" 
who has no intention of stealing me away, is our own daughter: 
Marlene.
     When we first married, Joan seemed to like fucking almost as 
much as I do.  Almost.  She hadn't seemed to like fucking, so 
much as being fucked.  She never played with herself, and I'm not 
really sure if she ever came or not.  For sure, she never 
complained.  Oral sex never interested her.  Neither giving, nor 
receiving it.  Still, it always seemed to make her so happy to 
feel me jerking and grunting on top of her, as I squirted her 
sexy little tummy full of thick sticky sperm.
     Then, about three years after Marlene was born, she seemed 
to lose interest in even that.  I guess it might have had 
something to do with the fact that it was about that time we 
found out that she couldn't have any more kids.  For a while, we 
had discussed adopting, but we both loved each other so much, we 
just couldn't bear the thought of raising another child that 
wasn't part of both of us.
     I guess that's one reason we both spoil Marlene so 
shamelessly.  Not that she ACTS spoiled.  It's just that we can 
never quite resist giving her whatever she wants. . . (Like a 
cunny full of her own father's thick prick, or a belly full of 
his incestuous seed.  I just couldn't say no.  Especially, when I 
was just as horny as she was.)
     How it happened, is still a bit blurry to me.



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     Just one day, I was jacking off, with no idea that Marlene 
was still in the house, and my daughter was doing the same.  
Marlene heard me making funny noises, and came to investigate.
     There I was naked on the bed; she was naked; and before you 
know it, we were one big nasty; as my little 9-year-old girl slid 
down my engorged prick like a monkey on a pole; ripping her 
virginity with scarcely a thought as to the consequences.  We 
were both too horny to give a damn.
     Obviously, Marlene gets her hot nature from me, not my wife.  
In all our years together, Joan has NEVER come on to me the way 
my daughter did that day.  (And almost every day since, for that 
matter.)
     That first day, it all happened too fast.  Before either of 
us really knew what we were doing, I felt my little 9-year-old 
girl's tight little cunny go into spasms around my invading 
prick; squeezing the cum out of me like toothpaste out of a tube.  
At that moment, we were both too involved to even THINK about 
protection, or birth-control.  It was only afterwards, when I 
looked over at my little girl; her bare little cunny-lips still 
oozing big white gobs of my incestuous sperm, that I realized 
what a chance we had been taking.
     Marlene was NOT on the pill (Joan would have had fits at the 
very idea.) and I knew that she had been having periods for over 
6 months, as I had to buy the pads and lately the tampons for 
her.  It had been a little over 2 weeks since her period, that 
first time, but we were lucky.  In spite of picking the best time 
of month to get pregnant, Marlene didn't "catch" that time.  
<Whew!>  Anyway, once we realized what had happened, from then on 
we took precautions.
     The first time, since I had already squirted a full helping 
of baby-making cum inside her anyway, we decided to just take our 
chances that night, and we had three more wonderful fucks, with 
my bare prick spurting wildly into her eagerly accepting, 
unprotected young womb.  After that first time however, I got a 
supply of prophylactics, and we used them religiously.
     No, it didn't feel as good; but it was better than her 
ending up with a big belly.  I don't know HOW I would have 
explained that to Joan.   Only twice since then, in the last 6 
months, had we "taken a chance" when Marlene had just gotten over 
her period, and "done it for real."
     God, did my little girl's tight little cunny feel good 
squeezing on my bare quivering prick, while I filled her tummy 
with white sticky cream.  Most of the times she was supposedly 
"safe" we just hadn't been able to "get together."  Besides, we 
both knew it was risky even then.  We both knew that SOME girls 
got pregnant, even during their periods.  Still, it was fairly 
safe.  We both enjoyed the feel of my sperm actually spurting 
inside her so much, that the slight risk of pregnancy just added 
to the thrill.  If we hadn't been able to do it then, we probably 
would have risked it anyway.  Thank goodness there were SOME 
times in the month, when we could do it with minimal risk.
     Well, things had been going fine. . . Both of us getting all 
the sex we both needed; with no sign of Marlene getting pregnant.  
Then we went on vacation.



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     It was about six days, after we started, that things came to 
a head.  From sex two or three times a day, with the sexiest 
little 10-year-old girl in six counties; and sex about twice a 
week from my still lovely wife as well; it had dropped to 
nothing.  Yes nothing. . . A flat zero.
     Marlene and I couldn't get together alone.  My wife was with 
us all the time.  (She was SUPPOSED to be.  After all, it was HER 
vacation too.)  To top it all off, I couldn't even get any from 
Joan.  It's not that my wife wouldn't have been willing to 
accommodate me, it's just that she didn't want Marlene to see.
     What a joke.  Marlene has probably had about as much sex in 
the past six months, as my wife has had in the same number of 
years.  Still, Joan was worried that we might shock or "corrupt" 
the little girl, if she accidentally saw us fucking.  It would 
have been hysterical, if it wasn't so damned frustrating.
     Of course, I don't DARE tell Joan the truth: That her little 
girl not only would NOT be shocked to see us fuck, but would 
probably be turned on by it, and I'm fairly sure would not only 
like to watch, but to join in herself.
     by the third day, I could tell that Marlene was getting as 
frustrated as I was.  What had seemed like a cute idea before we 
started: Marlene only bringing short little dresses and mini-
skirts, so that I could occasionally look up her dress, and see 
her panties while she was in the back seat, had turned out to be 
a BIG mistake.  It was driving us both horny out of our minds.  
Me from seeing her so sexy and willing and unavailable; and her 
from knowing I was looking.  I knew my daughter was spending half 
her time with her legs crossed, and I knew she wasn't sleeping 
very good at night either.  There wasn't much either of us could 
do.  I mean, we both love her mother too much to take a chance on 
her finding out that her husband and 10-year-old daughter were 
having an affair.  It isn't Joan's fault that she doesn't enjoy 
sex as much as we do.  Finding us involved in a sexual 
relationship, would probably destroy our happy home, and neither 
Marlene nor I wanted to chance that.  That's why I can't believe 
we did what we did.

     I guess my prick and my daughter's hot little pussy took 
control of our brains that day.  After almost a week of no sex, 
my prick was a constant hard-on, that made it almost impossible 
to pee in the morning.
     Marlene must have been equally frustrated.  Anyway, my mind 
must have been floating in sex-hormones, to agree with my horny 
little girl's suggestion.
     At the time however, it seemed like an almost brilliant 
idea.  For sure, I didn't raise any objections.  Once Marlene had 
suggested the idea, I went along the whole way.  So I really 
can't just blame her.
     Up to that time my wife and I had been taking turns driving, 
with the non-driving partner in the passenger seat of the car; 
while Marlene kept company with the cooler and other junk in the 
back.  Quite often the little girl would sleep, while one or the 
other of us drove.  My wife knew I was suffering; but had no idea 
just how much.



                                3


     Not being horny herself, she couldn't appreciate how doing 
without for so long, and seeing my daughter sleeping in the back, 
with her panties pulled right up into her tight little snatch was 
driving me right up the wall with suppressed need.  When she 
thought that Marlene was sleeping, Joan once told me that she 
would "make it up to me" when we got back from vacation.
     If anything, that just made me hornier.  I knew that my wife 
would actually try to keep her promise.  (She always did.)  So, 
to know that the sexy woman sitting next to me (looking sexier 
yet, with each passing hour) would be willing to relieve the 
pressure in my balls, if only we could be alone; and to top it 
off, the little girl in the back seat, would be only too glad to 
do the same thing, if SHE could just be alone with me, was 
frustration compounded.  I guess that's why I went along with 
Marlene's suggestion.
     At first, I was scared; but the thought of how my little 
girl's tight little hole would feel, sucking the big load of cum 
I'd been saving up for days got to be to much for me.  I agreed.
     It was about half an hour later, that the act began.

