Message-ID: <3429eli$9708281056@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: **NEW** BESTPLAN.TXT 50K "The best laid plans ... sometimes work out OK" (Fm-mf-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: <199708280148.UAA14201@midas.millcomm.com> The best laid plans . . . sometimes work out OK An Erotic Story Linda Marshall felt the frantic surges of the rutting boy's penis inside her vagina come to a shuddering halt; as the child between her legs gave a final conclusively hard shove into her deliciously abused sex. There was one last bulge in the swollen member stretching her squeezing tunnel; as the 13-year-old boy fucking her ejaculated one final thick ropy *splat* of incestuous sperm into his own mother's sloppy wet vagina. Linda was almost too fucked-out herself to fully appreciate the final twinges of sensation from feeling her own son breeding her like some stud horse. Still, she enjoyed the fact that HE was excited about it. The woman patted her youngest son on the back, as he collapsed on top of her, with his face buried in her bosom; too exhausted from their frantic mating to even suck on the gorgeous breasts that had so excited him earlier. The feeling of the barely-teenaged boy's swollen prick slowly wilting in her flooded vagina, while the few remaining drops of greasy cum slowly oozed out of it and into her receptive belly (to join the even heavier deposits of sperm left there earlier by him and his two older brothers) was more soothing than erotic now. After four (or was it five) frenzied climaxes with her two older sons, and one deliciously long screw with the younger boy, Linda, for the first time in almost five years, was finally satisfied sexually. The woman decided that she was never going to go that long again. "Thanks Joey," she said; cuddling the boy to her chest; while his breathing slowly returned to normal. Linda kept her legs wrapped around her son, so the boy would know he didn't have to pull out. Just like with her other sons, Linda wasn't about to hurry the youngest one by making him pull out before he had enjoyed every last twinge of pleasure from being mated to his own mother. If the boy got hard again, and started fucking her a second time without pulling out, then she would be happy to accommodate him, even though she really wasn't that interested in sex herself any more, for the first time in way too long. However, that didn't look like it would be the case after the truly impressive bout of lovemaking they had just finished. The 28 year old woman felt her son's prick slowly shrink, and then finally ooze out of her vagina, when it was no longer big or stiff enough to remain inside her. "Uh, Joey," she said; hating to make the boy move; but knowing she had to. "You'd better get off. If I don't do something quick, there's going to be one horrible mess on the bed." Joseph Marshall (Joe to his friends, and Joey to his family) sighed and rolled off the older woman. He didn't really want to; but didn't have any excuse not to; as his prick was no longer hard, and he had squirted every drop of sperm he had in him in his mother's belly. It would probably be hours before the 13- year-old could raise another erection. "Ooohh," he groaned, as he lay panting on his back; barely aware of his mother's frantic dash to the bathroom to clean up, and the interested gaze of his two older brothers. 1 Jeff (No longer "Jeffy" now that he was 16) and Billy had been quite surprised at their little brother's prowness; having expected the younger boy to either be too young to get it up at all, or too excited at fucking his own mother for the first time to do more than just stick it in and squirt. Only their little brother had done far better than either older boy had expected. While he hadn't been able to cum two or three times like Billy, and didn't have the 7" prick that Jeff had, and that seemed to stimulate their mother in a way that neither of the smaller boys did, the 13-year-old had managed to slide his swollen peter in and out of the older woman for a deliciously long time before filling her womb with almost as much thick white baby-making seed as either of his two brothers. If their mother did "catch", like she had hinted she might, then there was almost as good a chance the baby would be Mark's, as it would be either of his two older brothers. Somehow it hadn't seemed at all nasty or perverted to watch the younger boy fucking his own mother, and ejaculating his potent sperm in the woman's belly to join that already left there by his older brothers. The frantic rutting of the boy as he tried to breed his mother had seemed just right and fair after they had both done it, rather than being obscene, or even erotic. Even looking at the younger boy recovering on the bed, with his prick now just a soft little dangle, and one last drop of cum slowly oozing from the tip didn't seem nasty; just an earthy reminder that the younger boy had left a lot more of that same sticky white cum and sperm wriggling up in their mother's belly to compete with theirs in the race to her waiting eggs. Instead of feeling jealous of their younger brother, the two older boys were proud of him for doing such a good job on his first time. Linda arrived back from the bathroom before the bedroom became a mutual-admiration-society, and the boys got all hung up on congratulating each other. "Thanks boys," she said; including all three in her thanks. "Now that you all know 'how to make a baby', I'll expect you all to 'keep in practice' at least once or twice a day." All four occupants of the room grinned at this. Jeff couldn't help but start chuckling after a few seconds, and shortly his two brothers and their mother were joining him in howling laughter. The incestuous foursome was barely able to think, when they became aware of the boys' eldest sister staring at what must have looked like howling