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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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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?
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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!
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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!
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