Message-ID: <3406eli$9708271044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: ASSUMPTN.TXT 32K "Assumptions" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708270324.WAA20331@midas.millcomm.com> ASSUMPTN.TXT(mf,cons,pedo,preg) OK. We've gotten a lot of requests for "preggie" stories lately. As I've said, MOST of my stories (and Tammy's) at least touch on the subject. This one (like a lot of the others we write) makes a point of it. If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls having sex, then skip this one. NN NN OOOOOO TTTTTTTT IIIIII CCCCCC EEEEEEEE NNN NN OO OO TT II CC CC EE NNNN NN OO OO TT II CC EE NN NN NN OO OO TT II CC EEEEE NN NNNN OO OO TT II CC EE NN NNN OO OO TT II CC CC EE NN NN OOOOOO TT IIIIII CCCCCC EEEEEEEE DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS! And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals. You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under expert supervision. Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an example, is full of horse-turds. This is a story. It is not a recommendation, of something to do. In fact, I strongly urge anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this story to seek professional help. In a hurry! Final warning! This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a young girl. It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex" as the girl gets pregnant. Yes knocked-up, baby-time. If you're still reading this, you must like such stories. Assumptions or How I "Got Pregnant" An Erotic Story "Uh Lynn?" "Yes Grandpa?" "You're not on the pill, are you?" Grandpa seemed to be worried about something. "Huh?" I said. Pill? I wondered what he meant. "Forget it. Of course you're not." Grandpa seemed to hesitate for a minute, slowing up the slip-slide of his "thing" inside me. "When was your last period?" At my hesitation, he continued, "You know, your monthlies." For a second, I didn't get the reference, then I remembered how I had been bleeding every month, for the past year or so. Momma had shown me how to wear pads, so my panties didn't get all bloody, but we hadn't discussed it much. She seemed to think I'd find out about it later, when I needed to. In a way, I guess she was right. Once I had figured this out, I answered my grandfather. "I dunno, Grandpa. A couple of weeks ago, I guess." "Good," said Grandpa, suddenly shoving his "thing" up inside me hard. "Then there's a good chance you might 'catch' right now. Wow! My own daughter puts me in bed with my cute sexy granddaughter. Not only a virgin, but she's not on the pill, and probably fertile right now. Karen must WANT me to knock the kid up." Grandpa's "thing" seemed to get even bigger inside me. "Oh Honey, I'm gonna do it" said Grandpa. "Do you mind if I cum inside you?" "Huh?" I couldn't make much sense of Grandpa's ramblings. "Hold still, Honey," said Grandpa, ignoring my question. "I'm gonna. . . " I felt Grandpa's "thing" swell, and a bulge rippled through it, and up into my crack. "Grandpa!" I objected. "Don't PEE in me. Momma will kill me, if I get the bed wet." I struggled to pull away, then thought better of it. If Grandpa WAS peeing in me, and I pulled away, for SURE we'd get it all over the bed. At least if I let him finish, I might be able to hold it inside me long enough to get to the bathroom. "NOT peeing in you," grunted Grandpa. "CUMMING in you! Hold still for a second. Ugnh! Aaahhh! There! THAT ought to knock you up Lynn!" With each grunt, I felt another bulge ripple through Grandpa's "thing," stretching my hole, as he squirted SOMETHING inside me. By this time, I KNEW it wasn't pee, as if it had been, the bed would have been soaked by now. Whatever Grandpa was squirting inside me obviously wasn't as runny as pee, and there wasn't as much of it either. I stopped worrying, Grandpa seemed to know what he was doing, and besides, it was starting to feel good. 1 I was disappointed, when Grandpa finally stopped. I was just beginning to like it. Grandpa shuddered for a minute or two, then relaxed. I was surprised, when two minutes later I heard a quiet snore. Grandpa was asleep. I felt between my legs, where Grandpa's "thing" still kept whatever he had squirted in me, inside. My finger picked up something, and I