maniacs in her mother's bedroom. The fact that all four older family members were stark naked, didn't seem to be as strange as the way all of them were clutching their sides with laughter, and barely able to talk. "What's going on in here?" she asked. "What's so funny?" Surprisingly, this brought on another gale of laughter, when Joey barely managed to gasp, "Maybe we should show her." The 13-year-old didn't REALLY think it would be a good idea to "show" their little sister "how to make a baby" like their mother had just taught them . . . in fact, that's what made the idea so hilarious. "Oh, I don't know," said Linda; feeling an unexpected gush of wetness between her legs, at the very idea. The older woman could barely continue; wiping her eyes with the corner of the sheet, as she tried to keep from choking with laughter. "That might be a good idea." 2 Suddenly the room was silent, as all three boys stopped laughing, and looked with astonishment at the woman grinning at them while she continued, "in fact, I think it's a VERY good idea. It wouldn't be fair to your sisters, if you boys all learned 'how to make a baby' and they didn't." "You mean . . . right now?" It wasn't clear which of the boys said this, but they all looked inquisitively at their mother. Linda chuckled again; she couldn't help it. After draining all three boys like that, it was doubtful that any of them would have enough sperm left to do anything for at least three or four hours. Still, the two older boys already had half-an-erection, at the obscenely erotic and nasty thought of fucking their own little sister. "Of course not," she said; getting a sigh from all three boys. It wasn't clear whether this was a sigh of relief or disappointment. "I mean later on," she explained. "From now on, I don't want you boys leaving your sisters out, when you have sex. It isn't fair. So, when you get the chance, I want each of you boys to show your sisters how to fuck and make a baby, just like I showed you, OK?" There was a stifled snigger from one of the older boys, but all three managed to reply, "Yes Mom," without breaking into laughter. Actually, the two older boys were almost in shock that their mother would LET them "make love" to their little sister (or was that sisters?) than humor or even horniness at the very idea. Knowing (after their mother's lessons in 'how to make a baby') just what happens to little girls, when boys do things like that, the two older boys had fully expected the woman to keep her sons away from the two younger girls so they didn't get 'knocked-up', rather than actually encourage them to try! Jeff and Billy decided that their mother really WAS a perverted and kinky bitch . . . and they wouldn't have it any other way. Joe was just too happy to know he wouldn't get in trouble for "playing' with his little sisters, to think of the consequences (after all, he was only 13). "So, from now on," continued Linda, expanding on the idea, now that she had convinced herself, "I'll expect each of you boys to help your little sisters out as often as you can." All four older occupants of the room grinned at each other, while Jennifer wondered just what kind of nuts the rest of the family was? For sure, she would have a LOT to talk over with her little sister that night. Having another brilliant (to HER, anyway) idea, their mother continued, "I'll have your father 'help out', whenever he can, but mainly it will be up to you three boys to teach your sisters about sex, and where babies come from, OK?" Jennifer Marshall left the room in disgust, when all three boys broke into another round of laughter at this. The 12-year-old brunette wasn't quite sure what her mother was talking about; except it had something to do with sex (Jenny knew that sex had a lot to do with the sensitive area between her legs that she and her little sister liked to play with, but not much more than that). 3 Whatever it was, the barely pubescent young girl figured (after her mother's instructions) that at least one of her older brothers WOULD show her . . . IF any of the idiots ever stopped laughing, that is. Jennifer had sensed the undercurrent of seriousness in her mother's voice, and figured her brothers had too. One of them WOULD show her whatever it was that they all found so amusing. Something about 'making babies?' Jenny remembered that her mother HAD promised to tell her about where babies came from, since it had something to do with the blood that had been making such a mess between her legs about once a month, until the older woman showed both girls how to use a "sanitary napkin" to protect their clothes. Only it seems that instead of telling her directly, their mother had "passed the buck" on to her sons. Jenny hoped that whichever one of the boys showed her, had learned enough himself to do the job right. She needn't have worried . . . all three boys had learned their lessons in "making a baby" very well. In fact, even as she was arranging for her daughters' "lessons" in doing the same thing, a swarm of black wriggling tadpoles was at that moment reaching her egg in the race to see which one of her sons was going to be lucky. Before she finished shooing the children out of the bedroom, one of the lusty wrigglers had expelled it's contents into the egg; locking out all the others; and before nightfall a developing embryo was drifting down her fallopian tube through the clouds of remaining sperm; looking for the wall of her womb to implant itself in. It would be two weeks before she knew; but from that moment on, Linda was well and truly pregnant by her own son. Which one of the boys had planted the baby in her belly wouldn't become obvious until years later. Not that Linda cared; she was too busy arranging for her girls to enjoy the same pleasures she had, to care about which of the boys 'got lucky' with her. She loved all three of them equally. That