     Marlene was lying in the back seat, ostensibly asleep, when 
she started whimpering.  Since I had just "swapped off" the 
driving with my wife at the last stop, where Marlene had come up 
with this idea, I turned around to see what was the matter.  Our 
daughter was lying in the back, eyes-closed, and shivering as if 
in fear.  I happened to know that it wasn't fear, but sexual 
frustration, that was making the little 10-year old shiver, but 
the illusion was pretty damn good.
     "What's the matter, Honey," I asked.
     Marlene didn't answer.  She just shivered all the harder, 
and curled up in a tight little ball.  By this time, my wife was 
becoming somewhat distracted by all this, and started to pull the 
car over to the side of the road.  Luckily, we were on a fairly 
deserted two-lane road at the time.  (Well actually, Marlene had 
waited until the road was deserted just for this.)  Just about 
the time the car came to a crunching stop, Marlene let out a 
screech that almost deafened us.  "Daddy, Daddy don't let 
them. . . AieeeeEEEKK!"  Her eyes flipped open, and she almost 
jumped at me, but the seat-belt and shoulder-harness held her in 
place.
     "Daddy, don't let them get me," she whimpered, as I managed 
to get her untangled, and the little girl wrapped her arms around 
my neck in a stranglehold.  My daughter's actions almost had MY 
heart aching for her, and I knew it was only an act.  My wife 
must have felt incredibly sorry for her little girl.  We both 
hated to make Joan hurt for her little girl this way, but we 
hadn't been able to come up with a more convincing scenario, that 
would produce the desired results.
     By this time, Marlene seemed to be waking up, and figured 
out that it was just a dream.  "Daddy," she said, "can I stay up 
here with you?"  She had already climbed in my lap, spreading her 
legs around mine, and was resting her head on my shoulders.  
"Please Daddy?" she repeated.




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     I looked over at my wife.  Joan looked back at me.
     "I suppose," I said.  "Here, let me get a blanket, and I'll 
cover us both with it, and then settle the seat-belt around us."
     Soon we were both wrapped up in the blanket, with my arms 
wrapped comfortingly around my daughter's body.  Except for her 
head, resting comfortably on my shoulder, the little girl was 
completely covered by the blanket.  Underneath the blanket 
however, her fingers were quite busy.
     At the last rest-stop, Marlene had removed her panties, and 
I had slipped both my cock and balls out through the gap in my 
shorts, and unzipped my pants.  By carefully walking back to the 
car, no one had noticed that my fly was unzipped.  If they HAD 
noticed, I would have just acted slightly embarrassed, and zipped 
up.  With only a slight wiggle on my part, Marlene's hot little 
hand managed to get my pre-cum dribbling penis out of the pants, 
and pushing up against her tiny little slit where we both were so 
eager to get it inside.  Marlene pretended to go to sleep.
     I looked over at my wife.  She looked back at me; then at 
Marlene and gave a shrug.  If we were comfortable in our cramped 
position, Joan seemed to figure it was our problem.  With a grind 
of gears, the car started moving again.
     For almost 10 minutes, the two of us didn't dare do 
anything, until we figured that Joan was ignoring the two 
sleeping people in the next seat.  Yes, I was pretending to sleep 
too.  Not that I could have.  The feel of my little girl's slit 
rubbing against the head of my prick, as my daughter tried to 
capture it without using her hands was almost enough to make me 
spurt thick sticky cum all over her belly, and spoil it for both 
of us.  Finally, Marlene reached down with her far-side hand so 
her mother wouldn't notice, and placed the head of my prick right 
up against her hot little hole.
     Damn!  It wouldn't go in.  Pre-cum was dribbling down the 
sides like ice-cream melting off a cone on a hot day, but the top 
of my prick was still dry.  As was the top of her otherwise 
creaming little slit.  On any NORMAL day, we would have just 
swabbed my prick up and down just ONCE, and we would both have 
been nicely lubricated.  This time, we didn't dare risk the 
movement.  We both just kept pushing; gritting our teeth, until 
the head of my prick suddenly snapped inside my daughter.
     "OW," I said, involuntarily, while Marlene sucked in her 
breath at the unexpected pain.
     "Something wrong?" asked my wife, looking at us worriedly.
     "No, just this <Ugh> darn seat-belt," I grumbled, using the 
excuse of readjusting the harness to slip the head of my prick 
out of my daughter, and then back in, to spread some lubrication 
around.  This time, almost half my cock slid up inside my little 
girl.  I couldn't believe it:  I was actually fucking my own 
daughter, while my wife was sitting right next to us, driving the 
car.  The very thought was so erotic, that I almost came right 
then.  I grit my teeth, and somehow managed to hold on.







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     After a couple more fake "adjustments" I found myself 
holding my little girl, while my fat cock was buried all the way 
up inside her tight little hole.  We didn't DARE fuck, but we 
both lay there, enjoying the pleasure of being mated, while my 
cock dribbled pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's belly.
     For almost a half hour we did this; while the miles passed, 
and we both pretended to be sleeping.  Finally, it got to be too 
much for Marlene, and she started to have another "nightmare"; 
squirming on top of me, as she writhed through a climax that had 
her tight little cunny squeezing on my prick in a way that no man 
could resist.
     I looked over at my wife, and shrugged.  She had noticed 
(How could she NOT notice?) our little girl's squirming under the 
blanket, but didn't say anything.  I almost bit my tongue, to 
keep from groaning with sexual satisfaction, as my prick 
exploded, and I emptied my prostate in my little girl's womb.  
Pulse after thick sticky pulse of my potent sperm spat out of my 
throbbing prick, and into the welcoming belly of my own daughter.  
It felt so GOOD, to let that stored-up load of baby-making seed 
go.  Right where it belonged, too.
     As my squirts slowed to just dribbles of incestuous sperm 
leaking into my daughter's tight little hole, and Marlene's 
frantic squeezes died down from ones that threatened to pull my 
cock off, to just a warm friendly milking of the last sticky 
drops into her hungry vagina, I opened my eyes and looked over at 
my wife, who was looking back.  For a second, I was worried that 
Joan knew what was going on, but she didn't say anything.  She 
just shrugged herself, and swung the car back onto the road from 
the shoulder where she had stopped, as she watched Marlene suffer 
through another "nightmare."  God, was that close!
     It was about this time, that I suddenly realized what I had 
just done.  During the trip, I hadn't brought along any condoms, 
because I was both scared that Joan might find them, and also 
figured (fairly correctly) that Marlene and I wouldn't have a 
chance to use them anyway.  Well, any NORMAL chance.  This was 
certainly not a normal situation.  Now I had just emptied my 
balls of my virile baby-making cum, right up inside my own 
daughter's tight little hole.  At that moment, my sperm was 
probably wriggling its way up inside her, is search of her 
waiting eggs, and I couldn't even pull out of her, to let it 
drain out.  SHIT!  And Marlene's period had been just a little 
over two weeks ago.  If I had been TRYING to get my little girl 
pregnant, I couldn't have picked a better time.  Double-shit.  
Talk about taking chances!
     I looked over at my wife; now driving the car, but still 
aware of her two "sleeping" charges.  A small smile was on her 
face, and I could tell that she was feeling happy about 
something.  Probably she just loved the two of us, and was happy 
to see us both so comfortable together.  I wondered just how 
happy she would be, if she realized just HOW comfortably we were 
fitting together at that moment.  I shuddered at the very 
thought.  WHAT a chance we had been taking.  And I STILL didn't 
dare pull my now-softened prick out of Marlene.




