My Sister's a Pervert
An Erotic Story
I always knew my little sister was a pervert. Heck, so am
I. I just never realized just HOW perverted she was, until last
week.
I had gone over to visit, and Suzy met me at the door, stark
naked. I figured something was up; and from the look of it, it
was going to be my prick. I was right. Suzy motioned for me to
get undressed, before I got out of the entry hall.
Well, this wasn't so bad; except for the giggles from my
three nieces, as they watched me struggle out of my clothes.
They were used to being undressed, and my sister's rules about
"no clothes" didn't bother them. They could shrug out of their
short dresses and blouses in less time than it took me to remove
my shoes. Besides, they were younger, and didn't have the
"problem" I did. Yeah, I had a hard-on. Of course, the girls
noticed too; making it even more difficult to remove the last
article of clothing.
"Uncle Fred's got a hard-on," giggled Marie. Being the
eldest, she topped both her little sisters by over half a head.
Marie was the only one of the three kids that didn't resemble one
of her parents. To tell the truth, she looked more like me, than
either Suzy or Mike; almost as if I HAD succeeded in
accomplishing the wet-dream that was the basis for so many of my
stories. Brown hair, and blue eyes; just like me. Long STRAIT
brown hair; in a cascade that reached halfway down her back. My
fingers had itched many times to run through that glorious hair.
Just-developing titties made delicious mouth-watering mounds in
the front, while her hips had filled out enough to make her look
like an advertising man's dream. Wet-dream, that is. A pert
little nose, and a laughing mouth made her the unconscious star
of almost 1/4 of the sex-stories I wrote. . . And that was fully
dressed!
Standing naked, with her smooth skin, and pert little belly-
button almost in my face, as I tried to keep my eyes from staring
at her developing womanhood. . . Well, what can I say?
Looking at the other two girls was even worse. Lisa was
obviously her father's girl. Tousle-haired, and wild, the little
brunette could always get her mother to do anything; just by
putting on the semi-serious face that imitated her father. While
she didn't have the developed bosom of her older sister, gentle
mounds on her chest suggested that it wouldn't be long before
this little girl was a woman too. Stripped bare, her hips had
lost all the baby-fat, and only had a hint of the woman to come.
Still, with her flat little tummy, and pouting little slit
sticking out for me to see, she was a pedophile's wet dream.
(And I should know.)
If Lisa was a wet-dream to me, then what can I say about
Jennifer? Jenny was the spitting image of her mother at the same
age. In fact, several times photographs of the two had been
mixed up, and we couldn't be sure WHICH one of the two they were
of, unless the picture had some indication of the age, or other
people were in the photo.
1
Jenny, like her two sisters, was a brunette, only HER hair
was cut to shoulder length, and had only a little curl in it. A
pert nose, and two cupid lips made her look so much like my
sister, that sometimes I almost slipped, and called her "Susan."
Below that, was a perfect little-girl body. No hint of
approaching womanhood marred the illusion. If not for the
indentation that marked her sex, you would never know from the
waist down, that she wasn't a boy. Still, her laughing face, the
very image of her mother, and the pouting cunny-lips left no
doubt that this was a girl. Especially to me. I had left more
sperm squirting into an unfeeling tissue than I care to
contemplate; imagining that I was squirting into this little
girl's tight little hole. Of course, I had never even HINTED
this to her. (As I hinted before, I'm a pedophile. . . A lover
of little girls. . . That's lover; not child-molester. I was NOT
going to seduce my little niece, no matter HOW much she turned me
on. I loved her too much to let her even guess how I felt.)
My sister grinned at me, as all this rushed through my mind
while getting undressed; then turned to her three offspring.
"Don't tease your uncle, girls," she said. "I'm going to be
fixing dinner, so Marie, you take care of your uncle, until I'm
ready."
By this time, I was surrounded by three giggling, naked
little girls; who didn't seem to mind at all rubbing up against
me, even if I DID have an erection that wouldn't quit.
Taking her mother's instruction literally, the 13-year-old
girl grabbed me by the prick; led me up the stairs and over to
where she pulled out the desk-chair; and had me sit down on it.