squinted at it in the semi-darkness. White and sticky, definitely NOT pee. What had Grandpa called it? "Cum?" I sniffed at it, then tasted it. A distinctive smell, but one I couldn't remember smelling before. . . except maybe once, that time in the bookstore, when I used the restroom, while Papa looked at the "Adult" books. It had smelled something like this. Kind of funny, and musty. It tasted something like it smelled. Bland, slightly sweet and sticky, like library paste. Not something you would WANT to order for breakfast, but not nasty like shit, or pee either. I was about to wipe my finger off, when I remembered: I didn't have anything to wipe it on, and I didn't want to get it on the sheets, and make a mess. SHIT! And Grandpa's arm was around me, clutching my breast, and wouldn't let go. Unless I made a fuss, I was stuck here, with Grandpa's "thing" still dripping his "cum" inside my vagina. (Yes, I know the word.) Steeling myself, I licked my finger off, and swallowed. Not as bad as I originally thought. Certainly better than pee, and I'd actually tasted THAT before, at least a couple of times. Once, on a kind of dare to myself, I'd drank almost a quarter of a cup of it. It hadn't made me sick or anything, just a little queasy. Compared with THAT, this stuff tasted good. I settled down to sleep. Later that night, I woke up to feel Grandpa pushing his "thing" up inside me again. It felt good this time, so I didn't object. For about ten minutes, Grandpa slid his thing in and out, before squirting more of that same white sticky-stuff inside me. When I was going to get up and wipe myself, Grandpa stopped me. "Leave it in, Honey," he said. "I want to get you pregnant. I can't wait to see your belly nice and big." I was a little confused. "Get me pregnant?" I thought a bit, and wondered if that white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was the "pregnant" that he was talking about, and if it was supposed to stay inside me, and "make my belly get big." I was too sleepy to find out. "OK Grandpa," I said, yawning, "if you say so." I snuggled back down to sleep, with my grandfather's "cum" inside me "getting me pregnant." I resolved to ask Grandpa to explain it all to me in the morning. Two hours later, I woke up again, just as Grandpa did it again. The warm creamy feel of his cum sliding inside my little tummy just soothed me back to sleep. "Thanks Grandpa," I murmured. 2 "Thank YOU! Lynn. Grandpa loves you very much." "'love you too, Grandpa." I was asleep again, this time with my grandfather's "thing" still stuck up inside me, holding his "cum" inside me like a cork. I was happy that I could make Grandpa feel so good. Besides, Grandpa's thing felt nice, sliding in and out of my hole. Now, feeling it throbbing inside me while I slept, made me dream wonderful dreams of being comforted and being loved. Grandpa's body behind me, and his big hand holding onto my budding little titty was so comfortable. . . The next day, Momma was shocked, when she learned that Grandpa had spent the whole night in my bedroom with me. At first, she was going to make him sleep in the living-room, on the floor, but when I told her that I didn't mind, if Grandpa slept with me, she looked at both of us strangely, then acquiesced. She looked at Grandpa sharply, and then said, "Papa. You be careful. She's only 12 years old." Grandpa looked hurt, and innocent. "Would I hurt my own granddaughter?" he asked. "No," said Momma, "but you might knock her up. If I had any place else to put you. . . but with all these relatives in this reunion, I don't know where I'd fit you." "I could always sleep in the truck," said Grandpa, referring to his beat-up old jalopy. I finally spoke up. "It's OK Momma," I said. "Grandpa can sleep with me. I don't mind." Momma looked like she was going to say something, maybe to warn me about the dangers of sleeping with my own grandfather, but just then my big brother came in, and soon she, my big brother, and Papa were all engaged in a big discussion over what they were going to cook the corn in, since the big corn-kettle had a hole in it, and there wasn't any other pot big enough to hold enough corn for the whole family. Forty-odd people eat a lot. By nightfall, Momma seemed to think she had worked out the problem with where Grandpa was going to sleep, and neither Grandpa or I bothered to tell her different. That night, I got undressed a little more confidently, as Grandpa watched, then climbed out of his own clothes. "C'mere Honey," he said. "Old Grandpa's going to get his cute little granddaughter pregnant." I smiled. Now was the time to clear up my confusion of the previous night. "Uh Grandpa?" I asked. "Uhuh." "That white-stuff you squirted inside me last night. Is that pregnant?" Grandpa snickered. "No Lynn. That's 'getting you pregnant.' When I 'cum' in you, that gets you pregnant. Now do you understand?" 