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     The relaxation and release of sexual tension, combined with 
the continuing drone of the car, as Joan continued to put mile 
after mile of empty highway behind us was too much.  I fell 
asleep, with my prick still buried in my little girl's tight 
little snatch; still dribbling an occasional drop of incestuous 
seed in her tight little belly.
     I must have slept for over an hour.  It's a wonder that the 
blanket didn't slip off; revealing the way my little girl was 
sitting spraddle-legged on her own father, with his big cock 
right up inside her pre-teenaged crack.  Luckily, it didn't.  At 
least Joan never squawked about anything; so I presume it didn't.
     When I woke up, I was already getting hard again.  Marlene 
was still sleeping (For real, this time.) but her tight little 
cunny was squeezing on my prick with a regularity that was almost 
impossible to resist.  I didn't want to anyway.  Having already 
cum inside her once, I figured, "What damage will it do, if I cum 
in her again?  If she's going to get pregnant, she probably 
already is."
     I couldn't help myself.  The warm squeezing tightness of my 
little girl's cunny was too much.  Lying there sleeping with my 
prick still warmly ensconced in her tight little slit; Marlene 
was STILL the sexiest creature on Earth.  She didn't even have to 
move.  Just knowing that my cock was all the way up inside her, 
leaking my dangerous baby-making seed in her womb, was more than 
my overstimulated mind could take.
     My dick not only rose to attention and expanded in my 
daughter's vagina, (Bringing faint whimpers of satisfaction from 
the little girl, as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled by 
her own father's cock while she slept.) but once it had reached 
full engorgement, the tickling sensation of my daughter's cervix 
poking against the tip made it explode with still another wave of 
thick sticky cum.  I just lay there, as wave after wave of 
release ran through my body, and my balls emptied themselves into 
my little girl's 10-year-old body.  I couldn't have pulled out 
now, without drawing attention to the very thing I was trying to 
hide.
     To tell the truth, I didn't want to.  Even the thought that 
Marlene might get pregnant, was more of a turn-on, than a real 
worry.  Bulge after bulge of thick sticky cum rippled through the 
base of my prick, before being forcefully injected into my 
sleeping daughter's unprotected young womb.  It felt so GOOD to 
let that rusty load of baby-juice go.
     Finally, my frantic spurts died down to just trickles and 
then just a slow drip from the end of my penis.  Gradually, my 
cock lost its stiffness, and slowly retreated until it could no 
longer remain inside Marlene.  We had done it!  Somehow, we had 
not only fucked ONCE, but TWICE.  All this, while sitting right 
next to my wife while she drove the car.  "Whoo," I thought, "we 
made it!"
     Too soon.  It was right about then, that the unexpected 
happened.  When my cock slipped out of my sleeping little girl's 
tight little cunny, it was followed by a flood of mixed sperm and 
little-girl cum.  Suddenly, my pants were soaking-wet in front, 
and the unmistakable smell of sex permeated the car.  My hair 
stood on end.  No WAY could even Joan miss this.


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     She didn't.  I looked over and saw my wife staring at me.  
"Oh Shit," I said.
     Marlene shifted into a more comfortable position, now that 
my cock was no longer holding her pinned in place at the hips.  
At the same time, my soaking-wet prick finished its retreat back 
into my pants.  "Too late," I thought.
     Joan looked at me, with a strange expression on her face.  
"You just came in your pants, didn't you?" she asked.
     My face flamed red.  I didn't DARE tell her that I had not 
only cum all over my pants; but even as we spoke my thick sticky 
sperm was dripping out of our daughter's vagina, adding to the 
mess in my lap.  I hung my head in embarrassment.  Far better 
that she think me a pervert for cumming in my pants, than her 
knowing what had REALLY happened.
     "It's OK," My wife reassured me.  "I saw her earlier; 
rubbing herself against you.  It's a wonder you didn't cum back 
then."
     My jaw gaped in astonishment.  Was this really MY wife?
     For the next two hours we drove like that.  After a while, 
my prick resurrected; rubbing against my 10-year old daughter's 
smooth little tummy.  I didn't dare do anything, now that my 
wife's attention had been drawn.  So for the next hour or two, my 
cock was stimulated, but I couldn't do any thing but smile at the 
delicious sensations.  It's a wonder I didn't cum again.  Marlene 
woke up just in time for us to stop for supper, before we 
continued on.  Not very far this time.  Only far enough to find a 
Motel for the night.  My wife could see that I was in no shape to 
drive, even though I had been in the passenger-seat for the last 
four hours.

     "I'll go check," Said Joan, as she pulled the car into the 
Motel parking lot.
     "I'll come too," I said.  I could barely keep my eyes open.
     "What's the matter, Big Boy, don't trust me to negotiate?"
     What could I say?  If my wife wanted to show off her 
bargaining powers, I wasn't going to object.  Besides, a 
beautiful woman quite often got bargains that a guy like me never 
would.  Anyway, I was tired.  "Go to it," I said.
     I watched my wife crunch through the gravel towards the 
lighted doorway.  It seemed like only two seconds later, but the 
clock on the dash had advanced over 10 minutes, when I was awoke 
by my wife opening the car door.
     "Jerk didn't want to rent it to me," she grumbled.  
"Personally, I think he was just trying to get a good look down 
my blouse."
     "Did you give him one?" I asked with a grin.
     Joan looked at me sourly.  "We'll just have to make-do with 
what we got," she said.
     "You mean, you didn't get a room?"  I was almost too tired 
to be angry.
     "Oh, we got a room all right," observed Joan.  "It's just 
that there's only one bed.  We'll all have to sleep together."





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     At first, I was going to object, but then the horny 
possibilities made me shut up.  I guess the stimulation of my 
daughter's bare belly rubbing against my bare cock for over two 
hours had made me think with my prick, instead of my head.
     There's no WAY I'd be able to do anything with Joan, with 
Marlene in the same bed,  And as for doing anything with 
Marlene. . . There's no way that my wife wouldn't know if I 
tried.  I was right.
     After a quick shower, and brushing our teeth, we all climbed 
into bed.  I was surprised when I ended up in the middle.  I had 
really expected my wife to assume that position, for propriety's 
sake, if for no other reason.  Damn.  And Marlene had chosen an 
outfit to wear to bed, that seemed just designed to torment me.  
A little pink-lace teddy, that barely covered her ass when she 
stood up.  When she got in bed next to me. . . Whew!  Naturally, 
she had picked THIS night to not wear any panties either.  And my 
wife didn't say a word. . . Until much later.

     No matter how I tried, I couldn't get to sleep.  Lying naked 
between two sexy females, either one of which would fuck me if 
they could, but neither of whom would while the other was there, 
was too stimulating.  Tired as I was, my erection just wouldn't 
go down.  It kept rubbing up against either one sexy little ass, 
or the other.  No matter WHICH way I turned, was a delectable 
female body.
     Marlene had dropped off to sleep almost immediately.  I had 
assumed that Joan did the same, until her whisper jerked me back 
fully awake, from my daydream where I was able to slip my swollen 
prick right up inside my sleeping little girl, instead of just 
rubbing it against her sexy little butt.
     "Have you got a hard-on?" whispered Joan.
     Does a bear shit in the woods?  Is the Pope catholic?  After 
having my prick rubbing against my sexy little girl's smooth 
tummy for hours, then having her warm little butt rubbing against 
me, while lying in bed; my prick was hard enough to drive nails 
with.
     "Here," said my wife, reaching over me and lifting Marsh's 
leg.  "Put it between her legs.  That way, it won't bother you so 
much."
     Well, maybe my prick was no longer strained by being bent 
out of shape, but the feeling of the sleeping little girl's slit 
rubbing against the top of my prick did anything BUT "relieve the 
tension."  If anything, my prick got even harder, and ached worse 
than before.
     I couldn't believe my own wife had done this.  THIS was the 
woman who showed almost no interest whatever in sex?  This same 
woman who now seemed to be actually TRYING to get me to seduce 
our little 10-year-old girl.  Or maybe, she was trying to get our 
little girl to seduce ME.  I wasn't sure which, by now.