Then, only pausing momentarily to wet her pussy with a little
saliva, the pubescent teenager sat down on my lap, facing me, and
slid my prick home in her tight little snatch; while her little
sisters looked on with interest. I couldn't believe this was
happening. I mean; you just DON'T go over and visit your little
sister, and end up fucking her daughter before you are two
minutes inside her doorway! Only I did.
Suzy glanced in from the kitchen, at her little girl whose
tight little slit was squeezing the heck out of my engorged
prick; while her two younger kids commented on how good it must
feel, since my prick was stretching their big sister's cunny,
like their fingers never did. "Now you do it right," she
admonished Marie. "Your uncle has probably got a big load of
sperm he needs to squirt inside you, after being teased by those
girls down at the office."
I don't know how she knew, but she was right. Even if I
hadn't though, my little niece's sucking young vagina would have
made me squirt an enormous load anyway. I had instinctively
wrapped my arms around the little girl; driving my prick up
inside her to the root. After only a few strokes, I was ready to
deliver my seed into the sexy teenager's sucking young womb. It
was only when I was about to do just that; that reality of the
situation hit me.
2
"Oh God, I can't," I said, realizing that if I uploaded the
mass of cum I had been working up all day long into my sexy
little niece, that she would be nursing our baby in less than a
year. I mean, at 13 years old, the little girl was probably as
fertile as a turtle. Not that she seemed to mind; working her
tight little cunny on and off my prick as if she didn't have a
care in the world about getting pregnant. Up she would slide,
until just the crown of my prick was trapped in the sparse fur of
her tight little slit, and then down, until my prick was buried
to the hilt in her tight little belly; leaking pre-cum and
probably even a little sperm into her eager young womb.
My sister took pity on me. If she hadn't, my head would
have probably exploded, from the effort of trying to keep from
cumming, fighting with the need to blow my seed all over the
inside of her daughter's sucking young womb. I knew I needed to
pull out, but I just couldn't. It was killing me.
"It's OK," she said, poking her head out of the kitchen
again, "you can cum in her. It's not as if this was some big
surprise to us, you know. I mean, she's been having periods for
over three years now. We've had PLENTY of time to be prepared."
"Oh," I said. Then: "OH!" as I finally got the message. Of
course Suzy had the kid on the pill by now. Why else would she
be so unconcerned about me fucking her daughter, the moment I
walked in the door, and no condoms to be had. What a relief!
"Oh. Here it comes, Honey," I warned Marie, wanting to give
her one last chance to object anyway. "I'm going to squirt my
sperm right up inside that tight little hole of yours, and fill
your cute little tummy so full of cum, it'll be coming out your
ears." My sister had vanished back into the kitchen, but I still
heard her giggle at my remark.
Marie was too personally involved, to giggle; unlike her
mother and two little sisters. "Do it," she panted. "Do it. Cum
in me. Please, Uncle Fred?" Her voice grew ragged, and her
movements on my prick grew erratic, as her orgasm finally grew.
It was enough to get me off too. It wasn't exactly
"simultaneous" but it was close enough. My little niece was
still squeezing wildly on my prick, when I jammed it in to the
root, and began squirting gob after gob of thick greasy
incestuous cum in the little girl's slit. Gob after gob; squirt
after squirt. It felt like I was emptying my whole body into the
kid. God did it feel good to let that load go. Right where it
belonged too; into the welcoming young belly of a little girl who
seemed to like feeling me squirt my seed in her, almost as much
as I liked squirting it there.
It was only when I finished leaving the last sticky drops of
sperm inside the little girl, that I became aware of her father
observing the two of us shuddering our way through the last of
our respective climaxes, while we clutched each other so close it
was almost like we were one person. "Oh shit!" I thought. I
was dead. No way would her father believe it wasn't me who had
seduced his little girl. No matter WHAT I said. I wondered what
prison was going to feel like, as I waited for the explosion.
3
"When you two are done fucking, you'd better both wash up,"
commented Mike, before walking past me to join his wife in the
kitchen. "You two kids had better go first, while your big
sister and uncle recover."
"Yes Daddy." With squeals, the two younger children headed
down to the bathroom to get ready for dinner, in a semi-fight to
be first; now that the "interesting" stuff going on between their
uncle and big sister seemed to be finished. It was like stepping
on a step that wasn't there.
