                            Pure-Bred
                         An Erotic Story

     I looked at my two eldest daughters sitting at the supper 
table, and decided it was time.  The red hair and blue eyes of 
both children made them look exactly like me and my sister had at 
the same age (well, it should).  Like my sister and me, both 
little girls looked enough alike to pass for twins, and often 
had.  Which was not surprising, when you considered it.
     Since the older girl had been having periods for just over a 
year, while her year-younger sister had just started (exactly on 
time, and in sync with the rest of the family) I decided that 
tonight was the perfect time to introduce the kids to sex; the 
same way my mother had introduced my older sister and me to 
sex,at the same ages.  The fact that MY period had been just over 
a week and a half earlier, told me that this was the perfect time 
to start; as the whole family, from my sisters to my mother, 
grandmother, and both children usually had our "monthlies" within 
a day of each other.  Like so many other things about our family, 
this was expected, where it might be considered unusual in some 
other families, I understand.
     Before I spoke, I looked once again at the 11 and 12 year 
old little girls, and relived in my mind MY first time . . . .
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     It had been a night just like this one, with the whole 
family sitting around the dinner table.  The only differences 
being the furniture-styles and various home decorations that had 
been replaced over the years with more modern variations.  
Jennifer and I were just getting ready to get up from the table, 
and start washing dishes (another difference: now we have a 
dishwasher) when my mother stopped us.
     "Tonight," she said thickly; licking her lips in 
anticipation, "your grandmother and I have decided that you two 
girls are old enough to learn about sex."
     Both Jennifer and I looked at Mom with surprise.  While Mom 
and Grandma had not kept our family history a secret, we hadn't 
really expected this to happen yet.  Being children, the 
responsibilities of being an adult had always seemed to be years 
away; even though we knew it couldn't be much longer.  So, while 
it was a surprise to both of us, it wasn't really a shock.  
Thinking about it now, I realize that Mom had deliberately waited 
until I was old enough, before starting my elder sister, as she 
felt it wouldn't be fair to me, if she didn't.  The two of us 
(like my two eldest daughters) were almost like twins in 
everything we did.  Mother had even held up my big sister from 
starting school, so we could attend the first-grade together.  
Her mother had started her out at least two years earlier; not 
wishing my mother to miss out on the slightest chance.  It had 
paid off too; as Mom got pregnant with Jennifer not three months 
later.
     With us, Mom figured it was better to allow us to learn 
together, just like we learned everything else together.  After 
all, we WERE almost identical-twins, even though we were born 
almost exactly a year apart.



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     So, it wasn't really all that big a surprise to hear our 
mother say, "So tonight, your father is going to teach you girls 
about sex, by getting both of you pregnant, so you'll both know 
what it feels like.  With any luck at all, you both could have 
three or four kids by your father before you're 20, just like I 
did."
     Mother looked at us expectantly; as if waiting for either of 
us to object.  Only (of course) we didn't.  Just like her, we had 
been EXPECTING this for several years; and no more thought of 
objecting, than we thought of objecting to doing the other 
"chores" around the house, like washing dishes and keeping our 
rooms clean.  (I understand in SOME families, kids don't do these 
things without being forced, like we do.  But in our family, we 
all help out without even thinking about objecting; even helping 
our mother with the babies was just another thing we girls did.   
Yes, even "helping Mom" by HAVING babies by our father, just like 
she did, was just considered another one of the "chores" that we 
girls were expected to help out around the house with.  So, if 
Mom figured it was time we "helped out" by having Daddy's babies, 
then we sure weren't about to raise any objections.  I mean, it 
was just one of the things a girl DOES, if she's part of our 
family.
     I felt my pussy get a little wet, at the very thought; while 
I knew my older sister's panties must have been almost soaked.  
After all, she had been waiting almost a year for this; while I 
had barely started menstruating yet.
     "Can we watch too, Mom?" asked our little sister.
     My mother looked at our two younger siblings speculatively, 
then decided it was OK.  She had different plans for the two 
younger kids than us older girls, and I guess she figured it 
wouldn't hurt to let them get a head-start.  "Well, OK," she 
said; surprising me and Jennifer.  "But I just want you two to 
watch.  You're much too little yet to take Daddy inside you; so I 
want you to restrict any experimentation you two do, with each 
other.  OK?"
     That was the first time we had any inclination that Mom 
planned on mating my little brother and sister, like Great-
Grandma had mated Daddy to HIS sister.
     Yes, our family comes from a LONG line of incestuous 
relations.  Great-Grandmother Henrietta had Daddy get his sister 
pregnant with Grandma when he was 10 years old.  Then Grandma 
repeated the process; with Daddy fathering Jennifer, me, (Oh, I'm 
Marie Calander) my little brother Mark, and our little sister 
Diane on Mom; starting when she was barely 10 years old.  All of 
us Calander girls (Yep, we have more jokes about that one) get 
pregnant "early and often" like voters in Chicago; preferring to 
have out kids early; and then having our children produce the 
next batch when we get older.  Where most families are just 
starting, we are usually just ending.
     As I said, we come from a LONG line of incestuous 
relationships; starting with the two Calanders who got orphaned 
by a house fire back in the late 1700s, for almost 200 years our 
family had bred father to daughter, brother to sister, and (VERY 
occasionally) mother to son, in an unbroken string, for over 15 
generations.


