                        Watching the kids
                         An Erotic Story

     Some things you don't learn about your kids, except by 
accident.  For example: Yesterday, I got up in the middle of the 
night to take a pee, when I saw the light coming from underneath 
my daughter's door.  Even at 16, I think my daughter should get 
some sleep at night, so I nudged the door open to tell her to 
pack it up and get some sleep, before she ended up falling asleep 
in class the next day.  What I saw through the crack of the 
doorframe, made me shut my mouth with a snap.  No wonder Mike 
hadn't insisted on sleeping in his old room during the three days 
he was back from college; insisting that he'd, "Do all right on 
the couch."  He wasn't sleeping on the couch at all; he was 
"sleeping" with his little sister!  If you call that sleep.
     In the faint light from the nightstand, I could see every 
detail, as my eyes were fully dark-adapted from going to the 
bathroom in the dark.  I knew neither kid could see me in the 
hall, and if I didn't call attention to the slight crack I had 
opened the door, they would never know I was spying on them.
     I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't help myself. . . 
After all, how often is it that you see YOUR little girl getting 
royally screwed?  Mike and Sharon were definitely old enough to 
know what they were doing, so there wasn't any point in my 
yelling and screaming at them.  If I had tried to stop them (Both 
of them being over the "age-of-consent" in this state.) they 
could have just packed up and moved out together.
     Anyhow, I wasn't inclined to anyway.  There's something 
incredibly erotic about watching a 16-year-old girl getting the 
lights fucked out of her. . . Especially, if the boy doing the 
fucking is her 18-year-old brother.
     I jammed my knuckles in my mouth, and bit down on them, 
trying to stifle a groan of passion from drawing attention to my 
voyeurism.  Thankfully the two kids were too engrossed in what 
THEY were doing to notice one of their parents peeking through 
the crack of the door.  God was that sexy!
     Sexy?  Heck, it was better than any porno-flick I had ever 
seen; even those I had picked out with my spouse, down at the 
video parlor.  The two kids moved from position to position, with 
practiced ease; showing by their skill and familiarity with what 
the other liked, that this was FAR from being the first time for 
them.  They moved from straight sex to oral sex to doggy-style 
and then back to oral sex.  First him servicing her; then my 
little girl sucking off her big brother.  For a while, I wondered 
if she planned to bring the older boy off with her mouth, (Or, 
kinky shudder here, her ass.) to keep from getting pregnant.  I 
hadn't put Sharon on the pill yet, because with typical parent-
blindness, I hadn't thought she needed it, seeing as she didn't 
seem to have any boyfriends.  Now I knew why!  She didn't need 
any; being kept sexually satisfied by her own brother.  Boy was I 
dumb!
     Only Mike didn't finish off in her mouth.  When he started 
to get too close, Sharon stopped sucking him, and let her big 
brother "cool off" a bit, before shifting to a plain-old 
"missionary-style" fuck for the big climax.


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     I began to wonder if they were using ANY type of 
"protection, or if they were just going to, (Shudder.) "Take 
their chances."  While I could tell that Mike wasn't using a 
"rubber", there were many types of contraceptives that women 
could use (besides the pill) that wouldn't be visible from the 
outside, and most of which were quite natural in feel.  (Like the 
diaphragm, the sponge, and even various contraceptive jellies.)
     Still, I had never even seen a hint of any such items around 
the house, and for similar reasons I didn't think Sharon was on 
the pill, though she might have been, as some girls DO get them, 
without their parents knowing.
     The thought of my "little" boy (Damn!  From the look of it, 
he sure wasn't "little" any more.) squirting his seed inside his 
own sister's unprotected womb, was so exciting I almost bit my 
tongue off; keeping from saying something.  No, I didn't really 
WANT my little girl to get pregnant by her horny big-brother, but 
the very thought that she MIGHT, even by accident, was incredibly 
erotic!  (No contraceptive is 100% effective, you know.)  As 
these thoughts flashed through my head, my question about Sharon 
being "on the pill" was answered, albeit indirectly.
     "Oh.  Oh!  I'm going to cum," groaned Mike; the first words 
I had heard from either of them; the previous half-hour being 
almost all non-verbal communication between the two incestuous 
lovers.
     "Oh God, don't cum in me!  I might have a baby!" moaned 
Sharon; still madly humping back at her big brother.  Obviously 
if it was up to HER, then she was as good as pregnant, because 
she just couldn't stop herself.
     "Oh God, I. . . Oh. . .," Mike groaned.
     Two times, (Or was it three? I saw him jam his distended 
prick in his little sister's belly, before suddenly yanking it 
out just as a thick white *splat* of cum splashed against the top 
of the girl's slit, before being followed by a second and then 
third and fourth healthy squirt.  For a second, I wondered if 
what I saw wasn't just the remainder of his orgasm; the boy 
already having left the first two or three squirts in his little 
sister's belly.
     On the other hand, no other man I knew, would be able to cum 
inside a girl, and still have THAT much sperm to squirt all over 
her flat little tummy.  By the time he finished, Sharon's body 
was splashed from neck to crotch with streams of thick white goo.  
Jesus!  Was THAT ever sexy!  I was practically creaming my jeans 
at the erotic sight.  (Aw, what do I mean, "Almost."  My shorts 
were a sticky mess.)
     Sharon looked down her chest at the obscene mess covering 
her belly, breasts, and even making obscene drools in the fur 
above her sopping-wet cunt.
     "Oh God," she said, "if any of that got in me. . ."
     I shuddered in sympathy.  Sharon had a point.
     My daughter reached down and stripped her brother's prick; 
milking two or three more squirts onto her already obscenely 
covered tummy.





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     "God," she said again, "if you got any of that stuff in me, 
before you pulled out. . . Heck, even this little bit right 
here," she said; stripping her brother's prick, until one last 
thick gob of white appeared at the tip, "could get me pregnant."
     "I probably would be having your baby within the year, if 
this stuff got inside me," she observed calmly, as she fitted the 
drooling head of her brother's prick; thick white drop still 
dripping from the tip; into the already sloppy hole between her 
widespread legs, and humped up against her big brother; so it 
slid all the way home inside her.  The stimulation was too much 
for the older boy.  "Oh God, oh God.  I'm doing it again," he 
moaned, as this time he sank his thick prick all the way home in 
his sister's belly, and let fly with yet another thick squirt of 
incestuous sperm inside her.
     That was too much for me.  I could barely keep from 
bellowing my ecstasy, as I came in my pants.  I had to go back to 
the bathroom, to wash them out, so I didn't get questioned about 
them later.  I was just hurrying down the hall, when I heard one 
last giggle from my daughter.
     "Well?" she asked her big brother, "Do you suppose whoever 
it was, enjoyed the show?"
     "Well, I don't know about whoever was watching," he panted 
in reply, "but I sure did, Little Sister, I sure did.  You've 
just GOT to move in with me down there.  Doing without you, is 
getting to be a pain in the nuts."
     Oh cripes.  They had both known I was peeking.































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