3 I had figured out by now, that what Grandpa and I had been doing was what they called "having sex," and that Momma thought I was a little too young for it, but Grandpa obviously didn't. I was determined to learn all about this "having sex" business, even (or especially) the new words and grammar that seemed to go along with it. I thought I had most of it figured out. The white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted inside me was "cum," and when he did it, he was "cumming" in me. There was also something else. This "pregnant" thing. Grandpa was giving me something called "pregnant." The only thing I had noticed was the white- stuff he had squirted in me. Maybe that was the "pregnant" he was talking about. I didn't want to look ignorant, especially when it came to sex, so I asked. "Uh Grandpa?" Grandpa grinned at me. "When you squirt that white-stuff in me, are you giving me pregnant?" Grandpa chucked. "No Honey. That's, 'Getting you pregnant.'" I giggled, at the strange way of talking, but I wanted to be sure. After all, I didn't want to look ignorant, when we talked about sex. "So when you squirt that white-stuff inside me, that's 'pregnant,' or as you say 'gets me pregnant'?" "Now you've got it, Sweets," said Grandpa, with a grin. "The sperm in my 'cum,' that's the white-stuff, 'gets you pregnant.' Is that what you what me to do?" I remembered how sweet and warm it had been last night, and how nice it had felt, when Grandpa had squirted his thick sticky cum up inside me. The warm slick feeling of his "sperm" warming my tummy was nice, especially knowing how much Grandpa liked to squirt it inside me was simply delicious. I LIKED to make Grandpa feel good, after all he had done for me. "Yeah Grandpa," I said; sure I had it now. "Get me some more pregnant. Please Grandpa?" "No Lynn," corrected Grandpa, one last time. "It's 'get pregnant.' Or in your case, 'Get me pregnant, Grandpa,' if you really want me to." "OK Grandpa," I said eagerly, glad that I had now mastered this curious syntax. Boy, you sure used words funny, when talking about sex! I tested it, to be sure I had it right now. "Grandpa," I said. "Squirt your 'sperm' in me, and get me some. . . I mean get me pregnant. Please Grandpa? Did I say it right?" Grandpa nodded. "Hoo-Boy!" he said. "You sure did. Are you sure that's what you want?" "Please Grandpa. I really do want to 'get pregnant.'" "Well, I guess there's no doubt about that! C'mere Honey, and old Grandpa'll do his best to get his favorite granddaughter pregnant. Whooo! Who'd ever believe it, that I'd be standing naked, in my own daughter's house, while her sexy little girl asked me to 'get her pregnant'? Well, I may be a fool, but I'm still a man, and I might as well cut off my own balls, if I pass up a chance like this." 4 I was beginning to wonder if Grandpa was EVER going to quit babbling, when he pushed me back on the bed, and with a quick shove, soon had his big penis (He told me later to call it that) shoved all the way up inside me, where he was soon 'getting me pregnant' by squirting a lot of that sticky white-stuff inside me. Knowing Grandpa loved me enough to teach me about sex like this, got me so excited, I couldn't believe it. Suddenly, my body started jerking, and my little hole was squeezing on Grandpa's penis, milking every drop of Grandpa's 'pregnant' up inside me where it belonged. Grandpa told me afterwards, that I'd just had an "orgasm" or "climax," and now I knew how good I made HIM feel, when he did it in me. "You mean," I asked, "when you get me pregnant?" Grandpa shuddered at the exciting idea, and nodded. "Good!" I said. "Let's do it again!" "Hoo