ABUSED.TXT "Sexually abused?" (Mmmmmfff, incest, NC/c, preg, very pedo) !!!!! WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING !!!!! (Unneeded squick-alert coming up!) Note: THIS story is NOT the usual "nice" story I write about little girls who like sex having fun with their parents, or other relatives. In fact, this story comes close to being fully non- consensual. It involves little girls being forced to have sex before either they or their bodies are ready for it. And while the "force" involved is not physical . . . only peer and parental pressure, the difference between a little girl knowing her parents will be displeased if she doesn't have sex with her brothers, and them holding her down while the boys forcibly rape her, is a very fine distinction to my mind. If this sort of thing squicks you, then don't even read the rest of this note, as it gets much worse. Go on and read some other story. (If you don't want to learn more about the story ahead of time, then skip the rest, and come back after you've read the story. On the other hand, if you're still worried about whether you should read it or not, then continue.) | v WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING !!!!! (Lecture and propaganda coming up!) Still reading? More warnings and some story description: While the woman in this story wouldn't have punished her daughter for NOT having sex, the woman DID ignore the child's complaints and pleas when she did; simply insisting that the little girl continue, whether she liked it or not, and if it hurt her or not. To me, this is as criminal as if the woman had tied her little girl to the bed, and had the boys gang-rape her; even though the woman would never see the similarity between her telling the girl to fuck her brothers and them raping her; and she would have been just as outraged and horrified as we would be, if she had found her sons holding down the child and forcing the little girl to have sex with them, when she didn't want it Yes, the woman in the story actually DID think she was doing the best thing for her little girl . . . for some reason, even being turned-on by the thought of her young daughter possibly being hurt or even torn inside by taking a full-sized penis inside her body when it hadn't yet developed enough to be hyperplastic like an older girl would be at nine or ten years old. As long as the child wasn't permanently damaged, and didn't require major medical attention, then she thought it was OK. WHY she thinks this way, you'll read in the story. If the thought of little girls being hurt when having sex, and their parents not seeming to care bothers you, then skip this story . . . it's not really nice. Still, the adults in this story DO love their children . . . in their own way . . . and want what THEY think is best for them. This is not what you or I think would be best for a child, but then we aren't raising their children, now are we? Just as we would be horrified at the way they treat their children, they would be equally horrified by the way we treat ours. This story is about life and sex from a different viewpoint . . . not one that I like or approve of, but one that is possible. After all, aren't we ALL products of the way WE were brought up? We all find the same things nasty and obscene that we learned as a child were nasty and obscene. If our parents spanked us when we were naughty, we think it's unconscionably irresponsible to neglect to discipline a child when the child throws a tantrum, as that way the kid learns it can get away with whatever it wants to if it just yells and screams loud enough. On the other hand, if we were lucky enough (or unlucky enough, depending on your point of view) to have parents who didn't believe in laying a hand on a child no matter HOW great the provocation, then we probably think spanking is barbaric torture of a child; and people who do it should be jailed. Later in life, people get other differences in viewpoints . . . . Some people think forcing a woman to have a baby she doesn't want is virtual slavery for any woman who happens to get pregnant. Other people, just as loudly declare that any woman who has an abortion is committing murder. Two completely valid viewpoints, and both as far apart as those you might have about raising children, and the viewpoint of the woman in this story. I'm not saying either viewpoint is correct, or either viewpoint is wrong. Just like I'm not saying which viewpoint on abortion is right or which is wrong. Either or both might be right, and either or both might be wrong. It's not for me to decide for other people. However, I am NOT raising my kids like the woman in this story does . . . no matter HOW erotic it sounds. That might be right for the woman in the story, but I'd sooner cut my throat than treat a child of mine that way. Still, I can't call the woman or man in the story evil, because they aren't. And in their own way, they love their children just as much as we do ours. Mauri tribesmen tattoo their children's faces, when they're younger than the girl in this story; puncturing the skin many times without anesthetic in a fashion that would be considered sheer torture if done without permission. And the children not only sit there patiently while the person pokes dull needles through the skin and forces dye underneath it, but actually look forward to the process, as it shows they are becoming adults in their society. (Even though the process might start when the child is only 6 years old.) Who are WE to say these parents are being cruel for mutilating their children like this? Try and take a similar look at the upbringing of this woman, and the way SHE wants what is best for HER children. Perhaps we can no more think of raising our children that way, than we could think of forcing dirty needles under the skin of our sons and daughters . . . but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate WHY she does what she does . . . just like we appreciate why a Mauri woman is proud of her child when it gets it's first tattoo. It may not be right for us and our children, but might it possibly be right for her and hers? I don't know. Just like I don't know if the right to have an abortion is freedom from sexual slavery, or legalized murder. You be the judge. (Now, after that long spiel, I'll get off my soapbox, and you can start reading the story!) Sexually abused? An Erotic Story I looked in on my sons, to make sure they were getting up. Well, whether they were getting up, was a good question. For sure, they had all been "getting it up" as two of the boys were lying panting on the bed; white streaks on their penises, with a thick white drop oozing from the younger boy's wilting prick onto his tummy, while the eldest was sliding HIS swollen peter in and out of my daughter's clasping little hole in a manner that told me the boy would soon be decorating the inside of the child's womb with his thick white sperm, just like his two younger brothers obviously had, a few minutes earlier. In fact, from the look of things, the incestuous sperm the 20-year-old would shortly be ejaculating in his 10-year-old little sister's womb, would be the second or third squirt he had ejaculated inside her, while the two younger boys had also gone at least twice. I was very proud of all four of the kids. As I watched, the older boy's strokes got even longer and more violent; while his little sister wrapped her legs around his body; encouraging the older boy to fill her vagina with his potent seed. Even after cumming inside the little girl once (Or was it twice now?), the older boy didn't take all that long before the little girl's squeezing little cunny got the better of him, and I watched (careful to not interrupt) while he shuddered and I saw thick bulges run through the tube on the bottom of the boy's prick, while Nancy's vagina gulped each thick white surge, and milked her big brother's prick for each precious drop of his potent seed. You could tell the boy was doing his best to plant a baby in the child's womb, while Nancy was doing HER best to help her older brother do it. As I said, I'm SO proud of all four kids. Ever since Nancy was six years old, and I found out that none of her brothers had any hangups about having full unprotected vaginal sex with his own little sister, I moved the pre-schooler down to her brothers' room, so they could all practice making a baby in the little girl as often as they wanted. It had taken a few weeks for the 6-year-old to get used to being fucked . . . especially by her 16-year-old brother, but after a few weeks my daughter finally stopped pleading to be allowed to return to her own bed, and before the year was out, the child was just as happy fucking her big brothers, as they were fucking her. By the time Nancy was seven (about 9 months after I first moved her in with the boys) I even offered to let the little girl return to her own room, if she STILL found it painful or even annoying to sleep with her brothers. Then Nancy almost begged me as hard to NOT make her move back to her old room, as she had begged me that first day to LET her go back. It seems by then the cute little slut LIKED getting fucked six to ten times a day (and sometimes two or three times that often) by her teenaged brothers. 1 From then on, I only kept a cursory eye on the almost continuous orgy going on in the boys' bedroom, as all three boys used their little sister as a sperm receptacle whenever the urge hit them. Occasionally, one of the boys would get the "urge" right in the middle of dinner or watching TV, and pull the little girl's panties down and fuck her right there . . . or sometimes have her suck him off . . . or even fuck the little girl in the ass while the whole family watched. Nancy never complained, or even showed any signs of disgust at being used as a repository for her big brothers' seed; simply allowing the boy to use her body in whatever manner he wanted to; while doing her best to get him off with her cunny, ass, or throat as appropriate. She even seemed to LIKE it, especially when being fucked in the cunny; giving little mewls of appreciation, while milking her older brothers' sperm into her body. Occasionally, this got my husband so excited, that HE felt obliged to fuck the little girl too; squirting HIS seed into the child's womb, or her eager little mouth; but mostly it was the boys who kept our daughter's body full of incestuous cum; as Marvin didn't usually fuck the little girl more than three or four times a week (unless he was especially horny). Still, it was a very rare week he didn't fill the child's womb with her father's sperm at least two or three times. Compared to the little girl having each of her horny brothers pumping his sperm in their sister's tight little slit two or three times a day, my husband's meager contribution was probably barely noticed (except that Nancy would almost certainly complain if her father neglected her by not fucking her cute little pussy at least two or three times a week . . . not that I would let him treat her that way). From the time she was six years old until now, I don't think Nancy has gone over 5 hours without at least ONE thick white squirt of family seed entering her body through one orifice or another. Thank goodness neither my husband nor any of my sons have any reservations about fucking a pre-teen girl right in the cunny, and filling her womb with his incestuous cum, like my father did. I watched as Mike gave one last emphatic shove into his little sister, and was sure the boy (well, almost a man) was doing his best to father a child on the little girl, while he drained his thick sperm into the child's womb. Such a delicious thought, that Nancy might already be carrying one of her brothers' baby in her cute little tummy. I had been almost 12, the first time I had my period, but that didn't mean my daughter couldn't start even sooner. I've heard of quite a few girls who started menstruating at nine years old, or even younger . . . such a delicious thought. In fact, it was this thought that made me keep watching until Mike finally rolled off the little girl, and lay there panting beside her. Nancy just lay there, legs spread after releasing her big brother, and her hole slowly closing around the thick white puddle of cum her brother had just deposited inside her. Even after fucking all three brothers at least twice each, my daughter still managed to keep almost all of their incestuous sperm in her vagina where it belonged. 2 By the time the child's hole had retracted to it's normal tiny self, with the elasticity of youth, only a tiny bubble of her big brother's cum oozed out of her. I gave one last happy look at the four incestuous lovers on the bed (my 10-year-old daughter and her three older brothers); feeling proud of the boys for doing such a good job of filling their little sister with cum, when I noticed it . . . Mike's prick had a red streak on it. Oh shit. Since it had been over four years since Nancy lost her virginity to the boys, this could only mean one thing . . . my little girl was entering puberty; and if things continued the way they had for the past few years, the little girl would be nursing one of her brothers' baby before this year was over. I had to do something to prevent that . . . no matter HOW erotic the idea was. That afternoon I explained to the three boys that their little sister would no longer be sleeping in their bed, and why. Surprisingly, none of the boys objected to the "why" part; even though none of them minded the idea of fathering a child on their little sister. No, it seems they were only worried about they were going to do, now that their permanent sex-partner had been removed from their bed, with almost as little notice as the girl had when I first moved her in with them. To ME, this was funny. "You still have at least THREE other sisters, not counting the baby," I reminded them. "Sherry is seven years old by now, and that's almost a whole year older than Nancy was, on her first time. And Cindy, while she's only five, isn't even a year younger than that. So don't go complaining that you don't have someone to fuck, when you've got at least two healthy sisters who should be able to help you out . . . maybe even three. OK?" This thought never seemed to have occurred to the boys. While they had been fucking Nancy since she was six years old, they had never even thought of the other three girls as possible sex-partners, because they had been growing all this time and were MEN, while the little girls had seemed like babies to them. I mean, grown men don't fuck babies. Still, once I pointed out that Sherry was older than her big sister was when they first started fucking HER, the idea of fucking the little girls seemed to appeal to the boys. God, I could barely wait to see all three boys pumping thick white baby-juice in the tight little slits of their little sisters at the same time. Well . . . maybe Tina was a little young, at only four years old. Still, the two older girls could take care of the three horny boys until she WAS old enough to help out. For a moment the thought of three man-sized pricks stretching their tiny slits almost made me wish I had started Nancy at least a year younger than I had. Then I decided it was better the way I had. At least Cindy would have Sherry to take some of her older brothers' lust; unlike when Nancy was young, and the little 6-year-old had to service all three boys by herself, when she was still a virgin. Ten minutes later I was pleased to hear a loud "Ow!" from Cindy's bedroom, as the two younger boys took turns in giving the 5-year-old her first fuck. The whimpers and cries of the little girl, then the groans and emphatic grunts of the two teenagers as they filled the child's womb with their sperm for the first time, was unmistakable. 3 As I said, none of my sons seems to have any trouble with the idea of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own little sisters; or filling their wombs with incestuous sperm. In fact, the idea of getting their own little sister pregnant with their babies seems to be more of a turn-on to the kids than a worry about getting the little girl in trouble. God I'm so proud of my kids. That night, I made sure Nancy slept in our bedroom, as I didn't want any of the boys forgetting, and slipping his prick in the little girl where he might get the child pregnant with his baby. To be even safer, I had Nancy sleep between me and Marvin, so she couldn't sneak out and fuck one of the boys during the night (not that I don't trust her OR the boys . . . it's just that habits, especially sexual habits, die so hard). The feel of the 10-year-old's developing titties rubbing against mine was SO erotic. I had forgotten just how sexy it was having a youngster in bed with you . . . especially a little girl who likes sex as much as Nancy does. It must have been even MORE erotic for Marvin; having the little girl's cute little butt snuggled back against his swelling erection. I reached between Nancy's legs while she lifted them, to grab my husband's swelling prick, and swab the leaking tip against my daughter's equally slippery little slit. Then with a shove, while I held his prick up against the child's hole, Marvin sank it to the root in the little girl's belly. Knowing that Nancy was fertile now, and that if he ejaculated inside her during the next week or so there would be a good chance Nancy could have her own father's baby growing inside her, was so erotic I had a climax myself, without even playing with my clitoris. Feeling my husband sliding his thick prick in and out of our daughter, while knowing he WOULD be filling the child's womb with his sperm, and possibly even his baby, was SO erotic. As you can guess by now, I was sexually abused as a child. From the time I was seven years old (actually, from about a month before my seventh birthday) until I was a little over thirteen, my father had visited my bedroom almost every night (sometimes twice a night; and sometimes missing a night or two). Of course, I had never objected to Dad fucking me in the mouth, ass, or even cunny; taking my virginity and filling my womb with squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous cum. Why should I? I mean, Dad was my FATHER. What girl do YOU know who would object to what her father tells her to do? Even if that "what" involves having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with him. No, of course I never objected. In fact, before a month was up, I was humping back at my father as eagerly as he was humping into me; trying to get Dad to fill my womb with the gooey squirts that seemed to soothe the itch between my legs like nothing else has before or since. After a while, fucking Dad in the morning seemed to be just one of the things a girl does. I never mentioned it to anybody, even my own mother, because it just seemed so normal. I mean, you don't tell your mother you're brushing your teeth or taking a pee, do you? Fucking Dad was just that normal. 4 I don't really remember the first time Dad fucked me; even though I know it must have hurt like heck. I do remember sitting in the empty tub afterwards; (whether Dad fucked me there, or in bed and I was just cleaning up after, I don't know) looking down where a thick dribble of white oozed out of my sore little cunny. A tiny streak of red showed where my father had torn me inside (whether just my virginity, or something more serious, I'll never know. In any case, I didn't get sick from it). I DO vaguely remember the second time though; being slightly scared and a little sore inside from the first time. Still, I never even thought of asking Dad to stop; and soon he was grunting and panting in a manner that became very familiar in later years, as he slid in and out before filling my cunny with thick white goo. All the time (then, and for the years that followed) my father kept telling me how I was his "GOOD little girl" and how I was making Daddy feel good, and how he liked the feeling of my cunny squeezing on him like that, and how good it felt to squirt his sperm inside me. With encouragement like this, it wasn't long before I was looking forward each time to feeling Dad on top of me, with his thick prick buried to the hilt in my belly, even if it DID hurt. And within a year, it didn't. From then on, Dad would slide into my bed, usually about once a day (well, OK, night). Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to feel the bed sagging, as my father slid in bed with me; sometime just snuggling up to me and slipping his "thing" inside me until feeling my cunny around his swollen prick made him squirt. Other times it would be in the mornings when he got up to pee that he would stop in my room, climb between my legs, and fuck me "missionary style" until he came in thick white squirts inside me. After a while, I began to notice a pattern . . . it was the times that Mom didn't feel like sex, or was unavailable that usually led to my father sliding in bed with me and filling MY womb with sperm, instead of hers. During the times Mom went home to visit her parents, Dad usually had me stay in their room; fucking me two or three times a day while she was gone. A couple of times Mom came back and found me still in bed with Dad, but she seemed to think that while it was cute for a little girl to snuggle up to her father like that, I (on the other hand) was getting to be too much of a "big girl" to sleep in the same bed with her father. Still, she never seemed to object very hard, even when I was lying there under the covers with Dad's thick prick still oozing thick white cum in my cunny. So, if Mom didn't mind me taking care of Dad while she was away, I certainly wasn't about to tell my own father "No", if he wanted to "use" me to jack-off into. I sure didn't mind. For some reason Mom didn't seem to be interested in what Dad and I were doing; as she never asked me about what Dad and I did together while she was gone; and even the few times Dad fell asleep in my bed, she never asked what he was doing there. So, since she didn't seem to be interested, I never told her when Dad taught me how to suck cock (at the same time he showed ME what it felt like by licking my cunny until I was almost sore from cumming so much), or when Dad first fucked me up the ass or even when I had my first period (even though I was so proud that I could finally get pregnant by Dad). 5 THAT part, about having periods anyway, I guess Dad DID tell Mom, because shortly thereafter she got me some tampons, and seemed real surprised that I could slide them all the way up inside me without any trouble at all. This got me a real funny look from Mom, but she never said anything, so I never volunteered. By the time I was seven or eight, I was working just as hard as Dad was, to get him to cum inside me. By then, I had learned to suck him off, take his thick prick up my ass (I didn't like that NEAR as much as taking it in my cunny where it belonged) and doing other things like 69, and even some really weird things like pissing on each other. Daddy made them ALL feel good. By the time I was ten years old, if Dad hadn't fucked or sucked me at least once a week (and preferably once a day), I was almost ready to climb the walls. I guess being stimulated so young made me really appreciate how good sex is. That's why I make sure ALL of my kids learn as early as possible. Especially the girls. I don't want any of them missing out on any of the pleasures I had. It's the loving I got from my father during these early years, that made it so hard to accept his abuse of me later. I mean, Dad fucking me from the time I turned 7, just made me all prepared to go the whole way, and even have his kids. Then, after all that loving, to have my own father treat me like that . . . well, what can I say? Just that none of MY kids will ever be abused like I was. When I was about ten years old I learned that what Dad and I were doing was what made babies in little girls; even if I was too young back then to have one myself. Once I learned THIS, fucking Dad began to have new meaning to me. The thought that my own father loved me enough to want me to carry his babies was thrilling. Only it turns out Dad was just a pervert . . . someone interested in having sex with a little girl, NOT the loving father I thought he was. (Well, I TOLD you I was sexually abused. Huh? No, of course not! Having sex is NOT abuse. Abuse, is when somebody gets hurt by what you do.) It was when I was twelve, that I first found out my father didn't really love me; he just liked to use my hole as a convenient receptacle to jack-off into. If I sound bitter, I am. It was just past my twelfth birthday, when I had my first period. At first, I didn't notice any changes in Dad's actions around me. We still had sex almost every day; only after a month or two I began to notice that Dad had started pulling out a lot more often than he used to. Oh, when I was younger, Dad would sometimes give me a bath in thick white sperm; squirting it all over my body. Sometimes he liked to cum in my face (just for the looks) and a few times he just jacked-off into me, while I held my hole open so he could squirt inside it, instead of sliding his prick in me and doing it properly. (Dad seemed to think there was something incredibly erotic about just squirting his seed into my hole, while not actually penetrating me.) 6 Only THIS was different. Before, Dad would do this about once every month or two. Now, he seemed to do it for several days in a row. Eventually I noticed he seemed to pull out about every time for about a week each month. It wasn't until almost five months had passed, that I figured it had something to do with my periods. When I confronted my father, he admitted it! Yes, Dad admitted he was DELIBERATELY pulling out when he thought I had a chance of getting pregnant; wasting his seed on my tummy, so it wouldn't get inside me and make a baby. I was devastated! Here I had thought my father loved me so much he was going to let me carry his child . . . and then he goes and cheats me of even having a chance! I went to bed, and cried for what felt almost like a week. That night, and for the next week or so, I just lay there and let Dad use my body to jack-off into, while I barely acknowledged his presence by squeezing his prick when he came inside me. After a while I got over it though . . . or at least I thought I did. I had read some more about sex by that time; and realized that even with Dad pulling out during my "best" time, there was still a fairly good chance I might get PG anyway. And besides, the books all pointed out that "coitus interruptus" was NOT a very reliable method of birth-control; so even with Dad pulling out and leaving the main thick heavy squirts of sperm on my tummy instead of inside my vagina where it belonged, there was STILL a fairly good chance I would get pregnant anyway. I realized then that maybe Dad wasn't really cheating me after all . . . at least, until I was about thirteen years old. After about a year into puberty, my breasts had started to develop, my cunny had a nice coating of black hair, and my hips were widening . . . all signs that my body was getting ready for the thing that separates women from girls . . . having a baby. The fact that my first baby would be my own father's, was getting me so excited I could barely contain it without telling everybody. Then came that fateful day, when Dad got just too cruel. At first, I didn't notice anything different . . . oh, a slightly funny smell maybe. Only that wasn't what got my attention. I was right between periods, and THIS time it looked like Dad wasn't going to pull out! I was SO happy! Dad didn't. In fact, he seemed to take a lot longer than usual, thrusting himself fully into me, when he squirted his seed. It was only afterwards when he pulled out that I noticed the slick covering on his prick, and the sagging bag hanging off the tip. Dad had used a condom on me! When I asked him about it, he explained that he was NOT getting his own daughter pregnant. That was the last straw. It was bad enough having Dad pull out during my best time to catch . . . but to have him stick a rubber bag over his prick and cheat me of ALL chances of feeling him get me pregnant . . . I couldn't take it any more . . . I went and told Mom how Dad was treating me like a little girl, instead of a woman who wanted to have his child. 7 That night, Mom and Dad had the biggest argument I ever heard from either of them; and the next day Dad had left. I had never realized how bad Mom would think it was, treating me like that; fucking me, but not letting me get pregnant with his baby. If I had, maybe I would have just put up with his abuse. After all, having a baby isn't everything. Dad STILL was a pretty good fuck; even if he did have all these funny hang-ups about getting his own little girl pregnant. Mom though, explained how she was NOT going to have a man around the house that abused his own daughter like that, and nothing I could say would change her mind. In fact, for some reason, the more I told her about how Dad had been fucking me for years, the more it seemed to make her certain he was abusing me by not giving me the child I wanted. She certainly seemed to just get angrier and angrier at Dad, whenever I mentioned how much I missed at least feeling him slide up inside me, even if I couldn't get pregnant. I guess Dad having treated me so nicely about sex all those years seemed to make it even worse (as far as Mom was concerned) when he started abusing me like that. At least my telling her how much I had loved fucking Dad over the years kept her from calling the police and sending him jail. Well, Dad's loss was my uncle's gain. Mom's little brother hadn't heard about me and Dad for over three days, before he was trying to seduce me. As for me, once I learned that my horny uncle didn't have any qualms about having full, bare, unprotected, vaginal sex with his own barely pubescent niece, I was hauling him into my bed, where he was soon ejaculating thick white gobs of incestuous sperm in my tummy where it belonged. I was pregnant with my uncle's baby before the week was out. For some reason, Mom didn't catch on for two years to the torrid affair taking place between her daughter and little brother. The first baby she thought was Dad's; which instead of mollifying her, once she thought he had gotten me pregnant anyway, like I wanted, seemed to make her even angrier at the thought he had done it by accident, instead of on purpose. Only Marvin and I knew exactly what we were doing, when he filled my 13, and then 14-year-old womb with his babies. In fact, it was only when I was pregnant with his third kid, that Mom realized her horny little brother was spending an inordinate amount of time in my room, and found him pumping baby-juice in my tummy one afternoon. By then, it was far too late for her to object; so Marvin and I were married a month later when I turned 16 and could get married with my parents' permission. Dad never raised an objection, and Mom insisted. In fact, once she saw me safely married to my uncle, Mom seemed to have a change of heart with Dad, and they got back together not two weeks after the wedding. I find it hard to believe; but I think maybe my mother was jealous of me, and all the sex I was getting from her husband! 8 As for me and my uncle? Well, you never saw two happier people at the alter than us. For the next 14 years Marvin and I popped out babies just as fast as we could; until today there are eight kids in the house, of which Marvin has fathered five on me (I'll explain the other three later). With the oldest boy now twenty years old, and the youngest still in diapers, there's a full range of children in the house, and plenty of chances for incestual love like I was raised with. I even think my husband might have succeeded in planting yet another kid in my tummy right now; so if we're lucky it will be almost as though any child he plants in Nancy will have a twin. Thinking of which . . . I felt between my daughter's legs, where it was gulping her father's thick prick. I felt one, two, then three bulges in the tube on the bottom of my husband's penis, as he squirted inside her. Unlike MY father, Marvin has no objections to having full sexual intercourse with his own daughter, and getting her pregnant with his babies. At least OUR children won't be sexually abused like I was. By the time Nancy is ready to start college, Marvin should have fathered at least four or five kids on her, so she'll enjoy having as many of his babies stretching her cute little tummy as she wants, just like I did. When she comes back, Nancy can either marry one of the boys (since she doesn't have any uncles to marry like I did) or find somebody else to fuck, as she pleases. At least our daughter had a proper start in life, instead of being sexually abused by her own father like I was. Twice during the night I was woken up by the bed jiggling, as my husband did his best to father a child on our little girl. My uncle is almost as horny as all three of our boys. It was only after the third time of squirting his thick white cum in our daughter's belly, that Marvin finally lost his hard-on and slid out of the little girl's tight little hole with a slurp. This woke me up, so I had to go pee. After making sure Nancy and Marvin were OK, and not dribbling cum all over the sheets, I went to the bathroom, and then took a small tour of the house to check on the rest of the family. Not surprisingly, the boys' bedroom was completely empty for the first night in six years. Sherry and Cindy's bedroom (as expected) was NOT empty. I looked in and found Jerry and Sam sleeping cuddled up to the two pre-teens. Jerry was just lying cuddled up face-to-face with Sherry, while the slick look of his limp prick showed the boy had probably drained himself two or three times into the little girl's body. The older boy was cuddled up spoon fashion with the Cindy; his thick prick still half-buried in the child; and his pulse making slight ripples in the member, as if he was involuntarily pumping little gobs of sperm into his little sister while he slept. The thought of the 18-year-old getting off in the little girl's 5-year-old tummy like that, was so erotic it was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm right there. Well, it was obvious that the two boys would be keeping their little sisters' wombs adequately filled with incestuous sperm, just like they had Nancy's for almost four years now. At least for a while I wouldn't have to worry about where the boys were having sex. 9 Still, that left four family members unaccounted for. I knew Mike would NOT be sleeping in his little sister Nancy's old room, so that left one place. I was right. The two youngest kids were sleeping soundly in the crib together, but the light was on, and the two remaining occupants were NOT sleeping. "Oooh, Papa please . . . it HURTS," came the plaintive whimper of the little 4-year-old. I looked closer to be certain. Sure enough, my 20-year-old son was having full vaginal intercourse with his own daughter. The striking difference between the full-grown man and the tiny little girl was both scary, and at the same time incredibly erotic. In spite of her whimpers of pain, it was obvious that this was NOT the first time for the two incestuous lovers; as no streak of red marred the slick member sinking into the little girl's body; and she only occasionally winced when the 20-year- old boy struck bottom inside her overstretched little cunny. "Sorry, Hon; but Papa's got to cum, OK?" In spite of his obviously horny condition, the older boy was not fucking the child with the same vigor he usually used on her older sister. It was only when he reached bottom in the little girl, that she winced each time, and it must have been an especially deep thrust that had brought on the complaint I heard. "Ow," she said, as her father made an particularly deep thrust. "It's OK Papa, you can cum in me if you want to . . . I don't mind." The little girl clenched her jaw shut determinedly, as my son stroked harder into our little girl. Mike must have been already cumming, when his daughter's words struck home. Up to then, there had always been about an inch or two remaining outside the child, as Mike was just too big to get all six inches of prick inside her. Only suddenly he jammed forward, and there wasn't ANY of his prick outside the little girl's slit. When cumming, the older boy had obviously lost control, and just jammed himself in his child's belly as hard as he could. "Ow!" yelled Tina; then, "Oh please, Papa. Oh please. Oh please?" The little girl's whimpers of pain were almost heartbreaking; but I knew better than to interrupt. The child had to learn sometime to take her father's sperm inside her womb, and what better time than when she was young? She'd just have to learn to stand the pain like I did when Dad first fucked me, and Nancy had that day when she first got gang-banged by all three of her brothers. The shuddering of the 20-year-old, as he almost covered the little girl's body with his, let me know the older boy was doing his best to father a baby on his own baby girl, even if she WAS only four years old. To my shame, I almost wished he would succeed; even though having a child at that age would be very dangerous for such a young girl. Tina whimpered a little more, as her father's strokes into her body eased; and he finally rested with his sperm still oozing into his little girl's developing young womb. "Oh hi, Momma," she said; finally noticing me. "Papa and I were practicing making a baby." 10 "And did you?" I asked; pleased at the little girl's acceptance of her father's fucking; making not one complaint to me about how much it hurt to take the older boy's swollen prick all the way up inside her tiny little vagina like that. "No," she said; wrinkling up her cute little nose in thought, "at least, I don't think so. Papa says it'll probably be several years before he makes a baby in my tummy; but that doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying anyway." "That's good, Honey," I replied. "Now you just keep on taking good care of your father like that, and maybe you'll get lucky sooner than you think, OK?" "OK, Momma." The sweet voice and innocent acceptance of a little girl taking her own father's thick penis inside her body, so he could fill her little womb full of baby-making sperm, was SO delicious. Damn, I'm so proud of my kids. Mike could barely groan, as he rolled off his little girl; and then lay there panting with his thick prick still buried inside the little girl. The child's tight little hole was just TOO tight to let her father go easily. Two minutes later the boy was snoring softly; his prick STILL leaking cum in his daughter as they lay face-to-face. Tina just snuggled up to the older boy; not even trying to remove the thick member from inside her body. A tiny streak of red showed that if Mike HAD torn the little girl inside when he slid his prick into her uterus, the tear was small, and not likely to cause the child any trouble. Tomorrow I'd look closer to be sure; but as long as she wasn't bleeding like a stuck virgin, then it could wait. I reached for the covers, and pulled them up over my little girl and her big brother/father. "Thanks, Momma," she murmured sleepily; snuggling even closer to the older boy sot that half an inch or her father's half-hard prick slid a little farther inside her. Tina whimpered a little; then pushed forward determinedly until the entire length of Mike's penis had vanished inside her tight little slit, before adjusting her body a little closer to her father so she would be more comfortable when she fell asleep. I guess my daughter wanted to be sure that if Mike had a wet-dream during the night, that it wouldn't leak out of her and be wasted. I leaned over and gave my little girl a kiss; and then watched for almost ten minutes until she fell asleep, just like her father was. The knowledge that my little girl would be spending the entire night with her own father's thick white cum oozing into her tiny little womb; held inside her by the thick plug of the boy's penis, was SO erotic. If I hadn't already climaxed twice, I probably would have again. Once the child was asleep, I checked on the other two occupants of the room. As expected, the 3-year-old boy and his little sister were still sleeping soundly. The sound of their older sister getting soundly fucked hadn't disturbed the two toddlers at all. I pulled the covers back to be sure the bed wasn't wet; though Danny hasn't wet the bed in over a year, and Lisa has just stopped. Still, we keep a rubber cover on the mattress and a THICK pad over it, just to be sure. That way both kids can sleep together naked, without pants, panties, or diapers between them. 11 I rolled the two kids closer together, and placed pillows to hold them together with their genitals just touching. Danny had a slight hard-on, so I placed it between his little sister's cunny-lips, before covering them up. That wasn't quite satisfying enough though; so I walked back to the two incestuously coupled children in the other bed, and uncovered them so I could dip one finger in the white ooze slowly seeping from around the boy's prick where it was embedded in his little girl's sex. Then covering the two kids back up, I took my cum-slippery finger and used it to lubricate the tiny hole between Lisa's legs, before pushing the two children even closer together, and again fixing them in place with the two big pillows. This time almost a quarter inch of the little boy's penis slid into his little sister, and the boy began making involuntary copulating motions in his sleep; sliding almost half an inch of his tiny prick in and out of the little girl's body. While it will probably be at least another year or two before Lisa gets old enough for Danny to break her cherry and have full sexual intercourse with his little sister, I want the two kids to get used to having their genitals touch each other as early and as intimately as possible. After all, even if they do accidentally start out a little early, then I won't be all THAT disappointed. Unlike the older girls, I plan on mating the two children to each other, instead of their fathers. Everybody in the family has agreed, including their fathers, so we're all working to make it happen. It seems that growing up with a little sister to fuck, whenever and wherever you want, is just as big a fantasy with my sons and husband, as it is with me. Hopefully Danny and Lisa won't ever remember a time they were NOT having sex together; unlike the years of sexual frustration the three older boys had before I took pity on them and let them breed me, in the four years before their little sister got old enough to take over the job. (Of course, once Mike had gotten me pregnant with his own little sister, it wasn't fair to the two younger boys to not allow them the same privilege . . . even though all three boys were getting plenty of sex from their little sister by then.) After covering the two kids up, I returned to my bed . . . just in time to observe my husband climb on top of Nancy, while she spread her legs in eager acceptance. It seems my getting up had woken first Marvin, then his playing with her body had woken Nancy. Being quite used to being molested at various times during the night by her big brothers, the 10-year-old happily spread her legs for her father; welcoming his lovemaking just like she had for so many years from the boys. I watched as my husband's thick prick vanished to the hilt in our little girl's sucking young slit, while the child wrapped her arms around the man and worked almost as hard as I usually do to get him to cum inside her. "Please Daddy, Please?" Her whimpers of sexual arousal were almost as plaintive as her 4-year-old little sister's had been, but I knew THIS little girl just wanted to get off; not have her father just get off in her, then get off her body. 12 The gulping squeeze of the child's tiny hole milking on my husband's prick just emphasized the eagerness the little girl had to feel her own father ejaculating his thick white sperm inside her barely pubescent young body. Having cum already three times, Marvin was having a hard time working up a fourth; while being stimulated by fucking three times in a row had just made my little girl that much hornier. With a screech, Nancy began throwing her body at her father; while I could tell her little cunny was clamping and squeezing on the man's prick, fit to chew it off. I recognized my little girl's cry of orgasm, from hearing it so many times before from down the hall in the room she had previously shared with her three brothers. It was only when Nancy had slowed down; dreamingly working her tight little cunny on and off her father's bare quivering prick, that Marvin was able to finally do HIS thing. With a bellow that echoed the earlier screech of the little girl, my husband sank his prick to the root in our little girl's tight little hole and began filling our daughter's sucking young womb with the thick white stuff that makes babies in little girls like her. While this time I couldn't reach far enough to FEEL it, I was able to see several bulges ripple through my husband's prick, as he ejaculated his sperm in our daughter's body where it belonged. Both my husband and daughter were doing everything two people could to get her father to reproduce inside her. God, I wish MY father had loved me like that. Eventually the two incestuous lovers collapsed in each other's arms, and drifted off to sleep . . . still sexually connected. I covered up the two of them, and drifted off to sleep myself; secure in the knowledge that none of our children will ever have to go through the pain that I did, and that my husband would father as many children on our daughter as the little girl wanted. I had long ago resolved that nobody in my house was ever going to have sex hurt them like my father had used it to hurt me. Unlike MY father, as long as Nancy holds still for it, my horny uncle is going to pump as many babies in our daughter's sexy young belly as it can hold. Some people claim that victims of sexual abuse tend to be sexual abusers themselves. Well, I'm going to prove them wrong! As you can see, I'm making sure that ALL of my kids grow up with a healthy normal attitude towards sex, just like the older ones did . . . enjoying sex; not missing out on anything . . . including the best part of all . . . having kids of their own. It's too bad I didn't start the boys out sooner, like I did their little sister; but that's more lack of imagination on my part than trying to deny my sons the pleasure of having sex with their own mother until their little sister got big enough to fuck. At least Nancy got an early start; though from the look of things not all that early. I hope she forgives me for not starting her earlier. As it was, it was a toss-up whether I should start her earlier, or the child might get ruptured by her eldest brother's 16-year-old prick, if I DID start her early. While I don't want any of my girls missing out on sex, I don't want them hurt either. 13 I think all things considered, I did fairly good job of seeing to it that my little girl got fucked as early as possible, so she wouldn't feel left out and abused by not having sex like other girls do. I'm fairly sure that if I had started Nancy fucking her three brothers at five, like I was tempted to, the oldest boy would have split the little girl wide open; and that would have been sexual-abuse of a different kind. As it was, she was only sore for a week or two. You can bet that after my horrible experience with my father, that I'll be damned sure that none of MY kids are ever sexually abused like I was. 14