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Molesting
An Erotic Story
The morning it all started (at least as far as I was
concerned anyway) was when I woke up one Friday night, about a
half hour after going to bed, when the bed sagged as Daddy
climbed in bed with me and my little sister. To say I was
surprised, would be a huge understatement. I was too sleepy to
realize exactly what was going on, until it HAD been going on for
almost two minutes, or I probably would have screamed. As it
was, Daddy just pulled the covers back on my little sister's
side, climbed on top of her, slid his thick prick in my little
sister's slit, and was fucking the little girl with his body
almost covering hers like a blanket before I fully realized what
was going on. I almost screamed anyway.
Only Cindy didn't say a word; just wrapping her legs around
our naked father; humping back at him almost as hard as he was
thrusting into her. It was quite obvious that this was NOT the
first time for the little 7-year-old, as she not only wasn't
screaming in pain at losing her virginity, but seemed to be
enjoying the sex almost as much as Daddy was.
By then I was too shocked and amazed (and yes even somewhat
turned-on) by the sight of my naked father breeding my little
sister in our bed, as if it was something they did all the time,
would be an understatement. Yes, I'll admit it . . . I WAS
turned on. Seeing my own father completely naked, thrusting what
looked like an enormous prick in my little sister's bare little
cunny . . . well, I would have to be a eunuch to not be turned on
(and being a girl, that wasn't much of an option, now was it?).
Seeing Cindy's tight little slit gulping that enormous member,
while the little girl mewled and squirmed back at Daddy . . . .
It was obvious that Cindy liked it almost as much as Daddy
did . . . and Daddy seemed to like it a LOT.
That our father would even think of coming into our bedroom
and molesting one of his own daughters had never occurred to me.
Daddy had NEVER even touched me intimately; and had certainly
never given me any reason to believe he would sexually abuse
either of us. And if he HAD, I would certainly have expected him
to start with me, not my 7-year-old little sister. At least I'm
a woman now, with fairly nice breasts and a fair-sized bush of
hair on my cunny, as I went through puberty almost a year and a
half earlier. That Daddy would molest my little sister and not
me, was almost more shocking than the fact he was breeding the
little girl at all.
Molesting? Our father wasn't just "molesting" my little
sister, he was having sex with her . . . full-blown vaginal
intercourse; and as I looked closer, I could see Daddy wasn't
even wearing a condom! That Daddy would fuck my little sister
was bad enough (well, at least she didn't seem to be complaining;
fucking back at him almost as hard as he was fucking into her;
whimpering and pleading, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," like some toy
doll with a record that got stuck.
1
It was almost sickening the way Cindy was accepting this
abuse, and even begging for more) but from the look of things,
Daddy was not only going to fuck my little sister, he was going
to cum inside her too; spewing his rich seed in the child's
unprotected womb, as if it was normal for a 35-year old man to
try and father a child on his own 7 year old little girl. It was
only the realization that Cindy WAS only 7, that kept me from
screaming at the two of them about the chance they were taking,
and trying to pull them apart. Thank God little girls like Cindy
can't get pregnant like I can. THAT thought made me cum in an
unexpected climax at the thought of Daddy fucking ME, and
squirting incestuous sperm into MY yearning womb, like it looked
he was about to squirt his thick white cum in my little sister's
tight little tummy. He was.
"Oh Honey," he groaned, "Daddy's gong to . . . ooh, I can't
help it."
Instead of sliding in and out, Daddy had lifted himself up
so we could all see my little sister's body again, from her
barely budding titties, down her flat little tummy, to where our
father's thick prick was bulging in the child's overstretched
cunny. My father's prick had vanished completely in the child,
and her bare cunny lips were pushed right up against the thick
black fur at the base of Daddy's prick. The thought of how far
the adult's prick was buried in the little girl's body, while he
spasmed her belly full of incestuous seed, made me climax again!
Surprisingly, Cindy didn't seem to be any more bothered by
the fact that her own father was filling her womb with incestuous
seed, than she had to the idea of having him fuck her with his
bare prick in the first place. "Oh Daddy," she moaned; arching
her body off the bed, as she tried forcing herself even further
onto our father's penis, "do it, do it, do it. Please Daddy?"
The child's babbling pleas gradually faded to incoherent mumbles,
as she tried forcing herself into and onto her father.
It was shortly obvious that Daddy WAS "doing it" as he held
his body tight up against my little sister's crotch, and groaned
with release, sending gob after thick white gob of incestuous
sperm squirting into my little sister's body. While I couldn't
see it, I knew full well what was happening; both from sex-
education classes, and when Mom and Daddy explained to both me
and Cindy how girls get babies in their tummies if they don't
take precautions . . . like Daddy wasn't taking precautions with
my little sister right now . . . .
I was almost steamed in anger at the thought of Daddy taking
chances like that with my little sister, after all the warnings
he and Mom gave us two girls, not six months earlier. It was
only when Daddy was slowing down; groaning as the last sensations
of releasing his sperm inside my baby sister's tight little slit
went through his body, that I realized my heat was far less anger
at Daddy for "abusing" my little sister like that, than . . .
than jealousy at the fact that it wasn't ME feeling my father
ejaculating his cum inside me, filling MY hungry little womb with
thick white squirts of my own father's potent seed; breeding me
like a purebred bitch in heat that's intended to have its own
father's pups.
2
Even though it would be far more dangerous to Have Daddy
fuck me "bareback" like he was doing to my little sister, I STILL
envied the little girl for doing it first. For all the obscenity
of a full grown man fucking a 7 year old little girl like that,
the love that was obviously shared between the two of them made
me feel left out. Somehow I knew that if Daddy asked, I would
let him stick his big baby-maker up inside ME, just like he had
my little sister, and pump my womb as full of his thick white
sperm as he did the little girl's. Yes, even if Daddy didn't
want to wear a condom, and knowing I was probably as fertile as I
could get; having had my period a little over a week ago.
Thankfully Daddy never offered, as I probably would have been
knocked-up higher than a kite, with my own father's baby growing
in my tummy that very night.
Afterwards, Daddy just kind of collapsed on top of Cindy for
a minute before pulling out. His prick was still half-hard and
shiny-white; but only a sticky string connecting him to Cindy for
a second gave evidence to the fact that our father had just
ejaculated his sperm in his own daughter.
Surprisingly, neither did Cindy. The little girl's slit
showed as an open hole for a second or two before closing up and
being the normal crack in the peach-shaped bulge of her immature
sex. Not even a drop of white showed the little girl had enough
of our father's sperm inside her tummy to keep her pregnant with
Daddy's babies for the next 20 years. Cindy must have milked
every drop of Daddy's sperm inside her; and must have been
incredibly tight inside, to keep his cum from leaking out like
that. Once again I shivered at the obscene thought of Daddy's
sperm wriggling up inside the little girl's tummy, in search of
her ripening eggs to fertilize. Maybe Cindy wasn't old enough to
get pregnant yet, but still . . . .
Neither one of the two incestuous lovers seemed to be the
least bit embarrassed at having made love right in front of, and
in the same bed as the little girl's big sister. "Thanks Cindy,"
said Daddy; kissing my little sister on the lips, and then more
forcefully as she opened her mouth to his, and the two exchanged
tongues and spit for almost 30 seconds. Finally Daddy pulled
away, giving her a last peck on the forehead, before leaning over
her to give ME a kiss. I was so surprised that I unconsciously
kissed him back with more "smooch" action than I usually gave my
boyfriend; but not being ready yet to repeat the soul-kiss that
my little sister gave him.
"Thanks, Laura," he said; seemingly with as much sincerity
as he had for my little sister.
Cindy's happy, contented, "Thanks Daddy," as she snuggled
down in the blankets, was barely heard over my stuttered,
"Uh . . . Thanks," as I wondered just what Daddy was thanking ME
for? Not screaming, or objecting to him fucking the lights out
of my little sister right in front of me? The kiss? Not telling
Mom? I couldn't even hazard a guess.
Daddy was humming slightly to himself, as he headed out the
door; still unconcernedly naked. "Night Girls," he said quietly,
before closing the door with a <click>.
"Night Daddy."
3
As I snuggled down myself, next to my already sleeping
little sister, I still felt a tiny burn of anger inside me.
Whether it was from being mad at Daddy for fucking my little
sister without even taking the precaution of using a rubber, or
for him not ejaculating his sperm in MY unprotected womb, I
couldn't really be sure. Somehow it seemed nastier for Daddy to
breed my 7-year-old little sister; filling her tummy with his
seed, even though there isn't a chance of her getting pregnant at
only 7, than if he had the same unprotected intercourse with me,
and actually DID plant his baby in MY tummy. All night long I
dreamed of sex and having Daddy's kids, giving birth to child
after child, as Daddy fathered 6 or 7 brothers and sisters on me.
Twice I woke up sweating, and had to finger myself off, before
the erotic thoughts of having my tummy swollen with two or three
sisters like Cindy eased up enough to allow me to sleep. Cindy
slept contentedly through the whole thing; seemingly knocked out
by the pleasures she had felt. I know for a fact that she never
got up until almost 7:00 in the morning; letting Daddy's sperm
soak into her body all night long, without a care. Well, at her
age, I guess she didn't have the worries I would have, if it had
been me Daddy had cum in. I tried to nurse a little anger at
her, but it's hard to be mad at someone like Cindy. Especially
when she lies there looking SO cute, even if you know the horny
little slut has probably two or three tablespoons of your
father's sperm in her tummy, wriggling its way up inside the
child in search of a ripening egg to fertilize. No, by morning
almost all of the residual annoyance I had was with Daddy. No,
not for fucking Cindy . . . not even for fucking my little sister
and filling her tummy with incestuous cum before he did mine. By
then my natural intelligence of what would happen if he did that
to ME, instead of Cindy had taken hold, and I was actually a
little grateful that Daddy had never even indicated to me that he
would be interested in having sex with either of us, as I
probably would have fucked him right then, condom or no condom;
probably carrying my own little brother or sister in my belly
before I was 12 (I had my first period when I was a little over
11 years old).
No, what bothered me was Daddy's seeming unconcern with
fucking my little sister, having full vaginal intercourse with
the little girl, and not having the decency to even use a rubber
to prevent her from getting pregnant. (I know, the chance of a
7-year-old getting pregnant with her own father's baby, is almost
vanishingly small . . . and the thought that Cindy might not WANT
Daddy to use a rubber, never even crossed my mind.)
The next morning I got up and made the bed. Surprisingly
there was only a tiny damp-spot on Cindy's side, probably where
Daddy's prick had leaked when he pulled out the previous night.
Almost all of the cum Daddy had ejaculated in the little girl
must have soaked into her during the night, as I never saw her do
more than just wipe herself after peeing. No panty-liner, no
tampon, not even a plug of tissue to keep Daddy's sperm from
leaking out.
4
I was still disgruntled at Daddy when I sat down to eat.
Even my mother noticed.
However, Mom didn't say anything 'til breakfast was over,
and we were all sitting there mopping up the last of the egg, and
trying to put off getting started on the dishes. Even with all
my annoyance at Daddy, I still probably wouldn't have said a word
about him and Cindy, if Mom hadn't asked me outright.
"What's the matter, Laura?" she asked with a smile, "You
look as if someone had stolen your teddy-bear." (This was a
standing joke in the house, of which I haven't time to go into
right now.) If anything, the slight dig by reminding me of what
happened 5 years earlier made me even more irritable.
"Daddy fucked Cindy last night," I blurted, before I stopped
to think what I was saying. I had NOT figured on getting either
my father or little sister in trouble.
"Oh?" Mom seemed only marginally interested that her
husband and youngest daughter were having sexual intercourse.
"Did your father cum inside her?" she asked.
"Uhuh, and he didn't even use a condom!" There . . . I had
finally said what was bothering me. Now it was up to Mom to
chastise either Daddy or Cindy for having unprotected sex. I had
at least done MY part.
"Whew, that's a relief," sighed Mom; showing the relief she
said she was feeling, "at least he didn't cum all over her, like
last time, and make a mess of the bedding. Cindy's so tight
inside that she usually doesn't spill a drop when Dan cums in
her. Thanks Laura for telling me. At least now I don't have to
worry about doing the sheets all over again after I just changed
your bedding yesterday."
I gazed at my mother, jaw gaping. Mom didn't seem to be
bothered in the slightest by her husband and daughter having full
unprotected vaginal intercourse . . . in fact, she seemed to be
pleased that Daddy had not only fucked my little sister, but had
cum in her, filling the child's tummy with thick gobs of her own
father's seed. All MOM seemed to be worried about was Daddy
getting a little cum on the sheets. His not using a condom to
protect his daughter when he was fucking her, didn't seem to
bother Mom at all. You'd almost think she WANTED Daddy to get my
little sister pregnant with her own little brother or sister. I
was stonkered, flabbergasted, amazed, and surprised.
"Uh Mom?" Seeing her unconcern about Daddy fucking ONE
daughter, I just HAD to ask the question that had been bothering
me since Daddy first slid his "thing" inside my little sister
instead of me, the night before.
"Nnn?" she prompted; sipping her coffee.
"Since Daddy's fucking Cindy, and even cumming inside her
and everything, and you don't seem to mind, how come he never
fucked ME?"
Mom giggles; almost spilling the remains of her coffee.
"That's easy," she replied with a grin, "you never asked."
"Oh," I said in a small voice.
5
That afternoon I returned from school to find my big brother
fucking Cindy on the couch! Cindy had her legs spread; almost
doing the splits, while Mike was sliding his boner as far up in
the little girl's squeezing young slit as it would go. Neither
party had bothered to get undressed, as Mike had his pants down
around his knees, while my little sister had just removed the
panties from underneath her short little skirt, to allow our big
brother access. Cindy giggled and squealed with delight, while
Mike panted and groaned before he gave one last emphatic shove,
and filled the little girl's tummy just as full of thick white
goo, as Daddy had the night before.
"Thanks, Twerp," he said; after pulling out and buttoning up
his pants. This time Cindy DID seem to be leaking a little, as a
bubble of white showed in the tiny crack that was closing after
the abuse it had received from her big brother's cock.
"Don't call me, 'Twerp,' replied Cindy. "I'm a WOMAN now,
and don't you forget it, or I'll cut you off."
"You're still a twerp, Twerp," replied Mike, with a grin.
"A cute twerp, granted; and certainly a horny twerp . . . but
still a twerp. Besides, you wouldn't 'cut me off' as that would
cut YOU off, now wouldn't it. Wanna see which of us can do
without sex from the other the longest, Twerp?"
Cindy thought about it. For a while (remembering the
tremendous fucking the little girl had from our father the night
before) I thought she was mad enough to actually make good on her
threat . . . then:
"No," she replied meekly, "You can call me a twerp if you
want to, I guess."
The sad look on the little girl's face must have melted my
big brother's heart. "Come here, Cindy," he said; holding his
arms open to the little girl who fled into them sobbing. "I
won't call you a twerp any more, OK?"
"Promise," she sniffled hopefully.
"Promise . . . only you've got to do something for me too."
"What's that?"
"If I'm going to treat you like a woman, then you've got to
act like one . . . and you can start by giving me a blow-job like
you saw Mary-Anne do the other day."
"You mean I've got to take your 'thing' in my mouth, and
suck it, and swallow your . . . your . . ."
"My cum," supplied Mike.
". . . swallow your cum, like she did?" The prospect of
eating her big brother's semen didn't seem to be all that
pleasant to my baby sister. (I, on the other hand, had been
sucking cock with gusto, ever since my boyfriend first put the
make on me, and I didn't want to get knocked-up, or ask my
parents for the pill, as then they would KNOW I was sexually
active. And condoms were almost impossible for teenagers to
get . . . at least for 13 and 15 year old kids like me and Joey.
In spite of all the laws making it legal for ANYBODY to buy
prophylactics, it's almost impossible in a small town like ours.
6
No, Marcia wouldn't refuse to sell them to either of
us . . . not even to my little sister Cindy, or even somebody
younger. Only you can bet your life that not two minutes after
we left, the old biddy would be on the phone to either my folks
or his, telling almost everybody in town that we had bought
condoms, and were probably planning on using them together. The
whole school would probably have known that I was fucking Joey
before I lost my virginity; and I would have been permanently
labeled a slut . . . whether we ever used the condoms or
not . . . If my parents or his didn't kill the kid first, or make
us stop seeing each other until we were 21, and moved out on our
own. No, a kid buying condoms in THIS town, was out of the
question . . . and it was 40 miles to Minneapolis. The few boys
whose parents GAVE them prophylactics were VERY chintzy about
sharing them; feeling (somewhat rightly) that it gave them an
"edge" with those girls who WOULD put out if it was fairly safe.
I remember the Senior at school who made Talitha fuck him first;
taking her virginity as payment for a full box of rubbers. She
and Danny broke up barely two weeks later, and I understand he
had only used two packages out of that whole box. It seems
neither one of them liked the other nearly as much after she
fucked the older boy first, and he let her. No, I wasn't about
to lose MY BF like that. While I like Joey a lot, I'm still not
sure if I want to marry him, so I'm saving my virginity for the
right man . . . not necessarily my future husband, but somebody I
feel comfortable giving my virginity to. Still, as mentioned, I
DO like Joey . . . so I had been getting him off with my hands
and mouth at least once, and quite often more than once on each
date. It just isn't FAIR to a horny guy to show him your charms
like I do, and not give him a little relief. And, of course, if
Joey hadn't been willing to return the favor almost every time
too, I would have dropped him like a hot rock. There ARE plenty
of horny boys out there who DO like to eat pussy. By now I had
developed quite a taste for my BF's cum; liking to savor it for
as long as I could before swallowing. Still, I could sympathize
with my little sister's reluctance, as I remembered well the
first time Terry (my FIRST BF) had ejaculated his snot-like cum
in my unsuspecting mouth, and expected me to swallow it like it
was candy. (HE was gone two days later, and I found first Danny,
and then Joey.) Once the boys didn't MAKE me do it, and I
started doing it because I WANTED to, it began to taste good, and
after a while I almost started to crave it.
"Well . . . you don't have to SWALLOW my cum . . . if you
really don't want to," Mike replied cautiously, "but I'd sure
like it better if you did."
"I'll do it," she decided. "And I'll drink your cum
too . . . if you'll do something for me."
"What's that?"
"I want you to lick MY cunny, just like you did Mary-
Anne's."
Mike grinned. I could see the idea of eating his little
sister was almost as attractive to the older boy as fucking the
little kid had been. I know Joey like to lick MY cunny, almost
as much as he likes feeling me sucking the thick white goo out of
his swollen prick.
7
It looked like our big brother was similarly minded.
"Deal," he said; holding out his hand to Cindy.
"Deal," replied Cindy, and started reaching for her big
brother's belt buckle.
"Not NOW, Little Sister," chuckled Mike; drawing her up and
giving her a big kiss. "Later, when I'm horny, and you are
too . . . OK?"
"But I'm horny NOW," complained the little 7-year-old,
almost pouting.
Mike gave her cute little butt a swat, and left saying,
"Later, Twerp."
"You promised!"
"Oh . . . sorry. Later Cindy."
I ducked back in my room as Mike went by. I didn't want
either of my two siblings to know I had been spying on them . . .
not that either seemed to be the least bit circumspect in their
screwing. I mean . . . right in the middle of the house, on the
couch, where nobody could miss it when they came in? It was
almost as if the two incestuous lovers were TRYING to get
caught . . . or weren't worried in the slightest if either of our
parents saw them. From the way Daddy had fucked my little sister
the night before, and Mom's calm acceptance of it this morning,
it seems like everybody ELSE in the house was having sex
together, except me. Damn . . . it was unfair! Here I play the
"good girl" for all these years, and my brother and sister get to
have all the sex they want, just by asking.
I thought about THAT for a few minutes, then added it to
what my mother had told me earlier . . . just by asking, huh?
By bedtime, I had made up my mind.
So, when Daddy came into our room that night, pulled the
covers back, and climbed on top of Cindy, I waited until they
both gave sighs of satisfaction when Daddy's thick prick slid
into my little sister's cunny.
"Daddy?" I asked; looking closely at the obscene join where
my father's thick prick vanished into the squeezing hole of my
little sister, "how come you never fuck ME, like you do Cindy?"
Daddy paused a minute; half pulling out of Cindy's slit.
"Huh?" he said in surprise. "Because you never asked, I guess,"
he finally replied, before sliding back inside my little sister's
gulping young hole.
"I'm asking now," I responded. "Please, Daddy?"
I could tell that Daddy almost let my little sister have it
right then.
"Ooooohh," he groaned. "Sorry Laura, but I promised Cindy
I'd fuck her tonight. I've been saving this load of baby-juice
up all day long, for your little sister's tummy."
"Please Daddy," I repeated.
Daddy looked from me to the little girl he had his prick
buried inside. While wanting to ejaculate his sperm in my little
sister's belly, Dad also hated the idea of making me feel
miserable by making me watch while he fucked Cindy while I didn't
get any myself.
8
(I'm not sure, but I think the whole idea of Daddy fucking
my little sister in our bed, instead of our parents' bedroom
where they had previously done it, was just to GET me in this
state where I WOULD be begging my father to fuck me just like he
was fucking her.)
"Oh let her have it," complained Cindy. "You'll never be
able to fuck ME properly, if she's sitting there moaning and
groaning."
"You mean that?" asked Daddy?
Cindy nodded, and the next thing I knew, Daddy's prick was
leaving my little sister's hole with a slight "slurp" and then
Daddy was spreading MY legs, while approaching MY horny little
slit with a prick that looked fully capable of knocking up half
the girls in the county.
I gulped in silent anxiety, as my father put his penis up
against my hole, and then SLID it into me with one solid shove.
The loss of my virginity was barely noticed in the sensation of
being stuffed with my own father's cum-dribbling prick. After
the build-up of watching my father and little sister, not to
mention the erotic dance she and Mike had done, I was almost
cumming the moment he slid inside me. Thank Goodness losing my
virginity didn't hurt, or I might have missed cumming the first
time my father fucked me. As it was, the previous experience I
had with my boyfriend's tongue and fingers just made me cum all
that much faster, when the real thing finally stretched my baby-
hole.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I groaned; working against Daddy, just like my
little sister had. My pelvis was making involuntary copulating
motions, that I hadn't even realized WERE that sort of thing,
before my father and I were copulating "for real". "Oh Please
Daddy," I moaned; involuntarily imitating my little sister from
the night before. "Please, Daddy. Please, please?"
I finally eased down from my first climax with a real man's
prick in my belly. Daddy's prick was still satisfyingly thick in
my tummy, so I started clasping and squeezing with my vagina;
trying to get him off inside me. The dangers of fucking without
a condom seemed impossibly far away. I WANTED my father's cum in
my tummy, and the thought of how I would feel afterwards if he
got me pregnant just never crossed my mind.
Thank God ONE of us had some presence of mind.
"Daddy!" warned Cindy; looking at the juncture of our
thighs, where her father's thick penis was about to squirt thick
white cum in her big sister's belly. "You'd better . . .," she
said; then added, "You PROMISED," as Daddy turned pained eyes on
her. I guess even the thought of pulling out of the tight little
sleeve (mind) milking so satisfyingly on his swollen peter, was
painful to my father.
Still, Daddy always was one to keep his promises . . . and
he HAD promised Cindy that THIS load of cum was going into HER
belly, not mine. Since I had just gotten off, he wouldn't be
cheating me, either. Besides, as Cindy had just pointed out, if
he uploaded that mass of cum he'd been saving in my belly, then
I'd probably be nursing my own little sister in less than a year.
9
"Ooooghh!" he groaned. It felt like a log was being
extracted from inside my belly as Daddy pulled out.
I guess the feel of my cunny still milking his prick when he
did, was too much for Daddy. Barely had the tip left my body,
than a thick white squirt of something shot up my tummy; wetting
me from my shoulder to my clit, and even dripping out of my
cunny. As I said, Daddy's prick had barely cleared the entrance
to my vagina, before letting go that one tremendous squirt! I
guess Daddy really HAD been saving his sperm up all day for
Cindy, like he said he had.
Daddy gave another groan; there was a mad scramble; and then
he was already spewing his second big squirt when the head of his
prick vanished into my little sister's body, while Daddy grunted,
and did his best to fill the child's womb with his seed.
Cindy seemed to be happy just getting Daddy's sperm, as she
just lay there, letting Daddy inseminate her, while she held him
in her arms. "It's OK, Daddy," she soothed. "You can cum inside
me all you want . . . I don't mind. You can fuck Laura too; as
long as you don't cum in her . . . OK. Daddy? It's a good thing
you got that thing out of her when you did, or that stuff would
have gone right up inside her."
I looked down at my bare tummy, and the thick white streak
marking me from shoulder to crotch. If any of that thick white
stuff had gotten into me . . . I shuddered at the thought.
Still, even at the thought of my close call, It was all I could
do to NOT reach down between my legs, grab a big gob of slippery
goo, and push it inside me, where a man's sperm is intended to
go.
Once again, once he was finished cumming in Cindy, Daddy
covered us up, kissed us, thanked us, then said, "Goodnight," as
he walked out the door.
For ten minutes I lay there, fully intending to get up and
wipe Daddy's cum off my body, and especially from between my
legs. The next thing I knew it was morning, and Cindy was poking
me, telling me it was time for breakfast.
During the night, Daddy's cum on my body had dried to a
patchy streak, and I could see a similar streak on Cindy, though
not so big (Daddy HAD managed to get most of it inside her).
It was only when I was walking down to the shower to rinse
the cum off, that the slippery feel between my legs reminded me
that my father's cum had been squirted right up against my cunny,
and had probably leaked inside during the night. Oh shit!
Luckily, the chances of getting pregnant that way are very slim;
and I didn't catch. Still, for almost two minutes I felt as
though somebody had poured a bucket of ice-water on me, as I
realized the chance I had been taking. I mean it was dangerous
enough to let Daddy slide his bare penis in my unprotected vagina
like that; but to lie there all night with his sperm trapped
between my cunny-lips? <Shudder.>
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Later that day it seems Mike had learned about Daddy fucking
me, and proceeded to show me that older men had no monopoly on
making girls like me feel good. My big brother also had no
qualms about fucking fertile young teens right in the cunny, and
filling their unprotected wombs with thick white squirts of his
baby-making sperm, like my father did. It was only when I was
lying there, gasping for breath at the wonderful sensation of
having a man's thick penis belching thick white cum in my
unprotected womb, that I realized the danger of what we had
done . . . and by then it was too late; Mike's seed was already
in my belly; and his lusty tadpoles were already squirming up in
my womb, looking for an egg to fertilize, just like they had done
yesterday in my little sister's belly. Only I was fully old
enough to know better, AND to get pregnant, unlike my horny
little sister. Since the "damage" was already done, I just
rested there with Mike's cum matting my pubic hair, and making a
mess between my legs. Mom never even said a word, when she
passed by me on the way to the kitchen; though the white goo
making a mess of my cunny must have been obvious to her; let
alone the smell of cum permeating the air, letting anybody who
entered the room know I had been fucked by somebody who didn't
believe in condoms or pulling out and wasting his sperm. I tried
to work up enough heat to hate my big brother for taking
advantage of me like that . . . but all I could do is dream of
feeling him ejaculating inside me again. I figured my days as a
girl were over; as I'd soon be carrying either my father or
brother's baby inside me before two months were out.
Thankfully, my big brother is a horny bastard too; as I saw
him fucking Cindy twice that afternoon. Just like with me, Mike
doesn't seem to mind having full unprotected vaginal intercourse
with pre-teens, any more than he does with girls like me. (Pre-
teen? Christ, Cindy is only 7 years old!)
Knowing that, it didn't make me feel guilty about "cheating"
Cindy, when I wrapped both legs around Daddy when he was about to
cum, and didn't let go until every drop of his precious seed was
inside me where it belonged. The funny thing was Cindy's
reaction . . . instead of being mad at me for "stealing" Daddy's
cum like that, the little girl just kissed Daddy while he was
still resting with his prick inside me, said, "Thanks, Daddy," as
if she meant it, and snuggled down to sleep; ignoring her
incestuously coupled father and sister, as if it was the most
normal thing in the world for a man to impregnate his own barely
teenaged little girl (me).
This time Daddy got out of MY side of the bed, kissed both
of us, and left ME with a generous helping of my father's sperm
wriggling its way up inside my uterus and soaking into my womb
where it belonged.
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When did I get pregnant?
Well . . . that's the funny thing . . . I didn't. For the
next three or four days I fucked both Daddy and Mike bareback,
before Mom took me down to the doctor, who gave me a circular
plastic thing with 28 tiny tablets in it. When I told him how
long ago my period had been, he removed the first seven tablets,
and told me to take the rest until I ran out . . . when he would
give me some more, since I (like so many girls in the town) was
afraid of what would happen if I picked them up at the local drug
store. (It's funny . . . there must have been over 200 girls in
school on the pill, and I don't think more than five or ten at
the most got their prescriptions from the local pharmacy. What a
town for gossips.)
He then handed me a box with a gross of condoms in them;
warning me that it would probably be several days before I was
"safe" enough to fuck without a rubber. I didn't use any; I
didn't stop fucking either Daddy or Mike, but (luckily) I didn't
get pregnant either. Somehow, after the month's supply of pills
were used up, both Mom and I forgot to have the prescription
renewed. (Well, actually I didn't forget . . . I just forgot to
tell Mom. And Mom? I think she was waiting for me to ask.) But
as I said before, in spite of fucking both my father and brother
bareback for years, with thick family prick belching gobs of
sticky white baby at our unprotected wombs almost every day,
neither one of us got pregnant. And after that one time of
taking me to the doctor, Mom never once said anything about
either of her two nubile young daughters having full unprotected
sex with her son and husband.
In fact, it was at least three years later, with both me and
my little sister having more full-blown vaginal intercourse with
both parent and brother than most newlyweds have; each day
getting our fertile young tummies filled with incestuous seed at
least once, and usually several times that . . . .
Oh sorry, but that's another story.
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(Sorry folks, but this one was INTENDED to be much
longer . . . about twice as long, in fact. But when I came back
to it after several months, I had forgotten what happened next!
All too often my stories are like that . . . more as if I was an
observer watching a TV show, and if I miss out on an episode,
then I never do know what happened. It's almost enough to make
me think [SF wise] that when I tell a sex-story, it's not one
made up by me, but one I actually observe in some alternate
timeline or something. Wouldn't that be a kick, if it was true?)
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