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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" with impunity and without protection.

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   Ill Conceived (MF, mF, Mf, mf, nc, drug, 1st, impreg, inc, voy)

   by Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

   --

   I found a box of old videotapes while looking for something to tape a
show on.  I couldn't remember what was on them, so put one into the VCR.

   I watched as it showed myself, in a nice shirt, stepping back after
setting my video camera to record.  As I moved further back from the camera
I could see our bed and my wife lying on it, still clothed but clearly far
from coherent, her eyes closed.

   Was this one of our sex tapes?  Why was it tossed into this box instead
of in our locked-up collection?

   I noted the date and time at the bottom of the screen: almost a year
ago. I began to feel nauseous as I figured out which tape this was.

   My wife Pearl and I had left our two-year-old son in the care of a
babysitter, the son of one of my co-workers, and we had gone to a friend's
housewarming party.  Pearl got piss drunk and I was the designated driver,
so when we got home I practically had to pour her into bed.  We had been
trying to have another baby and before the party she had mentioned jumping
my bones when we got home, so I set the video camera up to tape what I
figured would be a mind-blowing fuck, provided I could get a response from
her.

   I watched as I moved to the bed, opening her blouse.  I massaged her
nicely-rounded boobs through her bra, making her sigh.  I then zipped off
her short skirt and moved her panties aside, rubbing her pussy lips and
clitoris.  She was very wet.

   Thinking back, I remembered that I hadn't taken Todd, the babysitter,
back home yet, and had to forgo playing with my near-unconscious wife to do
that.  However, on the tape I saw in the reflection from the vanity mirror
the slightly open bedroom door...and Todd, watching us!

   I couldn't believe it!  He was only there for a few seconds and then
slipped away when he saw me getting up from the bed.  I never knew the
little bugger had seen!  Well, not many sixteen-year-olds get such an
eyeful, and he never mentioned it...no harm done, right?

   I had forgotten to turn off the camera as I left the bedroom, closing
the door behind me.  A minute later I heard it: fast footfalls from my mad
dash into the bathroom, as I rushed to the toilet bowl just in time to
evacuate most of my stomach contents.  I had eaten some shellfish at the
party, and I found out later that everyone who did got violently sick that
night.  I could hear on the tape the retching sounds I made from the
bathroom across the hall.  I felt sympathy pains in my stomach just
listening...I had never been so sick in my life.

   I had then asked Todd to stay and continue babysitting while I went to
the hospital, green-faced.  What followed was eight hours of gut-wrenching
agony in a sick bed.  When I got back in the morning Todd was asleep on the
couch.  I gave him a big bonus and he walked home.  I collapsed onto our
bed and slept like the dead.

   I had been thinking about that night and watching my beautiful
unconscious wife on the screen, laying there in a stupor, for several
minutes.  I was just reaching to turn the tape off when the mirror showed
the bedroom door opening a little.  It was Todd!

   "Mrs.  Harrison?" he called out softly.  With no answer he tentatively
crept into the room, blocking the camera's view of the bed.  From that
angle he could clearly see her bra and wet panties.

   Get the fuck out of there, I was mentally yelling at the kid on the tape
as I stared at the screen.  How DARE he?!

   He called out to my wife again, louder this time.  With no response, he
moved around to her side of the bed and sat down next to her.  All I could
do was watch.

   He stared at my wife's substantial bra-covered boobs for about a minute,
then moved his head down near her crotch.  He paused there and after a
moment of confusion I realized he could smell her arousal.  After my finger
play she had been quite wet.

   He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the
knee.  He gave her a shake.  She stretched out her other leg, opening
herself up to his view, but that was about it.  Emboldened by her lack of
resistance he moved his hand up to her inner thigh.  Still nothing.

   Seemingly shy about going any further toward her pussy, he instead moved
his hands to her breasts.  He grabbed and squeezed them, watching her face
intently for any sign of awareness.  There was none, and he was able to
find her bra's front clasp, releasing her milky-white globes.

   Even at the camera's distance I could see that her nipples were erect.
She had been horny all that night, grinding her pelvis into me when she had
the chance.  Todd grasped a nipple between his fingers.  A groan escaped
Pearl's lips, and Todd jumped back, ready to run out of the room.  However,
when she didn't wake after a minute of him holding his breath, he sat back
down.

   He leaned forward for a kiss.  He nibbled on her lips and she seemed to
make a slight effort to return the kisses.  He was kissing her at a bad
angle so he clambered onto the bed between her legs.  His hands returned to
her boobs, manhandling (boyhandling?) them as he slobbered over her mouth.

   Then he relaxed and lowered his body just enough.  His pelvis made
contact with hers and she pushed her horny panty-covered cunt back at him.
He gasped at the feeling of it through his jeans, then started to dry-hump
her.

   The sixteen-year-old babysitter was dry-humping my wife in our marital
bed, and all I could do was watch.

   After a few minutes he pulled back.  Thank God, I thought to myself, he
realized what a bad thing he was doing.  He's going to go back to the
living room, whack off and go to sleep.

   Deluded.

   He inexpertly pulled off my wife's panties, then gazed at her distended
vaginal lips.  He reached out and touched them, causing my wife to push her
crotch at his fingers.  She was still out of it, and thought Todd was me.

   He pulled back, stood there for a moment, and looked at my naked
unconscious wife.  After having our son Robert she still had a little
"mummy tummy", but I always thought it looked nice; a badge of honor, I had
said.  Her breasts were larger than before thanks to the pregnancy and
breast feeding.  She was still a hot little number.

   Todd made his decision and took off his pants.  NO, I screamed at him in
my head.  He clambered in between my wife's legs, pushing his hard little
pecker at my wife's creaming hole.  NO!  NO!  He poked and prodded,
obviously knowing a little of what to do, but not how to actually do it. 
NO!  NO!  NO!  Finally he hit the right spot, and gasped as he sunk himself
partway into her.

   Pearl groaned.  Todd held himself still as he got used to the feel of a
woman's insides.  Then he pushed himself further into her, eliciting
another groan from my horny wife.

   Todd buried his face into my wife's neck as he pulled out a bit and then
pushed in again, this time going all the way in.  My wife groaned loudly at
this, her legs folding up so that her feet were flat on the bed.  Todd
reached down to her hips, holding them as he pulled back and jammed himself
into her again.

   Soon he built up a rhythm.  The camera's microphone picked up their
gasps of pleasure, getting louder as they continued.  My wife was pushing
her pelvis back at the teenaged boy now, her body in heat while her mind
was still in la-la land.

   Her arms went around the boy's shoulders while her legs crossed behind
his butt, pulling him even deeper.  They were rutting into each other, and
I heard my wife muttering in her stupor:

   "Oh God yes!  Fuck me!  I love it!"

   This was too much for inexperienced Todd.  In fact, now that I think
about it, it was amazing he held out that long.  He groaned loudly and
pushed as hard as he could into my wife.

   "YES!  OH YES!  DO IT!  Oh Jack..." my wife blathered.  I imagined
Todd's smaller boy penis swelling and exploding his young cum deep inside
her.  I moaned as my cock did the same in my pants as I watched.

   Finally it was over.  Todd gave Pearl a kiss and pulled out of her.  She
moaned in disappointment, then rolled over and started to breathe more
slowly as she returned to oblivious sleep.  By the time sheepish Todd had
dressed and left the room, she was in a deep slumber.

   Once my post-orgasm high was over, I realized I had just watched the
conception of our daughter, Maddie.  Well, Pearl's daughter, anyway.  I had
made love to my wife the next day, at the tail end of her fertile cycle,
and a month later she told me the wonderful news.  Maddie had been born a
day early...A DAY EARLY.  Hindsight is 20/20, they say, and I was now
thinking about my daughter's features.  She didn't REALLY look like me; my
wife, sure...and Todd!

   I popped the tape out and write-protected it, then put it in a safe
place.  I did NOT tell Pearl about it.  She loves Maddie, and I don't want
to destroy their relationship.  Truth to tell, I love Maddie too, even
though at that point I knew she wasn't mine.

   Still, something had to be done.  That little raping bastard was not
going to get away with it.

   A few days later I called my co-worker's house.  I asked for Todd, his
son, and after a few seconds the boy came on the line.

   "Hey, Mr.  Harrison, do you need me to babysit?" he asked.

   "No.  I know what you did to my wife, you little shit."

   Silence.

   "I taped that night a year ago.  You didn't know that, did you, mother
fucker?"

   Todd started to blubber, but I cut him right off: "Tomorrow, you get
your ass over here at 2pm.  We're going to have a talk."

   "O-okay..."

   "And Todd?"

   "Y-yeah?"

   "Bring your sister."

   ------------------- Ill Conceived Part 2 -------------------

   Todd arrived with his sister Sarah at precisely 1:55pm on Saturday
afternoon.  I told him 2pm because Pearl had taken the kids to see her
parents for the day, so we would have hours to ourselves.  I also informed
him to dress for swimming.

   Sarah was a pretty girl: 15 years old, long brown hair, a little
overbite and a slim body with some of the curves that would only become
curvier as she got older.  She was a knockout, and her breasts looked yummy
puffing out the top of her one-piece swimsuit.

   "Come in!  Come in!" I greeted them warmly, ushering them up to the
living room.  Sarah hadn't been here before, and complimented me on our
house.  Teenaged girls were so easy to impress.

   I explained that we were so happy with Todd's "performance" -- at which
point I gave him a wink and a sly smile which made his cheeks go red --
that I was letting him use our pool today, and if Sarah wanted, could she
take over as our babysitter after Todd went away to college?  Sarah was
flattered and said yes, she would love to.

   I turned them loose on the pool.  Todd looked bewildered, wondering when
the other shoe would drop.  Soon, I mused.

   After a couple hours of splashing around in the summer sun I called them
inside for cucumber sandwiches.  When Sarah asked for a drink I brought
them each an opened bottle of beer from the fridge.

   They both stared at the beers.  "Go ahead," I urged them.  "Enjoy
yourself.  Just one, though."

   At this, they took the proffered bottles, sniffed the hoppy brew and
sipped a bit.  Though they both made a face at the somewhat bitter taste of
lager, they did not hand them back.  They were teenagers, after all; they
wanted to be adults, not kids.  KIDS had to go to bed early.  KIDS had to
do chores.  ADULTS could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and that
included drinking.  Simple psychology.

   After we were done I put a movie on for them to watch in the living
room. They kept their bathing suits on and sat on their towels in order to
keep the furniture dry.  I noticed that Sarah was looking a bit tired.

   It was a movie that I had picked just for this occasion.  It started out
with action but turned sexual partway through.  The critics panned it
because the plot was all over the place, but it was perfect for my
purposes.

   I kept watching Sarah as the movie switched gears.  She seemed to be
having trouble focusing on the movie, but once a couple of the actors
started grinding their bodies together I noticed her mouth hanging open as
she watched, eyes half-lidded.  She licked her lips as the actors
pantomimed having sex, and as they "came" I noticed she was rubbing her
thighs together.

   About 15 minutes later Sarah was asleep.  The date rape drug I had
obtained from a pharmacist friend (I told him my wife wanted to try it) and
slipped into her beer bottle had finally taken effect and she was out.  I
stood up, startling Todd.

   I moved to the couch, where Sarah had laid back.  Her legs were apart,
feet down on the carpet, and I could make out the outline of her pussy
through the swimsuit fabric.

   "What are you doing?" Todd exclaimed as I put my hand on his sister's
leg and gave it a shake, which is exactly what he had done to my wife a
year ago.

   I looked at him.  "What do you think I'm doing?  Getting revenge for
what you did to my family." I then stripped the bathing suit off the young
girl's shoulders, revealing her magnificent petite breasts.

   Todd's eyes bugged out at seeing his sister's naked chest, but seemed
unsure.  He wanted to protect his sister, but I was bigger than him and had
a tape of him raping my sleeping wife.  He sat where he was, watching.

   I reached up and massaged Sarah's boobs.  They were about the size of
oranges, and fit my hands nicely.  I watched as her nipples, damp from her
wet swimsuit, extended in the cool air.  I tweaked them, then clamped my
mouth on one, sucking her tit meat into my mouth.  Her breathing quickened
from the sensation.

   I moved to the side so I could kiss the drugged girl, and also slipped
my hand down to her crotch.  I deftly moved the swimsuit fabric aside and
played with her young pussy as her big brother watched, unable to stop me.

   I moved my mouth back to her wonderful breasts as I finger-fucked her. I
monitored her breathing, and as she started to push her hips into my finger
I stopped.  I moved back down to her legs and pulled the rest of her
swimsuit off.

   "Uh..." Todd seemed to be ready to object, but one look from me stopped
him.  I could see he was uncomfortable in his chair, his obvious erection
constrained by his trunks.

   I removed my clothes quickly and pulled Sarah into a fully laying
position on the couch.  I brought my cock up to her pussy lips and looked
over at Todd for any signs of resistance.  His eyes were on her pussy.  His
curiosity had finally outweighed his outrage.

   I pushed in a little bit.  Sarah screwed up her face in discomfort.  A
virgin?  I wondered.  I moved the head of my penis around a little in the
crevice, gathering her vaginal fluids about it, then pushed in a little
more.

   "Mmm..." she sighed.  Her nipples were sticking out like bullets, and I
pinched them lightly.  I pulled out, saw that the head of my cock was slick
with her fluids, and pushed a good couple inches into her.  Nope, no hymen,
but women can lose their hymen through the use of tampons or sex toys, or
even vigorous exercise.  She was tight enough to be a virgin, though.

   I pulled back again, then pushed halfway into her.  My penis isn't
especially long or thick, but at 7 inches I wasn't small either.  Soon her
cunny had generated enough fluid that I was able to begin the "old
in-and-out".  I pushed her knees back and to the side in order to be able
to achieve deeper penetration.  I kept an eye on her face to make sure I
didn't go too deep, though...I didn't want to hurt her.

   She took my full length well enough, so I pushed myself all the way into
her and ground the root of my cock into her clit.  She was gasping at the
stimulation, and her (I assume) first fucking.

   Her cunt was undulating, milking my cock and I sped up.  I looked at
Todd, who was still staring at us, unable to tear his eyes away or even
make a token resistance, then turned my full attention on the young beauty
I was about to fill up with my cum.

   I fell onto her, folding her legs back as far as they could go and
started to kiss and nip at her neck.  Harder, faster...soon...

   "Ohh...OHHH!" She was cumming.  In her drug-induced state, with the
earlier sexy scenes from the movie, she had been stimulated enough that her
body responded all the way.  I felt her cunt clamp down on my dick and
there was no way I could have held back.  I erupted, my hot white cream
spurting deep within the unconscious young girl.  As I spurt within her I
felt her cunt walls rippling, her insides responding to the sensation of
the warm semen splashing within her.

   I was spent.  I extracted myself from her incredible pussy and stood up,
a long strand of cum still connecting us.  I looked at Todd.

   "Can we go?" He looked mortified and afraid.

   I looked down at the pretty young girl I had just defiled.  "She's still
out of it, and won't be ready to leave for a few hours I think."

   Todd looked crestfallen.  "Oh."

   I put my clothes back on and sat down next to him.  "We're even now,
Todd.  Your sister's not having her period right now, so I figure there's
about a one-in-three chance that she's ovulating this week.  That's good
enough for me, whether she gets pregnant or not."

   I had purposely left Sarah's clothes off, and I could see my cum
starting to slip out of her.  Todd was looking at her again, and not like a
brother should look at his sister.

   I looked at her and back to him.  "Look, no hard feelings...if you want
to have a go at her..."

   He looked shocked, but returned his gaze to the unconscious naked girl.
"I...no, I couldn't..."

   I continued, "I've probably already made her pregnant, Todd.  Go for
it."

   I could see his lower head was winning the fight.  It was time to make
sure.  I got up and started to head downstairs.  "I gotta take a crap.  Do
what you want." Then as I got out of sight I pulled out the remote control
for my video camera and started recording.  The camera, hidden in my
entertainment center among all the other LED lights, went unnoticed as it
started up, the two teenagers directly in its sight.  I continued
downstairs, secure in the knowledge that I was not present on this new
tape.

   I waited a few minutes and then quietly headed back up the stairs.  I
could hear Todd huffing and puffing, and his sister moaning.  Simple
psychology: his rape of my wife had most likely been his first sexual
experience; the most erotic moment of his young life.  When presented with
the same circumstance and some privacy, the boy chose to again experience
sleeping rape.
I poked my head around the corner, careful not to be seen by the camera.
Todd was up on his knees deep inside his sister, his hands groping her
nipply breasts.  Her eyes were still closed, her face rapt with pleasure as

she bucked back at him.

   My dick sprung back to life at this sight.  You see, I knew something
that Todd didn't, and it made my day: after the birth of what I thought was
my second child I had had a vasectomy.  I couldn't get little Sarah
pregnant...but Todd could!

   He was ramming his penis into his sister hard...harder than I had.  Her
body really seemed to enjoy it, though, as she thrashed her head back and
forth.

   Todd leaned forward to get greater penetration and planted his lips on
hers.  They passionately swapped spit as he thrust into her at a frenzied
pace.

   Finally he could take no more and thrust into her hard, groaning loudly,
obviously not caring to keep quiet any more.  Sarah cried out as his cock
pulsed deep inside her once, twice, three times, four...he started to
thrust into her again as she orgasmed as well, her cunt sucking the rest of
the potent cream from his balls and deep into her young, hopefully fertile
body.

   I turned off the camera remotely and came back into the room.  Todd
quickly got off of his sister, but it was obvious what he had been doing.
He looked mortified.

   I started to get Sarah back into her swimsuit.  "Relax, Todd, she's a
hot piece of ass.  No shame in tapping it, even if she's your sister.  It's
not like she's going to remember it."

   Todd seemed to relax a little at that, and sat down to wait out his
sister's stupor.  I covered Sarah with a blanket, and while Todd wasn't
looking I put a pillow under her butt, allowing her brother's sperm to pool
at the back of her vagina, increasing her chances of getting pregnant.

   ------- Epilogue -------

   I told Todd about the second tape before he left.  He knew better than
to try to turn me in, especially since he was the only one on the tape
raping his sister.

   Sarah did get pregnant, though she of course had no idea who the father
was.  I convinced her father not to beat the crap out of one of Todd's
friends that had slept over at their house a couple of times, and he
thanked me once the boy gave a blood sample and was cleared of paternity.

   Once the child was born (my friend's family is heavily Christian, so
abortion was out of the question), I let Todd know about my vasectomy.  I
think I blew his little mind: He was 18 and already the father of 2
children.

   Years later he was arrested for the attempted rape of another woman
while she was sleeping.  Without her awareness being suppressed by excess
alcohol or the date-rape drug his victim had awoken once he started to
molest her.  I like to think about Todd and what happens to rapists in
prison, and imagine that he probably wishes he could sleep through it
himself.

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