                             Spoiled
                         An Erotic Story

     Mom thinks I'm spoiled rotten.  Or at least, that's what she 
says, anyway.  On the other hand, Mom usually smiles when she 
says it; so that takes a lot of the sting out.  Besides, she 
spoils me too ... If not so much or so often as Dad does.
     I guess maybe I am spoiled, a little bit; and so are my 
sisters.  But I have a head start, being older, and know how to 
get Dad to do almost anything.  Like staying up late, to watch 
TV.
     While I'm SUPPOSED to be in bed by 9:00, I can usually get 
Dad to let me stay up at least an hour, so I can watch TV.  You 
see, I let Dad put his thing in me, for as long as he lets me 
stay up.  Sometimes, if Dad is especially nice, and lets me watch 
the movies he rents, I let him squirt his stuff inside me too.  
It feels good, but makes a big mess, so I don't let him do that 
all the time.  Besides, I'd rather suck his thing and taste his 
stuff, so I don't get it all over me.
     I've been sucking Dad's thing, since I was younger than 
Misty even.  It's only in the last year or so that I've let him 
put it up inside me.  I like sucking Dad.  It makes me feel good 
to have him get so big, and know I'm making my own father feel 
that good.  Yeah, I know it makes him feel good.  Why else would 
he spoil me so much when I swallow his stuff?
     Only lately Dad seems to like sticking his thing in my hole 
even more than he does having me suck on it.  I don't mind.  It 
feels good to me, too.  It feels even better when Dad's thing 
swells up and squirts inside me; but then the mess he makes when 
he does, isn't really worth the extra fun.  That's why I only let 
Dad squirt inside me when he's been extra nice, like he did the 
other day when we watched this movie about a girl who does things 
like we do with her brother, and then later her own dad, just 
like me.  "Boo, too," or something like that.  The girl in the 
picture seemed a little old to be the guy's daughter; but Dad 
says that's what they do in movies.  Something about it being 
"legal" or something like that; which doesn't make sense to me.
     I mean, if Dad and I have been doing this for years, how 
could it be bad?  So I asked Dad, and he said that they don't let 
people take pictures like that, even if it's legal for them to 
have sex together ... Whatever that means.  I mean, if it's OK to 
do it, then what's wrong with taking pictures?
     Dad says I'll understand in a few years.  Geesh.  You'd 
think I was a KID or something, like Shelly or Misty.  I mean, 
I'm ten years old now.  Mom even says I'm getting to be a woman 
now, since my boobs started to develop, and I got messy between 
the legs for the last several months.  God, what a pain that is.  
Even worse than when Dad squirts in me; and it last several days 
too.  I understand Shelly just started too; and she's almost two 
years younger than I am.  At least I don't have hair down there 
yet; though Mom says that will come along too.  God, sometimes I 
wonder if it's worth growing up, if you have to get big heavy 
boobs, scratchy hair between your legs, and a bloody mess in your 
pants every month.



