                           Perverted?
                         An Erotic Story

     Some people would think I was perverted, cruel, abusive, or 
even insane to allow the things to go on in our house that do.  
Only it isn't that I so much "allow" these things to happen, as 
that I have little choice in what I could do to stop them.  As it 
is, everybody is happy, healthy, eating well, and the kids are 
getting good grades in school.  If I tried to stop things ... 
shudder ... then the older kids would probably end up in "reform" 
schools or similar places, my husband and I would probably be in 
jail, and the younger kids would end up (at the least) in foster-
homes, where with their backgrounds they would most likely be 
abused ... both sexually and physically.  To me, the status-quo 
seems by far the better choice.  I'll give you an idea of what I 
mean, by telling you a story.

     The other morning I was passing by the three boys' room, 
when I heard an unmistakable giggle from inside.  As many times 
as I had admonished their little sister that the boys' bedroom 
wasn't a "proper" place for little girls, Cindy never seemed to 
get the point.  After all, it had been HER, not the older kids 
who had started things almost a year and a half earlier, when the 
precocious kid had found rather "inappropriate" material, both on 
the computer, and other places; showing an interest in so-called 
"obscene" pictures and other media, along with an ability to find 
ever more of it, in spite of things like "parental controls" and 
putting the computer in the living room, where all could see what 
was being done there.  Removing the computer, or disconnecting it 
from the net wasn't an option either, as my husband used it for 
work ... and the youngster had found ways around every other 
method my husband had tried.  It seems Cindy knows more about 
computers and how they work than he did.  SHE could lock him out 
of the computer, while he couldn't do the same for her.  In any 
other case, a show of intelligence and ingenuity like that would 
have been cause for shouting from the rooftops.  In this case 
however, a little 5-year-old kid with a propensity for finding 
hard-core porn, wasn't something you wanted the neighbors to know 
about.
     Things came to a head once Cindy found her first examples of 
"kiddy porn".  Before that, we had at LEAST been able to put her 
off with explanations about how such things were for adults; and 
as long as all the pictures agreed, she had tended to accept our 
word on it.  (Though it didn't stop the kid from masturbating 
with first her fingers, then hot-dogs, and finally any household 
item she could make fit.)  We never DID know when Cindy first 
lost her virginity; as it almost seemed as if she never had one.  
We did manage to convince her that such things were private, to 
be kept in a bedroom, and not to be mentioned at all to friends, 
neighbors, or people at school.  Luckily, she has retained that 
knowledge and restraint, even with her present expanded 
activities.
     Like I said though, once Cindy saw actual pictures of kids 
only slightly older than herself (and a few actually younger!) 
having obvious fun ... well, it didn't take her more than a day 


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or so to find out for herself just how much fun they were 
having ....
     This morning, for example, when my daughter's unmistakable 
giggle rang out from her brothers' bedroom, I looked in to see 
just how much "fun" she was having with the older boys, and I'll 
admit a little horny curiosity on my part of wanting to watch the 
kid do things that even I hadn't done until I had seen HER do 
them.
     I was right in my suspicions.  Cindy was sitting on one boy, 
his prick half buried in her little slit, sucking off the eldest 
one, and jacking off the third.  The cute little slut was 
completely and unashamedly naked, in a menage-a-quatro that would 
have made most porno stars blush.  As I watched, fascinated, 
first the youngest boy managed to dislocate his prick from inside 
her body, as he started spewing thick white cum all over the 
child's tummy.  With this as a signal. Cindy pulled her mouth off 
Danny's prick and started jacking the older boy off at a furious 
rate; urging him to "Cum, cum, cum," while she fisted Mike's 
prick at a similar pace.
     I have to hand it to the little girl.  No sooner had she 
removed her mouth from the older boy's penis, than it also 
started squirting thick white goo right in her face, to be 
followed almost immediately by his brother Michael doing the same 
thing on the child's chest.  Cindy must have known just how close 
the three kids were, and had been timing it to get all three boys 
to cum at the same time.  The fact that Danny's goo went all over 
her face, and even into her mouth as she urged the boys to squirt 
all over her body, face, legs, and even arms, bothered the little 
girl not a whit; just urging each one of the three older boys to 
cum, while ignoring the thick goo squirting in one eye, and the 
two or three shots that went right into her mouth while she 
encouraged them to squirt even more on her.
     I guess you've never seen ANYTHING truly erotic, until 
you've seen a six year old little girl grinning from ear to ear, 
with thick white gooey cum splattering her body from top to 
bottom, in her eyes, hair, nose and mouth, and even dripping from 
her cunny.  "Mmmmm," she almost purred with satisfaction, as the 
three boys fell away from her on the large bed.  "Thanks," she 
added, as she moved off Terry, and started to head for the edge 
of the bed herself, when she caught me looking in the door open-
mouthed at the sight of my little girl getting royally hosed down 
with her brothers' seed.  Cindy looked at me and gave me the 
biggest gap-toothed grin you ever saw.  Obviously she was 
enjoying this scene even more than her three older brothers ... 
and none of them were complaining a bit!
     It was after she had acknowledged my presence, that Cindy 
noticed her big brother Danny lying on the bed with still half a 
hard-on.  The little girl's eyes lighted up, and her grin got 
even bigger.  I watched in amazement as my little six year old 
daughter, still streaked and gooey with cum, clambered gleefully 
up the sixteen-year-old's body, and settled on top of him; 
fisting the older boy's prick and working it into her body.





