                        Not asking for it
                         An Erotic Story

     Sometimes it seems to me that those people who write stories 
about incestuous families have never lived in one; being like the 
guys who write mind-control stories . . . just writing fantasies 
about what they WISH such a life would be.
     While I shared a bedroom (and yes a bed) with my big sister 
Karen from the time I stopped wetting the bed and left the crib, 
until she got married when I was 18, and she was 20, it wasn't 
like those stories at all.
     To hear those guys tell it, if you're sleeping with and 
having sex with your own sister, life is just one big long happy 
orgy.  Har har.
     Well, maybe it is for them; but it wasn't that way for me.

     For the first 10 years of my life I never even noticed 
anything different about my sister . . . except the fact that she 
was a GIRL, and an older sister at that; and thus more of 
somebody to fight with and be annoyed for trying to boss me 
around, than any wet-dream.  I understand that our relationship 
was just what you'd expect from any normal brother and older 
sister; with fights and warm family loving interspersed with just 
plain boring living.
     Sex?  It was never mentioned.  The only effect that sleeping 
with my sister had, was giving me somebody warm to cuddle up to 
on cold nights, and somebody to fight for the blankets with when 
one or the other of us stole all of them during the night.  I 
doubt there was anything different between the two of us than if 
we had been two brothers or two sisters sleeping in the same bed 
instead of an older sister and (to her mind) bratty little 
brother.  Even the fact that we slept naked together wasn't even 
noticed until a little after my 10th birthday.  So we saw each 
other naked every day . . . so what?
     I never got turned-on by seeing Karen naked; and I'm certain 
she never saw me as a possible sex-partner either.  At least, not 
at first, when she started getting interested in sex.
     As I said, the first time I remember anything even remotely 
sexual between the two of us was just shortly after my 10th 
birthday.  Mom and Dad had just given us both the usual talk 
about sex, and how "someday" we would do it, interspersed with 
warnings about "bad touch" and getting molested, and how one day 
Karen would start having periods, and other things like that.  
Boring stuff; but our parents wanted us to know and be prepared 
for when we had our first sexual encounter, and not be hurt by 
somebody taking advantage of either of us.
     Karen and I managed somehow to listen gravely to this boring 
lecture that Dad repeated almost every year; and that we'd heard 
all about in sex-education classes anyway.  Oh right . . . "Human 
sexuality and reproduction" classes.  They couldn't say "sex" 
outright.  <Giggle.>
     Karen and I fidgeted through the whole lecture; but managed 
somehow to stay awake until Dad asked if we understood.




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     I don't know if it was Karen or I who nodded and asked with 
a sigh, "Yes, Dad.  Can we go now?"  Both my big sister and I 
were far more interested in getting back to whatever it was we 
were doing, than in dry descriptions of how a man's penis went 
into a woman's vagina, and how babies were made.  Big deal.  So a 
man stuck his penis in a girl and squirted sperm inside her, and 
9 months later they had a baby.  So what?
     If it seems that my sister and I weren't paying attention to 
what Dad told us, then I guess I've given the wrong impression.  
We paid attention all right; but the information wasn't new, and 
didn't interest us much.
     That night though, as Karen flipped back the covers to climb 
in bed with me, she looked at the half-hard semi-erection I had 
gotten from the stimulation of having the covers rubbing against 
my bare "pee-wee", and giggled.
     "So that's the thing that makes babies," she snickered; 
giving it a flip with her finger.
     "Yeah," I said; giggling myself.  I reached down and waved 
it a little; not really jacking off, but more just playing with 
it.  "I guess so," I added.
     We both giggled again, and turned over to go to sleep.
     That night it took about 10 minutes for me to fall asleep 
after Karen did, as the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my 
half-hard peter almost made it ache for a while.  It wasn't until 
over 3 years later that I fully realized just what my body had 
wanted, even then at only 10 years old.
     It was about a year later that Karen started dating; and 
probably 6 months after that when I figure she first lost her 
virginity to Marvin.  Two weeks after her first real sex, I ended 
up cuddled up next to my big sister, while she sobbed endlessly 
on my shoulders.  It seems the clod only wanted to get in Karen's 
pants and be the one to take her virginity.  After that, he told 
her to get lost . . . he wasn't dating no babies; and certainly 
not going stead with a girl two years younger than he was.  He 
wanted a real WOMAN, not a kid!  Shit . . . if I had been a 
little older, I would have killed him for treating my big sister 
like that.  As it was, the older jock scared me half to death.  
The funny thing was, about 5 years later Marvin put the make on 
my big sister . . . with the body she had developed by then, he 
sure didn't see anything wrong with her.  About a week after 
that, Karen finally got her revenge for what he did when she was 
13.  But that's HER story; and I'm not going to spoil the telling 
of it for her.  Suffice to say that the jock never was able to 
look my big sister in the eye after that; seeming almost scared 
to be in the same room with her (which I guess you might say he 
was . . . he certainly had reason to be).  But, as I said before, 
that's my sister's story to tell . . . if she ever wants to.
     After losing her virginity, I think it took almost a year 
before Karen was having regular sex with whoever it was she was 
going out with.  For sure she was a changed girl; from being 
infatuated with one guy, my big sister had a regular array of 
boys parading in and out of the house (and yes, our bedroom too).





