Message-ID: <3924eli$9709091026@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/Year97/3924.txt> From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: RATS.TXT 80K "Rats" (mf, cons, incest, pedo, very-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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199709090226.VAA11636@midas.millcomm.com> Rats! An Erotic Story "Michael Jordon Finster! What DO you think you are doing?" Rats! If there's one thing guaranteed to let you know you're in trouble, it's when your parent uses your full name. I knew I was in deep trouble. Not that I really needed the name to know that. I mean, when you're caught 3/4 naked (just a towel) outside your big sister's bedroom, jacking off, you don't need the house to fall on you, to know you're in deep weeds. At the time, I almost wished the house HAD fallen in. When you're the only boy in a house full of women, sexual curiosity is the norm. (Aw heck. My friends, some of who are only-child boys, tell me they have the same problem. I guess interest in the opposite sex is normal for ANY teenaged boy. So, I was just normal.) Anyway, normal or not, you don't want to get caught. I just had. The way I figure it, Marsha WANTED me to see her playing with herself. For the past month or so, it had seemed like every one of my sisters was doing everything she could to tease me sexually. From running down the hall in just panties and bra, to "accidentally" leaving the bathroom door open when taking a shower. (AND the shower-curtain not fully pulled.) Lately, my big sister Marsha had started playing with herself in the afternoons, when Mother wasn't around. Last week, she had almost caught me listening at her door, and after that, instead of being more discreet, she had been leaving her door open just a crack when she did it. I guess she was trying to make it look like an accident, but I think she really WANTED me to watch her do it. Since the first time I spied on her, I figure she must have said something to the other girls, because the teasing I used to get, had escalated tremendously. The previous night, my little sister Judy had come over and sat on my lap, wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties, and a smile. Judy doesn't really have tits yet, so she doesn't wear a bra. Heck, Marsha doesn't really need a bra, and she's 16. No, I don't mean she's flat-chested. My big sister has one of the nicest set of knockers you ever did see. It's just that they are so nice and firm, and not oversized, that she could get by even in the swimming-pool without a top on. In fact, she sometimes does. Mother has never insisted that any of the girls wear a top, as long as it's just us "family" in the pool. Back where we live, you can't see the back yard through the trees anyway. Now that I think of it, Marsha has probably been going without a top, just to tease me too! Now that I think, I'm sure of it. She always wears a top, when other girls come over; even when she knows it's just girls. As I said, I think ALL of my sisters were trying to "get a rise" out of me. 1 Well, they had succeeded more than once. More than once? Who am I trying to kid? I had sent more sperm into a towel in my bedroom at night, dreaming I was squirting it in the willing holes of one or the other of my sisters, than I care to admit. Whatever. . . It seemed like gallons. A couple of nights before, Cathy had barged in on me in the bathroom, just as I was getting out of the shower. The little girl was completely naked herself, as she nonchalantly slipped into the shower, rubbing her little butt against my leg as she stepped in. I had felt like climbing back in the shower, and showing my little sister "the facts of life" right there. Still, you don't rape your own little sister. Now, I wonder if I shouldn't have done it anyway. At 10 years old, Cathy isn't as sexy as her big sisters, but she still has a cute enough body to give me a permanent hard-on. I went back into my room afterwards, and had to take yet another shower when I came out, after working myself up to three cum-squirting orgasms; imagining that I was filling the cute little girl so full of my incestuous seed, that she would be having babies for the next ten years. When I came out of the bedroom, Cathy was just getting OUT of the shower, as I got back in. Bare-naked and dripping, the little girl stopped me; gave me a big hug, while ignoring the fact that we were both naked; said, "Thank you," and left. I never DID figure out what she thanked me for. I had to jack off AGAIN, in the shower this time. As I said, all four of my sisters seemed to be in on it. Hardly an hour passed, when I didn't see one scantily clad body or another. With four sisters teasing me, from Marsha at 16, (two years older than me,) Ginger at 12, Cathy at 10, and Judy at 7, I was almost a walking hard-on. It seemed that once they knew I liked to look at them, they all decided they liked me to look. Which led up to the trouble I was in. I had known my big sister masturbated before. Heck, when Mother taught us about sex, and where babies came from, she had told us about masturbation, and let us know it was normal, almost expected behavior, when you reached a certain age. Well, first Marsha had reached that age, then about two years ago, I had. Neither of us had thought anything about it at first. Until last week. Now, here I was, caught with my "pants down", peeking on my older sister while she got her rocks off. Oh shit! I turned to face my mother. Oh double shit! It wasn't just my mother, it was all three of my other sisters too! Talk about getting caught "en flagrente delicto." "Well," Mother huffed, "I'm ashamed of you. Standing out here in the hall, jacking off, while your big sister so obviously needs you. Didn't you learn ANYTHING I taught you about sex? Or do you just like to tease your big sister? Shame on you!" "Huh?" I responded weakly. ME teasing MARSHA? I hadn't even thought of it that way. Here I thought she was teasing ME! I started to mumble something to that effect, but Mother didn't give me a chance. 2 "Now you get in there, and apologize to your big sister, before I give you what for!" With this, Mother gave me a shove through the open door to the room that Marsha shared with Ginny. Somehow, I ended up in my sisters' bedroom, stark-naked, as my mother had appropriated the towel. "WELL?" my mother prompted sternly. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to melt down in a puddle on the floor. Still, I did my best. "I'm sorry, Marsha," I stammered. "I didn't mean to. . ." I wasn't quite sure what my mother wanted me to apologize for. . . Peeking, surely. But teasing? Mother never gave me the chance to finish anyway. "Not THAT way," she said, disgustedly. "Do it properly! Get up there on the bed, and SHOW your big sister you didn't mean to tease her." "Huh?" My astonishment was echoed by Marsha's. Mother sighed with exasperation. "Your big sister is lying there, almost dying of sexual frustration and you're out in the hall wasting your sperm in some grubby old towel," she said. "Now I want you to get up there and show Marsha you didn't mean to tease her, by letting her have what she wants so badly." "Huh?" again from both Marsha and me. I don't know which of us was more astonished. Surely Mother didn't want me to. . . to. . . to. . . Mother lost all patience. "Get up there, and put your cock in your sister's hole, before I lose all patience," she explained. "YES, idiot! I said fuck your sister! Can't you see she needs it?" Oh. Both Marsha and I looked at each other with open mouths. Still, when Mother opened HER mouth to let us have it again, I hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, where my big sister was lying, legs spread, with just a flimsy nightie that only covered her shoulders. Catching Mother's glare, she spread her legs even wider, to allow me to climb between them. Two seconds later, my cum-dribbling cock was touching the open hole between my sister's thighs; and one second after that, I felt my prick slide into the hot sweet hole of my own sister. OOOHHH! Did that feel Goood! I almost came at the very first touch. "Oooh!" echoed Marsha. Her hands reached out to grab me, as I reached for her. "I'm sorry I teased you," I said, and heard Marsha say the same thing, at the same time. We both giggled. Damn it felt good inside her. The feeling was so intense, that I hunched forward involuntarily; trying to drive even more of my swollen prick up inside my big sister. Neither one of us was more than peripherally aware of our mother and three sisters watching every incestuous move we made. "Ow!" said Marsha. For being all of two whole years older than I was, and having unmercifully teased me for the last two years, my big sister was a virgin! "You have to break it," observed Mother. At my hesitation, (I didn't really want to hurt my sister.) Mother said, "Now!" and gave me a glare that mad it plain that she was going to brook no arguments from either of us. 3 I looked at Marsha; she looked back at me, and shrugged. So I did it. It was the most natural thing in the world, to hunch forward, sinking my prick into the hot wet hole between my sister's legs. There was a straining moment, then I felt the membrane tear around my prick, and slide down past the glans. More and more of my swollen cock sank