night, when she told her husband about how she had spent the day, the two had a frenzied lovemaking session like they hadn't had since 9 months before Selena was born. George was barely able to remember to slip on a condom like he had agreed to, before filling his wife's needing vagina with thick prick, like none of his sons could do (yet). Of course, it was no longer needed, but neither partner knew that yet. It wouldn't be until the end of the month, when Linda's "curse" didn't come around, that they would be able to go back to having regular unprotected sex. This had been the woman's price for arranging to make her husband's wildest fantasy come true; and thus add spice to what had started to become a very boring sex-life. If things went as planned, after about a week there would be nothing "boring" about the sex-life of ANY of the Marshall family members. From then on, Linda had plans in place to make sure it never DID become boring to any of them. With the success of her first two plans, Linda didn't figure there would be any trouble making the rest work out. She was right. That night, the third plan fell into place. 4 About two hours after George fell asleep Linda heard the sound she had been waiting for. It was only a subdued of a door closing, as one of the boys closed the door to their bedroom; followed a few moment's later by a second , as the girls' bedroom door closed behind him. Linda could no more sleep after that, than she could force herself to stop what she figured was probably going on in the bedroom the 10 and 12 year old little girls shared. Linda couldn't have fallen asleep, if she drank a whole pitcher full of seconal. The woman looked over at her husband snoozing so soundly, and wished she could wake him up. Only she knew it would be useless to try; as it might take an hour or two before the really "interesting" stuff started; and after blowing that giant wad in the condom, and then two even more erotic blowjobs afterwards, Linda knew her husband would be racked-out for the night; and probably wouldn't have any interest in sex for a day or two. (Usually it would have been almost a week; seeing how their sex-life had deteriorated; but Linda figured (rightly) that all the new sexual goings-on around the house would probably revive her husband's sex-drive to almost the levels they had when they first got married. She giggled at the memory of the two of them going at it like two minks for almost three years; producing babies almost as fast as they could make them. Then somehow the thrill had waned over the years, until now they did it more out of a sense of "duty" to each other's horniness, than any real arousal by the other. Not that they didn't love each other, or even think the other was sexy. It was just too much of the "same-old same-old" that was doing them in. If they hadn't still thought of each other as sexy and hadn't still been in love, neither partner would have even thought of starting this scene with their kids; let alone having his or her spouse do it. It had taken Linda and George two frustrating months for her to get off the pill, while he religiously avoided unprotected sex with her, before they figured the timing was right for the woman to start by seducing the eldest boy. Only the thought of what they were about to do had increased their interest in each other; climaxing with that magnificent performance of her husband after hearing that his wife had managed to not only seduce Jeffrey, but both younger boys all in the same incredible afternoon. Things were going along at a breakneck pace; far faster than they had originally intended; but Linda wasn't complaining, and neither was George. With any luck, the horny woman figured her husband's "problem" would be solved shortly, just like hers had already been. It no longer looked as if it was going to take two or three weeks to complete their plans, like they had originally expected . . . Which was a relief to the woman looking down at the quietly snoring figure of her husband. While oral and even anal sex can be marginally satisfactory, there's nothing as truly satisfying to a man as feeling his bare quivering prick squirting thick hot baby-making seed into the welcoming young belly of a fertile woman who not only doesn't mind if he gets her pregnant, but actually wants to feel his baby kicking and squirming inside her. Protected sex, even with the thinnest and most modern of "sensitive" rubbers just isn't the same. 5 After feeling all three of her sons' lusty seed squirting in her belly, Linda knew she wouldn't be able to resist taking her husband "bareback" if something didn't happen to satisfy him properly fairly soon. Hopefully, the signal she was waiting for would be happening that very night, possibly even within the next hour or so. It was. Barely 15 minutes after the quiet sneak of one of the boys down the hall, Linda heard a slight moan from the girl's bedroom, and knew she was home free. You couldn't have put the woman to sleep by hitting her over the head with a baseball bat now. She only regretted that George wasn't awake to hear. "Oooooohh," the moan got louder now; followed a few minutes later by a loud "Ow!" but no shrieks of real pain or either girl yelling for their mother. Linda almost fainted with an unexpected orgasm; as she came for the first time in her life without even being touched. That was too much for the hot-blooded woman. Tempted as she was to wake the sleeping man beside her, and tell him just what she thought was going on in their daughters' bedroom just down the hall, Linda knew the man would be just as aroused by it in the morning (or perhaps even more so) and MUCH more likely to be able to perform well enough to give her the fucking she so badly needed. In the meantime, Linda knew there were at least two other people who were probably aware of what was going on down the hall, and