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     A couple of times Karen even shooed me out of our bedroom 
for up to an hour, while she and whichever one of the guys she 
was dating kept the door closed . . . sometimes for up to an 
hour.  I don't think they were just kissing and cuddling either.
     No, I never peeked on Karen, or ratted on her to our parents 
about what she and her boyfriends were doing in our room.  While 
Karen and I had our ins and outs, we both respected each other's 
privacy when the other one asked for it . . . which wasn't very 
often.  Once when she caught Danny and me jacking off . . . but 
that's another story too.
     So, no.  I didn't get my big sister's "cherry" and she 
didn't get mine.  Well, not exactly anyway.  I had just managed 
to get my swollen peter in the tight little slit of one of the 
Garson twins, when we heard their parents coming back.  After 
that time, both girls never would let me go further than feeling 
up under their dresses, with my hands OUTSIDE their panties.  
Just about the time it looked like I might "score" for real, the 
Garson's moved away; and I never did get to find out what it 
would be like to fuck the twins.
     If you don't count that, where I barely got it in, and never 
came (neither did the girl) I was still a virgin almost two years 
later when Karen DID get my virginity.
     Except for that abortive attempt where (I think it was 
Eileen, not Elaine) got my "cherry" in that abortive attempt a 
fucking, with her "big" sister watching and giggling, waiting 
"her turn" which she never got, I was essentially a virgin almost 
a year later . . . having never finished by having a climax while 
fucking (or any other way, for that matter)..  Oh I'd had hand-
jobs and masturbated more times than I could tell . . . but no 
real sex, and no climax.  Not even oral or anal sex.  But I WAS 
starting to get incredibly horny.  Up to then, I'd never had a 
climax (though I had a vague idea what it was).  No, not even in 
my own hand.  While I HAD masturbated several times, it was not 
to orgasm (not even knowing what that was completely); just using 
my hand to stimulate myself until I was satisfied without ever 
cumming.
     I guess the stimulation of my hand just wasn't as satisfying 
as the inside of a girl's vagina.  Or maybe I just wasn't ready 
yet . . . horny as I was getting.
     Strangely enough, neither my sister nor I even thought about 
"using" each other to scratch the itch between our legs; even 
though we had several conversations about the girls I was going 
with, and the guys my sister was dating.  I guess when you live 
(and sleep) with your sister all your life, you just don't SEE 
her as a possible sex-partner.
     Until one night when Karen was between boyfriends, and I 
rolled over next to her with a hard-on.  I never asked my sister 
if I could fuck her, or stick my swollen prick up inside her 
slippery tunnel, and neither did she; but within seconds we were 
fucking as if we had been doing it for years, and when I came in 
thick satisfying spurts of cum inside my own sister, I had 
finally truly lost my hated virginity.