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     Two of my great-aunts had shocked the entire family, when 
instead of sticking with their brother and 6 sisters, they had 
married their cousin; preferring to have a husband to share with 
each other, instead of 6 siblings.  Well, at least they "kept it 
in the family".
     WE all know enough about genetics, that we all have a good 
laugh at the "dangers of inbreeding".  For US, the family had 
inbred for so long, that any dangerous or unhealthy genes have 
LONG since been bred OUT.  In fact, for us, the danger would be 
to have children by somebody OUTSIDE the family; as we would be 
taking the chance of almost certainly introducing some unknown 
bad genes into our family.  None of us wants to take that chance.  
Besides, there's advantages to being so closely related.  After 
15 generations, (possibly even longer; as we don't know whether 
the custom started with the two Calenders in 1789, after the 
fire, or their parents were incestuously related also) we're 
almost like clones, or identical twins.  The two kids who started 
the family (well, at that time, being 15 and 13, they were both 
considered of "marriageable age"; so not really kids) had just 
kept on living together when their parents died; eventually 
having children of their own; with none of the new neighbors, who 
moved in around them, ever knowing that they were any different 
from any other young married couple.  The family eventually split 
up, with brother marrying sister, until after three generations a 
tiny genetic defect showed up that led to our present family 
structure.  Instead of the normal mix of just a slightly larger 
number of girls being born, for some reason our family exceeds 
that ratio by four or five to one.
     It's a rare generation that has more than one male sibling, 
in the four or five kids each of us girls usually have; and 
sometimes boys skip an entire generation.  It was a shock, when 
another of my great-aunts had THREE boys, that one of them 
married his cousins, instead of sharing his sister with his two 
brothers.  Can't say as I blame him (or the girls either).
     The whole family gets a chuckle out of hearing some "old" 
family in New York claim to be "Pure Bred".  They don't know what 
the term means.  After so many generations of father breeding 
daughter, and brother marrying sister, our family is so closely 
related that any of us can take skin-grafts from any of the 
others; fathers, daughters, or brothers and sisters.  Even our 
fingerprints are close enough to look like a match, at first-
glance.
     Though we know of a few (very few) other families that 
follow the same incestuous lifestyle that we do; none of THEM 
approaches being "pure-bred" like we do.  In fact, the entire 
family has been only breeding to itself for so long, that many of 
us wonder if we COULD still have children with somebody outside 
the family. . . . not that any of us would want to take the 
chance with our children to try.

     So, that night, Mom had Daddy come into the bedroom that 
Jennifer and I shared, and do just what she said he would do:  
Teach us about sex, by getting each of us pregnant with our own 
father's baby.