into my sister, as I was almost overcome with the devastatingly erotic sensation of having my own sister's vagina sliding onto my penis. Still. . . "I'm sorry," I said. It was hard to be as sorry as I wanted to be though. Even though the last thing I wanted, was to cause my big sister pain, the feeling of her hot wet hole massaging my prick was too good to let me feel very guilty. Wow! Did that feel good! "I'm sorry too," Mother apologized, "but Mike had to break your cherry, if he's going to fuck you properly." "Now Mike, I want you to be careful," she continued to me. "Your big sister's not on the pill, and her period was just a little over a week ago. You COULD be getting her pregnant right now." "Oh shit!" I said. "I'd better pull out." The sucking heat of my big sister's vagina didn't seem to want to let go, but Marsha knew the dangers of letting me cum inside her, just as much as I did. Reluctantly, we started to pull apart. "Don't you DARE!" said Mother. "Huh?" again my big sister and I showed our brilliance. . . NOT. "I said, 'Don't you dare,'" repeated Mother. "How's Mike going to learn what it's like to make a baby, if he pulls out, the first time he gets inside a girl?" I was listening with openmouthed astonishment. It had been amazing enough to find out my mother actually wanted me to FUCK my big sister. NOW, it sounded like she WANTED me to knock her up, too! "But Momma!" wailed my sister; using a name for Mother that she hadn't used since she was younger than I am. "What if I get pregnant?" Mother looked at my big sister sternly, and reminded her of how she had been lying on the bed jacking off, so her little brother could watch. "That's just a chance you'll have to take, won't you," she replied. I had been half-sitting there on my haunches, with my prick half-in, and half-out of my sister, while this exchange took place. Mother turned her glare back on me. "Well," she prompted. "You'd better get it ALL the way up inside your sister, if you're going to try getting her pregnant. You probably won't be able to do it this time, but I'm sure that if you practice often enough, you'll do a good job." Oh shit. Mother DID want me to impregnate my big sister. The thought was too stimulating. I could no more resist the idea, than I could resist a tidal-wave. With a grunt, I sank the full length of my prick in my big sister's belly. With a slight cry, Marsha suddenly grabbed me, and humped back at me just as hard. 4 Within two minutes, I lost control, and spurted wad after thick sticky wad of incestuous cum in my sister's incredibly hot sweet hole. Jamming our crotches together, we both did our best to plant my seed as far up in her womb as we could. Mother's encouragement of, "That's it. . . You've got to squirt it as far up inside your sister as you can, if you're going to get her pregnant," was ignored until we were both finished anyway. As I came down from the incredible high of my first sex with a real girl, I slowly became aware of the shudders of my big sister underneath me. Marsha was just finishing HER first climax with a real man inside her; pumping her sexy little belly full of baby-making cum. It must have been as big a thrill to her, as it was to me. Eventually it ended. About two minutes later, not even my big sister's hot little hole squeezing on my prick could keep it erect any more, and it came out with an obscene "slurp". Mother looked at both of us. Me, lying there with my limp prick dripping one last white sticky drop of cum, while Marsha lay there with a matching drop slowly oozing out of her no-longer-virginal crack. "So," she said. Now you both know what the real thing is like. Did you like it?" Both Marsha and I were to exhausted to do more than barely groan in agreement. "Good," said Mother. "From now on Michael, I want you to 'practice' making a baby in your big sister, at least once a day." Oh SHIT, what a line. It sounded like some sophomore-boy's idea of a wet-dream sex-story than reality. (I learned later, that it was just that. Mother had stolen the tag-line from just such a story.) I didn't even have a chance to agree, or more likely gasp in amazement, when my mother turned to Ginger and told her, "Now I want you to tell me if Mike doesn't come in here and fuck your big sister at least once a day." Ginny's eyes opened in amazement. It had been one thing, to see her big sister get "what for" for teasing me. Now, it looked like she could get in trouble for something she had nothing to do with. After all, she couldn't be expected to monitor her older siblings' comings and goings. "Mother!" she complained, "that's not FAIR!" Mother thought it over, then suddenly agreed. "You're right," she said. Ginny relaxed for a moment, until Mother continued, "It's not fair to have to watch Mike getting your big sister pregnant, and not get anything out of it yourself." Mother turned away from my little sister's gaping mouth, and turned to me. "Michael, you'll just have to take care of Ginny too. I'm sorry but, you'll have to practice making a baby in HER, at least once a week, as well." 5 By now, I had started to figure things out. Mother WANTED me to fuck my sisters. Yes, and she even seemed to want me to get them pregnant too! What a sexy thing to happen to a perennially horny teenaged boy. If this was just another wet- dream, I hoped I never woke up. I decided to test my hypothesis a little further. "What about Cathy and Judy," I was going to ask, when Mother stopped me with a final injunction that seemed to answer my question without my asking it. "From now on Mike," she told me firmly, "I don't want to EVER catch you jacking off in the hallway. At LEAST, not as long as you have 4 healthy sisters to take care of you, anyway." Cathy and Judy looked startled for a moment, then resigned. I guess after seeing the firm way Mother had dealt with Marsha, they knew that objections would only get them in deeper trouble. After a bit, I noticed a smile forming first on Judy's face; followed shortly thereafter by one on Cathy. I wondered I my 7-year-old little sister actually liked the idea of fucking her big brother. I wondered if it was even possible. Still, the thought of the little girl's incredibly tight little hole squeezing the sperm out of my prick, was getting me hard all over again. Ginny noticed it first. "Oh my God!" she said quietly to herself. Only everyone heard her, as we had all stopped talking by then. Mother followed Ginny's eyes to my swelling prick, as did Judy and Cathy. "Oh good," she sighed with relief. "You won't have to wait after all. Ginny, you get up there on the bed with your big brother, and start your practicing right now." "But Mother!" started Ginny. Somehow I don't think she had really believed that Mother really wanted me to fuck her too. Not even after seeing me take her big sister's virginity. I mean, mothers just don't HAVE their teenaged boys fuck their sisters and get them pregnant, do they? Well, Mother did. "Now!" said Mother, in that tone of hers, that brooks no arguments. In less than a minute, my little sister was lying on the bed, as naked as her big sister, and I was approaching her tight little vagina with a prick that felt hard enough to split rocks. TWO virgins in one day! And both of them my own sexy sisters, that I had been having wet-dreams about for months. . . years even. Ginny was tighter than Marsha. I guess that being younger had something to do with it. Still, that didn't stop me. This time, knowing what was going to happen, I swabbed my leaking prick up and down my little sister's hole, and then shoved it all the way up inside her, with one big push. Ginny didn't have more than a second to say "Ow," before we were fucking like we had been doing it for years. Ginny may not be as hot and wet and slippery as her big sister, but she's definitely tighter, and she seemed to enjoy fucking just as much or more than Marsha did. 6 This time, there was no false-starts, or worries about me getting her pregnant. We both knew that I might be planting a baby in her womb, but that was more turn-on than worry. Besides, Mother wouldn't have let us stop anyway. We knew by now that our mother actually WANTED me to plant a baby in each of her little girl's tummies, and the sooner the better. This nonsense about "practicing" was just that: funny-stuff. So we tried. Yes, my little sister and I actually tried to make a baby. She may be only 12 years old, but we both knew she had been having periods for over a year. With a little bit of luck, she could be conceiving right then. As I said, we tried. After only about two minutes of sliding in and out, I lost control and jammed my prick as far up in my little sister's belly as I could. Ginny was right with me. Her tight little hole milked and squeezed on my prick, as my sister did everything a girl could, to get pregnant by her big brother. Grunting and groaning, we both kept thrusting at each other; trying to force ever more of my swollen prick into the little girl's belly, where it sent jet after incestuous jet of baby- making sperm splashing against her womb. Finally, we came to rest, with my wilting prick held tightly inside my own little sister's clasping young hole. As long as I didn't pull away, Ginny was able to keep my prick inside her, like a cork in a bottle. "I'm sorry I teased you," she whispered in my ear. "If I had known it would be THIS good, I would have fucked you two years ago." Oh God! What a sexy thought. My prick jumped inside her tight slit, but I just didn't have it in me any more. (Both of my sisters had "it" in them now.) [Sorry, I just COULDN'T resist that pun.] Regretfully, we finally pulled apart. Knowing that it was all over (at least for several hours) Mother shooed my two little sisters out of their big sisters' bedroom, and closed the door. For the first time in my life, (but not the last, by far) I went to sleep between my two sisters. God! Is that something! To sleep between two beautiful sexy young girls; both of whom love you, and are willing to not only fuck you, but have your babies as well, with neither of them feeling the slightest bit jealous of the other. Heaven could hardly be half as good. To have both girls be your own sexy sisters, whom you've loved all your life, and who both love you just as much, makes a preacher's promises of heaven seem stale and old. Now, if some preacher-man told me that in heaven I could spend the rest of eternity with all four of my sisters; sleeping with them, and getting them pregnant over and over again, while we all remained forever young. . . You couldn't FORCE me to commit a sin. Death would then have no fear, and Hell would be being separated from my sisters. 