Groaning, my niece and I slowly extricated ourselves from
each other. For all the sperm I had ejaculated inside her, it
was amazing how little came running out. She must be incredibly
tight inside. I grinned, as I remembered just how tight she had
felt around my prick. At least, she hadn't been a virgin. At
least, I didn't THINK she had been a virgin. There had certainly
been no blood, and no yelps of pain from Marie.
While musing on this, Marie and I had gone to the bathroom;
chased out her two siblings; and cleaned up enough to be
presentable for dinner. All the time, we remained so close
together it was almost as if we were glued-together at the hips.
We felt SO close. There's something incredibly friendly about
having had sex with somebody. While before, Marie and I had
gotten along about as well as an uncle and niece could, this was
different. Even if we never did it again, the two of us would
always be closer than ever before because of what we had just
shared with each other.
I found myself grinning, and the grin grew even bigger, when
I saw Marie copying me. Like a couple of blooming idiots, we
went in to have supper. If her father was going to let me have
it later, then it had been worth it.
Somehow after dinner, I found myself sitting on the couch
watching TV, with Marie's two younger sisters, while the older
girl had retired to her room to do some schoolwork; not being the
slightest bit embarrassed when she got up from the table, and a
thick liquid dribbled out of her cunny; running in an obscene
drool down her leg.
Marie gave me a big open-mouthed kiss, right in front of her
father; said, "Thanks, Uncle Fred," and left. The smell of fresh
cum from her dribbling snatch was unmistakable.
I found myself being escorted to the living-room by two
giggling little girls, where to my embarrassment, they both sat
on either side of me; each with a hand wrapped around my once-
again erect prick. Lisa had her hand gripping the lower part,
while her little sister's friendly fingers kept the head excited.
My little sister had cuddled up in her husband's lap in the
big chair, and for the most part they both ignored the giggles
coming from the two little girls so obscenely engrossed in
playing with their uncle's prick. I couldn't believe it.
Eventually however, I started to relax, as it became obvious
that neither parent minded the obscene by-play going on between
their daughters and the little girls' uncle.
I don't know what shows were on TV that night. All I was
aware of, was two sexy little hands stroking my erection, until
pre-cum started drooling out the tip, and Lisa began smearing it
over the head; bringing an "Oooh," of delight from me.
4
My little sister looked over at me; grinned; and returned to
snuggling her butt down against my brother-in-law's swelling
penis. Neither one seemed to care that their little girls could
see their father's prick pushing up against the furry snatch of
their own mother, before the tip vanished inside her.
By this time, my prick was drooling rivers of pre-cum, and
both Lisa and Jennifer were smoothing it all over; threatening to
bring me off with their bare hands. I found myself scrunching
down in the seat; slipping a finger in each of the little girls
tight little cunnies in gratitude. I wasn't really frigging
them; just tickling their little clits, and getting my fingers
sticky in the slick wetness that flooded in response.
At Lisa's squeal of delight, my sister looked over at where
I was sitting in the most compromising of positions; with two
little girls stroking my dribbling prick, while the index finger
of each hand was stroking the swollen clit of each of her two
youngest daughters. I blushed red in embarrassment, but couldn't
bring myself to stop. After all, Suzy had started the whole
thing the moment I had arrived, and hadn't objected to her
daughters' sex-play yet.
"Don't tease the girls, Fred," said Suzy.
"Huh?" I yanked my fingers from between the little girls'
thighs; bringing more squeals from them; of disappointment this
time. Obviously, I was doing something wrong. Either my sister
was annoyed at me for playing with her daughters' holes, or she
wanted something else. Surely she didn't expect me to FUCK the
kids, did she?
"Don't STOP," said Suzy; in exasperation. "If you're going
to frig the girls, then at least do it right, and stick your
finger up inside them, so they can get off too."
Oh. I didn't really believe it, but that didn't stop me. I
forced a thick finger up in each of the two little girls; bring
another squeal of delight from both of them. I just hoped I
didn't wake up too soon from this wet-dream. I also hoped that I
could hide the obscene thoughts I would forever have about my
cute little nieces from my little sister; so she didn't ban me
from her house forever, as a child-molesting pervert. Well, I
WAS a pedophile, and my little sister knew that already, but
playing sexy-feely with her two youngest daughters, after fucking
the older one; leaving great gobs of incestuous seed in the
child's womb, with her own mother's permission yet, just HAD to
be a wet-dream. No WAY, could this be real.
Only it was. The feel of two tight little sleeves squeezing
on my fingers as I slowly slid them into the giggling little
girls was too thrillingly sexy for even a wet-dream. Suddenly my
prick was no longer drooling pre-cum, but thick white gobs of the
real thing were oozing out the tip in spite of my straining
efforts to hold it back. By now I had a thick finger buried to
the hilt in Lisa's 11-year-old little slit, while the other was
surrounded by the even tighter tunnel of her 10-year-old little
sister.
A second big curd of thick white formed at the tip of my
prick. The girls had smeared the first big gob up and down my
prick; making it feel incredibly good, as their slick little
fingers stroked and tickled.
5
I let the little girls do what they wanted; closing my eyes,
and enjoying the feel of a clasping little hole around each big
finger, while my prick oozed yet another big drop of sperm from
the end. I hated to waste it, but the two little girls gave me
no choice. Besides, it felt too good to stop. I relaxed; not
caring WHAT the little girls did any more; as long as I kept a
finger in each one of them, and they didn't let go of my prick,
that is.
Only it turned out that I DID care. I felt something warm
and wet surround the head of my penis, just as another gob came
squirting out this time.
"Mmmm. . . It tastes GOOD," said Lisa; removing her mouth
from my suddenly spewing prick, to let her little sister have a
taste. "You try it."
I watched in shock, as Jennifer did; placing her mouth over
the tip of my swollen prick; just in time to catch yet another
thick squirt in HER mouth.
Only Jenny didn't stop once she got one squirt like her big
sister had. The little 10-year-old started sucking like a baby
on my prick; stripping each squirt out with her tongue; while her
tiny little cunny went into spasms around my invading finger.
The little girl was actually getting OFF on having me cum in her
mouth! I looked up to meet my sister's gaze, as she proudly
watched her little girl sucking her brother off like an
experienced whore. I could see shocks running through her body;
as the stimulation of seeing her little girl give her big brother
a blow-job made her cunny strip her husband's prick of HIS thick
sticky sperm.
Yes, my sister was actually fucking Mike by this time; not
caring that her two little girls could see his thick prick
sliding in and out of her furry little snatch. Well, if she
didn't mind the little girls giving their uncle a blow-job, then
why should I be surprised that she didn't mind them seeing their
parents making love? I relaxed, and let the last of my seed flow
into the mouth of the incredible young girl. Jennifer only
stopped when Lisa poked her, so she could finish the job.
The two little girls took turns lapping up every drop of cum
from my prick, until it was limp and shriveled.
"Thanks, Uncle Fred," said Lisa; wriggling her sopping-wet
cunny back at my big finger. Somehow the older girl had also
managed an orgasm, while I had been distracted by her little
sister. Both girls pushed back at me one last time; forcing my
thick fingers to the hilt in each of their now sloppy-wet little
slits, before turning to kiss me, now that their pussies were
satisfied.
THEY were thanking ME? "Thank YOU," I started, before my
mouth was covered with Jenny's. The little girl had obviously
been told something about french-kissing, but equally obviously
had never done it before. Still, she learned fast. Before a
minute was up, I was sorry I had already blown a wad in the
little girl's mouth, as I wanted to do it again, and my prick
wouldn't respond! The slippery taste of my own semen in the
little girl's mouth was more a turn-on at knowing she liked it
enough to take it and not spit it out, than a turn-off at tasting
my own cum.
6
After a bit, her older sister got impatient, and wanted her
"turn."
Lisa was more experienced at kissing than her younger
sister, but the younger girl's enthusiasm and innocence almost
made up the difference. . . Almost.
The 11-year-old was so good, I actually felt stirrings again
in my crotch. By the time we finished practicing kissing, and I
showed each of the little girls a few tricks of my own, it was
almost bedtime.
My sister sent the little girls off to bed, and invited me
into the kitchen for a cup of coffee with her husband, before we
went to bed also.
"Now get to bed, you three," instructed Suzy. "Your uncle
will be in to join you in about half an hour or so."
"Yes, Momma," chorused the three sweet voices of the little
girls. The little girls all gave me "thank-you" hugs, before
scampering off to the room they shared with their big sister.