Boy!" said Grandpa, but he didn't say "No." For the next four nights, Grandpa did his best to "get me pregnant," as often as he could. Three or four times each night, I'd wake up to feel him either just climbing on top of me, or jerking himself to completion, as he filled my little tummy with squirt after squirt of his thick sticky cum. Each time, feeling him "cumming" inside me was usually enough to get me off as well, so I would climax with him, milking every drop of his precious sperm up inside my belly, until Grandpa had no more to give. Twice, during the day, Grandpa and I managed to sneak off during the day, so that he could "get me pregnant." Grandpa explained to me, that most people thought that little girls like me weren't supposed to have sex or get pregnant, until they were older. I thought this was silly, as what harm did it do? And besides, it sure was fun. So, we both kept it a secret, except maybe from Momma. I don't think she knew for sure, but she might have suspected something. Still, she didn't say anything after that first day, and let Grandpa sleep in my room until the reunion was over. As the final day of the reunion came to an end, everyone but Grandpa was leaving. Grandpa still had two weeks, before he had to be back, and he had made it clear that he would be spending most of that time visiting with us. Momma was always happy to have Grandpa around, and he got along so well with us kids, that it was almost like an extra vacation. About 6:00 Friday night, Momma and Papa took the big van to the airport, leaving Grandpa and me to watch over the house, and each other. "Now you take care of Grandpa," she told me, before she left, looking over my shoulder at Grandpa, giving him some kind of message also. "Yes Momma." I planned on taking GOOD care of Grandpa. I did. Before the van was completely out of the driveway, I had stripped my panties from underneath my short little skirt, and Grandpa was pushing his thick cock up inside my tight little hole where it belonged. Ten minutes later, I was rewarded by feeling Grandpa's thick cock bulging inside me, as he worked to get me pregnant by filling my little tummy with squirt after squirt of thick sticky cum. 5 I didn't know how I was going to get along without feeling him inside me every night filling my belly with his warm soothing sperm, now that Momma no longer had to double everyone up, and there was a spare bedroom available. I told him that. Grandpa said, "We'll work something out Honey." So I stopped worrying. I trusted him. After we both got "decent" again, we snuggled up on the couch together. I was getting a little sleepy, so Grandpa pulled a blanket over us. I felt something soft and squishy underneath me. Grinning, I handed Grandpa something small, soft and white. He lifted it closer to his face, to make out what it is in the dim light of the flickering firelight. It was my panties. The crotch was extremely damp. When he turned back to me, He was grinning from ear to ear. I blushed, then pointed to my lap. Then pointed to Grandpa. He quietly dropped the blanket to his knees, glanced at me and slowly unzipped his fly. I nodded. His dick emerged, throbbing again in anticipation. I felt my grin widen. We'd have to be careful, in case someone came back too early. I crawled into his lap, straddling him, sitting back on my knees, reaching to grasp his dick in both hands, exploring it delightedly. There was a sound outside, but no one came in. Glancing quickly about, Grandpa figured that all was well, and returned his gaze to the scene in his lap. Eyes closed tightly now, I moved forward; urging the big, hard thing down toward my crotch. Grandpa hurriedly pulled me to his chest, and settled the blanket over both of us, as I felt the maddeningly smooth warmth of his thick rod spreading my little pussy lips. My grandfather's rigid dick slid easily and deeply into me, lubricated by my arousal, and his residual sperm. I rested my head against his chest, and gave a sigh of contentment, as his dick bottomed out in my tight little vagina. Since he had cum copiously in me, not fifteen minutes before, Grandpa was less urgent this time. He reached beneath the blanket to find the hem of my skirt, his hands slipping beneath it to cup the soft flesh