7 Two weeks later, I took Cathy's virginity. I woke up in the middle of the night, between Marsha and Ginny; both of whom already had generous helping of my seed warming their cute little tummies, and went to the bathroom. When I was finished, I still had a hard-on; and I didn't want to wake up the two older girls, after their already wondrous performance that night. So, remembering my mother's injunction about "4 healthy sisters", I went down to the littler girls' bedroom, and crawled in bed with Cathy. My little 10-year-old sister must have already been having a wet-dream, because it wasn't until I actually had the head of my prick inside her tight little slit, that she woke up. "You're fucking me, aren't you?" Cathy murmured, sleepily. "Uhuh," I replied, sliding my prick out an inch, and then back in until it butted up against her cherry. "Good," she said, "For a moment there, I thought I was dreaming again." "Pleasant dreams, I hope," I said. "Very pleasant." By now, the tickling sensation of my 10-year-old sister's tight little slit, nibbling on the head of my penis was almost unbearable. Still, wasn't that the reason I had stopped in to see her? Cathy's tight little cunny had clamped down on the head of my prick in a welcoming embrace, that felt almost as good as her big sisters' vagina squeezing on the whole thing. I could feel the membrane of Cathy's hymen holding me back. Still, I didn't HAVE to break her cherry. Just feeling the little girl's cunny-muscles wrapped around the head of my prick, like some obscene mouth sucking on it, was almost enough to get me to cum, without even moving. With a little effort, I knew I could get my rocks off, and Cathy could still remain a virgin, if she wanted to. "Ooh," she said, echoing my thoughts. "That feels good." It didn't seem that she wanted to, but I was going to be sure. Without our mother there, insisting that I do it, I didn't want to hurt my little sister by taking her virginity, unless she wanted me to. "Should I take it out?" I asked. I know, a little bit late, but now that she was awake, I felt a little guilty about fucking Cathy without her permission. "Don't you DARE!" replied Cathy, in a tone very reminiscent of the one my mother had used the previous week when I was going to pull out of her big sister. "I've been waiting all WEEK, to feel this thing in me, and I had almost given up on you," she complained. "Sorry," I apologized. And I was. If I had known my little sister actually WANTED me to fuck her I would have been in her bed days before. Days? Heck, weeks, months, even YEARS before. The tickling sensation of Cathy's hymen rubbing against the head of my prick was making me involuntarily hunch against her, bringing slight gasps of pain from between my little sister's teeth. I didn't know how much longer I could go, before I accidentally pushed too hard, and broke it. 8 "It'll hurt, if I break it," I warned her. "I don't CARE," said Cathy. "Ginny and Marsha managed. So can I. . . Do it." I did. Trying to take it easy, I pushed in steadily, while Cathy's breath whistled in and out through clenched teeth. I felt the little girl's hymen split, while Cathy grunted in pain. She didn't yell out, or try to stop me though. Inch by inch, I worked my throbbing prick deeper into my little sister's vagina, until I finally had over half of it inside her. "That's it," I said, "you're no longer a virgin." Cathy looked down at where my swollen prick was obscenely stretching her bare little cunny-lips, and had vanished halfway up inside her. She whimpered a little, but didn't complain when I slid out a half-inch or so, and then back in almost a whole one. "See," I said, "we're fucking now." "Do it," she said. "Fuck me, and cum in me, so I can have a baby, just like Marsha and Ginny." Oh my God! "You're a little young yet, to have a baby," I reminded her. My prick didn't believe it though By now, it was almost three-quarters of the way up inside my little sister, and was threatening to fill her tight little sleeve full of incestuous cum, even before I got all the way inside. My hands had instinctively cupped the little girl's breasts, as I slowly worked my prick in deeper. Previous to this, I hadn't thought that Cathy even HAD breasts, let alone ones big enough to grab, but she did. They weren't the delicious grapefruit-sized mounds that Marsha had, or even the nice little swellings that adorned Ginny chest. They were definitely female breasts though, and a very sensual handful at that. Cathy was growing up. As she reminded me. "I don't care!" she said. "It isn't fair that Marsha and Ginny get to have babies, and I don't." Cathy sniffled a little, as she fought to ignore the slight pain remaining from her torn virginity. "Besides," she defended herself, "I'm a better baby- sitter, than either of them. Why shouldn't I be first?" Well, she had a point. Cathy had started out by helping first Marsha, and then Ginny, when they went out baby-sitting. After a few months though, she had taken over most of the work, and then had even been called back alone, as Marsha and Ginny lost interest. At first, Mother had objected that she was too young for such a responsibility, but had eventually given in; as long as she picked up and delivered the little girl herself. For some reason, Mother didn't trust the parents of the children to bring Cathy home, even though she trusted them when Cathy was left at their houses. Later, Cathy told me why, when she told me about how several of the children's fathers had made passes at her, before Mother was due to pick her up. If she had been driving home alone with them, it would have been much harder for her to resist. Actually, she hadn't bothered to resist with a few of the handsomer men; allowing them to feel her up, and even sucking a couple of them off. Mostly they had to settle for just hand-jobs though. Cathy never let Mother know any of this though, or she knew she wouldn't have been allowed to baby-sit at all. 9 No WONDER Cathy was in such demand as a baby-sitter! Still, she was in almost as big a demand from the couples who wouldn't dream of molesting a 10-year-old, as she was from those she was fooling around with. Cathy was a GOOD baby-sitter. She was right. It wasn't fair for her big sisters to have babies, when she didn't, and she was the one who would probably have to take care of them. Besides, the thought of the little fifth-grader, with her sexy little tummy swollen with my baby inside it, was too sexy for words. "OK Little Sister," I said, "if you want a baby, I'm just the guy to give it to you." By now, over three-quarters of my prick was sliding in and out of my sister, as her cunny slowly lubricated, and the pre-cum leaking from the end of my prick into her tight little hole made it easier to slide in and out. If Ginny had been tight, what can I say about Cathy? It was difficult to push in each time; and once I did, it was difficult to pull out. If I had fucked the little girl the way I did her big sister Marsha, we both would have been worn raw. Cathy's tightness finally did to me what Marsha's hot sweet wetness, and Ginny's sexual exuberance usually does. Yes, her tight little cunny sucked me off. There was still almost 3/4 of an inch, that I couldn't get inside her, when I felt the by-now-familiar sensation of cum rippling through the tube on the bottom of my prick, and I knew I was cumming in my own 10-year-old little sister. By then, we were both gasping and grunting; bare-skin slapping wetly against bare-skin, as we both worked against each other; trying to plant as much of my incestuous seed as we could, as far up in the little girl's body as it would go. As I said, Ginny was tight. It was all I could do, to force each thick drop of cum through my prick, and up inside her sweet little belly. Still, I did my best, squirting jet after jet of my sperm against her hungry little womb. Cathy squeezed and milked my prick, in an attempt to extract every precious drop of sperm I had in me. I was amazed. After fucking two sisters already, you would think I knew quite a bit about sex already. I found out that I still had a lot to learn. Each of my sisters is different. Each one fucks me differently. I can't even say that any one of the four is better than the others, because in different ways, each one is best at one part or another. Marsha is hot and wet and slippery. Ginny is enthusiastic and acrobatic; putting more energy into sex than all three of her other sisters put together. Cathy is not only the tightest, but she has internal control over her muscles that allows her to milk me off, while I just lie there and enjoy feeling her incredibly tight little sleeve rippling up and down my prick, until I have no choice but to fill her tiny little womb with squirt after squirt of incestuous baby- making seed. And as for Judy. . . Oh, that's right, I haven't gotten to Judy yet. 10 As you probably know by now, It wasn't much longer before I was fucking my 7-year-old little sister too. I guess I'd better tell you about that, before I go on. After fucking Cathy that night, I wanted to spend all night in bed with her, but she told me it would probably be better if I didn't. Because if Judy ever found out I was making out with her, the little girl would probably want me to fuck her too, and neither of us wanted to hurt the little kid. Cathy was right. If I put my big baby-maker up inside Judy's tiny little hole, it would probably split the little girl wide-open. Still, I knew that Judy would want to try, if she ever found out I was fucking Cathy. Do any of you boys out there have pesky little sisters? Ones you love, but who follow you around like a love-starved puppy-dog? Well, my little sister Judy is like that. The little kid acts like I'm some kind of god or something, and can do no wrong. Whatever I'm doing, the little scamp is there; either trying to join in, (if she can) trying to help out, or just watching her big brother, if she can't. I mean, it's flattering and all, but sometimes she can be such a pest! Hardly any time at all do I have to myself, when she's not following me around like some kind of shadow; underfoot, and in the way. Still, if anyone had ever tried to hurt my little sister, I would probably have killed the SOB, without a second thought. As for ME even accidentally hurting the little girl, the thought gives me shudders. And Cathy's point was valid. If Judy found out I was fucking HER, then she would feel left-out, and want to do it too. As long as it was just Marsha and Ginny, it would be OK. Once I started screwing Cathy though, Judy probably would want to do it too, as soon as she found out. So, Cathy and I decided right there, that from then on we would have to be more careful about fucking, so Judy didn't find out. Ha HA! Yeah, I can see you're way ahead of me. Well, I'll get to that in a minute. After deciding this, I had to leave, before Judy caught us like Mother had. While we had been whispering, we had been cuddled up together in the warmest, most wonderful of embraces, with my softened prick being held inside my sister by her warmly squeezing vagina, that STILL felt incredibly tight around my shrunken cock. The little girl's muscles had stripped every last drop of incestuous seed up into her tight little hole; and milked my penis dry. When I pulled out, there was a snapping sensation; as Cathy's little slit closed up; trapping almost every drop of my sperm inside her. Only a tiny bubble oozed out of her smooth little slit, and that she wiped up with a finger, and licked it off. The thought of my little 10-year-old sister lying there with my sperm soaking into her womb, was almost enough to make me get on top of her, and give the little girl a second shot, but Cathy stopped me before I did. To make it up, and to say goodnight, she kissed me before I left. 11 Kissed? Sounds chaste, after the nasty thing of fucking your own 10-year-old little sister, and leaving great big gobs of baby-juice soaking in the little girl's womb, doesn't it? Shows what you know. This kiss, was anything but chaste. My little sister had her mouth slightly open, when I bent down to kiss her, and I responded by opening mine slightly. I found out fast, that I had never been properly kissed before. It seems that one of the men whom Cathy baby-sat for, had been teaching my little sister how to kiss, while he fingered her off, and she played with his prick. He had never even tried to do any more than that though. I guess he was scared of being charged with rape, if he tried to fuck his 10-year-old baby-sitter. Cathy says, "No," and that he's just a nice guy, and he doesn't want to cheat on his wife, who he loves very much. Whatever. I suppose it's possible that a guy would figure that feeling-up a little girl, and getting her to jack him off, wasn't "cheating", but fucking the little girl would be. Some people's minds are weird. Anyway, Cathy gave ME a lesson that night in kissing, that I've been striving to get down pat ever since. By the time we finished dueling tongues, and licking the inside of each other's mouths, my prick was leaking pre-cum again, and I almost came all over her sexy little belly. Perhaps the guy who taught her hadn't been missing out on so much after all. Cathy sent me back to her big sisters' bedroom with as big a hard-on as I had entered with. Good thing too, as both of them were waiting for me; wondering why I had taken so long in th bathroom. They were BOTH horny as a two-peckered goat, and I didn't get back to sleep, until I had taken care of both of them. This took quite a while, as it was murder for me to get it up the third time. I actually had to fake an orgasm, as Ginny slaved underneath me, trying to get me off, after she came for the third time that night. Huh? You didn't know that guys COULD fake an orgasm? Well, neither did I, until that night, when I just HAD to. The next morning, I didn't even try to get in the usual morning-fuck that had become almost standard with me and Marsha. Still, neither of my sisters complained, remembering the night before. It was when I came home from school, that I found out I was in trouble. It didn't take a rocket-scientist to figure out just what that trouble was, either. For sure, Marsha and Ginny figured it out, and I wasn't home ten minutes before the situation became clear. Cathy was so cheerful and happy, and Judy was so miserable, while Mother looked at me as if I had just killed her favorite cat. (Oh. Didn't I mention we are all cat-people? We are. We all love pussy. <grin>) As I said, it didn't take a rocket- scientist to figure out what had happened. 12 Even if Judy HADN'T seen us "making out" last night, her older sister's bubbly cheerfulness and bouncy demeanor would have given things away. Not that Cathy is normally a grump. It's just that she usually was never THIS happy and contented; like a cat who had just imbibed a whole pitcher of cream. Well, it wouldn't have escaped Judy's notice that her big sister had taken a lot of MY cream up inside her where it belonged, even if she hadn't woken up and seen us going at it like a pair of laboratory rats, with her own eyes. Judy may be little, but she's NOT dumb! Neither is our mother. Looking at her two youngest daughters in such obviously disparate moods, Mother knew I had popped her little girl's cherry during the night, and she was annoyed; to put it mildly. It seems, Mother had hoped to see me take each of her little girls' virginities and she felt as if I had cheated her, by sneaking a poke in Cathy, in the middle of the night, when she couldn't see it. Mother did NOT figure on being left-out again. Neither, for that matter, did Judy. When confronted, Cathy and I both admitted it. After all, we weren't ashamed of what we had been doing. We had just hoped to keep it a secret for a while. Fat chance, as it turned out. So, I guess you can figure out pretty easily what happened next. Uhuh. Judy insisted on being fucked too, just like Cathy and I figured she would. And Mother made sure I did it. She didn't want to take the chance on missing out on seeing her youngest daughter being fucked for the first time, and since Judy so obviously wanted to, she insisted that I do it right then. Well, insisting that a man fuck a girl, is a lot easier than getting him to do it. Especially, if he's scared of hurting the kid like I was. For all the eroticism of the thought of fucking your own 7-year-old little sister, I couldn't get a hard-on. Mother finally had to get Marsha to climb on my lap, and work her sexy body against mine, until my prick finally got erect enough to slip into her hot slippery hole. Once it did, the sucking heat of my big sister's vagina had me proudly erect in almost no time. Then, once I was erect, Mother had Marsha get off me, and had Judy get on. Being so slippery with Marsha's juices, and my pre-cum, I was able to get the head of my prick into Judy's little crack, even though she was as dry as a bone from nervousness, and a little scared too. Still, she didn't even think of "chickening out." Mother had us do it in the big leather chair, that everyone tries to get when watching TV, in the living-room. It was more comfortable, and there everyone could see, and besides, a chair would be better for a little girl like Judy; especially the way Mother planned things. 