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     If I had found the previous hard to believe, the next thing 
just blew me away.
     "Why don't you slide it in and out between her legs a 
little," she said, "and rub it up against her crack, while you 
do."
     Joan WAS trying to get me to "make out" with Marlene!!!  I 
couldn't believe it, but I did it anyway.
     After a while, the stimulation of sliding my prick in and 
out between my little girl's legs was too much.  "Oh God, I'm 
going to cum," I groaned.  I fully expected Joan to stop me, as I 
continued, "I'd better stop before I. . ."
     "Oh God yes," she said.  "You don't want to get it all over 
the bed. . . Here:"
     I had thought I was past astonishement, when I found out 
what the real thing was.  My wife reached over me; grabbed my 
pre-cum dribbling prick; and rubbed the slippery head against our 
daughter's pouting cunny-lips.  "Now push," she commanded.
     "I was almost in shock from surprise, but I did it anyway.  
The head of my prick slipped into my little girl's tight belly 
with a slight "pop".
     "There," said Joan with satisfaction, "Now you won't get it 
all over the sheets."
     I don't know about the sheets, but I sure was about to 
squirt about a gallon of sperm all over the inside of my 
daughter's vagina.  The feeling of the tight ring at the entrance 
to my daughter's cunny, slipping like a rubber-band down over the 
head of my prick, was increadibly good.
     Feeling the head of my prick "pop" inside her, woke up 
Marlene for a second.
     "Uh, Momma. . . what?" she murmured, sleepily.
     "Ssshh.  It's OK Honey.  Go back to sleep," soothed Joan.  
"It's just your father getting you pregnant."
     "OK Momma, if you say so," replied Marlene, as she snuggled 
back at me.
     Hearing this was a shock, like a blow to the back of the 
head.  My wafe actually wanted. . . no, EXPECTED me to impregnate 
my own daughter!  I couldn't help myself.  I did it.
     Wave after wave of release swept through me, as I let my 
little girl have every drop of sperm I had been building up for 
hours.  It felt almost like I was pissing sperm in my little 
girl, as I just lay there and let it flow.
     Joan looked at me, and then at our sleeping daughter, with 
my prick holding my potent seed bottled up in her tight little 
hole like a cork in a bottle.  "Good," she said, in a satisfied 
tone.  "Make sure you pull out, before she wakes up in the 
morning.  She'll probably think it was all just a dream.  At 
least, until her pants get tight anyway.  Maybe tomorrow night we 
can do it again, to make sure."
     Oh my Lord!  I was right.  Joan DID expect me to father a 
child on our unsuspecting little girl.  Or was that "EXpecting" 
little girl?  for sure, it wouldn't be a big surprise to Marlene, 
if her panties got tight.  I began to wonder, "Just who was 
fooling whom?"




                                10


     It took me a while, but I finally figured it out.  SEX 
didn't interest Joan.  Having babies did.  If she couldn't have 
them herself, then she was quite willing to let her daughter 
carry them for her.
     The next day, I asked her.  It turned out that I was right.  
Joan had originally wanted at LEAST four children.  "Just think," 
she said, "if we had three more little girls right now, you could 
be getting all THREE of them pregnant as well.  Of course, it's 
not too late yet.  Who knows, maybe Marlene's kids will all be 
girls."
     My prick ached at the very thought.  I guess sometimes it 
DOES pay to "take chances".  Even if you get caught.
     The next morning I woke up with my prick still tucked up 
inside my daughter's tight little hole.  Regretfully, I pulled 
out with a slight little "pop."  Barely a trickle of cum dribbled 
out.  My daughter's cunny must have absorbed almost every drop of 
sperm that I had left inside her the night before.
     Marlene must have felt me pull out.  "Thanks Daddy," she 
murmured, sleepily.
     "Nnnnn.  Thank you," I murmured in reply, as I nuzzled her 
neck.  Damn she smelled good!
     About this time, Joan started to wake up, so we had to pull 
apart before I found myself getting carried away and my wife got 
suspicious.  Though, after that incredible scene last night, I 
wondered if Joan would mind at all, if I started fucking our 
daughter right in front of her.
     I decided I'd better not chance it, and let Joan proceed 
with HER little fantasy at her own pace.  Actually, I couldn't 
wait to see what she was going to try next.  That is, if what had 
happened the previous night hadn't been just an incredible wet-
dream.  I mean, my own wife, who didn't even like sex, trying to 
get me to sneak a baby into her own daughter's womb.
     Now THAT was kinky!  I had almost convinced myself that it 
all WAS just a dream, when Joan pulled me to one side, and 
whispered in my ear while Marlene was brushing her teeth, and 
couldn't hear.  "If she sits on your lap today," she hissed in my 
ear, "why don't you slip old 'John Henry' out of your pants, so 
she can REALLY feel it, instead of it just making a bulge in your 
pants for her to rub against?"
     "God, I might cum all over her," I protested.  Not very 
strongly though.  The thought was making my prick ache already.
     "Or cum IN her," agreed my wife.  "That's the idea.  Why not 
see just how far she'll go?"
     I already knew how "far" Marlene would go, but I wasn't 
about to tell my wife that.  The only place we had held back up 
to now, was actually getting her pregnant.  It seemed that my 
wife was planning on doing just that!  Well, if Marlene didn't 
object, for sure I wouldn't.  Not when my own wife was trying to 
get me to do it.
     By this time, the object of our discussion had finished her 
toilet, and had noticed the two of us with our heads together.  
"What's up?" she asked.
     "Marlene. . . Since you seemed to do so well, sitting on 
your father's lap last night, why don't you sit up there with him 
again this morning?"


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     I almost laughed at my daughter's reaction.  Here she had 
been trying to figure out a way to repeat her actions of the 
night before, without her mother getting suspicious, and then 
Joan proposes the idea herself.
     Finally deciding to take her good luck for just that, 
Marlene shrugged.  "OK Momma, if you say so," she replied.
     "Good," Said Joan.  "Only this time, since you won't be 
sleeping, we'll just leave the blanket in the back seat."
     It was all that I could do, to control my mirth, as I saw 
the consternation spread across my little girl's face.  Sitting 
on my lap, with my big prick separated from her hot little pussy 
by only the fabric of her panties and my pants, was going to be 
frustration to the point of torture, to the horny little minx.  
Little did she know, that her twat and my prick were only going 
to have HER sexy little panties separating them.
     Was she EVER going to get wet!  She didn't DARE leave off 
her panties like she had the night before.  I grinned at my wife.  
This would serve the little girl right, for all the teasing she 
had given me in the last few days.  Still, it was going to be 
almost as bad for me.  On the other hand, I knew that my wife was 
up to something.  Marlene didn't.
     I couldn't wait to see just how far she was going to let 
things go.  It looked as though if I played my cards right, 
within a day or so, and maybe even sooner, I might be lying on 
top of my 10-year-old daughter, with my thick cock buried up 
inside her tight little vagina; pumping her cute little belly 
full of baby making sperm, while BOTH her AND my wife encouraged 
me to impregnate the kid.  God, I was almost ready to cum just 
thinking about it.
     Of course, I didn't really want to knock the kid up if she 
didn't want me to, but the way she liked to fuck, and the way my 
wife was setting things up, I didn't figure she would take much 
convincing.  Maybe none at all, in fact.  Who knows, Marlene 
might be dreaming of having my baby inside her tight little tummy 
right now; and the thought of her mother finding out, might be 
the only thing keeping her from asking me to do it.  I shuddered 
at the delicious thought.
     After breakfast, while the girls were busy getting the 
suitcases packed and back in the car, I went over to the motel 
office to return the key.
     The morning clerk gave me a tired smile, as I handed him the 
key.  It's a pleasure to see somone try to make you feel good by 
smiling, when they are exhausted.  I returned the favor, and 
smiled back.  "It's a shame you ran out of doubles last night, 
huh?" I said.
     The man gaped at me.  "HUH?" he said.  "Look over there," he 
said, pointing to a rack full of keys.  "The only rooms we ran 
out of last night, was singles, and that only because some dippy 
woman insisted or renting one for her family, even when the 
night-clerk offered her a double for the same price. . . Jerk."
     He looked at me for a second, then apologised, "Not YOU. . . 
I meant that crazy woman.  I wonder if she had her son sleep in 
the same bed with her and her husband.  You can't tell, with 
someone that nutty."
     I was very thoughtful, as I returned to the car.