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     It LOOKED as if there was no way that almost adult-sized 
penis would fit inside such a little girl ... but Cindy had shown 
many times already how deceptive such appearances were.    With 
grunts, groans (mostly from Danny) and a slight wince from Cindy, 
the precocious little girl fisted the older boy's penis, and with 
a squirming, twisting motion slowly worked the engorged member 
into her wet and dripping sex, until all but an inch of the boy's 
member was inside her, and you could actually see the child's 
tummy being pushed out from the inside by the invading tool.
     Once she had Danny's prick safely inside her tummy, Cindy 
began rising and falling on him ... not really fucking; as the 
swollen prick was in her too tightly to slide in and out ... but 
more stimulating and stirring her insides, while Danny's prick 
pulled and pushed as much as it could without her body letting 
go.  "Hi, Mommy," she finally acknowledged my presence, once she 
was properly engaged.  "I'm fucking Danny."
     "So I see," I responded, as I moved closer to the bed to see 
the incestuous coupling.  I was amazed that even my oldest son 
had managed to get (or more correctly KEEP) an erection so soon 
after cumming.  By now the sperm the three boys had ejaculated 
all over the girl had liquefied into just slimy trails, while 
Cindy had wiped the cum out of her eyes and around her mouth with 
a finger ... and cleaned the finger by licking the sticky goo off 
with her mouth.  "Is he going to cum in you?" I asked; reminding 
Cindy of the "Birds and Bees" lecture we had a few days earlier.  
While not old enough to get pregnant YET, if the boys kept this 
activity up without pulling out or other precautions, it was just 
a matter of when, not if, the little girl would be carrying one 
of her brothers' babies in her tummy.
     None of the boys however, seemed in the slightest worried 
about having full vaginal intercourse with, cumming in, or even 
fathering a child on their little sister.  To a large extent I 
blame that on the fact that Cindy didn't show the slightest 
interest in or worry about whether she got pregnant by her own 
brothers or not.  "Uhuh," she responded, "he'd BETTER, if he 
knows what's good for him."  This remark was followed by a big 
grin at me to show the threat was all for show ... and then a 
curious, almost introverted look on the child's face, as she 
concentrated on the feeling of having a man-sized prick 
stretching her insides.  Shortly Cindy was rising and falling 
even faster, as her own lubrication, the sperm Terry had squirted 
inside her earlier, and Danny's pre-cum made her slippery enough 
for even THAT enormous member to slide in and out almost five 
inches at a time.  My little girl was about to experience the 
ultimate sensation there is ... at only six years old ... of 
having a climax with a real MAN squirting and cumming inside her 
vagina; trying to fill her womb with his baby before she even 
entered the first grade.









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     Only the three of us had forgotten the other two occupants 
of the room.  The erotic sight of their 6 year old little sister 
being royally screwed by (or more correctly, royally screwing) 
their older brother, had aroused the two younger boys enough for 
them to get interested again.  Ah, like I said, the resilience of 
youth!  "Here," said Mike; pushing and motioning the two fucking 
kids to move farther up the bed, while Terry impatiently tried to 
get in alongside as well.
     With an awkward squirming, Cindy and Danny managed somehow 
to move up the bed until Danny's head was on the pillow, and 
Cindy was sitting on her brother, back to him, with his prick 
still buried to the hilt in her body.  How they managed it, I 
don't know; as I'm sure *I* could never have wriggled around that 
much without having my lover's prick come out.  Perhaps it was 
just that Cindy was so tight.
     A minute later, I was treated to the erotic sight of the 
century.  If it had been sexy seeing a little 6-year-old covered 
with the sperm of three male members of her own household, what 
can I say about that same little girl wailing and panting in 
sexual bliss, while rising and falling on a man-sized penis 
buried in her tight little slot ... at the same time another 
boy's penis was up to the hilt in her cute little butt, while she 
sucked on the swollen penis of a 13-year-old with the practiced 
experience that a seasoned whore would envy?  Add to that, the 
little girl was still covered with the now-drying splatters of a 
cum-bath that you would be hard put to find even in the 
raunchiest of porno movies, and what can I say?
     With a sudden grunt, Danny sank to the root in Cindy; 
ignoring his younger brother on top of him, as he spasmed their 
little sister's womb full of incestuous seed.
     Cindy's wail of appreciation was muffled by the thick member 
in her mouth ... and then the little girl was choking and 
spluttering as that same mouth and throat got filled with even 
more cum.  In spite of almost choking on the spewing member, my 
daughter didn't pull off and try to catch her breath; instead 
shoving forward and almost swallowing the boy completely, as he 
emptied his prostate down her throat.  It was only AFTER Mike had 
finished completely that Cindy pulled off, to cough violently 
twice and sneeze so hard that thick white drool dripped out of 
her nose.
     Through this all, Terry kept pounding away at the little 
girl's backside, almost unnoticed until he announced, "I'm 
cumming!" and added his seed to that already in the child by 
spewing Cindy's tummy full of cum from the other end.
     This time, instead of falling apart, all three kids kind of 
collapsed on each other, with Terry and Danny keeping their 
pricks inside the little girl's bottom and cunny, while Cindy 
slowly licked and sucked the mess off the middle boy's penis ... 
making mewling and humming noises of appreciation as she did so.