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     I felt the incredibly satisfying surge of release, as my 
prostate emptied itself into my sister.  The fantastic pleasure 
of feeling thick liquid waves of emission rippling through my 
penis for the first time, was something I'll never forget.  I'm 
probably the only man in the world who had his first orgasm in 
his own sister, at the same time he lost his virginity.
     Well . . . thinking about what happened today . . . maybe 
the first of only two people who ever did that.  Yes, I had my 
first climax ever, the first time I fucked anybody properly; and 
the fact that it was Karen who relieved me of my hated virginity 
at the same time I "got off" for the first time, will make me 
forever grateful to her.  Yes, I mean it.  Before that night I 
had never ejaculated.  Oh I had masturbated numerous, seemingly 
countless times before . . . only I had never actually 
climaxed . . . in my hand or otherwise.  After that though, I 
never wanted sex without doing it; and during the times Karen and 
I had sex, I almost never did have to do without.  I love my 
sister.  Oh not as a lover or wife . . . we never truly were 
lovers in THAT sense, even though we had sex almost every other 
night (and sometimes far more often).  No, the sex was far more a 
brother/sister thing, where Karen "helped out" her horny little 
brother when he needed sex, while I similarly helped my big 
sister out when one of her dates went sour, or she just happened 
to be feeling particularly horny.  It wasn't a torrid love-affair 
like Karen has with her husband, or that I now have with my wife, 
but just two siblings who were willing to relieve the sexual 
frustrations of the other; more like friends looking out for each 
other than two frantically rutting teenagers in love.
     Oh we did our share of rutting . . . some weekends going 
four or even five times without even getting out of bed.  It's 
just that we did it for fun, and because we liked each other, not 
because we felt any incredible need for each other's company like 
I do with my wife.  Sex was just something we did when either of 
us needed it; not something that tied us together like lovers, or 
husband and wife.  It wasn't until I had my first real girlfriend 
that I knew what sexual-love was, versus the friendly sibling-
love that Karen and I shared.  Strangely, for all that, I never 
did get in . . . what was her name? . . . Joanie's tight little 
panties, though we felt and held and kissed each other enough.  
In fact, it wasn't until my third girlfriend that I actually 
fucked anybody besides my own sister . . . and then it was a "big 
deal" sort of thing.  By the time I met Linda however, I was 
getting sex regularly from almost every girl I dated; and she was 
no different in THAT matter; though she was far different in 
others.  Sex was (and is) fun with Linda; but it's HER that turns 
mere sex and/or cuddling into loving and caring.  Thank you Karen 
again, for teaching me the difference between having sex and 
love.  Having sex is fun.  Having sex is even wonderful.  The 
worst sex I ever had was better than the best of times when I 
didn't have sex.







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     Only sex isn't love.  While I would miss having sex 
terribly, it's nothing to the grief and loss I'd feel if I didn't 
have my wife to cuddle up to whenever I needed it.  Sleeping with 
Linda, even when we don't have sex, is the one thing that makes 
life really not just bearable, but worth while.  Add to that two 
lovely kids that are part and parcel of both of us, and being 
married to someone like Linda is what life is for.
     I like my big sister, and would probably do anything for her 
that I could.  I love my wife though; and would gladly put my 
life in jeopardy to protect her from any pain.
     My sister taught me about sex and love between siblings, 
while my wife taught me what true passionate erotic lovers are.  
Thank you Linda, and thank you Karen for showing me both and the 
difference between them.
     I remember saying, "Thanks Sis," to Karen, and her replying 
something like "Thank YOU, Little Brother," before we both turned 
over and went to sleep with my big sister's hand wrapped around 
my slowly wilting prick; both of us ignoring the thick white cum 
dribbling out of the tip and oozing from her vagina in matching 
drools.
     After that, it was about every two or three days we had sex.  
Neither one of us ever asked the other if we could; we just DID 
it.  It was always obvious that I wanted it each time (from my 
erection) and Karen seemed to be as eager as I was.  I certainly 
never had the slightest difficulty getting inside her from either 
her objecting, or even lack of lubrication on her part.
     No, having sex with my sister was NOT one big family orgy, 
either.  For one thing, it was only her and me.  While now I 
wonder about Dad and Mom putting their two kids of opposite-sex 
in the same bed, naked, from the time they were toddlers, neither 
parent has expressed the slightest interest in molesting either 
of us . . . or even in what we did in that bed over those years 
together.
     As I said, it was NOT one big orgy, even for the two of us.  
About every two days or so my big sister would relieve my aching 
balls; while I would scratch the itch my big sister had when SHE 
got horny without a current boyfriend.  Oh, ONCE in a while we 
got carried away.  I remember one weekend I fucked Karen almost 6 
times; starting with two go-arounds in the morning; and finishing 
with me ejaculating inside her without pulling out after 
squirting inside her 10 minutes earlier, at about 7:00 PM that 
night.
     But occasions like that were RARE indeed.  Mostly we just 
relieved the sexual tension the other felt, whenever either of us 
needed it.  After getting laid (properly) for the first time, 
suddenly it wasn't all that hard for me to get girlfriends any 
more; and by the time my birthday rolled around I was getting 
laid almost as often as my big sister was.  After a while we 
started comparing notes on sexual techniques; with me getting big 
laughs sometimes as my sister showed me what SOME kids thought 
were advanced techniques in lovemaking.  <Giggle.>  We had fun.