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     Well, at least Dad seems to like my body still, even if I'm 
looking different.  In fact, he seems to like sliding his thing 
inside me even more now than he used to.
     Last night, we watched that "boo" movie again.  I don't know 
why they call it that.  I had expected a ghost story or 
something; not something mushy with a guy and his girlfriend 
getting even mushier with his sister.  Still, it WAS kind of fun 
when Dad started squirting inside me, just about the same time 
the guy in the movie started squirting inside HIS daughter.  It 
felt so good, and doing it the same time as the movie was so much 
fun, I didn't even mind having to clean up afterwards.
     So today, it was a big disappointment when I didn't even get 
to sit on Dad's lap, like I usually do.  Here I had hoped we 
could watch that "boo" movie again; only Dad says he took it back 
to the video store.  Rats.  It will probably be a week or two 
before Dad rents another one.  I liked that movie a lot better 
than the ones where men get all nasty and stuff; even if it is a 
little exciting to see the men squirt stuff all over the place, 
without having to worry about cleaning it up afterwards.  It's 
funny, but they never seem to show that part.
     Watching those movies seems to get Dad all excited, and 
that's when he usually wants to squirt inside me the most, 
instead of just sliding in and out like he usually does.  
Afterwards, when we're sitting there with his thing still inside 
me, he sometimes gets to feeling real guilty about doing it 
inside me, instead of pulling out like the guys in the movies do.  
Dad won't tell me why, and I don't dare ask Mom.  I know she just 
wouldn't understand.  Besides, she might get mad at me for 
getting Dad to let me stay up late, by letting him stick his 
thing in me.  Mom has this thing about being nice for being nice, 
and not doing favors to get favors back.  But Dad doesn't mind.
     Anyway, tonight I had to go to bed at my "usual" time, 
instead of staying up late sitting on Dad's lap, like I have 
been.
     So, I was lying there in bed, with one finger up my hole, 
pretending Dad was sliding in and out, when the door opened.  To 
my surprise, Dad slipped inside the door, wearing only a robe.  I 
started to say something, but he held his finger to his lips, and 
then walked over to my little sister's bed and climbed in with 
her!
     Shelly didn't say a word; just pushing back the covers, 
lifting her legs, and helping Dad get between them.  It was 
obvious that they had done this before.  I guess I shouldn't be 
surprised, as I know Shell has been sucking Dad off since she was 
Misty's age, or even younger.  Heck, I think my little sister was 
even younger than I was, the first time I caught her with Dad's 
thing in her mouth.  But this was something else.
     Dad swabbed his thing up and down Shelly's crack, and then 
slid inside her, while she groaned.  Then back and forth they 
both went until Shelly was panting, moaning, and then wailing as 
she worked back at him.  It SOUNDED like my little sister was 
being murdered; only you could tell by the way she pulled him 
into her body each time, and the whimpers of, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, 
Daddy!" that she LIKED feeling Dad's thing inside her.  God, was 
she noisy!


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     By this time, the noise had waken Misty up, and we both 
looked at each other, and then back at Shelly and Dad, as they 
speeded up and got even louder yet.  Misty didn't seem any more 
surprised than I was to see Dad sliding his thing in and out of 
our sister's hole ... Maybe even less.
     With a last sudden shriek, Sandy grabbed Dad in a Bear-Hug, 
and arched her back as she tried to force herself even farther 
onto Dad's thing.  At the same time, Dad jammed his body into 
hers, until they must have been bruising each other trying to get 
so close.  If they did, neither one seemed to notice it.  I knew 
from the symptoms that Dad was squirting his stuff in my little 
sister, just like he usually did in me ... only SHE was getting 
it in bed.
     Afterwards, Dad pulled out, and for a moment lay there 
panting, while Shelly groaned and flopped back on the bed.  Then 
my little sister reached over and pulled a tissue from the box 
beside her bed, and stuffed it up her leaking hole.
     I could have KICKED myself, for not seeing this obvious 
solution before myself.  Well, you don't have to hit me over the 
head with a baseball-bat twice to make me know it hurts.  From 
now on, there was going to be a tissue-box beside the couch, so 
that from now on Dad could squirt his stuff in me every time, 
without me having to worry about the mess we might make of the 
couch.  Damn, am I stupid sometimes!
     I looked over at where Dad's thing was slowly shrinking, 
with a gob of white and pink stuff on it.  I was about to go over 
and wipe him off (or possibly suck him off, I'm not quite sure) 
when like a flash my little sister Misty was there, and had Dad's 
thing in her mouth.  The little shit sucked off every drop, and 
didn't leave anything for me!
     After that, I could tell that Dad was having yet another of 
his guilty things he sometimes has, and we all straightened up 
and he got off the bed, while Shelly just turned over to go back 
to sleep, without ever bothering to go clean up.  That plug of 
tissue worked pretty good, it seems.
     It was about that time, that Mom arrived.  Hearing Shelly 
screaming, she was worried about us girls.  Dad had just gotten 
his robe wrapped around himself, when Mom got there.
     Learning that Shelly had just needed Dad to comfort her when 
she woke up, Mom told us all to give Dad a kiss, and then get to 
sleep.  So we did.
     Only ... Shelly didn't just peck Dad on the lips; she opened 
her mouth and kissed him properly ... the way the guys in the 
movies do.  So, when it was MY turn, I did the same thing, only I 
used my tongue like Dad had taught me to when I was my little 
sister's age.  I wasn't going to be outdone by my own little 
sister!  Dad's tongue snaked around mine, in a promise of what we 
would be doing tomorrow; and I had to be content with that.
     At the same time Dad was going over to kiss Misty good-
night, Mom was kissing first me and then Shelly.  And, since Mom 
hadn't said anything when I kissed Dad like that, when she 
started to give ME a peck on the cheek, I pulled her head around 
to mine and stuck my tongue between her lips, just like I had my 
father.