of my butt. His big horny hands felt rough against my skin, down to the point where I could feel his balls nestled against the soft flesh of my crotch. I could feel Grandpa trace with one finger the tightly distended rim of the tiny hole where it wetly clasped the root of his dick. This drew a sharp intake of breath from me, so I clamped my mouth over his, moaning and sucking urgently at my grandfather's tongue. Then I felt Grandpa reach back down, and cup my butt, lift me an inch, then settle me back down onto his lap. I broke the kiss, and sucked in my breath, while I collapsed against his chest, panting, both hands flying up to his head, hugging him, my fingers grasping blindly at his hair. A motion to the left caught my eye. PAPA was strolling toward us, moving slowly, checking the house on his way to the bedroom. "Papa's coming!" I whispered urgently in Grandpa's ear. 6 Grandpa quickly tugged my hands from his hair, and settled them around his neck. He motioned with his eyes for me to pretend that I'm asleep. Obediently, I dropped my head to his chest. I was vaguely aware of Papa pausing nearby, to look down at the two of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Papa smiling broadly at the scene -- a contented child apparently sleeping soundly beneath a blanket with her tolerant and friendly grandfather. Grandpa smiled back at him, hoping his smile didn't convey the delicious sensations he must have felt, as his dick throbbed deep inside my warm little 12-year-old vagina. Papa grinned at us, and moved on towards the bedroom. Just in time. I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt a sweet, wet sucking sensation in my hole, as I began to take the initiative, slowly lifting and lowering myself on my grandfather. The blanket rose and fell with the motion of my ass, as I pleasured myself by gently stirring the rigid dick deep within my vagina. I felt my breath quickening, beginning to come in gasps and ragged pants. My mouth was open and slack, and I could tell that I was drooling, but I couldn't help it. My saliva was soaking through Grandpa's shirt to moisten his shoulder, as I squirmed on my grandfather's lap. I knew I was getting close. So was Grandpa. Grandpa's hands dropped beneath the blanket again. He reached up, forcing his hands between us, to cup those little bumps on my chest, that seemed to turn him on so much. His thumbs brushed the tiny, rigid spikes of my, by now swollen, nipples and suddenly I could take it no more. I started grinding myself down hard onto his dick, gasping and grunting. A little too loudly. Momma had entered through the back door, and was checking the living-room also. I felt Grandpa tense, thumbs on my nipples, hands clasping my ribcage. "Shhhh!" I dimly responded, closing my eyes again and forcing myself to hold still. But I couldn't keep my body from trembling. Momma blinked, and looked around. Seeing her little daughter in her grandfather's lap, Momma's face registered confusion for an instant -- then she smiled -- the same indulgent smile that Papa had given us. Knowing that Momma was watching me, while Grandpa's cock pulsed in my belly was too much. The strain of holding out got too great. Suddenly I feel a hard, rhythmic sucking sensation -- as I squeezed Grandpa's dick hard: again, again, again, again --- my god, I was CUMMING! I couldn't help it. I clamped down so hard on Grandpa's cock, he must have felt like it was being cut off. Somehow, I managed to force myself to remain completely still, as I shuddered into the first spasms of my climax, but my face contorted in ecstasy, and my grunts and snorts of sexual pleasure must have been unmistakable to my mother. 7 Momma's smile snapped into an openmouthed silent scream. She jerked the blanket from us, flicked my skirt out of the way, and stared in shock at what she saw. Her eyes widened at the spectacle of her deeply impaled little girl writhing lewdly on her own grandfather's swollen cock, grunting and fucking herself toward orgasm. My eyes opened to look at Momma, my head still tight against Grandpa's chest, helpless and limp in my sexual ecstasy. I couldn't bear the thought of stopping now. "Please Momma," I whispered. "Don't make me stop." Momma's expression wavered for an instant... I weakly reached for Momma with one limp hand... Momma flashed one glance at Grandpa, then at me... then Momma reached out and softly stroked my hair, whispering in my ear as I let go. "It's OK Honey," she said. "Let yourself go. Momma's here." Relieved, I closed my eyes, and crushed myself greedily against Grandpa, grunting and wheezing as the violent sensation of deep vaginal orgasm overwhelmed my body. I know that the powerful spasms of my vagina were sucking and milking Grandpa's dick unmercifully -- He was going to come, too -- He wouldn't be able to help it... I buried my face in his chest, as Grandpa's eyes were riveted on Momma -- still stroking and gentling me as I trembled through my orgasm -- Momma turned -- and made eye contact with Grandpa, just at the instant that his own eyes glazed over with the exquisite intensity of his orgasmic explosion deep inside his own daughter's little girl. Some dark corner of Grandpa's mind must have dimly registered that Momma was still looking at him as the powerful spurts gushing into me finally dwindled, but his prostate had seized control. Grandpa squinted helplessly at his daughter as his body emptied itself into my vagina. My pulse thundering in my temples, I struggled to focus. Gradually I become aware that I was still lying on Grandpa's chest, my own chest heaving from the force of my own orgasm, as Momma looked at her father with a level gaze. As my eyes opened, Momma leaned over and whispered something in her father's ear. Grandpa didn't seem to understand. Momma smiled, then kissed him, once, full on the lips, very softly. She repeated herself, in a quiet whisper, "Did you enjoy it?" Stunned by the question, under the circumstances, Grandpa was speechless. Momma smiled again. "Oh, I hope you enjoyed it... as much as I did..." Grandpa's head snapped to the right, to look at his daughter in astonishment. Momma was smiling again, lifting my skirt to reveal my smooth vulva, with a barely visible rivulet of white leaking from between two small, perfectly hairless pussy lips, as Grandpa's shrunken cock slithered out of me. I felt empty at the loss, but glad that Momma wasn't mad at us. "Thanks for letting Grandpa's get me pregnant," I said. 8 Momma turned to me. "You WANT Grandpa to get you pregnant?" she asked, in astonishment. I nodded. "Please Momma. I really do like it. I Like to feel him getting me pregnant. Please Momma?" "Oh God!" said Momma. For a minute, Momma looked angry at her father; but then seeing me practically begging him to impregnate me, she relented. Momma knew that there wasn't a man in the world that would be able to resist a 12-year-old girl like me, begging him to fuck her, and get her pregnant. Even if she was his own granddaughter. "Oh go ahead. I guess it's too late now, anyway. Go on, knock the kid up. Just go easy on her. After all, she's still just a little girl, even if her body's a woman's," she said, as she looked at Grandpa. "You've got until it's time to go home, to make sure." "I may NEVER go home then." "Papa!" "OK. . . Two weeks." With Momma's permission this time. Grandpa began fucking me again. For a while, Momma watched Grandpa sliding his cock in and out of my slit, then she left. A few minutes later, as Grandpa and I were approaching another climax, and I was begging Grandpa to "Get me pregnant," I noticed that Momma was back, and she had Papa with her. "I wouldn't have believed it," said Papa, "but you're right. She obviously DOES want him to. I'll be jiggered. You would have thought it would be Billy, or even me, but her own grandfather? Oh well, if that's what she wants. . . C'mon lets leave them alone." "Don't go Papa," I said. "I Don't mind if you watch." So Papa and Momma did. And afterwards, I watched them do it. The only one who might have felt left out, was Billy, but he was so wrapped up in his girlfriend, that I doubt he would have noticed if Grandpa and I had climbed into HIS bed at night, and fucked right next to him. Whatever. Anyway, Billy wasn't suffering sexually, at that time. Momma and Papa regularly watched me fuck Grandpa the whole rest of the time that Grandpa was there. Two wonderful weeks. Two weeks of feeling Grandpa's thick cock in my tight little hole every night. Two wonderful weeks of sleeping