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Sandwich
An Erotic Story
Today, was my turn. I could hardly wait.
Thank goodness for modern alarm-clocks. one of the old-
fashioned kind would have woke everybody up. The gentle "beep-
beep" of the electronic alarm was enough to get me up, without
waking anybody else. Particularly my parents. Even though they
sleep at the other end of the house, one of those old clangers
would probably been audible even down there. We certainly didn't
want that.
I groaned, and tried to force my eyes open, until I
remembered that it was my turn. . . I'd better hurry.
Opening the bedroom door, I checked to make sure that our
parents weren't up and about yet; (They rarely were, this early
in the morning.) and then slipped into the bathroom to get ready.
First a douche, then an enema. I made sure I did a complete job
of washing out my bottom; even though I don't like enemas. (I
understand that SOME people do.) I still remember the times that
I didn't, when it was my turn. . . Ick! On the other hand, it
wasn't as bad as some people think. I flushed myself three times
to be sure; and checked to make sure the water ran clean
afterwards.
I used the salt-water douche that my big brother taught me
how to make. About a teaspoon of salt to a quart of water, and
just a drop of liquid anti-bacterial soap. (To find out how much
salt to use, you do it "to taste." That is, you add salt until
you can't taste the water. If you taste the salt, then you've
added too much, and need more water. Jake says that make a
"neutral-saline solution" whatever that means.) I do this with
water that I've boiled, and let cool.
Anyway, so much for the mechanics. Anyway, I cleaned out
both holes, and then took a shower so that I would be as clean
outside for my brothers, as I was inside.
When I finished showering, I found that all that water
running made me have to pee. Damn. I had already douched; and
it's not good to do it too much. Oh well; pee is pretty clean
anyway; unlike poop.
I was just settling down to go, when Jerry came in. He
wasn't surprised to see me naked; we all go naked in the
mornings. . . Even our parents.
"Hi, Sis," he said; taking in my nudity with an appreciative
glance. "You about ready?"
"Uhuh," I said; then added, "And I can see that you are
too." Looking pointedly at his erect prick as I did so.
Jerry had the grace to blush. "It's just a piss-hard," he
mumbled. "Though with you there, I'll NEVER be able to piss," he
added as a sidewise compliment.
This time, it was my turn to blush. "C'mere, Big Brother,"
I told him. When Jerry got close enough, I leaned out and sucked
on his prick, while I finished my pee. No, not enough to get him
off; just enough to be friendly, and keep him from hurting while
he waited for me to get off. By sucking him, the REAL hard-on it
gave him kept him from having to pee while I did; and besides, he
enjoyed it. So did I.
1
Even if he HAD peed in my mouth, it wouldn't have been all
THAT bad. . . He's done it before, and I'm not dead yet. I
didn't suck too hard though. As I said, I didn't want to
accidentally get him off, and spoil my turn later.
I finally finished peeing myself, and got up; grabbed a
towel; and left my big brother to do his own job. I grinned,
because I could see the kid was having a hard time of it as I
left. I guess being sucked by his little sister had gotten him
so hard he couldn't do the job he came in for.
I went back to my room, and checked myself over. "Pretty
good," I thought. At thirteen, my hips were just starting to
swell, and my breasts, while not large, had a nice swell to them
that I knew all the boys liked. A clear complexion didn't hurt
either. Thank goodness I didn't have zits, like my cousin Mary!
How her brothers. . . Well, never mind. . . Not my business.
I looked at my shoulder-length hair, and liked that too.
Brown, almost black, it fell straight to my shoulders. Some
girls cry when their hair's straight. I used to be disappointed
that I didn't have "naturally curly hair" until my brothers all
made it clear that they like my straight hair better.
Jake showed me this picture of a girl with hair halfway down
her back, and the other boys all agreed with him when they said
THAT was sexy! I've let my hair grow three inches since then,
and I'm not going to stop until it reaches the floor. It's a
little bother, (like right now.) but it's worth it.
I finished combing and brushing, and checked myself over.
No makeup, but just a dab of cologne, and I was ready.
OOPS! I almost forgot. I dashed back into the bathroom,
and brushed my teeth; following it up with minty mouthwash. I
wanted my breath to be as fresh as the rest of me.
Does this sound like a lot of trouble to go to? Not really.
I LIKE feeling sexy for my brothers. . . Especially, when it's my
turn.
I suppose you're all wondering what this "turn" business is.
Well, you'll find out in just a second.
When I was satisfied with my looks and smell, I headed back
to bed. Only I passed my room, and went on into the boys'
bedroom, and climbed in with them. My brothers share what used
to be the "master" bedroom in the house, with a big kingsize bed,
and their own bathroom.
This is funny. Because the boys have their own bathroom, I
get to have the "main" bathroom all to myself, while they have to
share the smaller one. Well. . . Sometimes one of my brothers
will share the main bathroom with me, but mostly I have it to
myself. . . Unless I invite one of them to share it with me.
There's nothing like "sharing" a tub with one of your own
handsome brothers to "save water." <Giggle.> Taking a shower
together is fun; but you should see what we do in the Jaccuzi-
tub! Mmmmm. Still, that's not what this story is about.
2
As I said, I headed back to bed; only this time I passed my
room up, and got into bed with my three brothers. Yeah, stark-
naked. . . And all three of my brothers were naked too. Didn't I
mention before that we all go naked in the mornings? Well, none
of us wears anything to bed at night either.
At least my brothers and I don't. Sometimes Mother wears
this silky thing she calls a "chemise" to bed, and even sometimes
around the house. I'd kind of like to get one myself, because I
think it makes her look sexier than if she's naked. Of course,
the last thing I really need, is to get my brothers more excited
at the sight of my body. . . On the other hand, if I do, then
maybe they would let me have my "turn" more often.
No. . . Jake always insists that we take our turns, and I
suppose that's only fair. This way we each work that much harder
when it's not our turn, so that when it IS our turn we know the
others will do the same. If one of us hogged the system, then
we'd lose our incentive. I guess our big brother knows what he's
doing.
Of course, he always did. Even that first time, when I came
in and found my brothers as tightly coupled together as sardines
in a can, he hadn't chased me out like the two younger boys had
wanted to; telling them that it could be as much fun with a girl,
as with boys alone. And it had been. Now Jerry and Mike would
no more think of leaving me out than I would think of doing it
alone.
Oh, not that I've got anything against masturbation, since
Jake showed us all how to do it. . . It's just not NEAR so much
fun as doing it with one or more of your brothers. And since at
least one of my brothers was always willing, then why should I
have to do it myself?
With this comforting thought, I lifted the covers and
snuggled into bed with my brothers. Jake moved over to let me
get in between him and Mike, and I promptly fell asleep again;
this time comfortably "sandwiched" between my brothers. Such a
comforting thing to do; with your big brother's cock sliding
along the crack or your ass, while his big hand cups your
developing titty. Then, to have your little brother's prick
poking you between the legs, while your other tit rubs against
his chest, is so soothing. We were still all tired from the
night before, so we went back to sleep.
It may be crowded with all four of us in the same bed,
(Which is ONE reason I still sleep in my own bed. . . The other
being our parents.) but it's sure cozy. Too bad that kingsize is
the biggest bed they make.
It must have been about an hour later, that we all started
to wake up. First Mike then Jake, and finally Jerry had to get
up and go pee, before climbing back into bed. We still had about
an hour before our parents got up though. Plenty of time.
By the time Jerry got back, we were all awake, with both my
brother's thick pricks sliding between my legs; leaving drools of
pre-cum lubricating us for what was to come. (Or is that, "What
was to 'cum'? <Giggle.>)
3
When Jerry got back, he happily took the third spot, as we
shifted around in bed to make room for him. Then we started.
First, I captured Jake's big prick between my cunny lips;
rubbing it back and forth until his lubrication and mine allowed
him slip halfway up inside me.
Then, Mike slid in behind me. Since I don't get slippery
back there, and Jake was already using my front-hole, Mike had to
use a little saliva to mix with his pre-cum, before he could get
inside my ass.
I let out an "Oof!" as he slid home in me. I always like
Mike to be first in my ass, so I get used to it before my other
brothers' big pricks stuff me. That's why we usually start in
this order, when it's my turn.
OK! If you haven't figured it out yet, my brothers and I
play sandwich. Yeah, sandwich. Haven't you played that with
your brother or sisters? I thought everybody did. Geesh! How
ignorant can you get? OK! I'll explain.
"Sandwich" is a game that can be played by anywhere from
two, to as many as want to join in. It's best, when at least
three players are involved, and probably better if there are more
boys involved than girls, though not necessarily. I think our
arrangement of three boys and one girl, is just perfect, though
Jake says any combination works; and he wouldn't mind being the
"filling" in a sandwich with three girls.
Jake should know. After all, he's the one who started
everything, and showed my brothers that including a girl could be
just as much fun as boys alone.
The best way to play "sandwich" is with three or four people
though. You pick one person to be the "filling" and the others
surround the lucky one; "filling" every hole.
Huh? Of COURSE I mean sex! What else would I mean? Idiot!
If you don't like stories about kids having sex, then what are
you doing reading this? Get out of here, and go back to reading
"Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms" like a good kid. . .
What? Still here? Then you must LIKE to read stories about
little girls having sex. So shut up, and pay attention.
As I said, the lucky person in the middle gets to be the
"filling" and has every hole stuffed (if she's a girl) or both
holes stuffed and his prick buried in someone else's hole, if
he's a boy. Fun!
To make things fair in OUR games, Jake has us swap every
day, with each of us getting our "turn" being the filling once
every four days. (See, I TOLD you you'd learn what I meant by my
"turn.") This was my turn. The "game" consists of trying to get
all three of your partners off as close to the same time as
possible. If you get off as well, that's OK, but you don't get
bonus-points for that, unless all three of those surrounding you
are starting, finishing, or in the middle of climaxing inside you
at the same time. Then, you get one bonus-point for each one you
share your climax with.
4
You get two basic points, for each person you get off
simultaneously. So, if one is finishing, while another starts,
you get two points. If the remaining one starts, before the
second one finishes, then you get two more. If all three "cum"
together, then you get six. The winner after a full rotation
gets an extra chance to be "filling."
Yeah, it IS sexy. And fun too. It takes a lot of skill to
bring three people off (or better yet four) at the same time.
This time was pretty good. For me, there's never any
problem collecting bonus-points if I can, as I usually start
climaxing the moment I feel one of my brother's thick cocks slide
up in my overheated little pussy-hole, and don't stop until the
last of them has gone limp and soft inside me.
This gives me somewhat of an unfair advantage of being a
girl, but none of my brother's seem to mind. They say that
feeling me climax around them, makes it all the better for them
when they cum themselves.
As I carefully sucked on Jerry's prick; trying to estimate
how aroused he was by how hard his prick got, and how urgently he
was shoving it down my throat, I worked my bottom back and forth
between my other brothers.
I didn't have much control over how soon they came, as my
cunny was already squeezing and milking involuntarily on Jake's
thick prick, while my asshole squeezed and milked on Mike's in
counterpoint.
God, do I love fucking my brothers! I could feel Jake's big
cock swelling in my cunny, as he prepared to fill my vagina with
his thick sperm.
Hurriedly, I started slurping even harder on Jerry, working
feverishly to bring him off at the same time. Mike would just
have to take whatever he got.
My own body was shuddering almost continuously by this time,
as climax after climax rolled through me.
Suddenly my big brother jammed his thick prick to the root
in my belly, while he sent bolt after bolt of thick cream into my
sucking vagina. That made me climax even harder, and I worked
frantically on Jerry to bring him off as well. I did.
Jake was just slowing his frantic lunges; burying still more
thick cum in my womb, when my other big brother's prick suddenly
got bigger in my mouth and I felt the first thick squirt of cum
wash against my tonsils.
Mmmmm; that tasted good! Sometimes I almost wish I could
swallow all of my brothers' cum, instead of having some in my
cunny and ass. The boys always say they are willing; but I can't
ever seem to do it, as my cunny always aches to feel something
inside it when we get around to sex. Oh well, maybe someday.
Jake had just finished jamming his thick cock inside me;
leaving my cunny full of his precious seed, when Mike started to
cum.
5
"Damn," I thought, "missed it by 'that' much!" Oh well. I
stripped the last tasty drops of sperm from Jerry's prick, while
my little brother shuddered and shook; trying to shove his prick
as far up in my ass as he could, while leaving as much thick
white cum in me as possible. "Oh well," I thought, "four points
ain't bad at all."
Afterwards I tightened my cunny around Jake's thick prick,
and stripped a last gob of warm cum up into my tummy. I did the
same thing to Mike, and managed to get a last tasty drop out of
Jerry's prick as well. My own body was still shuddering with
mini-climaxes, but for the most part I was done as well.
"Pretty good; four points, huh?" I said, as we finally
rolled apart. It's a good idea to confirm who came when, as soon
as possible afterwards, as some people have a tendency to forget
just who did what an hour or two later.
"Huh?" said Jake. Oh damn! An argument. Usually, we all
agree on who came when; trusting the person in the middle to be
honest about things. Still, Jake is the fairest one of all of
us. He COULD get his way lots more times, and none of us younger
kids would object, but he always makes sure we all get our
"share".
"I mean," said Jake, "that you just got a last drop out of
me, and since the other two boys were still cumming, I thought
you deserved a six."
My older brother looked at his two younger siblings, and
they nodded in agreement. "A nine, really," observed Mike.
"She's STILL cumming. I can feel it around my prick."
"Nine," agreed Jake, while Jerry echoed him.
"Thanks boys," I said; panting while I recovered from that
wondrous episode. "If I win, I'll make it feel REAL good for all
of you."
"Promise?" asked Jerry, with a teasing grin.
"I promise," I said; giving him a kiss in response. Only
this wasn't just a little-girl kiss; I stuck my tongue halfway
down his throat. Since I had already cleaned his prick off with
my mouth; this was somewhat to make-up for what my brothers would
get that he wouldn't.
Jerry didn't mind; giving me as big a kiss in response.
Damn, there's something incredibly erotic about kissing your
own brother. I was so glad my big brother had let me join in,
when I caught the three of them going at it about three years
ago.
I had just walked in on them one morning, when I was about
10 years old. None of us kids were shy with each other; often
seeing each other naked around the house. So, it was more with
interest than shock that when I found all three of my brothers
having fun together in bed. I just watched until they were
finished, before asking them what they were doing.
At the time I walked in, (Looking for a missing notebook fro
school that I never DID find.) My big brother Jake was lying
head-to-tail with Jerry, while Mike was behind his big brother;
poking his swollen little peter up the older boy's ass. Back
then, Mike didn't cum yet; but he sure enjoyed having sex anyway.
6
Once they were finished, Jake explained about how they were
playing "sandwich," and this time it had been Jerry's turn to be
the "filling." They all told me about how they had been playing
this game for several months, and each day they rotated; so each
of them got the chance once every three days of feeling BOTH
holes stuffed, and their prick sucked at the same time. Even if
they weren't the "filling," each of them got to get his rocks off
anyway.
No. None of them were the least embarrassed to tell their
sister about this. Why? Should they have been?
No; I wasn't either. Why?
Huh?! You mean some people's parents PUNISH them for
talking about sex?
What?!!! They punish them for going naked, or touching
their little sister?
No; our parents never did that. I can't imagine why they
would. I mean, that would just make us think that there was
something NASTY about sex, or doing it with your own brothers.
Thank goodness our parents love us more than that.
Anyway, once they finished explaining what they were doing,
and how the older boys got fun out of squirting white-stuff out
of their pricks, they seemed to expect me to be satisfied, and
leave them alone. Only I didn't.
I mean, they looked like they had all been having so much
fun, that I wanted to join in too. I may not have been able to
squirt white goo, like my big brothers did, but I liked to rub my
little cunny, and it had a bump that felt almost as good to rub
as the boys said it did for their cocks.
Jerry and Mike objected. They had already figured out that
it would be easy to fit in as many more boys as they wanted to,
but I wasn't a boy. I didn't have a prick to suck; so how could
I join in?
Only my big brother Jake came to my defense. He looked at
me kind of funny, but told the other kids they might find out
that it could be FUN to include a girl in their "sandwich"
playing. It was.
Jake explained to me that it hurt a little, the first time
for a girl. (Unlike a guy.) But when I insisted I wanted to try
it anyway, he had me sit on his prick, and slide down until it
was all the way up inside me.
It DID hurt a little at first, but once he squirted that
white-stuff up inside me, it began to feel better. Jerry then
had me roll-over on the bed and suck Jerry off; while Mike stuck
his prick up inside my ass; just like we did this morning.
He kept his cock inside me while they did; so his sperm
wouldn't leak out. Then, he explained the down-side to me.
It seems that all three boys had forgotten to mention that.
It seems, that we had to clean each other up. This was back in
the days before our parents moved the boys into the master-
bedroom, and they took the bedroom at the other end of the house.
Jake didn't want any of us going down to other end of the house
with sperm dribbling down our legs; and possibly making a mess on
the floor. . .
7
So the rule was: "If you make the mess; you clean it up."
Now, it wasn't such a big deal; with the bathroom right next
door, but by this time we had not only grown accustomed to the
practice, but it was part of the fun. At least mostly. Even the
nasty parts were kind of sexy too. So we just kept on doing it.
Which reminded me. . .
I got up on my knees, and then reversed myself in bed, so me
and my two brothers were no longer facing each other, but I
looked directly into my big brother's crotch. White sticky goo
made a big mess there. It looked delicious to me.
I started lapping up the mess; starting with a big white
drop oozing out the tip of my big brother's prick. At the same
time, a shock ran through my body, as I felt my big brother's
tongue return the favor by licking his cream and mine out of my
hot little hole. I started to climax all over again.
Jake didn't mind. He says this just makes it easier for him
to get me clean; as my cum is clear liquid that doesn't make a
mess. At the same time, I felt my little brother's tongue
ticking my asshole; as the little boy did HIS job of cleaning out
what he had spent in there. Surprisingly, none of the boys seem
to mind cleaning out the asshole they came in, even when the
other guy hasn't cleaned it out first, like I did this morning.
By the time I was about half finished licking the sticky
drops off my big brother's prick, he had given me at least three
mini-climaxes, and his prick was hard again; making it easy to
suck the last of the cream off the surface. Still, I carefully
did NOT suck him off, as this would have been cheating.
By now, all the boys knew I could cum many times to their
few, so it no longer seemed unfair that I got off while being
"cleaned-up" while they all had to wait for "next time."
Mike had just finished cleaning up my bottom; patiently
waiting for me to clean HIS prick, and Jake and I were about
halfway through cleaning each other up, (Jake's prick and pubic-
hair were a MESS, and it took quite a while for all the cum he
had squirted in me to drip out.) when our mother walked in.
Oh shit.
While we didn't feel guilty about what we were doing;
somehow we all knew that our parents wouldn't exactly approve of
it. Or at least Jake did, and we figured it out from his efforts
to keep things private.
I guess there was no doubt about what we had been doing
though. With my legs spread wide facing the just-opened door,
you could see right into my snatch, where a white bubble of goo
was oozing up to meet my big brother's tongue. I was so busy
cleaning my big brother up, that I wasn't even aware of Mother
taking in the sight of her little girl working diligently to
clean every drop of her big brother's sperm off his swollen
member; while her cunny-hole oozed thick white bubbles of her
brother's seed.
Besides that, Mike was still sitting there; a drop of white
oozing from HIS prick, while the "sheen" on Jerry's prick
announced the fact that even he wasn't just a disinterested
observer.
8
Jake says that Mother's mouth opened and closed several
times, before she came over to get a closer look. The first
thing I knew about it, was when I felt a thick finger slide up in
my horny little hole; bringing yet another climax wringing my
body out.
This was a little unfair, as the boys weren't supposed to
use their fingers on me; just their tongues, when cleaning me up.
(Just like I wasn't supposed to suck Jake off.) I looked up to
object, and noticed Mother sniffing the cum-streaked finger she
had just withdrawn from inside me.
"Yours?" she questioned Jake.
Jake nodded. I guess he didn't DARE say anything.
Mother turned to where I had just finished MY part of
cleaning up my big brother. "How long ago was your period?" she
asked.
"Huh?"
"Your period. . . Your monthlies."
At my still-blank look, she amplified further. "Bleeding
between your legs," she explained disgustedly. "When you use
tampons!"
Oh! "I dunno," I said. "Probably a week or two ago, I
guess." I wondered what the big deal was.
"Oh shit," repeated Mother. "If you were TRYING to get your
little sister pregnant, you probably couldn't have picked a
better time, could you?"
Jake just shrugged. I guess he didn't dare argue with our
mother.
I wondered what the big deal was. I mean, it's not as if
today was all that different from any other day. Tomorrow, when
It wasn't my turn to be "filling" I would still get fucked. The
only difference was today everybody would take turns filling my
front hole, while on the other three days I would always be the
one who got to be the "front-slice" of the "sandwich."
Jake had figured this all out three years ago, when he first
showed my brothers how a girl could fit into the rotation just as
nicely as another boy.
On the days I was the "filling," each of the boys took turns
at the three positions. When it was one of the boys' turns, I
would always take his prick up my front-hole, while the other two
boys swapped off mouth and rear.
That way, ALL of us got our sex-organs properly exercised,
while the "filling" of the sandwich got to have sex in his mouth
and rear too.
Sometimes we would pair-off, two and two, but usually we
played sandwich. Oh, occasionally, Jake would come into my room
at night, and leave me with a cunny full of my big brother's
sperm slowly oozing into my belly.
When he did that, for some reason he didn't WANT me to clean
up afterwards. I didn't mind. It was kind of nice to go to
sleep with my big brother's thick white sperm oozing from my
crack and all slippery and gooey inside me.
Occasionally, Jerry and I would get together out in the barn
too.
Mike never did anything like that though; seeming to be
satisfied with the fun we all had together.
9
Me? Heck, if all three boys had wanted to take me on one
after the other all through the day, I would have been agreeable.
Sore, but agreeable. I LIKE to feel my brother's pricks sliding
up in my hot little hole.
I like it even better, when they squirt that white-stuff up
inside me; making my cunny all slick and creamy with their sperm.
It makes me cum so much better when they do. (Of course, I
usually start cumming the moment anybody sticks a prick, finger
or tongue up my hole, so that's no surprise.)
We all waited for Mother to decide what she was going to do,
now that she had caught us.
"Oh, go ahead," she finally sighed. "You might as well
finish. If Cindy's going to have a baby, then she probably
already is. Your father and I will have to decide what we're
going to do about this before her next period. . . If she ever
has one, that is." Mother sighed again, before continuing, "Only
don't ever say that I condoned this, because I didn't."
She looked at the four of us, and left us with one final
comment, before going out and closing the door. "I didn't want
you kids to grow up with sexual-hangups, like we did. But I
think this is going a little bit too far."
I looked at Jerry; Jerry looked at Jake; Jake looked at
Mike: Mike looked back at me. Then we all looked at each other
and shrugged. Whatever it was, Mother hadn't told us to stop.
I finished licking Jake's big prick, and motioned to my
little brother. This was the part I wasn't so wild about, but I
wasn't about to "chicken-out" in front of my brothers.
Especially, as none of them ever raised an objection.
Not to mention the fact that I never had to do what my
little brother just did; lick somebody else's asshole. (Well,
OK. . . I HAVE done it a few times, but I never HAD to.) I
licked my little brother's prick clean. Even at the worst, a
prick that's been in your asshole isn't all that bad. When the
guy has "cum" inside you, it's a lot better, as the taste of
sperm covers up almost any other flavors. And, as I've mentioned
before, I LIKE the taste of sperm. Especially my brothers.
So with only a little effort I got my brother clean. I
could have done it without the enema, but I was still glad I was
prepared. Besides, the enema makes it nicer for my brother. Not
that he's ever objected to eating my shit.
When I finished getting Mike clean, (to the interested gaze
of my older brothers,) I collapsed back on the bed with a sigh.
"Now what was that, that Mother got so uptight about," I asked
Jake.
My big brother, who had been grinning up to that point,
looked at me with a kind of horror on his face. "You mean, you
really don't know?" he asked.
I looked at him blankly.
"Oh Shit!" he exclaimed; echoing our mother's words. "I'm
sorry, Cindy. I thought you knew! I thought Mother told you,
the same time she told the rest of us."
"Huh?" I said, blankly.
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"About getting pregnant. . . Having babies. . . That kind of
stuff."
"Huh?" again, from me. I was really showing my
brilliance. . . NOT!
Carefully, Jake began telling me about sex. How a woman
produced eggs. How those eggs ripened each month, when the woman
(girl in my case) got old enough, and waited to be fertilized by
the sperm from a man. (Or, boy. . . like my brothers.) As he
talked, my memory stirred. Yes, Mother HAD mentioned some of
this, it seemed like years ago, but I hadn't paid much attention.
I guess I should have. Jake told me how he had just assumed I
WANTED to get pregnant by him or his brothers, when I first came
into their room that day not long after my first period, and
about 6 months after Mother taught us all about sex and where
babies came from. Since then, he'd been doing his best to see
that I got what I wanted. Oh shit, indeed! No wonder Mother was
so upset.
By the time he finished explaining, and fully realized that
I had NOT known, my big brother was almost crying; saying he was
sorry, but he thought I wanted it.
Jerry and Mike were looking at me kind of surprised too. (I
found out later, that unlike Jake, they weren't even thinking
about getting me pregnant, they just liked the feel of their
pricks sliding in and out of a hot little hole, whether it was on
the backside of their brothers, or the front of their sister. It
just felt good. They both knew about how babies were made, but
had never thought about it applying to either me OR them.
Jake had. Only when his 10-year-old little sister had come
barging into their room, not long after her first period, he had
just assumed she knew what she wanted. In fact, (as he reminded
me) he had asked me several times if I was sure that I wanted to
do those things.
Well, I had. Wanted to join in the sexy fun the boys were
having. All too often it seemed I got left out of things, just
because I was a girl. This had just been one more of those
things where my brothers seemed to be allowed to have fun that I
wasn't. So, when my big brother had asked me, "If I was SURE I
wanted to do these things," of course I said, "Yes."
When he asked me if I minded getting pregnant, (I don't
actually remember that part, but I'm sure he did; just like he
says he did.) I'm sure I said "yes," to that too. Heck, I didn't
even know what "getting pregnant" meant. If my brother had asked
me if I wanted to get garfled (imaginary word here) then I'm sure
I would have said "Yes," as long as it allowed me to join in the
fun with the other.
Now it was MY turn to say, "Oh shit." I could have my big
brother's baby growing inside my tummy right now. According to
Mother, there was a very good chance.
She was right about something else too though. If I was
gonna get pregnant this month, then I probably already was. "No
point in crying over spilt milk," as the old saying goes.
I told this to my big brother. After all, it wasn't HIS
fault I didn't listen. Besides, he seemed to feel so sorry about
something I wasn't even sure I cared that much about.
"It's OK, Jake," I said.
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"Huh?" This time it was my big brother's turn to be
brilliant.
"I said, 'It's OK.'," I repeated. "You can get me pregnant
if you want to." That seemed to be the easiest way to make my
big brother feel better.
"You mean it Cindy?" he asked. "You don't mind if I
accidentally knocked you up?"
"Knocked what off?" I asked; perplexed.
Jake giggled; his tears still running down his cheeks, but
getting flung off as he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Knock you up, Silly Goose," he teased me. "Get you
pregnant. Knob you. Make a baby in that cute little tummy of
yours. Put a bun in your oven. Plant a watermelon in your
belly. Get you in a family-way. They all mean the same
thing. . . Where you and I make a baby start growing inside you."
"Oh," I said. "I guess, if you say so."
"No," corrected Jake. "It's if YOU say so. If you really
don't want to get pregnant, I'll have Mother put you on the pill
or something."
I remembered how happy my big brother had been, when he
thought I wanted to get pregnant. . . Then I thought about how he
had looked when he thought it was all a mistake. No way could I
hurt my brother like that. I love all my brothers, but
especially Jake. He always takes such good care of us littler
kids. "It's OK, Jake," I repeated my earlier statement. "I
don't mind. . . Really."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thanks, Little Sister," he said.
"Why?" I asked. "I'll enjoy it too."
My big brother looked at me seriously for a minute. "Maybe
I'd better explain a little more later," he commented. "In the
meantime, if you don't mind, and Mother's probably right anyway
about it not mattering now; we'd all better get going and do the
chores."
"Oh shit!" This time, the exclamation came from all three
of us. Jake was right. We had been so involved with discussing
sex and babies, that we were late for doing chores. If we didn't
hurry, we wouldn't have time for the afternoon-break, that we
usually used for the second "rotation" in our "sandwich" game. I
couldn't wait 'til this afternoon, to feel Jerry squirting a baby
in my tummy; now that I knew what was going on.
I love my brothers. . . All three of them. If any one of
them made a baby in me, I knew I would love it. Still, I really
kind of hoped it was Jake's.
Just think. . . Two more rotations where it was my turn to
be the "filling," and then tomorrow it would be my big brother's
turn.
If I was lucky, maybe we could go four times today, and I'd
get to feel Jake squirting his baby-juice inside my tight little
slit one more time tonight. Then tomorrow, I would get to feel
him make a baby in me three or four more times, before his turn
in the center of the sandwich was up.
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I hoped I caught before then. Well, if not, it would still
be fun trying with my other brothers. Damn! How was I going to
make it to lunch-time, and my turn to be "filling" for the
"sandwich?"
I suddenly got took with a set of giggles, as I grabbed a
bucket and headed off to do MY share of the chores. Yeah, I was
going to be the "filling" all right! I knew that sometime in the
next few months at least one of my brothers would be "filling" my
womb with our baby. I giggled again. I just HAD to remember and
tell the other kids this one. "Filling for a sandwich." What a
sexy thought.
Now that I thought about it, "stuffing" would be more like
it. I would be "stuffed" like a turkey, if I got anywhere as big
as our cousin Marsha did, before she had her second baby at 14.
Now that Jake had explained things to me, suddenly some things
became quite clear. I wondered how big MY tummy would get before
I had a baby. Oh well; not to worry. It would get as big as it
got.
Damn! Why do chores have to take so long? I'm so itchy
between the legs, I can hardly wait. Now that I KNOW I might get
pregnant, it seems to excite me even more!
When I got back inside from doing my chores, my brothers
were still working. So, I sat down to write this up, to keep
from jittering while I wait.
Maybe tonight I'll write some more; but it's finally lunch-
time, and my brothers are back. When we finish eating, it'll be
time for a nap; but I know the boys and I won't get much sleeping
done in OUR end of the house. Not while it's MY turn, anyway!
Gee, I love playing "sandwich."
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