                                12


     That morning, I wore shorts.  We were passing through a dry 
area, almost semi-desert, and it was a lot hotter than coming 
through the hills the night before.  Besides, I wanted to feel 
the bare skin of my little girl's legs rubbing against mine.  (I 
AM a horny old goat, ain't I?)
     I repeated my action of the night before, leaving my fly 
unzipped.  Only THIS time, my wife knew about it, and my daughter 
didn't.  For all of two whole minutes, that is.
     We settled into the car-seat, and buckled in.  the short 
little mini-skirt that Marlene wore, barely covered the juncture 
of our thighs.
     Joan gave me a grin, as the car lurched into motion.  I 
guess the excitement of knowing what was about to happen in the 
next seat was distracting her from her driving.  Thankfully, the 
road was almost empty, and straight as an arrow.
     After about five minutes, the feel of my prick pushing 
against her tummy caused Marlene to squirm a little.  I reached 
down, and shifted my pants (supposedly out of sight of my wife) 
and my prick popped out to where it was now rubbing against the 
smooth cotton panties of the little girl.
     Marlene let out her breath with a rush, as she felt my thick 
cock rubbing against her panty-clad belly.  It was incredibly 
erotic.
     Joan looked over at me and grinned.  SHE knew what our sexy 
little daughter had just felt.  Now, she wanted the little girl 
to get even hotter, and seethe for a while.  I guess she figured 
that if I got the little girl horny enough, she wouldn't object 
to anything her mother suggested.  As long as she got her little 
pussy-itch taken care of anyway.  She was right.
     Before we had been on the road much more than half an hour, 
Marlene's little cunny was so wet, a steady stream of liquid was 
dripping onto my crotch.
     I wasn't in much better condition.  Pre-cum was smearing all 
over my little girl's belly, just above her panty-line, and 
soaking into the cloth below.  Between me and Marlene, the front 
of her cotton panties was wet as a dishrag.
     I don't know how much longer I could have stood it, when I 
felt the car bump and jerk as we pulled into a little roadside 
rest-area.  Three trees, a picnic-table, and a trash-barrel were 
the entire rest-stop, but we didn't need much.  My wife, it 
seems, was getting almost as frustrated as my daughter and I 
were.
     "Let me see," she said, flipping Marlene's short little 
skirt out of the way, exposing my bare prick rubbing against our 
daughter's panty-clad tummy.
     Marlene was almost in shock.  Caught!  By her own mother, 
teasing her father sexually.  It was only when she realized that 
I didn't seem concerned, and that her mother wasn't yelling and 
screaming at her, that she caught on.
     "You planned this, didn't you Mommy?" she asked.
     "What do you think?" replied Joan with a grin.
     Marlene responded with a grin of her own, and ground her 
hips against my crotch.  This time, in full view of her mother.  
"I think you LIKE seeing me do this," she responded.



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     "Hmm," said Joan.  "Mike, why don't you slide that big old 
thing up inside the leg of her panties, so she can feel it 
rubbing against her belly without her panties in the way?"
     It took every ounce of willpower I had, to keep from 
slipping the head of my engorged prick right up inside my little 
girl's hot little hole, instead of just inside her panties, like 
her mother wanted.  We both ached with frustration, but didn't 
dare risk annoying her mother and possibly losing her approval 
for even this much.
     "There," said Joan, looking approvingly at where the head of 
my cock was now peeking out of the band at the top of her little 
girl's panties.  "Now you can REALLY feel your father's cock.  
Isn't that sexy?"
     Both Marlene and I had to agree.  It was incredibly sexy!  I 
fought down an urge to splatter my sperm all over the front of my 
little girl.  I could tell that Marlene was just as excited, and 
just as frustrated.  Still, neither one of us said a word, as 
Joan pulled the car out of the shade of the tree we were parked 
under, and continued down the road.
     After a bit, at first tentatively, then with more energy, 
when she found that her mother not only didn't object, but gave 
her a broad smile, Marlene began working her crotch against mine.  
Up and down, back and forth.
     The feel of my prick slip-sliding against her smooth little 
tummy was exquisite.  The pre-cum leaking from the head of my 
prick, and the little-girl excitement leaking from her little 
slit made us both so slippery and wet, it was like we were 
greased.
     It was getting to be too much for me.  "I'm going to. . .,"  
I warned.  Marlene just humped even faster against me.
     "Quick!" said my wife, risking a quick glance at the obscene 
coupling beside her.  "Slip the head of your prick up inside 
Marlene, so it doesn't get all over the seat, like last night."
     My daughter was the only one left in the car with a lick of 
sense.  This was surprising; seeing she was just as hot to feel 
me inside herself, as I was to be there.  "But Momma," she 
complained, "we don't have any condoms with us."
     "Of course not," snapped her mother.  "How do you expect to 
get pregnant, if you have your father waste his sperm in a stupid 
rubber?"
     Marlene gaped at her mother.  The shock of the woman's words 
distracting her from her erotic dance on my lap.  "You mean you 
WANT me to. . ."  She couldn't say it.
     "Of course," snapped her mother again.  "What's the point of 
fucking your father, if you DON'T get pregnant?  If you're going 
to keep on fucking my husband, I expect to get at least three or 
four kids out of you before you go to college.  Now here. . ."  
Still keeping her eyes half on the road, and half on her family, 
Joan grabbed my cock while Marlene shifted over enough to capture 
the cum-dribbling head in her crack.
     There was a satisfied sigh from both of us, as my cock slid 
home in my daughter's belly.