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     And that was all it mainly was . . . fun.  Karen and I never 
"fell in love" with each other . . . we were just convenient 
bodies to use when one or the other of us needed to get laid.  
Never once did my sister turn me down after that first time; and 
never once did I even think of refusing her when she needed it.  
As for what we did . . . it was just fuck; nothing fancy.  No 
anal sex, no blow-jobs or cunnilingus (except once or twice when 
demonstrating what either one of the girls, or one of Karen's 
boyfriends had taught us).
     We didn't even kiss until almost a year after we started 
having sex together (outside of normal brother/sister kisses) 
until Karen decided to practice kissing (using her tongue) with 
me one time.
     I KNOW our parents knew what was going on between us, but 
Mom and Dad never said a word . . . not even when they saw us 
both in bed, naked as the day we were born, fucking "missionary" 
style, with the door wide open.  And strangely, we never felt the 
slightest inclination to hide what we were doing from them.
     Years later I asked Mom why she and Dad never said a word 
when they saw me having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with 
my own sister.  Why they at least hadn't put Karen on the pill, 
or made me use prophylactics when we had sex together.
     Mom grinned, replied, "You never asked for any," and that 
was all she would say.
     Which brings up the other thing about incestual sex that 
seems so Bullshit to me . . . pregnancy.
     My big sister and I had full unprotected vaginal 
intercourse, from the time I was 13, until she got married and 
left when I was 18.  In the entire time (slightly over five and a 
half years) we never took precautions, I never pulled out, and 
Karen never got pregnant.  And yes, we both knew full well the 
chances we were taking; but it just never seemed to bother us.  I 
know that if Karen had objected I would have used rubbers or 
pulled out as she decided she wanted me to; and if I had been 
scared, Karen would have gone on the pill, or used a diaphragm or 
whatever.  Only it just didn't seem to matter to either of us.  
If Karen had showed up with a big belly, then neither of us would 
have been devastated by the news.  If she didn't get pregnant, 
then no big deal either.  We weren't TRYING to make a baby . . . 
we just weren't trying NOT to make a baby either.  If we had a 
kid together, so what?  We would both love it.  If not, then we 
weren't in love with each other, so so what?  Since our parents 
didn't seem to mind our having unprotected sex together, it 
didn't bother us.
     Unlike most kids (I understand) I never had to go without 
sex in that horrible period between budding teenager and grown 
man.  In fact, I never even realized fully what most boys go 
through, and why so many will do anything to "get in a girl's 
pants," even getting married if necessary, just to get laid.  
Neither did Karen.