13 Yeah, Mother planned it. Just like almost everything else, except my sneaking Cathy's virginity in the middle of the night. Mother wanted to be there, the first time I tried to impregnate her little girl, and she wanted to supervise, to make sure we "did it right"; as if breeding her own kids was some kind of sexy experiment. Yeah, sure. Mother's just a sneaky pervert, who likes to see her little girls get fucked, and we all love her for it. I actually regret that Cathy and I didn't let Mother know we were going to fuck, so she could have watched. Being so old, (33) Mother just doesn't have the chances to have sex, that a teenager like myself, or even a pre-teen like Cathy or Judy has. I mean, can you imagine an old woman of 33 trying to get laid? Yeah, funny, isn't it. Not that Mother's all that ugly. Actually, Mother's pretty good looking, for an old woman. I mean, her breasts don't sag, and her skin is still smooth, and even her tummy is still flat and fairly sexy for a woman who's had five children. Still, who would want to fuck an old woman, even if she DOES look fairly good? OK, I'll admit it. . . Before I started fucking my own sisters, I probably would have. Uhuh. As horny as I was, Mother didn't look all that bad to me. Actually, she still doesn't, for that matter. Still, don't you lose all sexual interest, when you get old? Well, obviously, Mother hadn't. Maybe she's got a higher sex-drive than most women. Anyway, we all felt sorry for Mother being deprived like this, so if she got pleasure vicariously by watching her kids "get it on", then we were all happy to have Mother watch. After we both got undressed, (Actually, Mother had EVERYBODY get undressed, even her, so we were ALL naked when we started.) she had me sit back in the big chair, and wanted Judy to get on top of me, so she could control how much prick she took, being so young and small. Only we ran into that little problem I told you about, before Marsha helped out. Once Judy got the tip of my prick inside her tight little crack, there were no further chances of me "losing it." Seeing my little sister's tiny little slit so obscenely stretched around my invading prick, and feeling the tight little hole clasping and squeezing on the head; it would have taken a bucket of ice-water thrown over the two of us, to "dampen" my enthusiasm enough to make my prick wilt again. Judy didn't even have buds of tits, like Cathy, and her little hips were thin and boyish, but her tight little hole was all woman. Her smooth little tummy was sexy too. It was quite a turn- on to imagine that smooth little tummy sticking out like a basketball, and changing shape as I watched; from my baby squirming inside her. So little girls her age don't get pregnant; it was STILL a turn-on, just thinking about it. Mother told me she wanted Judy to have a chance to at least FINISH the first-grade with a big belly, even though it was probably too late for that, even if I COULD knock her up. 14 I think Mother just said that, to get me harder, so that when I came inside Judy, the little girl would get a bigger helping of her big brother's cum. If so, then it worked. I lurched upward, and a second inch of incestuous prick vanished into my little sister's hole. Judy let out a squeak of pain, but didn't pull away, either. I tried to pull out, to get a little more lubrication, but Judy was so tight I couldn't. So I tried pushing again, instead. There was a jerking/rubbing sensation, and another half inch went in. It felt like I was trying to fuck a garden-hose. With each push, there would be a squeaky/rubbing sensation, like the feel you get when rubbing your finger on a squeaky-clean glass, and another quarter to half-inch of my prick would disappear into my little sister. When I would try to pull out, it would feel like my prick was trapped in one of those "Chinese handcuff" finger-toys, and grab my prick so tightly it wouldn't move. Quarter-inch by half- inch, by quarter-inch, my prick kept going farther into Judy's unbelievably tight little slit. I kept waiting for the yelp of pain, that would announce I was up against her "cherry", but it never came. Oh Judy did squeak with a little pain, each time I got another fraction inch of fat prick inside her, but she never did let out the squeal you would expect from a deflowered virgin. I guess Judy just didn't HAVE a hymen. (Some women don't.) Or perhaps she had ruptured it in some game she had played as a child. (As a CHILD?!?! She was only SEVEN years old NOW! Oh my God!) I didn't even have a full half of my prick inside Judy, when I felt the little girl's cervix pressing like a hard bump against the head of my prick; and I knew the little girl had taken all she could inside her. Once this happened, we both rested for a minute, with my big prick buried halfway up in my little sister's belly; getting more and more horny at the incredible sight of the tiny girl being fucked, and her tight little snatch squeezing and pulling on my prick, while her cervix was a slightly distracting bump rubbing against the head. Judy lifted up, and at first nothing happened. Her hole just clamped-down on my prick, and her body just seemed to stretch a little; allowing about a half-inch of my prick to retreat from bumping up against her womb. Then she dropped down again, and her tight little tunnel caressed the sensitive skin around the head of my cock. Up and down twice more, until the stimulation of her vagina rubbing against the glans of my prick caused me to release a spurt of pre-cum inside her. This loosened things up a little, and this time my prick stretched her little body almost a whole inch; spreading the lubrication around even farther. 15 By the time she made two more strokes up and down, I was helping Judy rise and fall on my prick by lifting her butt with my hands, and then dropping them to lower her, while the dry tightness of her opening had suddenly become slippery with juice, after one slightly painful pull, that allowed the lubrication now running in great gobs from the tip of my prick to make the journey easier. After about 5 minutes, Judy was sliding up and down my prick, like she had been doing it for months. It was STILL like fucking a garden-hose. Only NOW, it was an incredibly tight and slippery garden-hose. Not to mention, a short one, with a knob at the end. Still, even the slight pain of Judy's cervix bumping repeatedly against the head of my prick, did little to cut down on the eroticism of the moment. It WAS however, enough to slow up what would otherwise have been a much-too-fast orgasm. Judy probably couldn't "cum" herself, but she did seem to finally be enjoying the feel of my prick stimulating her vagina from the inside. For sure I was enjoying it! Only I didn't want to take too long. I knew my little sister would be sore from the pounding she was taking inside, even if she DID enjoy it. Better for me to cum right then, and let Judy enjoy it more some other time, when she hadn't just lost her virginity. The trouble was: I couldn't quite cum. I tried. I really did; but I couldn't. Feeling only half my prick being squeezed, her cervix bumping against the head of my prick, and the garden-hose tightness of her little hole were all distractions that repeatedly kept me from cumming. I was about to say, "Uncle," and stop, when Mother bent over and whispered in Judy's ear. Being so close, I heard her, even though it wasn't meant for me. "Now?" asked Mother. Judy nodded; not slowing up for a second, her sliding up and down on me. "Are you sure?" asked mother, somewhat worriedly, it seemed to me. Judy nodded again; too involved in gasping for breath, to say, "Yes." Now some of you may know what is coming, but I didn't even have a clue. I had never heard of such a thing, and if I had, I wouldn't have done it with my own little sister. Especially not my LITTLE sister, Judy. As I've said, I wouldn't hurt the little girl for the world. It was stretching things, to even be fucking her. [Oh my God! If it hadn't been unintentional, I would deserve to be shot for producing a pun like that! Maybe I should be shot anyway.] Well, if I was "stretching things" by fucking my little sister, [Hey! If I'm going to use this pun at all, I might as well go whole-hog.] then what was I doing when Mother finished pushing down on my little sister when I was just starting to push up? 16 By now, there was so much pre-cum oozing out of my abused prick, that it was running in streams down Judy's left leg. Pre- cum is about the slipperiest thing I know, and Mother used that to do what she did. When I felt my little sister's cervix mashing into my prick, like the head of a hammer, I tried to pull back, but the chair wouldn't let me. I figure that's the REAL reason Mother had us use the chair, instead of the bed. Mother pushed down even harder; throwing almost her full weight on my little sister's body. I was barely able to yelp, "Mother! What. . .?" when Marsha and Judy leaped to our mother's assistance, and added their weight to hers. My prick, which had only managed to get about three inches inside my little sister's body, vanished another inch inside her. It wasn't enough. The strain was incredible, and I thought my prick would snap off for a second, or I would really hurt Judy, by tearing a hole in her vagina. Well, for a second, I thought I did tear Judy inside. There was an incredible straining