with Grandpa, waking up to feeling his warm sticky liquid filling my tummy. Two weeks of wearing almost nothing that might get in the way of a "quickie." Two gorgeous weeks of knowing just how much my grandfather loved me, as he told me over and over again, thanking me for this wonderful opportunity. Two weeks of going to sleep each night with my tummy filled to bursting with my Grandfather's thick sticky sperm warming my tummy, and carrying it in my belly every day when I went out to play. Learning how to do it "dog- fashion" "woman on top" "missionary-style" "spoon-fashion" and too many other ways to count. Grandpa taught me to suck him off, always being careful to not "waste it" and have him finish by squirting it up inside my tummy where it belonged. He also taught me about "cunnilingus," when he got too exhausted to get it up. Two simply marvelous weeks. 9 Afterwards, when he was leaving, Grandpa seemed so happy that my period or "monthlies" hadn't come yet, when he left. At the time, I wondered why. Two days later, I was bloody. I was in the bathroom, when Momma came in and caught me staring morosely at the red drop on my finger that announced the arrival of my period. Such a mess. It gave me cramps, and made me realize just how much I missed the warm smooth feel of Grandpa's "cum" inside me. Not to mention his wonderful thick cock. It'd be over a year, before Grandpa came back, and I didn't know HOW I was going to make it without feeling him "cumming" in me, "getting me pregnant." I was aching for the feel of his white sticky stuff inside me, instead of this mess. Momma seemed to understand. "Got your period, huh?" she asked. "Yeh," I sighed resignedly. Then I decided that Momma should know the rest of what was bothering me: Missing Grandpa's white-stuff squirting inside me, while I climaxed around his thick penis. "And Grandpa's no longer here to get me pregnant. SHIT!" Momma must have felt sympathy for me. I guess, after having all those kids herself, she could feel for a daughter who wanted that badly to have one of her own. "You want it that bad?" she asked. "You really did like the idea of Grandpa getting you pregnant that much?" I nodded gloomily. Momma seemed to come to a decision. "You know, Lynn," she said, after a long pause, "Grandpa's not the ONLY male member of this family, you know." I gaped at her. Did she mean? "Lynn," said Momma. "If you want it that bad, I'm sure that either your father, or your big brother would be happy to knock you up, if you only asked them." My confusion must have told her that I didn't understand the words. "Get you pregnant," she explained. "Your father, or your brother would be happy to get you pregnant." Oh! Getting "Knocked-Up," was the same as "Getting- pregnant." I tried to remember that. "Both of them?" I wondered hopefully. "No silly." Momma gave me a loving smile that took the sting out. "You want to know who's it is." I wondered about this. Surely I knew who was "getting me pregnant" when they did it. Oh well, I had noticed that neither Papa nor Billy had tried to do anything while Grandpa was. Maybe there was some special etiquette in sex that I didn't know about yet. I thought about it. "Papa," I said. "I want Papa to knock me up." I must have gotten the words right, because Momma didn't correct me, and that night Papa came into my room. "Are you sure you want me to do this Princess?" he asked, before getting undressed. I always melt inside when Papa calls me his "Princess." "Oh YES Papa!" I said. "Would you please get me pregnant? Please Papa?" 10 So Papa did. He put his big thick cock up inside me, and fucked me, and got me pregnant. I never had another period. Papa fucked me every night, at least once, and usually twice. Since he also had to take care of Momma, he didn't have as much for me as Grandpa had, but he still kept me sexually satisfied, even after I missed my period. He said he "owed it to me." It wasn't until about 7 months later, when I had gained about 20 pounds, that I finally learned what I had done. My older sister had come home to visit, and looked at my swelling little tummy, smiled at me, and asked, "When's the baby due?" "Baby?" I asked. "What baby?" Everyone stared at me. 11 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /