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 Pedo.  Incest.  Same sex male/female.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Love Your Children

   by Pedro Feelya



   Maybe the wiring in my head is all wrong.  I don't know.  It just
doesn't seem like such a big deal.  I love my children.  Everybody loves
their children.  How can you separate one kind of love from another?  If
you want the best for your children, then you want them to experience all
the best things in life.  I don't believe that you can love your children
too much.  How can you put limits on your love based on other people's
rules?  If you love your children, and they are well behaved, then you
should do everything you can to make them happy.  I am not a big fan of
punishment, although you have to use it to prove you can.  I believe it is
enough to withhold their freedoms and pleasures.  If that doesn't work,
then I withhold my attention or put them in isolation.  My children are
very well behaved and very happy.

   It all began so simple and innocent.  Many parents will tickle their
baby boy's penis or rub their girl's pussy to get a smile or chortle.  When
you clean them with a soft warm washcloth, they really do enjoy it.  Their
little bodies respond to the pleasure and they want more.  Pretty soon,
when I would wash between their legs, I would spend a little extra time
cleaning their anuses and stimulating them.

   All parents should, and do, massage their babies all over.  It's good
for them.  And they sometimes massage the genitals too.  You always get the
reward of the baby seeming to enjoy that the best.

   It just seemed natural that when my little girl, Angela, was cranky, and
wouldn't go to sleep, I could lower my mouth down on her pussy and suck and
lick her, and she would relax and go to sleep.  This included licking her
anus if I had done a good job of cleaning her, and she seemed to enjoy that
just as much.  Less than a year later my boy, Kevin, was born and it worked
for him as well.  He wouldn't get hard, but he seemed to enjoy it even
more. I never considered myself a homosexual, and I had never had any
feelings for a man.  Somehow, sucking on my son, who was my own flesh and
blood, seemed as natural as sucking on my own finger.

   I know what you might be thinking.  It wasn't really incest though. 
There was no exchange of genetic material, and no chance of giving birth to
inbred babies.  That, after all, is the purpose of society's rules against
incest.

   Occasionally, one of the children would pee in my mouth.  I wouldn't
swallow, but I would take it all in my mouth to keep from making a mess,
then spit it into the sink later.  That would end the pleasure for the
baby, so it seemed they developed control early.  This was never for my
pleasure, except for the vicarious pleasure of seeing them happy.

   We always slept with our babies, and when they woke up for no reason,
sometimes it just took a little oral stimulation to get them to go to sleep
again.  My wife and I still made love often, and having the babies lying
next to us, and watching us intently, was a little disturbing, but somehow,
also very natural.  I wondered if it was the same in third world countries
where single room houses didn't allow privacy.

   After Angie turned one, she started some minor resistance behavior that
seemed intentional.  I trained my wife and myself to withhold attention,
just kind of ignore her for a little while, and it worked very well.  I
don't think spanking a child, causing some minor physical pain, makes the
child cry nearly as much as their reacting to your anger.  This way we
didn't have to show anger.  Isolation is just the natural result of
antisocial behavior.  When Angie acted especially good under bad
circumstances, she knew she might be rewarded with her favorite reward.  My
wife more or less agreed with me, and appreciated how our children behaved.
So, she would also provide oral stimulation of their genitals when needed.

   But, Angie was daddy's little girl, and preferred her rewards from me.
We both enjoyed it.  I was starting to feel my own stimulations.  I began
to get hardons whenever I sucked on either child.  Usually I could go find
my wife, and relieve my hardon.  But sometimes she was too busy or away
from the house.  I was only natural that I would masturbate.  It would have
been silly to hide from the children.  They had seen me having sex many
times.

   When Angie turned two and Kevin was one, her model behavior was becoming
apparent, and I sucked her pussy almost every night.  We toilet trained her
early, and very quickly, using our reward system.  Kevin was also making us
proud.  When Angie turned three, then four, there were a few instances that
might have been embarrassing when she talked to strangers, but she learned
about secrets early on.  Neither my wife nor I had family that lived
anywhere near, and we didn't have a lot of friends.  I am one of those
lucky people that make a lot of money working from home.  I had more time
to spend with the children than my wife, as she became more involved with
starting her own at-home business.

   I don't know when I would say the children started to climax.  It seemed
to be an extremely gradual thing.  When they were babies, I would lick them
until they were happy.  As they got older, I would lick and suck them for
only a certain amount of time, or they would never want me to stop. 
Sometimes they would become so stimulated they would want to stop.  Now,
their bodies had strong physical reactions and they would spasm and jerk in
what looked like mini-orgasms.  Neither one could produce any liquids of
course, but their climaxes were getting stronger with time.

   I would have thought that I would have lost my own sexual stimulation
after all this time, but it seemed to get worse.  I began licking all the
parts of her body that Angie enjoyed the most.  Kevin only wanted his penis
and anus sucked.

   One day I caught Angie sucking on her little brother's penis.  I didn't
know what to do.  We had sucked on him since he was born and now she wanted
to try it.  It was hard to say no to her wanting to make him happy.  We
could always stop her if it wasn't right for him at that time.  Soon, Kevin
began to give back to his sister and she taught him what to do.  Sometimes
they even sixty-nine, sharing the gift of giving pleasure at the same time.

   Watching Angie suck and lick her little brother's tiny stiffie with her
proportionally small mouth, I would get so hard that I had to relieve
myself.  I had to masturbate, and I did it right in front of them while
watching.  They had watched me make love to their mother almost every day.
The first couple times Angie just watched me as the sperm squirted and
flowed from my hand.  She had also seen my wife give me blowjobs dozens of
time, even though she had never seen the sperm from that.

   Then one day while I was watching them, I started to masturbate as
usual. Angie finished with her brother and then walked over to me.  I
didn't know what she wanted.  Then she bent over and took the head of my
penis into her mouth.  I let go and she wrapped her hands around it like
she had seen her mother do.  Angie couldn't fit very much into her little
mouth, but she sucked and tongued me all she could.  All the while she
rubbed and jerked my penis like my wife does.  Angie wasn't very good, but
the idea of my daughter trying to give me a blowjob made me explode quickly
into her mouth.  She tried to swallow it all but couldn't.  A stream slid
down the side and she chased it with her tongue.  Angie had never
questioned if she should eat it, or what it would taste like.  She was just
glad to give me so much pleasure.

   That evening as we relaxed after dinner watching TV, Angie walked over
to where her mother sat on the couch.  She lifted her mother's nightshirt
and exposed my wife's hairless pussy.  My wife looked over nervously and I
smiled in anticipation.  Angie bent over and laid her face down in wife's
lap, but didn't have enough space to do anything.  My wife spread her legs
over her daughter and slid down until her butt was barely supported by the
couch.  Angie knelt between her mother's legs and began to lick and suck.
Angie knew about her own clitoris and quickly found her mother's.  My wife
must have been just as aroused as I was to receive the gift of pleasure
from her daughter.  Soon she was moaning and jerking.  Her orgasm, like
mine had been, was extra strong.

   Kevin was not to be outdone by his older sister.  The next morning,
after I had woken Kevin up in our bed by licking his penis, he crawled
around and started to lick mine also.  He didn't have any experience, but
he knew what he liked and gave it back.  His hands were skillfully playing
with my tightening balls, and one hand began rubbing my anus.  How could I
stop him when I had done the same to him?  His licking the length of my
penis, and ending with a strong suck on the head, was almost better than
his sisters rubbing.  Several times of this, plus my wanting to reward him
with my orgasm, made me start to cum.  Like his sister, he tried to swallow
it all and did a better job.

   My wife was watching us and was very interested.  Kevin looked over at
her, crawled to her and crawled up between her legs.  He then began licking
and sucking on her pussy the way he had seen me do it.  She gave him a
little guidance and encouragement, then lay back to enjoy it.  I was so
proud that both my children had learned the pleasure of giving pleasure.

   After that, oral sex became a family affair.  That night we all wet to
bed very early.  I held back from getting into bed but my wife stripped
naked and crawled to the middle.  My children crawled over right after her.
Angie got between her mothers legs first.  Kevin started rubbing and
sucking his mother's breasts.  I wondered if he could remember anything
from breastfeeding.  My children performed on my wife's body all that they
had learned.  My wife began to orgasm quickly and hard.  The children knew
that she could orgasm many times without stopping, so they kept it up.  I
masturbated furiously, not wanting to interrupt.  After my wife had cum
many times, she stopped them because she couldn't take any more.  The
children were ecstatic that they had done to their mommy what I had done to
her countless of times in front of them.  They may have done even better.

   Our lives were wonderful as we taught our children and they explored our
bodies.  My wife and I could not make love without the children getting
involved.  Sometimes they got in the way or I was worried that we were
giving them too many ideas.  I really didn't mind though, considering I
could stick my penis into any one of three different mouths.

   A few months later I watched my children as Angie started to lick her
little brother's hairless scrotum.  He squirmed around to find her
clitoris. Watching them sixty nine was a mixture of pride, love, and lust.
While I watched, my son reached up his hand and stuck a finger into Angie's
pussy.  She jerked and stopped sucking him, maybe because it hurt.  He
jerked his hand away but slowly returned it, and more gently, wiggled his
tiny finger around.  It slowly disappeared into her pussy.  The hole in her
hymen was large from all the sexual stimulation over the years, and I guess
his finger was small enough for it to fit inside without hurting her. 
Angie started to really enjoy it and her pleasure was obvious as she
squirmed and moaned.  Kevin then licked or nibbled on her clitoris, and
Angie convulsed in a wonderful little girl's orgasm.

   That night in bed, Angie was sitting on her mother's face, while doing
her best to suck me off.  I rubbed my wife's tits and stomach while Kevin
licked and slurped at her pussy.  He started to finger her pussy.  I don't
even know that she noticed.  I looked at his small hand and reached over to
fold his thumb across to make his tiny hand as narrow as possible.  I then
pushed his fingers into his mother's pussy.  Kevin realized the
possibilities and began to wiggle his entire hand up into her.  My wife
began to orgasm violently.  She threw Angie off of her and began clutching
at the bedspread and crying out in orgasm.  Kevin looked terrified, but
hung on.  After a few minutes she began to wear down, but continued to cry
and quiver.  Finally she reached down and pulled Kevin's hand slowly out.
My wife then pulled her son up to wrap herself around him, and then fell
asleep.

   Now my son had found that sticking his fingers, or whole hand, into
holes was fun.  All this time we had been licking and tonguing each others
anuses, if they were clean.  It usually increased the strength of the
climax.  It was like icing on a very sweet cake.  Of course Kevin loved his
mother's and sister's pussy, but he also loved everybody's anuses.  We
quickly taught him how he needed to not make a mess and clean himself real
well afterward.  We also quickly introduced him to the wonders of KY Jelly.
The sight of him with one hand in his mothers pussy and several fingers in
her butt is always enough to make me plaster my daughters mouth and throat
with sperm.

   One evening Kevin was licking my anus while I kneeled over my daughter's
body and licked her pussy.  Of course Angie was doing her favorite thing
and sucking my penis.  I felt my son's fingers enter my butt.  He had done
this before so I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation.  Then I felt his whole
hand dig its way into my butt.  Of course it hurt and stretched me to my
limit, but it was also intensely arousing.  His wriggling hand rubbed up
against my prostate and I came so hard I almost passed out.

   My son's fascination with sticking things in holes continued.  First, he
kept trying to get Angie to stick different objects in her pussy. 
Toothbrush handles and marbles were easy enough with lube, and she liked
that.  But, wooden sticks and gummy bears didn't work so well.  It wasn't
long before he positioned himself over his sister, and stuck his hard
little stiffie in her pussy, like he had seen daddy do to mommy.  It didn't
hurt her and she loved the idea of doing what mommy and daddy did.  This
quickly became their favorite playtime.  We weren't sure when he started
this, and we couldn't stop them.  They didn't seem to think anything about
it.

   All of this did not happen overnight and by now Kevin was six.  One day
he was licking my anus while I was kneeling on the bed, eating out his
mother, with my butt up in the air.  He asked if he could put his thingy in
my butt.  Well, of course I agreed.  He had been putting his tongue,
fingers, and hand in there, and he had been fucking his sister too.

   My wife got under me to give me a blowjob.  Kevin got out the lube and
then he mounted me.  It wasn't as good as his hand by a long shot, but the
idea that my son was fucking me caused a huge load down my wife's throat.

   I decided to return the favor and lubed up my pinky finger.  I wriggled
my finger and pushed against his anus while my entire mouth sucked in his
penis and balls.  Slowly his virgin hole opened up to my finger and it slid
in.  I knew where his little prostate would be and rubbed it.  His whole
body stiffened, his hips bucked against my mouth, and his breathing became
fast and ragged.  It was the most powerful dry orgasm that he'd ever had.
Soon he had everybody tickling his prostate.

   My daughter was now jealous.  I had entered his body and not hers.  I
figured if her brother could handle it, she could too, but she didn't have
a prostate.  That wouldn't be fair to her.  But, she had something her
brother didn't.  I noticed that her brother had unintentionally widened her
hymen until it almost wasn't there.  She might never suffer the pain of
having a broken hymen.

   The next day, after we all started getting horny again, I got out the
lube and asked her to come over.  She was totally excited.  I lubed up one
pinky and began stimulating her anus.  She began to breathe in deep sighs,
totally relaxed and ready.  I then stopped and lubed up the index finger of
my other hand.  Her smile got really big.  She could guess what was coming.
I again began rubbing the outside of her anus with my pinky, but I also
rubbed my other finger up and down her pussy, pausing to wiggle at her tiny
hole.  My index finger is a little bigger around than my son's four year
old penis, but it is much longer in length.  She couldn't wait and kept
trying to press against one finger or the other.  I finally slipped my
index finger slightly into her pussy and she froze.  I asked her if it
hurt, and she shook her head and said no.  I started wiggle my finger in
the tight constriction of her hot vagina.  Up and down, and in and out,
each time going slightly deeper.  She closed her eyes and her breathing was
shallow and rapid.  I had my finger trapped in a tight cocoon of hot soft
flesh up to the second knuckle when, afraid to go any further, I stopped
and relaxed my hand.  I then started pressing my pinky against the anus I
had been rubbing.  Feeling this pressure, she began to grunt.  My finger
popped in and felt the openness beyond the tight ring of the sphincter.

   By now my hardon was red and raging and ready to either blow or break a
two by four.  But, I didn't want to be distracted.  I only focused on my
daughter and how I could make this better for her.

   I began to alternately pull each finger out and push the other in, so
they weren't taking too much space in her tiny body.  It almost felt like
she was a toy in my hands.  Like a puppet that responded to my
manipulations, she rocked back and forth and whined with loud grunts.  My
fingers were being driven deeper and deeper into her until my pinky was
completely buried in her ass and exploring her insides.  My index finger
was most of the way in, and trapped from wriggling by the tightness.  I
felt the end of her tunnel.  I had not rammed it, merely felt it, and my
little baby girl made a vicious noise and jammed up against my hand.  My
finger, firmly but gently, pressed up against the end inside her.  Her legs
started kicking and her arms started flapping.  She was grunting like an
animal.  When she started to slow down I plunged my pinky all the way up
into her butt and could feel my two fingers touch.  She did the whole
kicking, flapping, grunting thing again, only longer.  I wriggled the pinky
in her butt and rubbed it against the finger in her pussy.  I could only
hope I wasn't pushing her too far and too fast.  As soon as she showed any
sign of finishing her orgasm, I started slowing everything down and
withdrawing my fingers.  She had this contorted look on her face and it
wasn't softening.  As my fingers popped free all I could do was hold and
snuggle her in my arms and hope for the best.  After about two minutes she
stirred and looked up at me with bleary eyes.  I asked if she was OK.  She
smiled and her face lit up with pride.  I smiled too because I was so proud
of my little angel.

   So that's the way my family is now.  Everybody doing everything they can
to make everybody happy.  I feel a little guilty about taking my daughters
pussy away from my son.  It's simply too big for him as she and I have been
slowly stretching it out everyday with my fingers.  She enjoys every moment
of this with multiple orgasms like her mother.  Someday soon she will be
large enough to fit my penis inside her and she can't wait.  My son
shouldn't mind too much.  I think he would rather put his little penis in
everybody's butthole; especially mine.  Someday he will be large enough for
me to return the favor.

   My children are kind of quiet outside our family.  They watch
everything. They see how other brothers and sisters constantly bicker and
fight.  They see parents that get exasperated and angry with their
children. They see parents yell at their children and even get rough with
them.  They know that we are different.  They understand that our family
has a really big secret.  A secret the rest of the world just would not
understand.  Our big secret is, unlike everyone else, that we really do
love each other completely.  Maybe I have done everything wrong, but I am
wonderfully happy with how we turned out.