sensation, and I felt a hole open around the head of my prick, as I was SURE it was tearing my little sister's vagina wide-open, as my mother and sisters all added their weights to that of my little sister; to try forcing every last inch of my prick up inside the little girl. Well, it almost broke my prick; it almost tore a hole in Judy, but neither happened. My little sister's vagina slowly stretched under the pressure, until the muscles of her uterus could stand the strain no more. I felt an INCREDIBLY tight ring slip over the head of my prick, and come to rest about 1/3 of the way down my prick, as over two inches of my cock slid into my little sister's womb. Judy let out an involuntary yelp of pain, as it happened, but didn't even try to pull off. For that matter, she had done her best to help; pushing down as hard as she could with Mother's help. Mother had previously heard of this; had checked to see if it could really happen, and then had suggested it to Judy. (Judy being the only one of my sisters small enough for a barely six- inch prick to reach that far.) I never would have gone for it had I known, but it was too late now. My prick was buried all the way up in my little sister's womb; leaking pre-cum inside her, as my mother looked at the two of us, and sighed with satisfaction. "There," she said; waving our sisters away, now that their help was no longer needed. "Now you've got your big brother's cock inside your womb, so he can squirt his sperm inside it, and get you pregnant, just like your big sisters." Mother looked at me with a glare that silenced any objections I might have. I knew that if I "wasted" this opportunity, after risking so much, and hurting Judy to get there, Mother would never forgive me for denying my little sister the chance she had worked so hard to get. 17 The trouble was, my prick had wilted at the very thought that I was causing Judy pain. I did my best though. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of my sister's vagina sliding up and down on me. Only that wasn't much better. The rubber-band-tight ring rolling up and down the last-inch-but-one of my prick was actually painful. Erotic as heck, but painful. The feeling of the rest of my sister's vagina sliding up and down the bottom of my prick, almost made up for it, however. I opened my eyes again, and looked directly into the smooth little belly of my 7-year-old little sister. I could actually see a slight bulge marking the spot where the head of my prick was distending the little girl's womb. The thought of my prick being in the spot where our baby might grow was quite erotic. My prick bulged for a second; bringing a slight "Ow" from my little sister. Still, there was another side-effect. Flexing my prick, either tore Judy inside, or forced the muscles of her cervix to relax slightly. In either case, the painful ring around my prick eased slightly, and became just another incredibly sexy part of my sister's body working to get her big brother to ejaculate his seed in her womb. Even with over 1/3 of my prick buried in her womb, I STILL didn't have all of my cock inside my little sister's body. Still, what I did have inside the little girl, was being treated to a sexual-massage that was incredible. THIS time, it didn't take me very long. I started to cum. Only I couldn't. Judy was too tight! The pressure built and built; like the feeling you get when you stop pissing by squeezing the end of your prick. Like that, something had to give. Luckily, it was the pressure on my prick, as ripples of relaxation then clamping of my sister's vagina had started milking on my cock. The first ripple allowed the sperm to start up my prick; and from there on, there was no holding back. Squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm slid into my little sister's womb, in what felt like long greasy ropes of incestuous cum. A whole string of semen would ripple through my prick in one big spasm, like the rope of cream you would get if you accidentally stepped on an open tube of hair-cream. Rope after rope of goo squirted out the head of my prick and into the welcoming belly of my own little sister. By now, I had both arms wrapped around the little girl's waist, as my prick jerked again and again inside her. I could feel her little tummy swell, each time I jerked another big gob of cream inside her. I'm not sure if it was just my prick jerking, or if I actually felt the bulges of my sperm squirting in the little girl's womb. It felt like I sat there an hour, with my little sister in my lap, and my swollen prick pissing sperm in the child's womb. Realistically, it couldn't have been over two minutes, and I doubt if I managed to give Judy over four really good squirts of cum, but it FELT like it went on for hours. 18 Talk about what heaven feels like! I almost revised my idea of heaven to spending eternity spasming my little sister's womb full of cum, just like that. Well, two hours, or twenty seconds. . . two gallons, or four good squirts, it finally ended. My prick shrank just a little; and with a sigh of satisfaction, Judy slid down that last half- inch, until our pubic bones met. She had finally taken all of my prick inside her. For about five minutes, we both sat there, as my prick slowly wilted inside her. Every once in a while I would shudder, and clasp Judy tightly to me. Twice, as the pressure inside her became less, I felt another drop of cum ease through the tube on the bottom of my prick; up inside my sister's body, and ooze out the tip of my penis, into her already flooded womb. Even when my prick had fully shrunk down to a bare shadow of itself, Judy's tight little cervix kept the head of my prick trapped inside her womb, like an over-tight cork in a bottle. Neither one of us wanted to take it out. It was only when our sisters started showing signs of impatience, as we seemed to be just sitting there doing nothing, that Mother finally made us pull apart. Damn, it HURT, as my prick uncoupled from my little sister's womb. I could hear the sharp intake of breath, as Judy felt a similar pain inside her. Still, we couldn't have stayed locked together all night, could we? Thinking about it, I guess we could have. Maybe sometime we would. Well, that was it for that day. In fact, it wasn't until two days later, (Never mind Mother's injunction to "practice" with Marsha every day.) that I recovered enough to fuck any of my sisters again. And then only Marsha, as her slippery hot wet hole was the only one that wouldn't squeeze the still-sore head of my prick too hard. I must have given my big sister almost as much sperm that time, as I did the first. Waiting two days between fucks had built up quite a load in my balls. It's funny, I went YEARS without sex, and it didn't really hurt me. NOW, going two days without sex seems like torture, and the pressure in my balls is almost unbearable. Strange, isn't it? After that first time, I was afraid I'd hurt Judy, if we did it again, but the second time she just climbed on me and slid down until the head of my prick was butting against the back of her womb, and her cervix was milking my prick like a second vagina. From then on, That was Judy's "thing"; to do what none of her older sisters could do: Take my prick all the way up inside her womb, and have me fill it with squirt after squirt of incestuous sperm. A couple of times, I fucked her on the bed, but Judy seemed almost to have a fetish about fucking in the same chair, and the same way as the day she lost her virginity. (Well, OK, she didn't HAVE a virginity to "lose." Still, it was the first time she got fucked, and that amounts to the same thing, doesn't it? Well, it did to her, anyway.) 19 After about two weeks, things started settling almost into a daily pattern: I would come home from school, and Cathy would be waiting for me, since she gets out first of the older girls. We would go into the bedroom and fuck, while Mother watched, and I filled my little sister's tight little snatch full of the stuff that makes babies. When we finished, Mother would go in the kitchen, and start supper, while Cathy would lie on the bed for a while, to allow my sperm to soak into her womb. (Not that Cathy ever lost very much, when she DID get up. My little sister's vagina is so tight, and she has fairly good muscles too; so usually she only loses a drop or two all evening long, before she goes to bed.) After dinner, it's Judy's turn. We usually watch TV together, with my prick buried up inside her belly, sometimes for two or three hours. Only when it gets to be too much, do I finally give in, and squirt my sperm in my little sister's 7-year-old womb, where she so dearly likes to feel it. Usually, the other girls can tell when we're getting close, and they all watch to see my prick bulge, as I fill their little sister's belly with cum. Afterwards, we sometimes spend another twenty minutes to an hour or so, with my prick held captive in my little sister's vagina by her clasping young cervix. We're both very careful not to cheat though, and if she feels me getting hard inside her again, Judy makes sure she gets off, so her sisters won't be shorted. All four of my sisters know that they only have one prick between them, and are all very careful to share. It's only on weekends, that it's somewhat of a free-for-all, "first-cum, first-served." <giggle> When I go to bed at night, it's usually between Marsha and Ginny. Mother had gotten a bigger bed, for all three of us to sleep in. I very rarely use my room any more, except for show, and to keep my clothes and things in. Before I go to sleep, I usually fuck Ginny, while Marsha watches, but sometimes it's the other way around. Usually Mother stops by when I do "To make sure I'm taking good care of my sisters." but not always. Sometimes, Judy and Cathy watch too. Usually if one watches, they both do. In the morning, I fuck the sister that didn't get fucked the night before, (Usually Marsha) and send her off to school with a belly full of her brother's sperm wriggling up inside her womb, getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby. I get hard all day long in school, just thinking about it. No wonder I lose attention sometimes in class. 