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     Mom had Jennifer go first, "Since she had been waiting a 
year longer," and had Daddy put his prick up inside her while the 
whole family watched.
     God was that exciting!  My other two siblings and I had 
gathered 'round one side of the bed, while Mom supervised Daddy 
breeding my big sister from the other.  She showed us Daddy's 
penis, and explained how sperm came out the hole in the tip; 
before being squirted inside the woman's belly, where it combined 
with her egg to make a baby.  She had Jennifer wipe Daddy's pre-
cum dribbling cock up and down her own slippery slit; until both 
of them were panting and they were both as slippery as they would 
get.  Then Mom had Jenny push up at Daddy when he pushed down; 
and his thick thing slid into my sister's body.  Jennifer let out 
a slight "ouch" then a louder "OW" as Daddy slid out about a 
half-inch, before sliding all the rest of the way inside her.  
Only being first wasn't really the best, it turns out.  Daddy had 
barely gotten his prick inside my big sister, when he started 
shuddering and shaking, and pulling Jenny close, while he spurted 
and spasmed his seed inside her.
     The whole family watched closely; while Mom made running 
comments on how Daddy was ejaculating his sperm in our big 
sister, and how (with any luck) he was getting her pregnant; 
since our period was a little over a week before, and Jenny 
should be ovulating any time in the next three or four days.
     (Huh?  "OUR period?"  Oh. . . I SAID we were almost all 
identical.  When any of us girls reach puberty, she almost 
immediately falls into "sync" with the other women in the family.  
I hear this isn't so rare; even in families not as closely 
related as ours. . . something about women in the same house with 
a fertile male makes them have periods at the same time.  It's 
just more pronounced with us.  Mom always knows when us girls are 
having our periods, by when she has hers.  Just like I know when 
my daughters are menstruating.)
     So, when Daddy squirted his sperm in my big sister's womb, 
that first night, the whole family knew that there was actually a 
good chance he was getting her pregnant right then . . . just 
like there would be a good chance he would get ME pregnant with 
his baby, when he did the same thing to me about an hour later.
     Yes, it took over an hour before Daddy was able to "breed" 
me like he did my big sister.  Daddy (at 35) was no longer the 
young kid who could fuck three times inside an hour, like Mom 
says he was when SHE first had Daddy get her pregnant.  Still, I 
couldn't complain.  After breeding my big sister, it took Daddy 
almost 20 minutes of sliding in and out of my hot little hole, 
before he came in thick sticky gushes of white baby-making cum 
squirting against my uterus, where it belonged.  I barely noticed 
the pain of losing my virginity, as the excitement of mating with 
my own father made me too excited to feel it . . . almost.  It 
DID hurt for just a second; and I let out an "OW" to match my 
older sister's; but after that, it started feeling pretty good.