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     At first, Mom seemed a little shocked; but then her tongue 
slid out to meet mine, and she kissed me even better than Dad 
did!  After that, she went over to Shell, and did the same thing 
to her, while Dad and Misty slobbered together.  Only Misty 
didn't do it openmouthed like we did.  I guess she still had some 
of Dad's stuff in her mouth she hadn't swallowed yet.
     So, when Mom kissed her and stuck her tongue in our little 
sister's mouth, it must have come as somewhat of a shock to get 
almost a half-teaspoonful of the stuff Dad had squirted inside 
Shelly.  At least, I assume that's why Mom jerked in shock, when 
Misty first opened her mouth and kissed her like that for the 
first time.  In any case, Mom never said a word about it.
     Still, Mom must have said several words to Dad about it 
later; as the next morning she was STILL saying strange words do 
Dad about something.  Words like, "pedophile", "pregnant" and 
"baby" being the most common, with, "child-rapist", "horny 
bastard", and "stupid", following.  Many of the words I'd never 
heard before.
     The funny thing was, that while Dad seemed to feel guiltier 
and guiltier with each word Mom said, SHE seemed to get more and 
more insistent that he keep on doing whatever it was that made 
him feel so guilty.  As I remember it, Mom said that if it came 
down to a choice of HIM feeling guilty, or US GIRLS feeling 
guilty, then there wasn't any choice.  WE didn't do anything 
wrong; and she wasn't going to put up with him making us feel we 
had.  It was either her way, or jail.
     All of which, seemed to make Dad feel even worse.
     I didn't WANT Dad to feel bad.  So, when that evening came, 
I was ready to do my best to make Dad feel good again, by getting 
him to slide his thing up inside me, like he seemed to like so 
much.  I already had a box of tissue handy, so he wouldn't even 
have to pull out this time.
     "Uh ... When was your last period?" he asked, as I tried to 
get settled on his lap.  At first, Dad's thing was too soft for 
me to even try getting it inside me.
     "I dunno," I replied.  "About two weeks ago, same as 
Shelly's," I finally decided; happy that THAT mess wouldn't get 
in the way of Dad and I having a good time tonight.
     Dad gave a pained look over at Mom, who for once had stayed 
up to watch the two of us.  Mom just returned a glare.  Whatever 
it was they had decided, had obviously been decided earlier.
     I was suddenly delighted to find Dad's thing had gotten big 
under me.  Whether it was Mom's instructions, or my answer to 
Dad's question, something had made Dad's thing swell up again.
     It took me about two minutes to get Dad inside me, and I was 
quite involved with that; so I didn't notice until my father's 
thing was all the way up in my hole, that both of my sisters were 
watching us too.  The involuntary gasp I made, must have made 
Dad's thing feel real good inside me, as I clamped down on him 
like I never had before.
     "Dangerous, Baby," He warned me, as he caught sight of my 
two sisters also.  "Mustn't ... Oh God!"





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     Instead of sliding in and out for hours like he usually did, 
Dad's thing suddenly swelled inside me and then jerked.  I knew 
Dad was pumping his stuff in my insides, like he was supposed to.
     Only this wasn't just one squirt.  Dad's thing swelled 
again, he jerked again, and then it happened all over again.  
Two, three, and then FOUR times Dad jerked his stuff into my 
body; before suddenly collapsing on the couch, while his thing 
shrunk and started to slip out.  I barely managed to grab the 
waiting tissue, before a flood of white poured out of my leaking 
hole and almost made a mess of the couch.
     All this while Mom was watching; mumbling something nasty 
and evil-sounding, like, "pedophile", "baby-raper", "knock the 
kid up", and then more normal-sounding comments like, "Well, you 
WANTED it, now you put up with it," and, "She wants it, so GIVE 
it to her," and still other things I didn't understand about 
"pregnant", "big belly", "uterus", and something incomprehensible 
about babies having their own father's babies.
     "MY turn," announced Shelly; slipping off her panties and 
motioning me to move over, while Misty licked and slurped the 
mess off Dad's shrinking thing.
     "I'm next, after that," insisted our little sister, once she 
finished lapping up the last drop of Dad's stuff that hadn't 
managed to get inside me.
     I felt like telling the little punk she was too young yet to 
take Dad's thing inside her, but Mom gave me the same glare she 
had Dad earlier; and I shut up.  If Mom was going to let Shelly 
and me have fun with Dad, then I figured we'd better not object 
if Misty had some fun too.  Otherwise, Mom might decide to not 
let ANY of us girls take Dad's thing inside of us.  I may be 
spoiled, but I know when I'm beaten too.  I'd just have to find 
another way to make Dad like me better than my little sisters, 
other than taking his thing inside me, and letting him squirt 
there.
     I'm not giving up completely though.  That thing Shelly did 
last night, with her on the bed, and Dad on top of her, looked 
like even more fun than doing it on the couch.  I'm going to get 
Dad to do that to me, next time.
     Daddy heard all this, and just groaned while Mom snickered.



















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     God, you wouldn't BELIEVE all the mistakes I made when I 
first wrote this.  Dad and Mom went over it three times, and 
STILL even Misty found a few errors in it.  Spelling mistakes, 
grammar mistakes, times mixed up, things happening out-of-order, 
wrong words used, and so many things I can't count.
     For example:  "Your" means it belongs to you, while "you're" 
means, "you are."  Also, "wrapping" means putting paper or 
something like that around something else, while "raping" 
means ... Well, something so nasty you wouldn't believe me.
     Also, Daddy's "thing" as I called it, is his penis or prick 
or dong or even baby-maker, while my hole is my vagina or cunny 
or cunt or even my baby-hole (whatever Mom means by that), and 
Dad's "stuff" is really his cum, sperm, semen, or baby-juice that 
he squirts inside me and my sisters.  Mom wouldn't let me correct 
that part, unlike the others.  She says that's what I thought of 
it at the time; so that's what the story should say.  But she 
made me correct the spelling, fix what she called "run-on-
sentences" and other stuff.  Then she had me hand it over to Dad, 
where he made me fix some more stuff (swapping lots of commas and 
semicolons); and change the names of my sisters, so nobody would 
know who they were.  As if they could tell anyway.
     Even so, after both of them had gone through it three times, 
Misty still laughed when I read it to her; pointing out two more 
places where I had gotten something wrong.
     I guess I never was cut out to be a writer.
     Mom says not to worry; as this will be a nice memory to have 
written down years from now, when I can't remember what happened 
so well.  She seems to think this will be something all three of 
us girls will want to remember for a long time, though she won't 
tell us why.  The only word she'll say to explain, is 
"grandchildren" whatever that means.
     Sometimes I think Mom is spoiled by Dad.
     I guess it runs in the family.  Mom and Dad spoil us kids 
rotten, and we do our best to spoil them back.  I especially like 
spoiling Dad, by letting him stick his thing up in my tummy and 
squirt his stuff inside me.  It's fun.





















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     First of all, these are all STORIES, not advice on how to 
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     The original poster of this story, Frank McCoy, (Not 
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