20 So, that's how things got started with me and my four sisters. Now, guess which one got pregnant first. Aw, that one was too easy. Of COURSE it was Marsha. Being 16, and in the peak of her fertility, it's a wonder it took as long as it did. A little over two months after that first "peeking", Marsha missed her period. Almost a year to the day later, she delivered Kathleen Ann Finster; 8 pounds, 14 ounces of bouncing beautiful baby girl. OK. As I said, that one was too easy. Now, guess who got pregnant second? Nope. Nope. Nope. Gotcha! Trick question. It wasn't ANY of my sisters. It was Mother. Yep, my Thirty-Three year old mother, got "caught" by her own son. . . me. What happened, is this: Once we started fucking all the time, Mother decided there was no reason for us to wear clothes around the house any more, unless we wanted to. So, starting at first on weekends, when we were too lazy to get dressed, and eventually spreading to the rest of the week, when we found we LIKED being naked in front of each other, it ended up with us all wearing no clothes at all, once we got home. What about when friends were over? Then too. To them, we were just a slightly fanatical nudist family. The sex, we kept to ourselves. Well, after about a month or so of this. (Probably about a month before Marsha first got pregnant, but it might have been about the same time.) I was watching television as usual, with my prick buried in Judy's belly, when we both noticed Mother watching us. We knew Mother liked to watch, so we decided to put on a little bit more of a show for her; with squirmings and thrustings, and comments from Judy about wanting her "Big Brother" to squirt his baby-juice in her womb, and get her pregnant with his baby. After a while, this got our sisters' attention, and they chimed in by encouraging me to, "Get my little 7-year-old sister pregnant, so she can finish the first-grade with a big tummy." All fantasies that Mother had given us herself. By this time, Mother was panting, and watching the two of us, like a cat looks at a canary. So, Judy and I got even nastier, if possible. More sexy comments about first-graders with big bellies, and little girls who carry their big brother's sperm inside them, and little sisters who want their egg fertilized by her own brother's sperm. When they realized what we were up to, all three of our sisters joined in. Each of them not only commenting on what Judy and I were doing, they also made obscene references to the sperm that Mother knew each one of THEM was carrying inside her. 21 Mother had started out just being hot. She had progressed to fingering herself, and was soon lying back with her eyes closed, as she worked madly with her big finger, in and out of her hairy crack. Ginny and Marsha grinned at each other. They knew what to do. Many nights, when I was too exhausted; having spent every drop of incestuous sperm I had, in their sweet little holes, the two of them had shown me they were quite as capable of giving each other sexual satisfaction, as they were of getting it from their big brother. They just preferred "the real thing." Preferences however, were not going to make them go to bed horny, while they each had willing sister to help them out. So, when Mother finally gave-in and let go in front of us; showing us that our mother had sexual desires too, Marsha and Ginny were quite willing to help. Before she knew exactly what was happening, Mother had her eldest daughter kneeling between her legs, and Ginny suckling on one of her tits, like some obscene caricature of an oversized baby-girl. After a startled moment, they were joined by Cathy, as she tried to help by sucking with equal vigor on Mother's other breast. By this time, Judy and I had stopped all pretense of fucking; while we watched Mother getting worked over royally, by our sexy sisters. Suddenly Mother's body lifted and fell, and a howl of satisfaction filled the room. Twice, three times she climaxed, and still her frantic squirming continued. Judy and I could tell that Marsha's mouth was getting tired by now. "You'd better get over there and help," observed Judy. I thought so too; especially after remembering Mother's annoyance at my "teasing" my big sister, and not giving her a big tummy, when she needed it. If anyone seemed to need a belly full of hot sticky cum, it was our mother right then. Still. . . "What about you," I asked. I hated to leave Judy hanging, after getting her all worked up. Besides, it WAS her "turn" right now. "Oh don't be silly," said Judy, getting off me with an obscene "slurp". The feeling of her cervix caressing the head of my prick as she did, was exquisite. "I fuck you all the time. Mother needs you right now." I guess she was right. Marsha had given up by now, and even Ginny and Cathy were starting to tire. Still Mother worked frantically trying to coax yet another orgasm from her overheated snatch. Wordlessly, Marsha moved out of my way, as I stepped up to where Mother was sprawled on the couch, and slipped my still- swollen prick up inside her. "OH! My. . . Michael! What do you THINK you are doing?!?!" Mother's squirming just drove my prick deeper into her. I snickered. If that wasn't a silly question, I don't know what is. 22 "Michael, you've got to stop!" said Mother. Her squirmings had turned more into the type of hip-rolling that Marsha uses when I fucked her, than an attempt to get away. "You can't fuck your own mother," said Mother, now making a lie out of her own words, by squirming back at me; taking my prick all the way up to where it was pressing against her cervix, with one obscene slide. "You've GOT to pull out," she said, in one last-ditch attempt at "normal" relations with her own son, "You might get me pregnant!" THAT got everyone in the room giggling. MOTHER, afraid I might get her pregnant? After all she had done to get me to impregnate my sisters, including my little 7-year-old sister Judy, whom she wanted me to put my cock into, all the way up in her womb, so the little girl would have that much better chance of getting pregnant? OUR mother? The one who insisted that I "practice" making a baby in my 16-year-old sister every night, while she's in the peak of her fertility? Don't make me laugh. So I giggled instead, and my sisters all giggled with me. After a while, Mother giggled too, and relaxed. Well, not exactly "relaxed", but she no longer tried to stop fucking me. In fact, she started fucking back. After a while, she regained her voice, and started mouthing back to me the same words and phrases my sisters and I had been using to get HER worked up, while she had watched me and Judy. "Fuck your mother," she said. "Slide that big old baby- maker up in your mother's belly, and give Momma what she wants: A big belly by her own son. C'mon boy, see if you can do it. Squirt your thick sticky cum in your mother's womb, and get her pregnant. How would you like that Mike? Just think, if you do a really good job tonight, you might be making another little sister to fuck, in your mother's womb." That did it. The smooth slippery wetness of my mother's hairy crack was too simulating; as were the obscene thoughts she was planting in my head, like I was planting my seed in my own mother's womb. Gush after gush I squirted in my mother, as all four of my sisters encouraged me to knock our mother up. When we finished, there was a big mess on the couch, but Mother wouldn't even let us clean it up. She said the stain would always remain there, to remind her of the first time she got pregnant by her own little boy. Mother is kinky sometimes. Well, after that, we never left Mother out of our sex-play. Even if I was fucking one of the girls, we always made a point of letting Mother feel my prick at least once, before or after I came, and tried to be sure she got at least ONE good squirt of sperm every day as well. At least once a week, the girls all made sure that Mother got screwed properly, besides. One of them would give up her "turn" and insist that I "Give THIS load to Mother." I never figured out the schedule they used. Sometimes it was the same girl two weeks in a row, but usually not. I never heard them discuss it, and there was always at least one of them who insisted that "her turn" was now our mother's. 23 It couldn't have been more than two months later, that Mother first missed her period. Three months after that, Cathy did. Within a year, I was the proud father of three healthy squirming, kicking young girls. Having Three pregnant