with any luck they would probably be as open to her advances as it seemed her daughter was (or is that: daughters were?) receptive to her son's advances. Linda couldn't help pausing outside her little girls' bedroom and listen as she tiptoed down the hall. She didn't dare open the door and peek inside, as even the faint light from the lava-lamp on the TV would be more than enough to make it obvious, as a line of light from the door opening would be hard for the occupants of the room to miss. The sounds coming from inside were faint, but unmistakable. There was a slow, rhythmic creak . . . creak . . . creak from one of the girls' beds, accompanied by faint moans and a shuddering, "OooOOoooohhhh," that was barely audible over the regular creaking of the bedsprings that was just too deep, slow, and heavy to be made by just one little girl. Linda figured her daughter was getting fucked good; and wished with all her might that she could be in there watching. Only she knew better. Tonight Linda was going to let her little girl have her first lover all to herself. Maybe in a day or so the child would be receptive to (and horny enough to accept) the idea of having her sex in front of the whole family. Tonight it would just be too embarrassing. Still shuddering with repressed need, and with a flood of pussy-juice running down her thigh, Linda let herself into the boys' bedroom. The woman was NOT surprised to find her other two sons wide awake and looking at her when she entered. The only slight surprise was that the missing boy was Billy, instead of Jeffrey, like she had expected. 6 Still, Linda knew it had been the middle boy who had first introduced his brothers into "playing around" with each other, so why was she surprised that he was the first to try seducing one of the girls? Linda shrugged. Whichever one of the older boys started it, she knew it wouldn't take long before all three boys were plugging their little sisters' holes . . . especially, with the encouragement she had given them all earlier. "C'mere boys," she said to the remaining two. "We need to 'get something straight between us' like your brother is doing with the girls." Nobody in the room even giggled at the pun, as the slightly rising sounds of passion from the adjoining room were getting them all too hot. Two minutes later Linda was enjoying the sensation of her oldest son's prick filling her creamy slot, while (to her surprise but definitely NOT disgust) the younger one was trying to fit HIS prick into her rear. While Linda didn't usually go for anal-sex, she occasionally would let George "use the back door" when for one reason or another she was unable to accommodate him normally (like "being on the rag" or the current situation where she didn't want him to accidentally get her pregnant at the wrong time). It was actually a shock to the horny woman to find out that she LIKED having an extra prick massaging her bowels, while her cunny was kept satisfied by a different penis. Linda resolve to try this with her husband more often; now that she had "extra" men to attend her needs. She knew she would be able to enjoy even George's slightly oversized dong in her rear . . . at least as long as one of the boys kept her pussy happy. Or the other way around. With four horny males around the house, Linda almost blacked out from orgasm as the possibilities of the various combinations of pussy, ass, and mouth with four horny males occurred to her. Feeling his mother's vagina go into vise-like cramps around his swollen peter, after imagining the erotic things going on in the next room for almost half an hour, was too much for Jeff. The 16-year old began spouting thick white gobs of baby-making seed in his mother's womb, while his little brother sent thick gouts of boyish sperm up her behind, in counterpoint. Afterwards, all three incestuous lovers just rolled over side-by-side, with both boys' half-rampant penis' still stuck in their mother's tightly squeezing holes. As they fell asleep like this, with both of her son's pricks still leaking occasional drops of precious sperm in her body, Linda was vaguely aware of one last shuddering moan coming from the next room; seeming to be two voices (or was that three) groaning out simultaneous release. Billy never did return to his brothers' bedroom that night, while Linda didn't slip back into her husband's bed until after she took her usual 5:00 AM piss, combined this morning with a cleansing douche, so she didn't make as big a mess of their bed, as she figured she had already done to the boys'. Changing bedding on one bed a day was enough for the aging washer in the basement. 7 George only woke up, when the delicious smells of coffee and bacon made it impossible to remain in bed. The man grabbed a loose robe, slippers, and nothing else, and headed down to join the rest of the family before the delicious smells faded away, and he had to settle for cold cereal and milk. Linda did NOT put up with breakfast latecomers. If you didn't eat her cooking when it was hot, then somebody else would. Settling into place with a plate of scrambled-eggs, bacon and toast, while a delicious cup of his wife's wonderful coffee sent an aroma into his nostrils that was ambrosial, George became aware that he seemed to be the center of some interest to his four kids. Obviously he had interrupted their conversation, and it seemed that at least one of them wanted to say something. George raised his eyebrows as a "go-ahead" since he was otherwise too occupied in getting his mouth around breakfast. "Daddy," said Selena, "Billy fucked me last night." "MmmMmph. Tha's nise," her father mumbled around the half sandwich of toast, scramble-eggs, and bacon he was trying to ingest. If George was surprised or even shocked at the little 10-year-old's statement, he never showed it. While it WAS somewhat of a surprise to find out the younger