                                14


     Joan didn't even seem to be surprised at Marlene's lack of 
virginity, or the fact that the 10-year-old little girl was able 
to take ALL of her own father's 8 inch prick clear up inside her 
little slit, without splitting in two.  She just seemed 
satisfied.  Or is that smug?  Whatever.
     It was such a relief to FINALLY get my cock back inside my 
daughter where it belonged, that I didn't have time to wonder 
about what my wife did or did not know about my relationship with 
our little girl.  For sure, she didn't seem to be angry, and that 
was all that counted.  That and the fact that Joan seemed to 
almost EXPECT me to father a child on our little girl.
     For sure, she seemed to want me to TRY.  So I did.  Try that 
is.  If my wife wanted me to impregnate our daughter, and Marlene 
didn't object, then who was I to squawk?
     It took longer than you might have expected.  Almost half an 
hour in fact.  For almost 30 minutes, we sped down the road, 
enjoying the pleasures of being mated, while my wife looked over 
occasionally to see how we were doing.
     After a while though, neither one of us could hold out any 
more.  As Marlene's face distorted with unmistakable sexual 
pleasure, and my breath came in grunts and pants, we almost 
simultaneously reached our peak.
     This time, I came first, squirting thick sticky gobs of 
incestuous seed in my little girl's womb.  Feeling me jerk 
underneath her, was enough to set Marlene off.
     It's a good thing the air-conditioning was on, and the 
windows closed, as the wail of sexual bliss the little girl let 
out would probably been heard for two miles, otherwise.  Knowing 
that she didn't have to hide her pleasure from her mother allowed 
Marlene to let herself go, and really wail her pleasure, while 
her little cunny milked and squeezed on my cock like a milking 
machine gone out of control.
     I was so lost in my own pleasure, as I jerked and spurted 
rope after rope of thick slippery cum inside my daughter, that I 
barely noticed the car swerve around another vehicle as my wife 
passed it by.  Maybe I should have.
     We had barely "cum" down from our incredible high, and were 
just sitting there with my prick still dribbling some last sticky 
drops of incestuous cum in Marlene's tight little hole, when we 
heard a "honk," and noticed flashing red lights behind us.  SHIT!  
The cops were pulling us over.
     We didn't even have time to uncouple, as the big brown 
vehicle pulled alongside and the burly policeman waved my wife 
over to the side.
     In fact, we barely had time to flip Marlene's little skirt 
down, to cover the juncture of our loins, before we pulled to a 
stop.  Thankfully, my pants weren't down around my ankles, like 
they might have been.
     We all waited in scared silence.  I didn't DARE pull out of 
Marlene, remembering all too well, what had happened the night 
before.  If this cop figured out what we were doing. . . 
<shudder>





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     "Will you roll down your window Ma'm?"  the voice of the cop 
SOUNDED friendly enough.
     "Uh Ma'm," said the friendly voice, (It helps I guess, to 
have a beautiful woman in the driver's seat.) "I hate to have to 
tell you this, bit this ISN'T the interstate.  The speed limit 
here is 55, NOT 75."
     "Oh Shit," I thought.  "He's going to haul us in, and 
there's no WAY he's going to be able to miss what we've been 
doing."  Surprisingly, I was wrong.
     "Now I realize how hard it can be," continued the cop (A 
local sheriff, by the logo on the squad-car.) "to keep an eye on 
the speedometer, when you're being distracted by your daughter.  
I know how it is to have a child having a tantrum in the car."
     Oh God!  He had seen us!  Thankfully, he had attributed 
Marlene's actions to a "tantrum" instead of what had REALLY been 
going on.
     "So," he continued with a twinkle in his eye, "I'm just 
going to give you a warning this time, if you promise me you'll 
keep your eye on the road, and let your husband and daughter work 
things out between themselves."
     My wife choked, gasped, wheezed, and finally managed to 
agree.  What a line!  If the cop only knew. . .
     Now that the unpleasant part was over, the cop stopped to 
chat.
     He asked where we were coming from; where we were going; and 
where we planned to stay the night.  Finding out that we were 
mainly just roving, and didn't have any real plans, he suggested 
that we stop for lunch and maybe even longer at the town about 50 
miles up the road.
     "Good food at my sister's diner there," he said, "And my 
mother runs a 'bed and breakfast' right down the road.  Great 
fishing in the creek, too.  My brother runs the mill, and my 
uncle is the judge."
     I wondered out loud if he was related to everybody in town.
     "Yep," he said, then added with somewhat of a giggle, "After 
all, we're plain ordinary folks, just like you."  It seemed as 
though he had made some private joke.  "Anyway," he went on, as 
if continuing the joke, "We'll be expecting you there in about an 
hour.  If you don't show up, we can always subpoena you.  After 
all, I have your driver's license."
     He said this with such a big friendly smile, that we knew he 
was just kidding, but promised to stop in anyway.  The town and 
Cafe were beginning to sound interesting.  Besides, this man 
COULD have given us a big ticket.  Stopping in at his sister's 
Cafe, when we would be needing lunch anyway, seemed like a nice 
way to say, "Thank you."
     Also, the man had piqued our curiosity.  There COULDN'T be a 
town that nice, right out here in the middle of nowhere, could 
there?
     All the while this was going on, I was highly conscious of 
my little girl's cunny still clamped around my deflated penis: 
The only thing keeping the flood of greasy cum from dripping all 
over the seat.  I kept hoping the man, for all his friendliness, 
would just GO, and let me get untangled from my daughter.  
Hopefully, without making too much of a mess.


                                16


     The cop finally turned to go, then suddenly changed his 
mind, and poked his head back in the window.
     "Oh, by the way," he said with a chuckle and a wheeze, "Your 
husband had better not be using a rubber on that pretty little 
girl of yours, or I'll have to have my uncle charge you with 
child-neglect."
     We were all in too much shock to even reply.  Not that it 
would have done any good.  The man was already halfway back to 
the squad car, and by the time we had all collected our wits, he 
had gone. . . Roaring down the road in a could of dust, that 
showed he was FAR exceeding the 70 miles-per-hour or so that Joan 
had been accused of speeding.
     "What do you suppose he meant by THAT?" I asked, as I 
grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the mess in my lap.  Sure enough, 
when we pulled apart, I had gotten a lapful of goo.  Only I had 
been expecting it this time, and with a wad of tissue handy, had 
kept MOST of my shorts from being soaked.
     "I don't know.  It SOUNDED like he KNEW you were fucking 
Marlene, and EXPECTED you to cum in her.  As if it was NORMAL for 
a man to shoot his sperm inside his own daughter.  That can't be, 
can it?"
     "Well, maybe around here it is," I said.  "STILL, you know 
that means that we don't DARE not show up at that restaurant now.  
Not after that crack earlier about him having your license-
number.  We've got to find out what he meant, IF he meant 
anything."  We all shuddered.
     It took us almost an hour to reach the town.  It wasn't on 
the main highway, just about 3 miles off to the North.
     When we dipped down into the hollow hiding the creek, we 
began wondering if the man hadn't UNDERstated the beauty and 
charm of the place.  Of course, we were a little too worried by 
this time, to really appreciate the green trees, sparkling brook, 
and green grass.  The air was much cooler here, than in the semi-
arid wasteland we had been driving through.
     A small town.  A VERY small town.  Gas station, Cafe, 
Combination general-store and bait-shop comprised city-center.  
Scattered around the hillside, couldn't have been more than a 
dozen houses.  A steel pole-barn labeled "City Hall" and the 
white pencil-stroke of a flagpole showing where the school was 
located around the bend, and that was it.  The Post-Office, it 
turns out was run out of the general-store.  I figured 200 
inhabitants max.
     Still, it had a charm that almost made me want to pull up 
roots and move here, if I could only find  a job. . . and a 
place. . . at an affordable price. . . and a way to get my 
stories published. . . and. . . <sigh>  Too many "ands."  Still, 
it was a nice daydream.
     The Cafe was everything promised.  Clean, comfortable, and 
most important (besides good food) friendly.
     "Oh good," said a young girl, about three years older than 
Marlene, "Daddy said you would be coming by here.  We're all so 
glad you could make it.  MOMMA!"  This last was directed at the 
obvious owner of the establishment, "they're here!"




                                17


     "Don't yell Honey," the woman directed her errant daughter, 
"Just get the silverware, and help get them set-up.  I'll be over 
there in a minute."
     "OK Momma," said the girl, then whispered to us 
confidentially, "Daddy said to take REAL good care of you, 'cause 
you're folks 'just like us.'  I was going to anyway, 'cause I 
think you're nice."  She gave us a broad grin, and turned to get 
cups and silverware.
     It was only when she turned away, that I noticed the rather 
prominent bulge in the girl's midsection.  Either the 13-year-old 
was QUITE pregnant, or something was drastically wrong with her.  
She seemed FAR too happy, cheerful, and just glowing with life to 
be sick.  Actually, "glowing with life" described her to a 'T'.
     I frantically started trying to add up what I could figure 
out:
     The policeman's "sister" owned this place.
     The little girl had called the owner "Momma."
     She had also referred to the policeman as "Daddy?"  No!  It 
couldn't be.
     Well, maybe the policeman had told her father that we were 
coming, and HE had told the little girl.  Maybe.  Still, after 
that cryptic remark. . .
     And to top it all off, the girl (who couldn't have been much 
more than 13 years old) was so obviously pregnant, and now that I 
thought of it, not ashamed of it either.  Two and two were 
beginning to look suspiciously like a big FOUR.
     Still, incest is a crime, isn't it?  People couldn't be this 
open about it, could they?  A few more comments suddenly added 
up.  They KNEW about us!
     For a second, I was bathed in sweat, as I suddenly realized 
that our secret was out in the open.  Then I realized that THEY 
all had the same secret, and didn't seem shy about sharing it 
with us.  What was I worried about?
     I had just confided my suspicions to Joan, when the older 
woman came over and confirmed them all.
     It seemed that when we had passed her brother on the road, 
he had noticed my daughter just as she went into spasms around my 
prick.  Her expression of sexual ecstasy had been unmistakable, 
as he had seen it on his own sister and daughter too many times.  
The only reason he had pulled us over at all, was to direct us 
here, where others like us lived.  There were far too few chances 
he got otherwise, to meet other incestuous couples outside of 
those who were already members of the SFPIA.
     No, he had just been joking about my having to NOT use a 
condom on Marlene.  It was a standard joke around here: that a 
girl was being "neglected" if she didn't get regular 
inseminations of her own father's sperm.
     They realized that SOME people who supported the incestuous 
lifestyle still felt uncomfortable about breeding their own 
children.  Others, either wanted to wait until the child was old 
enough, or just couldn't AFFORD too many kids.  So they 
sympathized with those who practiced restraint and birth-control.  
It just wasn't for them.




                                18


     When they found a couple like us, willing to give their 
children the most precious gift a father can give his daughter, a 
part of himself, they kind of fell all over themselves in trying 
to make people like us feel welcome.
     BOY did they make us feel welcome.  We sat and talked for 
hours.  By evening, we had taken a room at the "Bed and 
Breakfast" and were planning to stay the rest of the week.  Mike 
(the policeman) had gotten off work, and apologized for giving us 
a scare, but he hadn't been able to figure a way to ensure that 
we stopped in here without either arresting us, or flat-out 
ACCUSING us of incest.  He was too nice a guy for that.
     Over several cups of coffee, Dawn (the owner of the diner) 
explained how the whole town was just one big family.  Her 
father/grandfather had found the little town about 15 years ago, 
when the main highway had moved, leaving the small town to slowly 
fade away, as its main support had been from tourists on the old 
highway.  By the time her father had found it, there was only a 
gas-station, and about five families living there, all of whom 
were trying desperately to seel their holdings for something. . . 
anything, so they could move out.  Mark (her father) had seen 
potential in the town, with it's good water supply, even though 
civilization was leaving it to crumble.  So, with the help of a 
loan from the SFPIA, the whole family had gotten together and 
bought out the whole town. . . Lock, stock, and barrel.
     The only person in the whole town who wasn't a member of the 
family, (at least at first,) was old "Momma" Jenkins, who had 
refused to sell out, even at an outrageously generous offer.  The 
old woman said she had lived here all her life, and her husband 
was buried here, and she was going to die here.  (The woman 
looked so healthy at 84, you figured that could be a long time 
yet.)  Even when she had learned about the incestuous lifestyle 
of her new neighbors, Momma Jenkins had been more amused than 
shocked.  It seems that in her youth on the farm, incest had been 
almost a way of life, before the town grew up.
     Since they had bought the town, a few other families had 
mooved out here, mostly referred by the SFPIA.  some of them were 
retirees, and some were just people trying to get away from being 
hassled by nosy neighbors.  All were involved in incestuous 
relationships though.  In spite of this, there had been slightly 
more non-incestuous marriages in the town since it started, than 
incestuous ones.
     Still most of the town remained in the hands of the original 
family.  Mark (her father) had just died about 6 months before, 
but not before managing to see the last payment on the town go 
out, and the big celebration when they all burned the mortgage.
     The "Bed and Breakfast" down the street was owned by her 
mother Jennifer, who ran it with help from her sister Marie, who 
was also the town doctor.
     Part of the B&B building was set aside as the town 
infirmiry, and everybody chipped in to cover the costs of 
maintaining a doctor and what amounted to a mini-hospital, here 
in the middle of nowhwere.  Quite often, this was the only 
hospital that folks around here could reach, even if they weren't 
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     Everyone figured they needed to support Marie to keep her 
from being tempted by a more lucrative practice in some big city.  
for one thing, having their own doctor and hospital, kept 
strangers from asking embarrasing questions about who the parents 
of some of the babies were.
     Along with other things, Mark had managed to move the county 
seat to the town, so that the birth records were now kept by 
family members.  The town where it had previously been, had been 
happy to pass the record-keeping to them, as it was costing them 
more than the small tax-base and fee structure brought in.
     The town was now growing; with the main source of revenue 
being SFPIA members trying to get away to a place where they 
didn't have to hide their love, and a few honeymooners as well.  
Also, since the stream had been cleaned up, there were now a few 
anglers that would sometimes stop by to fish.  Since the town was 
practically a family cartel, anyone trying to buy into it, would 
find there was nothing for sale, unless they were already a 
sustaining member of the SFPIA.
     I finally broke down and asked, "Just WHAT is this 
mysterious "SFPIA" that you keep talking about?"
     "The Society for the Preservation of Incest in America."
     "Oh."  What else could I say.
     Dawn explained about the SFPIA's origin, in an obscure book 
called "Family Camp" that her father had wrote while in college.  
She told how it had tried to create a copy of that camp, and 
subsidized other activities and businesses where the society felt 
that it could help bring about a freer place for people who 
believed in supporting the ability to carry on an incestuous 
lifestyle.
     Some examples she gave were the incest-hotline, now in most 
major cities, and even their own 800 number.  Others were the 
various "guides to incest" that they distributed for free, or 
sometimes sold in hardcover.  (Dawn showed us her own personal 
beautifully bound copy of "A family Guide to Incest", complete 
with illlustrations.)
     Other examples were this town, and a fishing camp/resort in 
the midwest, that ran along the same lines as "Family Camp" did.  
The whole organization was supported almost entirely by donations 
and a few judicious investments like the one in the town.  
Members of the society glady paid atrocious fees to join the 
"Family Camp" or "The Resort" knowing that the money would be 
used to make it easier for them to enjoy their lifestyle, without 
being condemned by the rest of society.
     Even the "Bed and Breakfast" was partly owned and supported 
by the society, as a place for honeymooning brothers and sisters.  
With the society's support, the place was bigger and had more 
customers than they would have had otherwise; thereby MORE than 
making up for the cut in profit that the society took.
     Since the beginning, the B&B had gradually made a name for 
NON incestuous honeymooners too.  So, sometimes people had to be 
a little more careful, when outsiders were staying, but not 
often.  Everyone was warned to be careful to not shock those poor 
outsiders, but mostly the honeymooners were too involved with 
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     About this time, I was distracted by still another 
beautifully pregnant belly sitting down in booth nearby.  I asked 
womewhat plaintively, "Is EVERY girl in town pregnant?"
     Dawn giggled.  "Well, almost," she replied.
     It seems that while the town as being paid-for, they hadn't 
been able to afford many kids.  Once the town was paid off, 
everybody went on a big orgy-spree that lasted almost a whole 
month, where over three-quarters of the town ended up pregnant.  
The family figured that with the town paid off, almost everyone 
could now afford at least two kids apiece, before things would 
get tight again.  So, almost everybody who had been holding out 
so patiently had gone on a baby-making spree.  Marie was going to 
be a VERY busy woman in about 6 months or so.  In fact, she had 
been trainging her daughter as a midwife, with just this crisis 
in mind.  The trouble was, SHE was pregnant too.
     After all this discussion, my wife asked if WE could join 
this "SFPIA" organization.  We were told, that if we wanted to 
join, we just had.  Everything was voluntary.  Besides, seeing 
what I had been doing to my little girl out there on the highway 
that afternoon, we could consider ourselves "members in good 
standing" anyway.  There WERE certain slightly overpriced 
services that we could buy from the society.  They were 
deliberatly overpriced, to support society functions, and to give 
people things that they would find hard to get outside of the 
society.  Donations WERE gladly accepted, though not required.
     Some of the society services included prenatal care; doctor 
referral; books on sex, and incest, and pregnancy; complete baby 
care, or health-coverage. . . etc.
     I asked about that last.
     Dawn explained that some people wanted to pay a fixed fee 
for either having a baby; form conception, right through 
delivery, and well-baby care afterwards.  Others like to get 
their whole health care through the society; figuring that paing 
the societies approximately 50% overcharge for the service was a 
bargain, if they didn't have to explain their lifestyle or who 
got whom pregnant to a provincial city doctor.  Besides it was 
another way of supprting the society.
     The part about not having to explain who got Marlene 
pregant, was enticing, and before I knew it, I found I had 
somehow just signed the whole family up to a new healthcare 
system.  WHAT a salesperson!  On the other hand, services started 
immediatly, and once the fees were paid (automatically through 
the credit-card now) there was NO charge for ANY needed or even 
wanted services except plastic surgery, and even that was covered 
if considered to be either not excessive, or needed for medical 
reasons.  Even controversial treatments like chiropracters were 
covered.  Suddenly, the 50% overcharge seemed like a bargain.
     Dawn convince us to start immediately, as we would wnat to 
give any child of Marlene's a good a start as we could.  So, at 
8:00 at night, we found ourselves in the town infirmiry giving 
blood samples.  Marie explained that most of the tests would be 
run locally, by some VERY high-powered and expensive machinery, 
but some would be shipped out for further analysis. . . like 
tests to see if we had some rare genetic troubles that might 
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     Still, most of the tests would be completed by morning.
     It was with some relief, that we finally found ourselves 
being shown to our room in the "Bed and Breakfast" that took up 
most of the rest of the large building.
     This was the first time any of us had ever stayed at a "Bed 
and Breakfast."  Still, the 16-year-old wearing a tank-top, 
shorts, and not much else besides a bulging belly (Again I 
wondered, "Was EVERY girl in town pregnant?") seemed to be a 
little embarrassed, as she showed us to our room.
     "We mainly cater to either newlyweds, or people like us," 
she said with a blush that looked simply gorgeous.  "So the 
sleeping arrangements are. . . well. . unique."  They were.
     I mentioned that the girl showed us to our room.  That's 
what it was, a room.  Not two rooms: bed and bath, but one room.  
It took up almost 1/4 of that floor of the house.
     There was a BIG whirlpool tub, sunk into the floor.  A 
commode, sink, and even a bidet were along the mirrored wall.
     But there wasn't even a room-divider.
     One enormous kingsize bed took up a third of the remaining 
space, with a huge TV and racks for clothes.  No, not even a 
closet.  If you changed clothes HERE, you did it in front of 
everybody.  Cute.
     I asked about the TV, wondering if they had Satellite, since 
it was over 100 miles to the nearest big town.
     No.  they tried to keep their customers isolated from the 
worries of the city.  No ten o'clock news.
     Why the TV?  The teenager giggled, and swung out a panel.  
Row after row of porno-flicks.  Each room had an identical 
supply.
     I looked at the titles.
          "Debbie does Dallas" through "Debbie does Dishes"
          "Taboo I, II, III, IV" etc.
          "Insatiable"
          "Playing with Fire"
          "A mother's Love"
          "Deep Throat"
          "My little Sister"
     and on and on.  I began to recognize a pattern.
     Besides the fact that they were either all classics, or 
specially edited amateur films, that is.  They weren't ALL incest 
pictures, but there were a LOT of ones that were.  The one common 
thread was they were all consensual.  Conspicuously absent, were 
such pictures as "Taboo American Style" or "Behind the Green 
Door" where force or even coercion were used.
     The message was clear:  Sex is tolerated here, even 
encouraged.  Even (or especially) sex between relatives.
     FORCING someone to have sex, is not.  I began to like this 
place even more.
     "Gee, just one bed," I said, "How are we going to sleep 
tonight?"
     The girl with the protruding tummy gave us all a big grin, 
as she left.  "In this place," she said with a grin, "most people 
don't use the bed much for sleeping.  It's got much better uses 
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     I was about to kid the girl by asking if she'd care to 
demonstrate just what these "other uses" were, but she had left; 
closing the door with a slight click.
     We figured it out ourselves.  About an hour later, (after a 
WONDERFUL soak in that glorious heart-shaped tub [Hokey, huh?]) 
Marlene was on the bed, with me on top of her, while the two of 
us rutted like a pair of rabbits.
     This time, there were no clothes in the way, and Joan had 
about a good a view as you can get of two people fucking.  Only 
THIS was her own husband and daughter who were doing the fucking.  
Surprisingly, Joan seemed to be getting hot herself, just by 
watching us.  When she saw me jerking and grunting on top of our 
little girl, as I did my best to plant a baby in my own daughter, 
she started fingering herself, and moaning with suppressed need.  
For the first time in almost 8 years, my wife was getting off.
     The thought of me getting our little girl pregnant was 
exciting my wife!  I guess she figured that THIS way, she would 
finally get the child we both wanted, that was part her, and part 
me.  After all, Marlene was half her.  So the child would be 3/4 
me, and only 1/4 of her.  At least, it would be something that 
was part of both of us.
     The thought was stimulating to me too.  After leaving three 
good squirts of baby-making cum in Marlene's cute little tummy, I 
rolled my wife over, and proceeded to give her what was left.
     It was all Joan needed.  Grunting and groaning, she suddenly 
let out a squeal that rivaled the one that Marlene had given in 
the car.  The squeezing and clamping on my prick let me know this 
was genuine.
     Joan was coming.  And HOW!  Up to now, I had never been sure 
if Joan had EVER had a climax.  Not even when we were first 
married.  Now, after years of being the sexless goddess, she 
cums.  Something about seeing her husband getting her little girl 
pregnant did it.  I resolved to see that my wife got LOTS 
opportunities to see me impregnate our daughter.  She deserved 
it.
     It was three weeks, before we left.  Sadly, Marlene had her 
period on the day before we left.  We wanted SO much to have her 
baby conceived here, among friends like these, but it was not to 
be so.  I had already overstayed my vacation (begging car-
trouble) and I had to go back to making a living.
     Still, our lives had been irrevocably changed.  I was now a 
full-fledged member of the SFPIA ("Society For the Preservation 
of Incest in America") and while Marlene wasn't pregnant yet, we 
were all prepared to keep on trying until she was.  With our 
daughter now a permanent part of our love-life, Joan is learning 
to love sex almost as much as my daughter and I do.  Marlene and 
I hope that by the time her belly gets big, my wife will be able 
to climax as freely and easily as her daughter.
     The society has already arranged for a gynecologist to see 
Marlene, so we don't have to worry about what will happen when a 
doctor finds out she's pregnant.
     When she gets close, we've already got a place picked out 
for her to have our baby.  You see I'm going to be saving up lots 
of vacation time, and there's this little town. . .



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