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     It was only AFTER I had left this contented scene, that I 
realized from my own soaked panties (and vaguely remembered) that 
I had at least three climaxes of my own while watching my little 
girl getting screwed like a porno-star could only hope to get.  I 
only had tiny memories of working myself off with two fingers on 
my clit, and the other hand almost buried up my hole ... things 
that normally be almost engraved in my mind.  Watching my little 
girl getting royally fucked though, had taken over almost all of 
my attention.
     As I left, I heard a faint murmur of, "Thanks," from Cindy.  
Who she was thanking, whether me, one of the boys, or all of us, 
I'm not sure.  I'm not certain, but I think I heard faint groans 
from at least two of the boys.  I grinned in appreciation.
     Later, when Cindy came into the room wearing only a nightie, 
still oozing a little goo down one leg, and patches of sperm 
still drying all over her body, I sent her back to take a shower 
before I'd allow her to join the rest of the family for 
breakfast.  SOME standards still had to be maintained.
     About an hour later, I found Danny in Cindy's room, on top 
of the little girl, fucking her missionary-style, as if they were 
married.  Since he was obviously almost ready to cum, I didn't 
say anything until he finished, while Cindy pulled him into her 
body with both legs and arms, until he left every drop of sperm 
he had (well, at that moment anyway) inside his little sister's 
body.  THEN I castigated him.
     "You KNOW you're not supposed to be in here," I said; 
reminding him of the rules we had established.  "If Cindy wants 
to come to YOU, then she can.  I am NOT having you boys come in 
here and molest HER, you understand?"
     Danny at first just grunted; then started to speak up in his 
own defense, "But she ...." he began.
     "But she, nothing," I interrupted.  "If you can't abide by 
the rules, I'll see to it that you don't get ANY sex from your 
little sister.  I'm sure your two brothers will be only TOO happy 
to do everything that she needs ... Do you understand me?"
     "Yes, Mom."
     "Well, see to it. And another thing ..."
     "Yes, Mom."
     "If you keep cumming in your little sister like that, 
eventually you're going to get her pregnant.  You know that, 
don't you?"
     "Yes, Mom."  Danny just looked at me, as if to ask, "So ... 
what's the point?"
     I gave up.  If the kids weren't worried about planting a 
baby in their little sister's tummy, there wasn't much I could do 
about it, without calling in the cops and breaking the whole 
family up.  We had supplied condoms and creams ... all of which 
sat unused in the boys' bedroom since that first time.
     "In any case, YOU are supposed to be dressed and ready to go 
by now," I said with some annoyance; trying to get at least 
SOMETHING out of the conversation.  The bus will be here any 
minute now, and you're not ready!"
     "Yes, Mom."




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     I sighed with some annoyance, and kept an eye on the boy as 
he oh-so-slowly started pulling pants and shirt on.  I wanted to 
almost SCREAM at him that he'd be late for school ... but knew 
from past experience that screaming would just make him 
slower ... and later.
     I breathed a sigh of relief, as Danny and Mike slammed out 
the door, about 30 seconds before the bus rumbled up.  Like 
always, the boys knew just how long they could wait and stall 
without missing the bus ... far better than I did, and they knew 
it.  Sometimes I think they push the envelope just to test my 
patience ... other times I know it's that they just don't see the 
NEED to hurry a bit more than they have to.  To a person like me, 
that's almost as frustrating.
     "Mommy?"  Cindy's voice at my elbow stopped my ruminations.
     "What, Hon?"  I looked down at the little girl beside me.  
Barely up to my chest, not even forty pounds soaking wet, the 
girl had more sex-appeal than I had with full boobs, bush, and a 
fanny that drew wolf-whistles when I was in college.  While far 
from innocent, the little girl had an innocent look and yet 
curiosity that somehow made every move she had almost a study in 
seduction.  No wonder her big brothers hadn't been able to resist 
the little scamp.  If she had been the slightest inclined to 
female-female sex, I knew that I would never have been able to 
resist either.  I shivered for a second, as I remembered my one 
experience with such activities in the sorority dorm.  Then I 
firmly put the thought away, as I looked down into the pleading 
little blue eyes of the girl that had stolen my heart (and her 
father's too) the moment I first held her in the hospital room.  
Basically, my husband and I are about as confirmed heterosexuals 
as our kids are.
     "Mommy?  I'm still horny."  Oh shit.
     "Danny didn't have enough time to get me off, before he had 
to go, so could you ..."
     For a second, I had a fright, while a cold sensation washed 
over me, as if somebody had dumped a bucket of ice-water on me.  
I just looked at Cindy, waiting.
     "... could you ask Daddy to help me out ... please, 
Mommy ... Please?"
     The relief at the one side, while immediate worry about the 
new situation caused me to stand there for a second or two, 
unable to respond at all.
     "Please, Mommy?  Please, please, please?"  The child was 
almost jittering around me, her big blue eyes just begging me 
with far more force than her pleas from her mouth.  I knew Cindy 
wouldn't pout or have a tantrum at not getting her way (like some 
kids) but the thought of those sad little eyes full of tears ... 
or worse yet, sexual frustration ... were almost enough to 
convince me, without any further discussion ... almost.
     "I can't Honey," I replied; temporarily putting the subject 
off.  "Daddy's at work now."  I HOPED that by the time my husband 
returned, the little girl would have forgotten her request, or 
taken out her horniness on her returning big brothers ... or at 
the least, put it off until I had a chance to discuss it with 
him.  No such luck, of course.



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     "Please, Mom.  Daddy's going to be home for lunch.  We could 
do it while you get ready.  Please, Mommy.  Pleeeaaasse?"
     Who can resist that pleading look of a six-year-old?  
Especially one so cute that it took all our willpower to keep 
from spoiling the kid rotten.  Cindy never took advantage of it 
though; rarely asking for special things or privileges.  Well, if 
you don't count having almost unlimited sex with all three older 
brothers a privilege.  Still, it is almost certain the three boys 
enjoyed "helping" their little sister out in this manner, almost 
as much as she did ... almost.  The particular situation right 
now being a case in point.
     "Well ... Ask your father," I said; putting the question 
off.  Or maybe not, as I knew my husband would no more be able to 
resist the child than I could ... or her brothers, for that 
matter.
     "Mom, I need YOU to say yes ... Daddy already told me I 
needed your permission.  Please?"
     Oh shit.  That conniving, dirty, skunk of a husband of mine, 
and put the decision off on ME ... so *I* would be the dirty ogre 
who had to say, "No," to a child who just didn't understand what 
was wrong with sex ... even, or especially, sex with her own 
family members.  The dirty rat!  "I'll have to think about it," I 
told her.
     Cindy just looked disappointed; but at least didn't cry.
     At lunch, I looked at Dan Sr., and told him, "Cindy asked if 
she could ... well, you know ... with you?"
     Dan just raised his eyebrows in that engaging way he has, 
and replied, "Well, what did you say?" before sipping again at 
his coffee.
     "I said, 'I'll think about it,'" I replied.
     Cindy looked hopefully up from her hot-dog.
     "And what did you think?"
     "I'm still thinking," I answered.
     "Oh."
     Cindy looked down at the table, disappointed.  However, I 
knew she wasn't nearly as frustrated now as earlier; as the hot-
dogs the three of us were having for lunch, now all had little-
girl flavoring.  (No, I didn't mind using hot-dogs, polish-
sausages, carrots, cucumbers, or zucchini after Cindy [or even I] 
had "used" them for more intimate purposes.  The inside of a 
vagina is almost sterile if kept reasonably clean ... Besides, 
after boiling, who could tell?)  That, and the whimpers and moans 
she made in her bedroom before returning the hot-dogs to the 
refrigerator, all flushed and somewhat mussed, were quite good 
evidence that Cindy could manage things herself, without help 
from male partners, if she had to.  It's just BETTER to do it 
with somebody else, as I could well testify to.
     That night, after three more episodes of Cindy borrowing 
things from my bedroom during the day, and an almost hour-long 
orgy in the boys' bedroom when she got home, where I figure all 
three boys must have fucked the kid at least once, and more 
likely filled the little girl's tummy with sperm two or three 
times each, things settled back into a normal family night of 
watching TV, and homework for the boys.