girl had started having sex with her big brother first, George fully expected both girls to be having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with all three of the boys before the week was out . . . and hopefully, with someone else too. Still, it was up to the girls who they slept with (and/or had sex with) not him. Nobody in HIS house was going to get raped. "Did you like it?" he asked; once his mouth was empty enough to speak clearly. He wanted to be absolutely sure about that previous detail. "Uh . . . Well . . . I guess." This was NOT the reaction either girl had expected from their father. Ranting, raving, or sheer disbelief, yes. Calm acceptance didn't fit their picture of the world. I mean fathers just don't let older sons fuck their own little sisters; leaving great gobs of thick white baby- making seed soaking in his little girls' cute little tummies. I mean, they just DON'T. "But he . . . he . . . he DID it to her," Jenny's objection seemed to be more emphatic than her little sister's. Somehow George got the impression that it was the older girl raising all the fuss. Selena seemed to be completely unconcerned that she was carrying enough of her big brother's sperm in her tight little belly to keep her pregnant for the next 20 years. "Did he cum in you?" he asked; trying to verify the older girl's accusation, and his own suspicions. "Uhuh. He came in me twice, Daddy. Billy fucked me REAL good!" The 10-year-old brunette sounded much more confident now, once she saw her father didn't seem to be getting angry at her having real sex with her big brother, like her big sister had seemed to think he would be. "But what if he . . . what if she . . . ?" Jennifer left the question dangling, as if she just couldn't bear to complete the thought. 8 ". . . gets pregnant? Has a baby?" completed her mother, as she brought another big plate of eggs, and slid it on the table. "Don't be silly . . . Selena's only 10 years old, and didn't start having periods until a couple of months ago. Besides, even if she does, that's just a chance your little sister is going to have to take, if she's going to be fucking her own brothers." Linda seemed to be as unconcerned about the possibility of her child having a baby, as she was about the chances of it raining the next day. "But . . . But . . ." the older girl seemed stonkered by her mother's response. Fucking your own brother didn't seem to bother her, but she had REALLY expected her mother to draw the line at having one of the boys get her little sister pregnant. "But aren't you going to put her on the 'pill' or something . . . or at least make HIM wear something?" she asked, in astonishment. "No . . . that's up to them," her mother replied calmly. "Besides, even you are too young to put on the pill . . . Doctors don't prescribe them until you're at least 14, and I'm not sure I want either of you using hormones like that, until you're both at least 16, and have finished puberty." "But what if I get pregnant," the 12-year-old asked; not seeming to notice that the discussion had somehow turned from her little sister having a baby, to what might happen to HER body, if she followed the little girl's example. "As I said, that's up to you kids," replied her mother. "If you're going to be fucking your own brothers, then that's just one of the chances you'll have to take. By the same token, I'm NOT going to make your brothers wear condoms, if they don't want to. It's up to them. You know you don't have to fuck ANYBODY, if you don't want to, now do you?" Somehow her mother made it seem all so simple. Only Jenny knew that after watching her little sister get royally screwed the night before, she would NOT be able to resist the advances of whichever one of the older boys approached her first. Even if it was her own father that asked her right then, Jenny knew she would only make a token resistance, before climbing on his lap and getting him to squirt her tight little cunny as full of thick white baby-juice, as her older brother had filled Selena's tight little hole the night before. And she wouldn't ask him to wear a rubber, either. Still, the very thought of getting pregnant and feeling her big brother's (or father's) baby kicking and squirming inside her, was too scary to imagine. Or was that too horny to imagine? Jennifer found her panties were soaking wet at what SHOULD have been a thoroughly disgusting and scary thought . . . Oh to feel her own father or big brother's baby inside her tummy, to know that the man she had loved since she was a baby, loved her enough to plant HIS baby in his own sister or daughter's womb . . . . Jennifer blushed and wondered just how much of that fantasy she had mentioned, and where she had gotten it from. Jenny knew that if she didn't stop before she started, then she would be truly and royally fucked, with her own relative's baby making bulges in her tummy before the summer was over. 9 The worst part was knowing she couldn't resist; not after seeing her little sister straining in an orgasm like Jenny never had, underneath their big brother the night before. Jenny knew that even if her father or brothers didn't approach her, that after a few times of watching scenes like that, she would be begging THEM to fuck her, cum in her, put their seed in her womb, and yes even knock her up. But Jenny also knew that little girls just weren't supposed to like things like that! Only the calm acceptance of her younger sister seemed to put the lie to all that Jenny ever thought she had learned in school about sex and who and when and where, and with who you should have it. Looking around at her whole family staring expectantly at her, the 12-year-old gave up. It was obvious that they all didn't see anything wrong with what they were doing, and she would only spoil things if she was "odd-man-out." Jenny sighed and wondered if maybe SHE was the one