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     No, I didn't climax that first time; any more than Jennifer 
did.  But I DID enjoy the feeling of Daddy sliding in and out for 
almost 20 minutes, before he stiffened on top of me, and blew 
thick sticky wads of incestuous cream against my womb; just like 
he had done with my big sister.
     You know . . . it was almost funny.  For the next three 
days, Jenny kept insisting that Daddy fuck her first, because she 
didn't get to feel it good, like I did.  And each time, the 
excitement of being inside her made Daddy "blow it" by cumming 
almost immediately after he got inside her; while I got to feel 
Daddy sliding in and out of ME, for at least twice as long, each 
time.  It wasn't until the third time, that Daddy managed to hold 
off and let my "big" sister enjoy it for a while, before he got 
too excited and ejaculated his sperm inside her.  There must be 
something incredibly erotic about breeding your own nubile young 
pre-teenaged daughter, that makes a man cum quickly.  Especially, 
if it's the first few times.  Whatever.
     In any case, it was almost a week before Daddy was able to 
give each of us the big long screw that he usually gave Mom, my 
grandmother, and my two aunts.
     Still, we enjoyed it very much.  Just feeling your own 
father's thick prick sliding up inside your vagina, has to be 
experienced to be believed.  Then, feeling the man you love most 
in the world, your own father, jerking and shaking on top of you, 
while he squirts and spasms your womb full of the same thick 
white cum that created you in your mother's womb, at the same 
age, is a pleasure that cannot be described to those of you out 
there who are neglected by their parents; as I understand is the 
custom.  How a man could mistreat the little girl he claims to 
love, by making her marry and get pregnant by somebody else, is 
something I'll never understand.
     Huh?  Did we climax?  No. . . . not at first.  At first, it 
was just enough to know that Daddy enjoyed squirting his sperm 
inside us.  It was almost two months before my sister or I "got 
off" with Daddy.  And (of course) it was Jenny who did it first.  
I watched with envy the first time my big sister started shaking 
and jerking underneath Daddy, while I knew her tight little slit 
was squeezing and milking on Daddy's prick, like you just 
couldn't do consciously.  That was the thing that made me jealous 
the most . . . the fact that she was making Daddy feel good, in a 
way I couldn't yet.  Not that I didn't try.  I squeezed and did 
my best to make Daddy feel good inside me, while working back and 
forth as hard as I could.  By this time, both my sister and I 
were what Daddy called, "pretty darned good fucks."  Well, it all 
came from TRYING to be "good fucks."  We both WANTED Daddy to 
feel good when he fucked us; that way he would do it more often; 
so we could have that much better chance of feeling his baby 
growing inside us.
     Mom gave us lessons in how to squeeze Daddy's prick, by 
having each of us practice holding a carrot inside our cunnies; 
and pretending we were holding back pee.  After about a month or 
so of this, I got so I could hold a carrot inside my vagina for 
almost 20 minutes, while Jennifer could only manage 10.




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     It was a friendly rivalry between me and my big sister, over 
who fucked Daddy best, who had their first climax by him, and who 
got pregnant first.
     It was almost a month after Jennifer that Daddy was fucking 
me, just before he started the (by now familiar) jerking on top 
of me that presaged his filling my womb with squirt after thick 
sticky squirt of thick white cum; when I suddenly started wailing 
and grabbing Daddy; and my cunny started squeezing and clamping 
on his prick like I couldn't believe.  It seemed like a big ball 
just grew in my belly, and then exploded; as I had my first 
climax with my own father pumping his incestuous seed in my womb.  
From then on, I was never satisfied unless Daddy "got me off" at 
least once.  And the older I got, the easier it got; until 
eventually I could manage to have three or four climaxes, before 
it got to be too much for Daddy, and he squirted my uterus full 
of thick white jets of incestuous cum.  God, do I love fucking my 
father.
     I'm not sure; but I've always figured that I got pregnant 
that first time I came with Daddy's prick belching thick white 
gobs of sperm in my womb.  For sure I didn't have my period two 
weeks later; so even if it wasn't that particular day, I have no 
evidence that it wasn't.  To ME, that was the first time that 
Daddy got me pregnant.  Of course, my big sister had to copy me; 
skipping her period at the same time I did.  Mom was right about 
the two of us being identical in so many ways.
     After that first time, Mom made sure that Daddy got each of 
us two girls pregnant almost immediately the first time, and then 
at least once every two years, for the next three kids apiece.  
By that time, our little sister and brother were old enough to 
take over; with Mark and Diane having twins, almost before my son 
was born.
     Huh?  When did they start?  Didn't I TELL you?  Oh; I guess 
not.
     Heck, both kids were fucking each other that very first 
night.  Even before Daddy stiffened on top of me and squirted my 
tummy full of cum for the first time, I heard an "Ow" from our 
little sister, as her "big" brother copied Daddy; and slid his 
tiny peter up inside his sister's tight little slit.
     By the time either of our parents even noticed that Mark had 
climbed on top of Diane, mounting her just the way Daddy had me, 
it was too late; as the boy already had his prick buried to the 
hilt in the little girl.
     Besides, Mom had always planned on mating the two kids.  It 
just happened a little earlier than she planned, that's all.  
Once they started though, Mom didn't figure there was any reason 
to make them stop; so she just let them continue "practicing 
making a baby" just like Daddy was doing with Jennifer and me, 
until about three years later, they "got it right" for the first 
time.
     Just like Mom, Diane had her first baby before she was ten 
years old; only by my little brother; instead of by Daddy, like 
the rest of us girls did.





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     Since then, she's had three more children by our brother; 
and they are planning to have at least two more.  All girls.  
Diane plans on starting her own dynasty, just like Daddy, with 
her own brother.  Well, she's gotten off to a good start; with 
four kids by Mark, before she was 15.
     In a way, I'm a little disappointed, because that means that 
I probably could have gotten pregnant by Daddy at least a year 
earlier myself.  Oh well.  Maybe it wouldn't have been as much 
fun, being pregnant at only nine.  For sure my sister and I had 
fun "getting bred" by Daddy, when we did get old enough; and for 
years afterwards too; keeping our bellies filled with his babies 
until we each decided we'd had enough.  Then, when Jennifer moved 
out, Daddy stayed with Mom and me; since Jenny had two healthy 
sons to "help her" with her four girls.
     I feel sorry for you "outsiders"; because I understand most 
of you have to wait until you're 16, or even older, to begin 
having babies; and some don't start until you're over 20!  To me, 
that's a shame to waste your life that way; still raising babies, 
when you're in your 20's.  In OUR family, we start as young as 
possible, and most of us girls have finished having kids LONG 
before we're 20; and our kids are already having kids of their 
own by that time; leaving us to relax and play the role of 
grandparents.  By the time we're old enough to earn a living, our 
baby-making days are usually over, so we don't have little kids 
getting in the way.  I mean, girls should have their babies while 
they're still young enough for their parents to support, so they 
can pay more attention to the babies.  Then THEY can support 
THOSE children, when THEY get old enough to have babies.  That 
way, we don't have the big conflict over the importance of a job, 
versus the importance of having kids.  That's still another 
reason for "keeping it in the family", as it's so much easier to 
get somebody to fuck; if that "somebody" lives in the same house 
with you.  Especially if it's somebody you already love, like 
your own father.
     Mom made sure that we all "kept it in the family", so none 
of HER kids got "hot pants" for any of the boys outside the 
family, and thus kept the family "pure" by getting our sex where 
we were supposed to.  Mom knew we would start fucking somebody; 
and if it wasn't Daddy, then it would be somebody else.  Thank 
God our mother bred us to Daddy in time, before we started 
chasing the boys in the neighborhood; just to feel what it was 
like to be fucked, and have a baby growing in our tummies.  
Otherwise, who knows what kind of mongrels our children would be; 
as horny as the three of us were?  And we all WERE horny little 
sluts, who would probably have dropped our panties for the first 
man who tried; if Mom hadn't let us feel what a REAL man like 
Daddy could do; breeding us girls, and getting us pregnant with 
his babies within three months of the first time he squirted his 
sperm inside our tummies; so that our children remained "pure-
bred", just like we were.  No "mongrels" in OUR family!
     Thinking of which . . . I snapped myself out of my daydream.
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     If my daughters' children were going to be "pure-bred" like 
the rest of us, then I'd better make sure that they didn't get 
interested in any of the "mongrels" out there.


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     My pussy was already so slippery, it was like it was running 
streams of melted butter at the very thought of what was coming.  
The girls were ready enough . . . I knew that MY egg was probably 
ripening inside me even as I stood there; so my daughters should 
be ready also.  Lord knows I had been waiting for this day long 
enough . . . So had Daddy.
     "Tonight," I said thickly; licking my lips, in unconscious 
imitation of my own mother, 12 years earlier, "my mother and I 
have decided that you girls are old enough to learn about sex."
















































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