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     It was only when bedtime (for Cindy at least) was 
approaching, and the little girl suddenly realized it was almost 
time for bed, and she was about to go to bed horny, that things 
changed from what goes on in almost any household with kids.
     "Mike?" she asked.  "Could you?"
     "I'm sorry, Cindy," I interrupted.  "You don't have time for 
that.  Bedtime is in ten minutes.  You should have asked your 
brother earlier."
     "But I was watching ... I wanted to see the end of the 
show!"
     "That was YOUR choice," I reminded her.  Bedtime is 9:00, 
and you know it.  Now get in there and brush your teeth."
     Cindy sent a pleading look at her father; but Dan was no 
more inclined to cave in than I was.  Actually, even less.  We 
had one standard in disciplining the kids we never broke:  When 
one of us made a rule, or ruling, the other one backed him/her up 
100%.  Even if we didn't agree on it.  There was no going from 
one parent to the other to overrule a decision in OUR family.
     "When you finish, head into our bedroom," I added, once I 
saw Cindy was following orders and getting ready for bed, instead 
of trying to either seduce one of her brothers, or try convincing 
us she should be allowed one last "piece" before bedtime.  I 
think about 7 times in one day, is quite enough ... even for an 
oversexed cute little slut of a preschooler like Cindy.  "Your 
father and I will be in, in about an hour," I added.
     All four kids looked at us in surprise.  Surprise?  Wide 
open gaping mouths, describes it better.
     "You mean I ...?" Cindy asked, then paused; not sure what 
she wanted to ask.
     "Later," I said.  "You don't HAVE to sleep with us, if you 
don't want to."
     Cindy didn't say another word; just dashing off to finish 
brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed.

     By the time Dan and I were ready for bed ourselves, the 
house was quiet.  If the boys were still awake, listening to see 
what would happen with their little sister, at least they made no 
indication.  Personally, I think even Danny had fallen asleep 
waiting, as it was almost 10:30 when we finally shut off the TV 
after the news, and headed into bed.
     "Shhh," I hushed, as I made out the comparatively tiny lump 
in the middle of the bed, that showed Cindy had decided NOT to 
sleep in her own bed.  "Don't wake her."
     Carefully peeling back the covers, we both looked down 
lovingly at the adorable little girl wearing a soft cotton 
nightie.  Even pulling the covers back hadn't woke her up; and 
Cindy had one hand near her face; almost like she had been 
sucking her thumb; although the child hadn't done that in over 
two years now.
     "Umnhg?" she murmured sleepily, as Dan and I slipped into 
bed on either side of her.
     "Shhhh," I said; snuggling up from one side, while my 
husband did the same from the other.  "Go back to sleep, Honey."




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     Surprisingly, Cindy did just that; snuggling up to me in an 
embrace that was almost erotic, but yet quite the little innocent 
girl just snuggling up to her mother at the same time.
     Believe it or not, that's ALL we did that night.
     The next morning, when Dan and I woke up, there was already 
activity going on in the adjacent bedroom that stimulated the two 
of us to TRY and duplicate what we heard going on there.  
However, one man, no matter HOW virile and stimulated by 
imagining the erotic things going on between his horny little 
girl and her three horny big brothers, just cannot match the 
abilities of four teenaged children.  The kids in the other room 
were going on LONG after Dan had collapsed in defeat.  Cindy (of 
course) could have continued on for an hour or two, after all 
four men had long since given out.
     This time Cindy took a shower (properly) before coming in to 
breakfast; with only a slight dribble of slippery stuff trying to 
ooze from her well-fucked little cunny, when she came in.  Still, 
the thought of the 6-year-old with two or three loads of sperm 
from each of her older brothers inside her body, was enough to 
make me catch my breath in unexpected horniness at just the sight 
of Cindy squirming into her seat, while from his almost pained 
expression, I could tell Dan probably had a hard-on that wouldn't 
quit.
     Cindy however, never seemed to notice; beaming a smile up at 
me that seemed to belie her ever knowing that sex existed.  
"What's for breakfast, Mom?" she asked.  I'm not sure if it's the 
constant sex, exercise, the running around that kids her age seem 
to do just to tire grown-ups like us out, or that she's going 
through another growth-spurt (I HOPE not ... clothes cost WAY too 
much.) but the little girl seemed to be able to put away almost 
as much food as her teenaged brothers could.  I tried to banish 
from my mind the other reason for girls eating that much ... 
"eating for two" ... without much success.  Thankfully girls her 
age are too young for that ... but I also knew that was only a 
temporary condition.  Stories of girls as young as nine ... 
barely a year and a half away ... having periods; and ones as 
young as a year older than that having babies, made me shiver.  I 
knew I had only that long to decide what to do when, not if, 
Cindy would be in the same condition.
     Today, the kids all managed to get off to school with a 
relative ease; and Cindy for some reason seemed to be much more 
relaxed and not the bundle of sexual energy that had needed 
almost continual stimulation and release the day before.  
However, that night I passed the boys' bedroom and saw Cindy and 
Mike going at it like two honeymooners, with the boy rutting and 
grunting on top of his little sister until he finally jerked and 
spasmed the child's womb full of squirt after thick white squirt 
of incestuous seed.
     No sooner had the one boy finished breeding his little 
sister, than Danny climbed on top of her, while the younger boy 
rolled off.  It took a second or two of the teenager working and 
shoving, even with all the sperm lubricating her, before he was 
buried as far as he could go in the child's belly, but soon my 
eldest son was working just as hard as his little brother had 
been to try and father a child on their little sister.


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     I felt almost proud that none of the boys seemed to have the 
slightest objection to planting a baby in their little sister's 
womb ... and knew that if they did, all three boys would do their 
best to take care of the kid.  I felt slightly ashamed of my 
reaction; knowing I SHOULD be angry or annoyed instead of 
actually liking the idea of my sons wanting to father a baby on 
their little sister.
     I watched until Danny started jerking and shaking, before 
rolling off to have his place taken by Terry, who had been 
waiting patiently for his turn.  "Thanks, Big Brother," said 
Cindy, before gasping with pleasure as the younger boy took his 
place.  I guess the 16-year-old filled her cunny and made her 
feel good in a way the younger boys just couldn't manage.  
However, from her actions, running her hands up and down his 
body, pulling the younger boy into her with each thrust he made, 
her mouth almost raping his, and her frantic, "Do it, do it, do 
it," breathed heavily as she worked for yet another violent 
orgasm, made it abundantly clear the child thoroughly enjoyed the 
sexual attentions of all three kids, not just the eldest.  
Previous to seeing Cindy "get off" repeatedly with her brothers, 
I hadn't even thought that kids under puberty, or at least say, 
10 years old, ever HAD orgasms.  Every day Cindy put the lie to 
that; getting off more often in a day, than even in my horniest 
days back in college I had been able to do in a week.
     I had a sudden worry about Cindy being far too stimulated by 
all this sex, and her body developing way too early because of 
it ... like that diagnosis of "promiscuous puberty" I had once 
heard of.  A sudden chill went through me, as I realized I might 
not have three or four years; as in that case the girl had 
started having periods ... when?  Was it only eight years old?  
Shit.  That was less than a year and a half away; and I KNEW I 
just wouldn't be prepared for an eight year old pregnant little 
girl.  And worse yet, I didn't even dare take Cindy down to the 
Doctor and have her examined to see why she had such an extreme 
sex-drive, or how her body was developing; because if I did, then 
all her sexual activity would become apparent ... and who knows 
what would happen then?  I managed to put the worry away for now.  
Still, what WOULD I do two years from now?  Well, I'd worry about 
that when I had to.
     Though I didn't watch Terry through "his turn", from the 
time after I left until all four kids came out to watch 
television and finish up their homework, I figured all three kids 
must have gone at least once more, and maybe even more.  God I 
sometime envy my kids for their stamina.  Now if only Dan 
could ....
     Cindy spent some time in the bathroom, and came out looking 
more energetic and sparkling with fun that all three brothers.  
Just looking at the glowing child's face, you could tell that far 
from being "sexually abused" Cindy seemed to grow and almost need 
this.  For sure she seemed far happier and easier to get along 
with when she had sex with the boys, than ever she did when 
forced to "go it alone" with vibrators, hot-dogs, and fingers.  
Once again I worried about what would happen to the ebullient 
child if society found out what she was doing (or as they would 
think, "what we were doing TO her").


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     Depriving the little girl of sex, supposedly the LAST thing 
little girls her age would want, would be almost like torture for 
Cindy.  Almost?  No, for a girl who had learned to fuck and suck 
like she had, doing without sex would be like doing without food 
and water for most people.  And if police or social-workers found 
out about her, well ... I shuddered at the thought.  Either Cindy 
would be deprived of sex (and most likely forcibly so), or if she 
ended up in a foster-home where somebody WOULD have sex with her, 
then it would almost certainly be an abusive one.  For in foster 
homes, the only sex with the kids, is sexual abuse.  Here, 
however, if anybody was being sexually abused, it was the three 
older boys, as they tried to keep up with their sister.
     Once again, I wondered just WHAT had made Cindy so 
oversexed.  It certainly wasn't from MY side of the family ... 
and I knew nothing about such things from Dan's either.  It 
couldn't be just because of finding all those dirty pictures on 
the net, either.  Most kids her age wouldn't even find sex 
pictures, even full fucking porno pictures interesting; being 
like kissing ... "Yucky stuff" that adults do.
     I hoped that at the very least the three boys could keep 
their little sister satisfied enough that she wouldn't feel it 
necessary to branch out.  The thought of what would happen if she 
did, was pretty scary; as I knew the secret wouldn't last long, 
once neighbor kids knew she would be willing to have sex with 
them.  So far Cindy seemed to understand that she had to keep 
what she and her brothers did a secret that only the family knew 
about.  Hopefully, what I had planned would help her KEEP those 
urges in the family, and not seek them elsewhere.  (What *I* had 
planned?  No, let's be honest ... what Cindy planned ... just 
like all the rest.)
     That night, as expected, Cindy was sleeping peacefully in 
our bed when we got there; her nightgown barely covering her hips 
because it had rucked up slightly when getting into bed.  You 
could almost see the child's legs to her well-used little slit 
before I pulled the nightie down and covered her with the 
blankets, as Dan and I crawled in from each side.
     This time, Cindy wasn't quite so sound asleep.  "Mommy?" she 
quested, as I snuggled up.
     "Shhh, go back to sleep, Honey," I responded; snuggling 
close, so my breasts were pushed against hers.
     "Mmmmm, she responded; snuggling comfortably up to me, then 
wriggling her tiny little hips as Dan snuggled close from the 
other side.  "Daddy's got a hard-on," she giggled.
     I grinned.  No shit.  "Here, let me feel," I requested; 
deliberately reaching BETWEEN my daughter's legs for the 
offending member.
     Cindy was right.  Dan DID have a hard-on, as I found when 
Cindy lifted her leg enough for me to grab it.  Quite a 
satisfactory hard-on too.  Hard enough to do the job.
     "Here," I said; pushing up a little until Dan's prick was 
rubbing against the slippery little slit between my daughter's 
legs.  "Slide it in."





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     In the darkened room I couldn't see the surprise in Cindy's 
face very well, but I felt it in her body.  Still, she just 
lifted her leg a little more to accommodate the rampant member 
seeking entrance to her body; then gave a sigh of satisfaction as 
the swollen head of her father's prick snapped into her vagina.
     "Thanks, Momma," she said; squirming a little to try and get 
Dan further into her.
     "Shouldn't you be thanking your father?" I asked.  After 
all, it was Dan who was sliding his prick into her body.
     "Daddy wouldn't do it, unless you let him," she explained.
     "Well, you're welcome," I replied.  "Now fuck your father, 
so we can all get some sleep when you're done."
     "Um," she murmured happily, then repeated, "Thanks, Momma."
     "Ooooh," was the next sound, echoed by both of the other 
occupants of the bed, as almost half my husband's prick sank into 
the tight little slit of our six year old girl.  "Thanks, Daddy," 
she added, as the two of them started making copulating motions.
     "Thank YOU, Honey," he replied.
     I was amazed.  I had really expected Dan to cum the second 
he slid into our little girl, from the way he had reacted every 
time we had discussed this sort of thing ... from the very first 
time we had learned about Cindy looking at erotic pictures, to 
the time we first found her in bed with Mike, until the previous 
evening when we had decided that allowing Cindy the extra relief 
she needed with her father would probably be better than having 
her sexually frustrated, as the three boys filling the child's 
belly with sperm three or four times a day each, seemed barely 
enough for the little girl, amazing as that seems.
     I decided to speed things up by fueling a fantasy that we 
had played out a couple of times before.  "Do it," I whispered, 
hoarsely.  "Fuck your little girl, and cum in her tummy.  Cindy 
wants to feel her father squirting the stuff that makes babies in 
her tummy, so she can feel what it's like to make a baby.  Do it.  
Squirt a baby in her tummy, so Cindy can feel what it's like to 
have her own father's baby kicking and squirming inside her."
     "Is that what you want, Honey?" asked Dan; forcing his prick 
into the little girl so hard it made her squeak.  Cindy could 
only take about 5 of her big brother's 6 inches inside her; while 
my husband was almost an inch longer, and slightly thicker too.  
Still, she hadn't complained when Dan first got inside her.
     "Please, Daddy?" she replied.  It wasn't completely clear 
whether Cindy was replying that she wanted her father to knock 
her up, that she wanted him to fuck her, or that she was 
complaining about his pushing in so deep.  Whatever.  It was 
enough for Dan.
     "Oh God," he groaned.  "I'm doing it.  I'm cumming in my 
little girl.  Oh God.  Feel it Cindy?  Daddy's squirting the 
stuff that makes babies in his little girl.  God, here it comes.  
Oh God, I'm getting my little girl pregnant.  Oh Jesus, that 
feels good!"







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     Once again I found myself being proud of my husband for 
something that most women would hate him for ... being willing to 
fuck, cum in, and even impregnate his own little girl by filling 
our daughter's womb with jet after thick white jet of her own 
father's sperm.  The ambivalent feeling shook me a little, as I 
wondered if maybe it was RIGHT for a man to try to plant a baby 
in his own baby's sexy young tummy by pushing his swollen prick 
up inside his nubile young daughter's needing little tunnel, 
sliding it in and out of her sucking little baby-hole, fucking 
his daughter right in her hungry little vagina, ejaculating his 
sperm inside his little girl's tight little slit, and filling his 
own pre-teenaged daughter's womb with squirt after gooey squirt 
of thick, white, and sticky incestuous seed, instead of evil like 
most people seemed to think.
     Whatever.  Right then, it seemed to be not only something 
that wasn't evil, but something nice and actually desirable for 
my husband to fill his little girl's tummy with his baby-making 
sperm ... and eventually his babies, when the child got old 
enough to carry them.
     "Do it," I encouraged him.  "Cindy wants to feel you making 
a baby in her tummy.  Promise Cindy you'll keep on doing this 
until you do, OK?  Promise?"
     "I <Grunt> promise.  <Grunt>  Oh God, that feels good.  
<Grunt>  Oooooh, I think I did it."
     "Thanks, Daddy."
     "Mmmmmmm."
     "Goodnight, Dear."
     "G'night, Momma."
     "Night."
     And that was it.  We all went to sleep ... me still horny, 
and Cindy with a generous helping of her own father's thick white 
cum warming the inside of her cute little tummy.  The child's 
uterus must have been almost swimming in the thick goo her father 
had ejaculated inside her; dipping into the incestuous pool and 
sucking the man's teeming sperm into her womb where it belonged.  
I'm not sure; but I THINK Dan left his prick in Cindy all night.  
I know for sure he fucked her at least once in the morning before 
she went into the boys' room to give them their usual wake-up 
call; filling his little girl's tiny little womb with incestuous 
sperm, striving to fill our daughter's hungry little womb with 
his baby, before the child's brothers repeated the process at 
least three times that morning, prior to the family having 
breakfast.
     And the result?
     Well, Cindy seems happier than ever, if possible.  She 
didn't seem to need so much sex from her brothers that she's 
wearing them out like she used to.  At the same time she's 
keeping all three boys so sexually satisfied that none of them 
shows the slightest interest in chasing other girls to get sex.  
That worries me slightly; but at least I don't have to worry 
about the boys bringing home VD from fucking a school slut.






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     I did some more reading; and decided I probably don't have 
to worry about Cindy getting pregnant for at least another two 
years or so ... but that once she does start having periods it's 
almost certain that either Dan or one of her brothers WILL knock 
the kid up.  We figure we'll just have to plan on a pregnant 
little girl, as Cindy shows no sign of wanting to take the 
slightest precautions to stop that from happening.  Quite 
something for a kid who's only six years old ... but then Cindy 
has always been precocious, as I've mentioned before.
















































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     So now you see my dilemma, as mentioned back at the 
beginning.  Like I said, some people would think I was perverted, 
cruel, abusive, or even insane to allow the things to go on in 
our house that do.  Only it isn't that I so much "allow" these 
things to happen, as that I have little choice in what I could do 
to stop them.  If I reported my husband or sons to the police, 
they and he (and probably me too) would end up in jail or 
juvenile-hall.  Cindy would go to a foster home, and either be 
abused by NOT getting sex, and being punished by stern anti-sex 
people for even trying, or she would be sexually abused by 
strangers who don't care about her, only her body.  Would that be 
an improvement for her or for any of us?  I think not.
     On the other hand, with Cindy's attitude, the boys' 
carelessness, and even Dan and I's attitude about her having sex, 
there's no way we are going to be able to avoid the almost 
inevitable consequences of a little girl having full unprotected 
vaginal intercourse with four horny and virile males.
     Like it or not (and strangely, the whole family LIKES the 
idea ... yes, even me) sometime within the next five years Cindy 
is going to be walking around the house with tummy that looks 
like she swallowed a basketball, then even BIGGER than that, as 
either one of her brothers, or possibly even her own father 
succeeds in filling the child's womb with his baby; as none of 
the boys, and not even Dan seems to be the slightest bit 
interested in taking precautions to protect the little girl from 
the baby-making effects of keeping our daughter's womb filled 
with incestuous sperm.  All day long it seems that Cindy goes 
around with thick sticky drool oozing out of her (almost always) 
bare little cunny, and running in obscene streaks down her legs.  
In fact, I doubt Cindy goes more than four hours during a day at 
the longest, without feeling at least ONE of her men, father or 
brothers, jerking and shaking on top (or below or alongside, or 
inside) her, as the man squirts yet another thick dollop of 
sticky white incestuous cum in the child's womb, and does his 
best to plant a baby in the little girl's tummy.  It doesn't seem 
to matter if it's one of the boys spasming the child's womb full 
of incestous cum, or the girl's father pumping his baby in her 
belly.  Neither Cindy nor none of the men seem to mind at all the 
thought of the little girl with her tummy swollen and gravid with 
her own relative's baby kicking and squirming inside her.  I'm 
just not sure WHAT we are going to do when that happens.  No, 
getting an abortion is NOT an option.
     Anybody out there got any ideas?














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