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     Karen and I never talked about the sex we had together; and 
I'm fairly sure she never told her husband . . . though what Mark 
thought the first time he saw my big sister's bedroom, and found 
out she shared it with her little brother, I'll never know.  I 
know he knows NOW; but has never said a word to me about the 
affair my sister and I had right up to the time they got married.
     Uhuh.  Right up to the night before the wedding, Karen and I 
kept right on "doing our thing" almost every night . . . 
including the night before the wedding; where I left two last 
loads of incestuous cum inside my sister's vagina before we went 
to sleep that night.  I woke up in the morning of the wedding, 
too late for us to do it again . . . though I could tell Karen 
was tempted.
     It wasn't until Karen and Mark had left on their honeymoon, 
and I was left to sleep alone for the first time, that I realized 
what I had lost.  Up until then, I had just shared my sister's 
excitement at her finding the right guy to marry, without ever 
realizing what her leaving would mean to ME.
     Karen got a real nice guy to snuggle up to and have sex with 
that night; while I, for almost the first time in my entire life, 
snuggled up to a cold unfeeling pillow and cried my horny body to 
sleep.  My search for a decent girl to marry became almost 
frantic for about three months until I met Jenny.  Then we had a 
torrid affair for about a month before I met the next one.  Over 
the next two years I had almost as many girlfriends as my sister 
had boyfriends when SHE was dating.
     Even with girlfriends, it was just not the same to have sex 
with them, as to cuddle up to my big sister in the middle of the 
night; and to have sex available whenever I needed it.   Just not 
the same.
     So, when I finally found a girl that reminded me of my big 
sister, (wouldn't you believe it, but a younger cousin I had 
ignored as a "snot-nosed little brat" almost two years younger 
than I was) I asked her to marry me not two weeks after we first 
started dating and having sex together.
     Now I have someone to snuggle up to at nights again; and 
Linda and I have more sex now than we did when we first got 
married.  Who says having an incestuous relationship with your 
own sister will fuck you up for life?  Neither Karen nor I ever 
had any problems with it . . . either during the time we slept 
together, nor with our families afterwards.  Our families are 
perfectly normal.  Well . . . almost.
     It's been almost 15 years since I married Linda; and our 
families are quite close (both in distance . . . houses right 
next to each other, and in relationship.  No, Karen and I do NOT 
have sex together).  So the other day I was visiting Karen when 
she had to make a run.  Not feeling inclined to go home, I had 
just settled down watching TV in her living-room (as often 
happened even when she came to visit me) when the kids came 
boiling into the house.  Her kids, that is.  Mine had obviously 
headed for our house to pick up towels too.  It was summertime, 
and all 5 kids were out of school.





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     Danielle came slamming inside first.  As the youngest of my 
sister's three kids, she is the one who looks most like it could 
have been me who knocked her mother up in those days we shared a 
bed together.  Not a chance though; as neither of us had shared a 
bed since she got married.  Still, at 6 years old, the first-
grader was incredibly cute, with brown hair and blue eyes that 
matched mine to a "T".   Of all my nieces and nephews, Danielle 
is definitely my favorite.
     The youngster's mad scramble to be first in the bedroom was 
followed by a double-slam of the door, as the girl's two older 
siblings tore through the house towards their bedroom.  All three 
kids barely acknowledged my presence with a smile and wave before 
vanishing into their bedroom where I heard the usual bantering of 
three kids over priorities.
     "I'm first!" yelled Danny.
     "Hey!  You're always first . . . that's not fair," objected 
his 12-year-old little brother.
     "Sorry Kid, but that's the breaks . . . You'll just have to 
learn to speak up faster, twerp," responded the 15-year-old, good 
naturedly,
     "I'm NOT a 'twerp'," objected the younger boy; before 
relative silence descended.
     I turned off the boring golf-tournament; and picked up the 
paper to read the sports.  It seems the Twins were getting a new 
player in return for cash and a minor-leaguer.  I hoped this 
would turn out better than the last trade they had made.
     My concentration on the manager's opinions of the new player 
was disturbed by a rhythmic sound coming from down the hall.  The 
rhythmic "creak, creak, creak" of bedsprings at that 
characteristic tempo usually meant only one thing.  I just HAD to 
go see.
     Walking quietly down the hall, I peered into the children's 
bedroom.  The door was open, and I could see clearly the oldest 
boy's body making copulating motions into the bed, while his 
little brother looked on impatiently.  It was only after the 
older boy took three long strokes into her, that I made out 
Danielle underneath her big brother; as the child's legs wrapped 
around the older boy, and her long brown hair making a fetching 
frame on the bed were the only visible parts of the pre-pubescent 
little girl getting fucked royally by her 15-year-old brother.
     Tom looked up at me, but didn't say a word; then returned 
his attention to the erotic dance going on between his older 
brother and little sister.  I could tell the youngster was 
impatiently waiting for "his turn"; but didn't want to slow up 
his older brother by saying anything.
     All three kids were stark naked; and this was obviously NOT 
the first time they had had sex together.  Not only wasn't the 
little girl whimpering with pain at her first fuck; but the 
youngster was fucking back at the older boy.  The mewls of "oh 
please," coming from the child's lips was NOT those of a child 
being roughly molested, but the pleas of a little girl who wanted 
desperately to feel even more of the exquisite pleasures that sex 
brings.




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     Shortly the mad slamming of the older boy into his little 
sister became a heavy shuddering, as the teenager pushed up as 
hard into the little girl as he could; while I swear I could see 
thick ripples of cum bulging through the thick penis splitting 
the little girl's sex as I looked closer.
     "Oh, oh, OH!" groaned the older boy, as he released himself 
into his little sister.  The knowledge the teenager was emptying 
his prostate into the 6-year-old's body was incredibly erotic.  
Shudders and grunts as my nephew ejaculated wad after wad of 
incestuous cum in the little girl just emphasized the sexy 
eroticism of a teenaged boy having full unprotected vaginal 
intercourse with a child barely old enough to enter the first 
grade.  Knowing the youngster straining underneath the older boy 
was his own little sister just added to the provocative and 
arousing display of a boy fucking and cumming inside a little 
girl that young, with no condoms, pills, or diaphragms separating 
the boy's lusty seed from seeping into the child's womb.  That 
the 6-year-old was too young to get pregnant yet, did little to 
subtract from the eroticism of a teenager fucking a little girl 
not half his age; squirting incestuous seed in his own little 
sister as if he was trying to get the child pregnant with his 
baby before she even started the second grade.
     The younger boy stood patiently waiting; idly stroking his 
swollen prick while he waited for "his turn" and his big brother 
to finish mating with their little sister, so he could breed the 
little girl once their brother had finished cumming in her.
     I had to leave, before I got so aroused I found myself 
stripping off MY clothes and joining the two boys in fucking the 
little girl . . . If for no other reason than I'm a full grown 
man; while the boys are just teenagers.
     No, I didn't want to even THINK of molesting my cute little 
niece.
     It was hard to think of anything else though, as I settled 
down with the newspaper and heard one boy padding down the hall 
to the bedroom; while the steady "creak, creak, creak" left no 
doubt about what the boy's younger brother was doing after he 
finished.  The rising wail of a little girl reaching orgasm just 
added to the heavy atmosphere of sex that pervaded the house.
     After an unmistakable "Oh, oh, OH!" that echoed his big 
brother's earlier exclamations, the sounds coming from the hall 
died down to rustlings and then two people making trips to the 
bathroom, before the older boy appeared, still naked, with a 
towel in his hand, heading for the door.  "I'm first," he 
repeated his earlier claim, as the slam of the screen-door shut 
off his remark.  The slam caused by his younger brother following 
him barely covered up the "Hey!" of the 12-year-old.
     Danielle took a little longer; but soon appeared, also 
clutching a towel, and also completely naked.  Glancing at me, 
the little girl paused before dashing after her big brothers.
     "Uncle Mike?" she asked; looking the very image of innocent 
little girl . . . except for a sliding smear of liquid running 
down her right thigh, "We're going swimming . . . would you like 
to come too?"
     I shook my head; not daring to speak.



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     "No, your Uncle Mike is busy right now," said Karen; coming 
up behind her precocious daughter and giving the youngster a 
loving swat on her bare bottom.  "Now you get out there with your 
big brothers . . . I'll take care of your uncle, OK?"
     "OK, Momma."  The child's voice was clear as a bell, and 
twice as sweet.
     "Oh poor little brother's got a 'problem'," cooed Karen; 
looking pointedly down at the lump in my lap.  Damn!  It was 
obvious that her little girl had seen my erection; and what the 
child had been offering.  I shuddered at the very thought.  Six 
years old?  Damn.  I hadn't even known sex existed until almost 4 
years later.  Kids these days.
     "Kids," Karen echoed my thought with a laugh, "you've gotta' 
love 'em."
     This brought on a laugh by both of us at the semi-
intentional pun.
     "Well, Little Brother," said Karen; looking pointedly at my 
lap, "Do you need my help; or do you think you can handle that 
problem yourself?"
     I HAD to laugh at that.  "I'm OK," I grinned back.  Somehow 
I was sure that the long period without sex from my big sister 
was going to end fairly soon; and the next time she offered, I 
wasn't going to refuse.
     I got up to give Karen a kiss before leaving; and for the 
first time she kissed me like I have never kissed anyone but my 
wife, with full open-mouth and tongue licking tongue.  I gave as 
good as I got.
     Yes, a VERY short time left indeed.
     Getting home that afternoon, I was telling Linda about what 
I saw the three kids doing that afternoon, and how surprised I 
was that the little girl actually seemed to enjoy sex with her 
big brothers as much as they did, when my daughter piped up 
behind me, "Oh they do that all the time."  I hadn't even noticed 
Mary and Danny coming in . . . not that I would have stopped 
talking about what their cousins were doing if I had known they 
were there.  I raised an eyebrow to encourage my 12-year-old 
daughter to continue.
     "Dan and I think Danielle has been fucking both boys since 
she was five . . . or even younger," expounded the budding pre-
teen.  "For sure she's been getting both boys off since long 
before that.  I understand it's almost a constant orgy in their 
room every night."
     Her older brother nodded agreement.
     I looked at my two children.  At 12 years old, Mary was the 
very image of "nubile young girl"; with budding mounds of firm 
flesh topping her chest, and swelling hips that emphasized the 
fact that the space between them was widening in womanhood for 
childbearing.  Even her smiling face looked more like that of a 
woman than a child, and the sway of her hips and long legs just 
emphasized her ripening fertility.  If Mary had any boyfriends 
yet, I would have probably had her on the pill months earlier; 
but as long as the only boys she was seeing were her cousins and 
brother, I wasn't worried.




                                10


     Yes, honestly!  Even with the barely pre-teen girl sleeping 
naked with her big brother every night, and the obvious sexual 
relations her cousins were having with their little sister, I 
wasn't any more worried about my daughter than my sister and I 
had been at the same age.  If one day her tummy started getting 
big, then so what?  It's not as if whichever or the three boys 
who fathered a child on her wouldn't love both the baby and his 
sister or cousin (unlike the case if he was merely a boyfriend).
     Actually, the idea of my daughter carrying her big brother's 
baby in that cute little tummy of hers had a fair amount of 
appeal.  As long as neither kid minded, why not?  It sure 
wouldn't hurt anything.  While Mary was almost beautiful (and WAS 
beautiful to me; but I'm prejudiced, being her father) and the 
idea of her beautifully swollen with her own brother's child made 
a heartwarming image, Dan, on the other hand, was getting to be 
quite a handsome young boy (man) at 14; reminding me all too well 
of the horny kid I had been at the same age.  Why either of the 
two kids were still virgins, I had no idea.  My wife and I had 
certainly made no secrets about sex or where babies come from; 
and never even thought of closing the bedroom door, even (or 
especially) when we had sex.  If either or both of the kids ever 
wanted to watch, they did.
     I was puzzled.  If both kids knew their cousins were fucking 
up a storm, why weren't they?  Mary has been sleeping naked in 
the same bed with her big brother since she stopped wetting the 
bed, and we moved her out of the crib and into his room.  While 
we never specifically told them to have sex, I had really 
expected it to happen before now, just like it had happened 
between me and my big sister.
     Only I knew (believe me I KNEW) that both kids were still 
virgins.  WHY they were still virgins, I couldn't figure 
out . . . especially with the example of their cousins fucking 
around for over a year now (if I was to believe my daughter and I 
did) as an example.  I just had to ask; curiosity was killing me.
     "If that's the case, and neither of you seem to see anything 
wrong with Danielle fucking her own brothers like that, then why 
aren't YOU two kids fucking like your cousins are?" I asked.  "Is 
it that you don't like sex, or each other, or what?"
     "Huh?" replied both kids seeming to be astonished at the 
very idea of fucking each other; as if the idea of having sex 
together had never occurred to either of them.
     "He never asked me!"
     "She never asked me!"














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