bellies in the same house, at the same time was quite something. Ginny, Judy and I worked ourselves ragged helping the others when it got hard for them to get around. There's something extra sexy about going to sleep next to your big sister who's pregnant with your baby, and feel her tummy squirming in the middle of the night. I guess that's why I gave Ginny so much extra while this went on. Of course, if you think seeing my big sister Marsha with a big belly was sexy, you should have seen Mother! And if you thought THAT was something, then imagine what Cathy looked like. Barely 11 years old, and pregnant by her big brother. God she looked so cute. I mean, all the girls are cute anyway, but an eleven-year-old with a tummy out to "here" will get me every time. Ginny was three months pregnant, when Marsha came back from the hospital, and there hasn't been a day since, when one or the others of my sisters (or my mother) didn't show at least a LITTLE bulge in one of their tummies. Judy? No. As Much as Mother tried to get me to knock her up, Judy didn't get pregnant until she was almost eleven years old. It was about three days shy of her birthday, when Judy first "missed". Since then, she's had three kids by me: Two girls and a boy, Just like Mother. Right now, there are 14 kids (not counting me and my sisters) in the house. And yes, we've grown quite tired of "Cheaper by the dozen" jokes. They range in age from Kathleen at 6 years old, down to John at age 3-months. Well, there ARE three younger ones, if you count the ones "in the oven". <smirk> Once, some snot-nosed kid gave my little sister some shit about our family "breeding like rats in a grain-barrel", but after I gave him a broken nose, nobody bothered any of my sisters again. If you're wondering how we can afford so many kids, Mother has some special kind of endowment or "trust" from the university, that covers raising all of us. She's never been too clear about it, saying that it's just a big bunch of legalese; but mainly all mother has to do, is keep some kind of records, make a few tests, and they make sure she has enough money to cover out living expenses, and enough over for us to be comfortable. She's hinted that it has something do to with our father, so I figure it's probably some kind of insurance policy or something. Anyway, it seems her income has gone up, each time we had another mouth to feed, so we aren't hurting. Mother says she wants me to teach our daughter Jennifer "how to make a baby" on her birthday coming-up, as she wants the little six-year-old to "Have the chance of finishing the first- grade with a big belly." 24 Mother is an optimist. Still, it wouldn't be that hard for Jenny to take me up inside her, since she's not a virgin; having slept with her brothers since the day they came home from the hospital. Last week, I caught her trying out a cucumber that Mother had given her. It looked almost as big as me. Still, I'm wondering about this obsession of mother's, about having at least ONE of her daughters "finish the first-grade with a big belly." Mother says she's going to do it, and Mother usually gets what she wants. Lately, Mother's been going in for "golden showers". But for some reason she seems to be more interested in the girls pissing than me. I've got a sneaking suspicion why. While Mother seems to like playing with piss, she seems to like seeing our two daughters playing with piss even more. Especially, when they're playing in the pee of one of the older girls. You don't suppose. . .? Yesterday, Mother seemed awful insistent on each child sitting at her assigned space at the breakfast table, and especially Jennifer, Kathleen and our youngest, Suzy. Suzy didn't like the homemade tomato-juice that Mother made, but Mother insisted she drink it anyway, saying it was "good for her." It's not like our daughter to avoid fruit-juice. I've GOT to find that article I read. Well, it's a week later, but I figured out what mother's up to. I found the Science-Article I had been missing. Mother had it under her mattress, and I found it when I helped Ginger change the sheets yesterday. There was an article about the sex-hormones in urine. Particularly, in the urine of fertile females. It seems that pre-pubescent rats can become fertile, if exposed to the urine of their siblings who are ovulating. It seems their bodies don't want to allow their older sisters to "steal a march" on them, so they become fertile themselves, so they won't lose their chance in the "baby-wars" Now that I think of it, Mother has been daily almost WASHING both Judy and Jennifer in their older sister's piss, when they were midway between periods. And I'll bet I can guess why Suzy's tomato-juice tasted a little funny, too. Mother must have slipped, and made the "dose" a little stronger than usual. Still, knowing Mother, I'll bet she sterilized the stuff, before she let her darling little girls drink it. Not that piss is bad for you. It's almost as clean as any sterile bandage; having passed through the filter of the blood and kidneys first. It just doesn't taste good. As Suzy had found out. Now that I know, what do I do? I'm tempted to just let things go, and if or when our little girl starts ovulating, then do MY part of the job that Mother has been wanting me to do for the past 7 years. On the other hand. . . Six years old and pregnant? 25 I finally decided to talk this over with Jenny, herself. If SHE decides she wants this, then we'll just go along, and not let Mother know we even suspect. If not, then we'll have to do something. Especially about Suzy. Oh God! I'm getting hard just thinking about my little girl sliding up and down my prick, while I fill the child's womb with her own little sister who will grow up into yet another little girl for me to fuck when SHE gets old enough. No wonder Mother gets hot at the idea. I wonder how long Mother has been "treating" Jenny? Could the little girl be fertile right now? And how about Suzy? The thought of my four-year-old little girl, with eggs ripening in her tummy is driving me insane with horniness. Thank goodness for a stable of horny sisters to take the pressure off. If it wasn't for that. I'd probably be willing to fuck even Suzy right now; even it she is only four years old. The youngest girl in the world to have a baby, was five years old. THAT was a medical curiosity. To have a baby at six- going-on-seven, is not impossible, just unheard-of rare. Mother is going to push the odds. Well, it's too late to do much about Jenny, anyway. I've already promised to fuck her for her sixth birthday, and I'm not going to back down on a promise to my own daughter. If we find out she's fertile, we'll just have to take it in stride. I've still got to decide what to do about Suzy though. I wonder it that experiment with rats really works on humans too? It couldn't really, could it? Should I find out? Damn, I'm getting hard again, just thinking about it. I wonder where Judy is? Even though my little sister's had three kids already, I can still slip my prick up inside her womb. It seems that her body developed a tolerance for having my prick spurting sperm inside her womb, and her cervix has been open and receptive ever since. If I fuck HER, then we can pretend that I'm getting my daughter pregnant, by squirting my sperm in her womb. God, I need a fuck! If Suzy were here right now, I'd probably fuck the little kid, and cum in her too; even if she IS only four years old. Heck, I'd probably do it, even if I knew the little girl COULD get pregnant. Oh my God! What am I SAYING? Suzy's my daughter! Where are all the girls?!?! Oh God, I'm so horny! 26 Oh, Hi Jennifer. See what Daddy's got for you? How would you like to get your birthday present a couple of days early? If you promise not to tell Mother, you can have it right now. Uhuh. Really, just like your big sisters. You're sure? OK. Come on, right over here Honey. Now slide down, REAL easy. Don't hurt yourself. THAAATS it. Easy now. OOooohh! That feels good, Honey. Daddy's going to have a REAL BIG present to give you, in just a minute. Uhuh. Your very own. Easy Honey, don't hurry. . . Daddy's going to. . . Oh! Oooh! GOD, Honey, here it CUMS! Squeeze Daddy Honey. Squeeze me again! Get it all! Oh! Oh. Oooh, Shit! Aaah! Thanks Jenny. What's that? Well, I suppose you COULD be. Tell you what. . . If you want, we'll just keep on doing this, until you are. OK? Sure. I promise. Now remember. . . Don't tell Mother. In fact, don't tell anyone, except your little sister Suzy. Uhuh. No. In fact, it might be a good idea if you DID tell her. Well, OK, if she wants to. I wonder if that experiment with rats works on humans. Oh Rats! I just remembered there was something in that article about when the female rats first became fertile, there was some hormone-or-other that would get the male rats so excited, they would mate with their own relatives. Oh shit! Oh Hi Suzy. Did your big sister tell you? Sure, if you want to. No, I'm not mad at you. Daddy was just mumbling to himself about some rats in an experiment. Nothing to do with you, really. Easy Honey, Just spread your legs a little wider. OOOooh, that feels good! Daddy's going to give his little girl a real NICE present! Ooooh! Oh God! It feels so good, I can't help myself. Oh RATS! I'm doing it again! 27 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /