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 Lazy Susan

   By

   Boy Trainer

   (b/g first, rom, impreg, family, implied inc)

   The lazy-Susan was starting to give me motion sickness.  It was the
closest to me of the three set along our long breakfast table, what with
twelve kids spinning them first one way, and then the other grabbing the
condiments they wanted it's a wonder they didn't spin right off the table
like a helicopter taking off.  It was enough to make my stomach wretch. 
Then again it could just be the fact that I was three months pregnant... 
again.

   Here I am only twenty-six and I've been pregnant almost as much time in
my life as I haven't.  I'm not complaining mind you.  I love being pregnant
and I love all my kids.  Each and every one of them is special in their own
way and each and every conception was quite unique and thrilling in their
own way as well.  It's just that I really hate those damn things in the
middle of the table.

   Sure we could afford to hire help with serving the meals and whatever
else, but I really love our relaxed lifestyle.  We do have a woman who
comes in twice a week to give the house a good cleaning, but for the most
part we manage quite nicely on our own.

   I first got pregnant at twelve and haven't stopped since.  I guess being
from the south has its own advantages.  While most parents would freak out
hearing the news that their twelve-year-old daughter is pregnant, mine
hardly raised an eyebrow.  I suppose it helped a lot that the father wasn't
my own brother, cousin, uncle or even my own dad, which is common in these
parts, but rather the father was the son of the wealthiest man in the
county, Jacob A Arthur the owner of the largest cotton exporting company in
the US.

   Not that my brothers, cousins, uncle, dad or even my grandpa didn't have
the opportunity mind you.  Living with so many people in a small house can
get a little (what's the word?) tense?  Plus my family was not above a
little fooling around.  It's just that as the youngest I guess they never
got around to me other than a little midnight touching, mostly on my part I
freely admit.  I just love the feeling of a dick hardening in my hand. 
Sometimes I count in my head how long it takes for a dick to go from soft
to rock hard and it always amazes me how quickly it happens.

   Robert and I were eleven when we first started exploring each other's
bodies behind his father's stables, which again is pretty good for these
parts.  Most girls around here lose their virginity by at least ten and
some lose it even sooner.  By the age of thirteen most girls have had at
least one baby already.

   Bob's father is an equestrian and has a nice collection of horses.  He
owns some of the most expensive horses and even houses some race horses for
other people as well.  That's why it was so easy for me and Bob to find
places to mess around because the stables were so isolated and readily
available.

   It started off with "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." This of
course progressed to me sucking his tiny dick which over the years has
grown quicker than I noticed.  He was a month older than me and when he
turned twelve he talked me into giving him my virginity for his birthday.
We didn't call it that of course.  He asked if he could fuck me and I said
"Yes" with no hesitation at all.

   Oh he was so adorable at that age.  He had long curly blond hair and a
very pretty, almost feminine face for a boy.  His puppy dog blue eyes were
such that I just couldn't resist even though I knew it was going to hurt.
All my sisters had told me so, but they've all said that if I wasn't going
to let him fuck me, they would.  In fact they helped me get ready for the
big day by dressing me really sexy and helped me put some makeup on for
this very special occasion.  I felt like a bride, I really did.  They of
course kept my secret except for telling my oldest brother Roger who
escorted me to the Arthur horse ranch where Bob patiently waited for me.

   Roger being nineteen was a big foreboding guy and it was well known that
he loved getting in scrapes.  One time when he was walking with his
girlfriend a car full of good-old-boys kept circling the block making
catcalls at his girlfriend until finally Roger had enough and when the car
came around one last time Roger ran at the car coming towards them, jumped
in the air over the hood of the car and kicked his way through the front
windshield knocked the driver out cold.  The rest of the hicks in the car
ran away in terror.

   When Bob came up to greet me, Roger grabbed him by the scruff of his
neck and held him up so he was face to face.  I swear Bob's feet were
dangling at least two feet in the air.  "I'm gon'na tell you this once boy.
My sister ain't no punching bag.  You can fuck her all you want, but if you
ever do her wrong they'll be finding your head two counties away from your
body.  Do you understand boy?"

   "Y...yes sir." He stammered after swallowing his heart.

   Roger then slowly lowered him back to the ground always looking him deep
in the eyes just to make sure Bob knew he wasn't kidding.  "By the way." He
added before letting go.  "Happy birthday."

   "Thanks."

   As Roger walked away I whispered to Bob.  "Don't you worry about Roger.
He thinks you're cute and when he thinks a boy is cute he protects them
just like he would any girl."

   "That's good to know." He sighed in relief.

   We had to do some stepping around some horse shit, but we finally made
it to the stables and once inside he took me up the ladder to the loft
where he had a horse blanket laid out on some hay.  He then unzipped his
jeans and took his dick out.

   "Woe...  wait a moment there." I said.  "If you're going to get this
cherry; we're doing it right."

   Then I stepped forward and started unbuttoning his shirt very slowly. 
One by one I unbuttoned his shirt from the neck to the bottom and slid it
off his shoulders letting it fall on the hay.  Then I licked my way down
his flat smooth chest till I was on my knees and worked at his belt buckle.
I had a little trouble figuring out how it worked, but he reached down,
slid the two ends together, and held the clasping pin in place so the cloth
belt could slide free.  I had never seen a buckle like that before and it
fascinated me.

   I helped him out of his boots and then reached up and unbuttoned his
jeans letting them fall.  He rose on leg, then the other and I tossed his
jeans to the side.  They slid off the edge of the loft, but oh well.

   This left him standing before me in only his white FOL's and I took a
mental note on just how white they were too.  They fit his form perfectly
and his dick head stuck up just past the elastic band.  It looked so
beautiful I just had to lick up the white cotton bulge to his exposed gland
where a small drip of pre-cum oozed out the slit and I licked that clean
with a sealing kiss.  It was then the jeans that fell over the ledge landed
beside us and we heard a man giggling as he left the stables.  We never
learned who that was, but who cares?

   I had never experienced this feeling before, but I really took my time
and relished every single second of slipping my fingers in either side of
his dick where the elastic band gaped open and as I lowered his beautiful
briefs I ever so lightly licked up and down his thin shaft as it got more
and more exposed like a periscope sneakily searching for a target.

   When his beautiful hairless balls were finally dangling free I had no
problem engulfing them.  At that time they were just the right size where I
also had enough room in my mouth to lovingly massage them with my tongue
which I did as he stepped free of his briefs.

   After I tenderly nursed on his soft scrotum for a while I licked my way
back up his shaft which was by now dripping with his pre-cum like a leaky
faucet.  I easily slipped my mouth over his three inch shaft till my nose
was tickled by his very sparse almost invisible pubic hair.  He gasped in
ecstasy and his dick pulsated violently loading my mouth with blast after
blast of his tangy cum.  I hadn't even sucked it yet, but he just couldn't
take the anticipation.  God was that delicious!

   After he had his first release I stayed latched on his cock as he
lowered himself down to the blanket.  Only then did I rise up to get naked
myself.  I wanted him to enjoy the show, so I swayed as sexy as I could as
if dancing a strip tease and I let my dress drop revealing my sister Jane's
see-through lace panties which she had loaned me.  I wasn't quite big
enough for a bra yet, so I didn't bother wearing the one that matched the
panties, but I think I looked pretty.

   I let him remove my boots and then I stood astride him as he lowered my
panties.  Once they were tossed aside he gently guided me down so that I
was sitting over his chest close enough so he was able to lap at my still
hairless cunt.

   Just as the tip of his tongue touched my clit I felt an overwhelming
shiver take over my body and I convulsed hearing myself yelp in unbridled
pleasure.  I could feel I was soaking his entire muzzle from his chin to
his nose in my fluids because he buried his face ever deeper in my snatch.
What a feeling!

   While he worked on me I reached behind my back and clasped my hand
around his rigged cock which I doubt ever softened from his first climax. I
toyed with it for quite some time before Bob finally had to rest his head
back.

   I couldn't help but giggle when he said.  "My jaw got tired." I could
relate because my jaw always got sore whenever I licked my sister's cunts
or sucked on my brother's dicks.

   I rose up just enough to inch my way back so that I could guide his dick
into my waiting and soaking wet pussy.  After I felt his head was nestled
nicely inside I wanted to make sure we did this properly so slowly I rolled
over till we were lying on our sides facing each other.  I held his cock in
place as he gingerly rolled over me.  During the roll I felt slight
pressure on my hymen, but only slightly, but it really didn't hurt; not yet
at least.

   This being his birthday and with my thoughts only on pleasing him I was
the one to ask.  "Are you ready?" I really wanted him to enjoy this even
though I was deathly afraid of the pain I knew was to come.

   I looked up in his beautiful blue eyes as they shifted to a look of
fierce determination and without further expression he jammed his dick rock
solid ripping my hymen without a moment's pause, which is just what I
wanted him to do even though the pain was excruciating.  Momma always said
if you know something's going to hurt, just do it as fast as you can and
get it over with.  My screech of pain spooked the horses below a little,
but I wasn't concerned about them.

   Once he was fully nested inside me he never paused to let me recuperate
from the pain.  He just began sawing in and out of me like he was on a
mission.  The pain only lasted a moment though and soon I was as consumed
in as much pleasure as he was.  I couldn't help but to wrap my legs around
his lower legs as he rapidly fucked me.

   I swear it felt like my pussy molded perfectly around his dick like it
was custom formed just for me.  I could feel every ridge and bump of it as
it maneuvered in and out, up and down and even sideways inside me.  I only
thought briefly that he had obviously done this before because he was so
good at it, but I didn't care if he had.  I was in heaven.

   Finally after I don't know how long he rammed deep inside me and
released several pulsating jets coating my inner walls.  He didn't grunt or
moan.  He made no sounds at all.  He just froze and after the pulsating had
subsided he stayed rock hard and well buried.

   When his breathing slowed he continued fucking me only much slower and
more tenderly this time.  He lowered his body over mine so we could embrace
in a passionate kiss.  Two more times he fed me his seed until finally he
had nothing left to give and my now lathered pussy spit his wilted dick out
like old chewing gum.

   We lay there silently kissing for a while till our hunger got the best
of us and we had to get dressed.  He peeked over the edge of the loft
insuring nobody could see us and I followed him down the home made two by
four wooden ladder.

   I was going to sneak off the property, but he held my hand and led me up
to the main house as if proudly proclaiming to the world that we were a
couple no matter what anyone thought and I was overwhelmed with love from
then on.

   From that moment on we never made any bones about our relationship or
even our lust.  I was his girl and he was my boy and everyone else
be-damned.  Whenever we were in the mood we never snuck around or tried to
hide what we were about to do.  Whether we were at his house or mine we
just headed off to his bedroom or I just chased my sisters out of ours.  A
few times one or two were being fucked by one of our brothers or their own
boyfriends, but we just fucked alongside them with no inhibitions at all.
(When in Rome.)

   When I turned up pregnant we were too young to get married and my mom
and dad insisted that I live with the father because it was his kid and his
responsibility.  Besides they had enough kids and needed the space.  Mr. 
and Mrs.  Arthur weren't exactly thrilled about it, but what choice did
they have?

   At first they tried to have me sleep in my own room, but that didn't
last long.  So then I moved into Bob's room till Aaron was born and we both
turned thirteen.  Once his mother was sure I knew how to care for the baby
they moved us into the guest house where they didn't have to hear us
bumping the headboard against the wall all night.  (A little secret:
Sometimes we weren't even fucking.  We knew it bothered them, so we used to
get on our knees and nudge the headboard against the wall just so we could
live alone in the guest house.)

   Now you have to understand that Bob and I were always horny as hell and
when we first started out we didn't care who knew it.  I mean it was more
than obvious that we were fucking, right?  The guest house was small and it
only had one bedroom, so the kids had to sleep in there with us.  Aaron was
the first born and then Beth came along, so Beth got the crib and Aaron
slept with Bob and I.  Then Charlie came along and he got the crib and Beth
and Aaron slept with mommy and daddy.  Eventually Aaron and Beth got a cot,
Charlie and Dana slept with us and Eddy got the crib.

   All along we never hid what we were doing from the kids.  When we felt
like fucking we just fucked and if the kids watched on it didn't matter. 
We figured they were too young to know what we were doing anyways, but as
the kids grew older and more came along we just saw no reason to stop. 
Actually it never really occurred to us because it was such a natural thing
for us.  In fact once each kid was out of diapers we all lounged around
naked and that's the relaxed lifestyle I was talking about earlier.  We
don't need any blushing servants spreading rumors around town.

   We did at one point talk about the kids getting their own rooms, but
that meant adding onto the guest house which was up to Bob's dad Jacob.  We
had talked to him about it and he did seem ok with the idea, but for
whatever reason he just never got around to doing it.  I don't know if he
was cheap or if it just slipped his mind, but the additions were never
built.  Hell, plans were never even drawn up.

   We moved back into the main house when Bob and I turned nineteen because
his dad had died and his mother didn't want to live in that big old house
anymore.  She moved into the guest house and we moved into the main house
and it was only last year when she passed away.

   So now we have twelve going on thirteen kids and by the way we never did
get married...  which brings me back to the lazy-Susan

   It was a normal morning with some kids laughing; playing and horsing
around while in the turmoil the little ones cried and fussed for attention.
None of them were eating much and we were all in various stages of dress
and undress.

   Bob was dressed in a dark blue suite, white shirt and red tie because he
had taken over the textile business when his dad died and I sat nude except
for my open silk robe with baby Leon nursing on the bottle I held for him.

   I don't know how the conversation started, but we heard our eldest
daughter Beth who is now eleven say.  "I can't wait till I get pregnant."

   "Excuse me?" I asked thankful to pull my attention away from the
lazy-Susan.

   This got Bob's attention too, so we both looked at her when she repeated
herself.  "I can't wait till I get pregnant."

   It wasn't what she said that got our attention it was how she said it. I
mean at first I thought it was one of those cute little things kids say in
an innocent unknowing way and I did giggle a little at the absurdity of the
statement, but now looking in her face I could tell she was deadly serious.

   I looked across the table at Bob and he looked at me as if to say "Don't
look at me."

   Then my eyes scanned the boys all sitting there with their mouths agape
in total shock.  Well, at least the older boys who knew the details
involved were.  All of them that is, except for Aaron who sat naked next to
me with his dick inching upwards at the mere thought of fucking anyone, let
alone his own sister.  He is after all twelve and I had noticed him leering
at his siblings lately.  I even walked in on him masturbating in front of
his younger brothers as if putting on a show for them.  I of course paid it
no mind as I've seen my own brothers doing the same thing for almost as
long as I could remember.
   "Is there something you need to tell us?" I asked him.