with the wrong concept of things. It was almost with relief that she sighed and said, "OK, I guess. Maybe you're right." It was SUCH a relief to make that statement; especially when the whole family started smiling and looking happy again; now that they weren't worried about how she would take it. Jenny wondered if she was expected to ask her brothers for sex, or if they would ask her first? The previous night Billy had just somehow ended up in her little sister's bed; taking the little girl's virginity and fucking her almost through the mattress, without even a word being said between anybody. It was only in the morning when Jenny had been helping her two siblings clean up the bloody sheets, that she had second thoughts about even letting the two of them continue; let alone refusing her older brother if he had come-on to her, instead of her little sister. Linda stopped the child's mental rambling, as she indicated the way things would probably go from then on. "Now that THAT is settled," she said; getting everybody's attention, "I don't want any of you boys leaving either of the girls out of your games any more . . . understand?" At the half- hearted nods and slightly quizzical looks from her offspring, she continued, "Jeff, Billy, and Joey, I want each of you to promise you'll 'practice making a baby' in each of your sisters at least once a day, and preferably twice. I'll still help each of you 'practice' whenever I can, but I don't want any of you neglecting either of your little sisters on my account." There was a vague chorus of agreement from the three boys. All of them were too amazed at their mother's bald notion of them "practicing" making a baby in their little sisters, to be more emphatic. "But what if . . . what if one of us DOES get pregnant?" Jennifer tried to inject one last mote of sanity into the discussion. "I wouldn't worry about it," their mother dismissed the idea. "It'll probably be at least a year or two before you get pregnant, and even longer for your little sister. We'll worry about that, when your pants start getting tight. In the meantime, you both can feel your big brothers trying to get you pregnant as often as you want." 10 "Nobody is going to get mad if either of you 'catch' a little early," she continued, "and nobody will be horribly disappointed if it takes several years before either of you show up with a big tummy, either. If you do, you do; and if you don't, you don't. OK?" Jennifer was so astonished at her own parents' complete lack of concern as to whether either of their daughters got knocked-up by her own father or brother she shut up. If it didn't bother them one way or the other, then why should she worry? It wasn't as if SHE would have to pay the doctor bills, or support any kids her little sister had. Or even any kids she had either. Jenny knew quite well that any children she had while she stayed at home would just be taken in by her mother and father as one of their children. She and Selena would just have another brother or sister. So why was she getting so uneasy about the whole idea? It wasn't HER worry; it was her mother's. Everything seemed so Topsy-Turvy to the girl. Things were inside-out, upside-down, and backwards. Instead of warning their kids against having unprotected sex and getting pregnant, or worrying about it and having the kids take precautions, her parents actually seemed to be encouraging them to TRY; as if they would be delighted to find out that either of their little girls was in a family way, and carrying her own brother's baby inside her. Her mother's next instruction left little doubt in Jenny's mind that this was true. "Now just because you have permission to fuck your brothers whenever you want to, I don't want either of you girls pressuring any of them to have sex with you or to get you pregnant, if that's what you want. Just like you, it's up to each one of your brothers to decide if he wants to become a father or not. If either of you girls REALLY decides you need it, and none of your brothers are available, then your father has agreed to fuck either or both of you and even get you pregnant, any time you want him to. So you don't have to rely on your brothers, if they don't want to have sex when you're in the middle of your periods. By the same token, I'll always be available to the boys, any time they need or want a little extra sex; so you girls don't have to worry about your brothers having to "do without" if you can't fuck them because you're "at the wrong time of month" or something. I don't want ANY of you kids pressuring any of the others for sex, or trying to force each other into doing something that they don't want to do. Understand?" Linda looked seriously at all five kids, until each of them had nodded. Privately Jenny thought to herself that to some extent her mother was pressuring both her and Selena to have sex. Then she looked at the eager happy face of her little sister, and remembered the way the little girl had almost clawed at their big brother's back the night before; trying to get the older boy to plant his incestuous seed as far up inside her tight little slit as she could. Well . . . maybe her parents weren't forcing her little sister to do anything the cute little slut wouldn't have been trying to do on her own, after all. 11 As for Jennifer herself . . . Jenny suddenly realized with a burst of horniness that if her mother hadn't given her "permission" to fuck her brothers, she would have felt terribly left-out, disappointed, and slightly neglected, or even abused, if she had found out her little sister was being "allowed" to "get it on" with their father and/or big brothers. Maybe her mother WAS just "trying to be fair" with her, instead of trying to pressure her daughter into doing something the girl really didn't want to do otherwise. Maybe that was it. Jenny hated to be pushed into anything . . . even things she would normally do on her own. Heck, thinking about it, Jennifer figured that if her mother had been TRYING to keep her 12-year-old daughter a virgin, Jenny would most likely have been sneaking naked into her big brothers' bedroom a year or two earlier! It was only recently though, that the urges to get one of the older boys to "scratch the itch" between her legs by sliding his prick right up inside her, had grown great enough to make the little pre-teenaged tart start thinking of starting things herself. Maybe that was why she was so disgruntled . . . seeing her big brother climb in bed with their little sister, and then watching the older boy give the little kid the sex Jennifer had just started to want, instead of trying to stuff HER horny little box with incestuous prick, had made the older girl jealous. Jennifer finally admitted to herself that she was horny too! Even so, Jenny knew deep down inside herself, the real reason Billy had "taken" Selena instead of her. If the older boy had even tried climbing into bed with her, Jenny would probably have felt as if she was being "forced" and probably would have yelled the house down; screaming "RAPE!" or something like that. Jenny had to admit that her big brother was smarter than his looks gave him credit for. Jennifer sighed, as she realized how much she had painted herself in a corner, by resisting anything others wanted for her, even if it was good. It seemed the whole family knew her better than she knew herself. Jenny decided that THIS time she was NOT going to miss out on all the fun her siblings were having, just to satisfy her own stubbornness. This time she WAS going to join in, and she'd like to see any of her siblings try to stop her! While Jennifer was thinking about this, and making her big decision, the older woman in question turned to the three older boys, as if the girl's earlier question had no bearing on what they were doing. "Now I want all three of you boys to promise both Jenny and Selena that you'll do your best get each of them pregnant as often as you can, so they can both feel what it's like. OK?" With this, the older woman looked expectantly at all five of her offspring until she had gotten promises from all three boys. At the same time, Jennifer had given up her internal battle with herself. From now on, the little girl knew that all three of her brothers would be doing everything a boy can to father a child on both her and her little sister, while she and the younger girl would be doing everything in THEIR power to see to it that the boys succeeded. Jennifer wasn't even shocked or surprised by her mother's final comment. 12 "Now that THAT is settled," said the older woman with satisfaction, "I'll expect all three of you boys to try and impregnate each of your little sisters at least twice a day. Your father will help out whenever he can, but it's mainly going to be up to the three of you to knock your sisters up. After all, your father is just one man, while you're still three horny boys. I'll still help you 'practice' whenever I can; especially if your sisters are unavailable, but mainly I expect you boys to do most of your practice with the girls." The horny woman grinned at her three sons, who grinned back. This was going to seem like Heaven to the three oversexed boys, who had previously been limited to jacking-off, and occasionally playing with each other. "On the other hand," she continued with a grin, "I'll expect each of you boys to take 'refresher courses' with me at least twice a week, so I can be sure you'll be giving your little sisters the proper attention they deserve." "Yes, Mom." This time there was complete agreement from all three boys. Not one of the family members really thought the boys would need any kind of reminders about how to impregnate the girls, but this excuse to have them fuck their mother on a regular basis was as good as any, wasn't it? There was a round of giggles, but nobody objected. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Linda asked; then stopped the general rush to strip the clothes off the two girls. "No . . . Chores first!" she almost had to yell over the rush, "THEN you can play with your sisters. Boys, since your sisters are going to be busy 'helping' you, from now on, I want you all to help THEM with THEIR chores, OK?" Once again, all three boys nodded. For the chance to fuck their sisters whenever they wanted to, the boys would gladly have taken over ALL of the two younger girls' chores . . . in fact, eventually they did just that; taking turns doing chores, while taking alternate turns 'doing' their little sisters. But that would come later. IN the meantime . . . "In the meantime," said Linda, "since the boys are all busy right now, why don't you girls ask your father to 'help out.' I'm sure George would be just as happy to teach either of you girls 'how to make a baby' as any of the boys would." She looked expectantly at the two pre-teenaged little girls. If they accepted THIS, then her plans would be complete . . . if not, then Linda figured she would have a LOT to make up to her husband. "Oh. WOULD you Daddy?!" squealed Selena with delight. The thought of how her father was going to fit his enormous dong in her tight little slit didn't seem to bother the little 10-year-old in the slightest. "One down, one to go," thought Linda; waiting for her eldest daughter's response. After her earlier decision, it only took Jenny about 15 seconds to make up her mind. The older girl knew that from her mother and father's hopeful looks that they would both be TERRIBLY disappointed if she said, "No," but also knew that neither one would pressure her into saying, "Yes," like she figured her brothers might. 13 "Daddy," said Jennifer; looking her father straight in the eye, so he could see she meant it, "Will you teach me how to make a baby, just like the boys do?" The look of relief and love in her mother's face made any possible pain or future troubles she might have as a result seem to be worth it. Jennifer Marshall loved her mother . . . almost as much as she loved the man who would shortly be planting his baby in her tummy. Unlike her little sister, who didn't seem to know or care whether she was or even could get pregnant, Jenny knew she was just as fertile as her mother was. Ten minutes later the 12-year-old was gasping in pleasure, as her father showed her that foreplay was NOT a lost art among grownups, and almost 20 minutes after that she was gasping in orgasm for the second time, as the older man filled her womb with his seed. By the time George had finished working the little girl up and taken her cherry, everybody else had finished their chores, and had gathered around the big bed to watch. By then, Jenny had cum once on her father's fingers and tongue, and once with his big prick throbbing insistently in her belly. The little girl was already getting excited for the third time, when George "lost it" and began spasming her belly full of gob after thick white gob of her own father's cum. Millions of little black sperm started on the long eight-inch journey from his prostate to his daughter's ovaries, in search of the little 12 year old girl's waiting eggs. A second later millions more joined the first group of tiny wrigglers in a second surge. Three, then four times George grunted; while driving his prick as far up in his daughter's needing little tunnel as he could. Squirt after squirt, jet after thick white jet of incestuous cum splashed into the child's vagina and up against her uterus. Only a few hundred thousand of the millions of sperm trying made it through the child's cervix and on into her womb, and only a fraction of those made it to her fallopian tubes . . . but only one was necessary. They were never sure . . . after the orgy that took place during the following week, but the whole family figured the barely pubescent girl got knocked-up that first time by her father. This wasn't only because he was first; but because after that erotically sensual exhibition, not one of the boys wanted to spoil Jenny's pleasure of her first time. So the whole family trooped out; leaving the two incestuous lovers to remain mated for almost the entire morning, and then George repeated the process in the afternoon, only this time with just the two of them in the bedroom. It wasn't until the next day, that the mismatched couple became aware of the almost continuous orgy going on around them, and joined in; with George taking his youngest daughter like a dog takes a bitch in heat, while Jenny "tried on" the prick that had given her little sister so much pleasure that night almost a day and a half earlier. To her surprise, the 14-year-old was almost as good a lover as his father, and could squirt even more sperm inside her tight little cunny than the older man could. She was also surprised to see her 10-year-old little sister take their father's oversized (as mentioned earlier) dong up into her tight little cunny, not only without objecting, but with what seemed to be pleasure. 14 Only the fact that her father seemed to only be able to get a little over five of his seven-and-a-half inches of thick fat prick in her little sister gave Jennifer any satisfaction, as the younger girl seemed quite as capable of squeezing every drop of their father's sperm into her tight little tummy as Jenny could. Well, small satisfactions like that in sibling rivalry, are what keeps the syndrome from becoming all-out war. Selena still had the satisfaction of knowing she was the first of the two girls to entertain any of the men's sperm in her cute little tummy, while Jenny had the pleasure of knowing SHE at least was the first to feel their father's seed wriggling it's way up in her womb; getting her pregnant with her own father's baby, like she had dreamed about. Linda? She was the smuggest one of all three women; knowing she had her own son's baby growing inside her, her eldest daughter had her husband's baby similarly safely tucked away in HER cute little tummy, and all three girls were fucking all four men at the drop of a pair of panties. If, (when) Selena got pregnant as well, they would all have yet another thing to celebrate about. Linda wasn't worried. She knew that as long as all four of the men she loved kept the little girl's tummy filled with their sperm, then it would only be a matter of time before the little girl caught. Linda only had to wait. In the meantime, watching the friendly competition to see which one of her four men DID plant a baby in the child's cute little tummy, was always enough to get the older woman almost excited enough to rape one of the men herself. Only she never did, of course; as raping one of those horny studs would have been impossible . . . they would have been too darned willing for it to be rape. By now Linda was getting more sex from each of the boys (and her husband too!) than she ever had gotten from him alone in the past two years. In fact, she was getting more sex in total, even with both horny daughter's vying for their sperm, than she had gotten from her oversexed husband on their honeymoon, when she had wondered if she had married a satyr. And her previously sexually-bored husband WAS acting like a satyr; fucking each daughter at least twice a day, just like her brothers, and still having enough left over to fuck his sexy wife once or twice a day as well. "All-in-all," thought Linda; rubbing her daughter's bulging belly, while enjoying the feeling of the child squirming inside; and the little girl returned the favor by rubbing HER bulging belly, "I think things worked out pretty well . . . considering." Considering what she had originally planned, was entirely different. 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