I had almost choked on my coffee, when my little sister
implied that I was to sleep in the same bedroom with her
daughters. All three of them naked underneath the sheets, and
only two beds. I knew that none of the beds were big enough for
all three girls; being twin-bunk-beds.
After recovering from coffee up my nose, and the incredibly
sexy feel of three little naked girls rubbing their sexy young
bodies against mine, I finally managed to choke, "You mean you
really want me to sleep in their bedroom with them?" Even after
fucking one of the girls, and getting the best blow-job of my
life from the other two, I still couldn't believe that my own
sister would turn me loose in her little girls' bedroom to crawl
in bed naked with one of her daughters. I mean, what if I. . .
No. . . I couldn't. I've long known I'm a pedophile (by
that, I mean I'm sexually turned-on by young girls.) but I am a
TRUE pedophile, a "child-lover" not a child-molester. Or at
least I hadn't been a child-molester, until tonight.
In any case, I could no more hurt those little girls in the
other room, than I could cut off my own arm with a dull butter-
knife. I loved them too much. I already felt guilty about what
I HAD done with the kids. The only thing saving my sanity, was
the fact that the usual thing that hurt little girls the most,
from having sex with an older man, hadn't happened, and very much
looked like it never would.
The "worst" thing I am talking about, is the reactions most
parents would have if they ever learned their little girls were
having sex with an older man. . . you know the sort of thing I'm
talking about. . . Yelling, screaming, wild accusations, shame,
put-downs, calling the little girls, "sluts," if they enjoyed it,
and rape-victims if it was anything less than full participation
on their part. At the very LEAST, the children would see their
lover taken away, and even if he (or she) didn't end up in jail,
they would never see him again. Sometimes THAT could be the
worst pain of all.
7
None of these things seemed to be happening here. In fact,
my slutty little sister seemed to be PROUD of her little girls
for doing such a good job of seducing their own uncle. Not that
I'm all THAT hard for a little girl to seduce; at least, if I
know her parents don't mind.
That's STILL the part I found hard to believe; but my sexy
little sister's next words just confused me even more.
"Well," she said; with a twinkle in her eye, "you don't HAVE
to, if you don't want to. I mean, Mike and I COULD make up the
couch, and you could sleep out here. We just thought you might
PREFER sleeping with the girls."
I almost choked on my coffee all over again.
"You KNOW what I want to do," I accused my little sister.
"Uhuh," she giggled. "We've read enough of your stories."
"Then why? . . ." I just couldn't understand.
"Poor Fred," giggled Suzy; coming over to stand beside me.
The sexy smell of my little sister's body was enough to give me a
hard-on, even after all the abuse my cock had received that
night. Suzy always DID get me hard, and she knows it. Maybe
that's the reason I'm a pedophile; still dreaming of sneaking
down to my little sister's bedroom, and "showing her the facts of
life." Of course, I never had; but sometimes I wish. . .
"Poor boy," repeated Suzy, "He's dreamed all his life about
having a little girl to fuck; who wants him to fuck her, just as
much as he does. Now he's got three of them waiting for his big
prick in the other room, and my big brother gets an attack of
conscience. I feel SOOOO sorry for you."
My sister's tits were dangling in front of my face, and I
couldn't resist. Sticking out my tongue, I licked on an erect
nipple, then sucked the plump mound into my mouth. The smell of
my little sister was driving me wild. Somehow I no longer cared
that her husband was watching; as Suzy shoved her mammary gland
in my face; allowing me free reign to suck, as she stroked my
hair.
"Mmmmmm," she said, offering me the other nipple to suck on,
"That feels good. But I'm not the one you should be doing this
to. There's three horny girls waiting in the other room for this
kind of service. . . Don't you think you'd better go take care of
them first?"
First? This was the first time my little sister had EVER
even intimated that she would welcome my advances. Now she was
hinting that I would be welcome to. . . to. . . to. . . whatever,
AFTER I took care of her little girls?!
Somehow I managed to remove my face from my little sister's
beautiful breasts. I looked over at her husband, and looked at
him inquiringly. I LIKE Mike. No way was I going to spoil our
relationship, no mater HOW long I've dreamed about getting in my
little sister's cute little panties.
Mike looked at me, and shrugged. Whether he liked the idea
or not, I knew my brother-in-law would not be angry if I took my
little sister up on either offer, or both.
"Why me?" I croaked; looking pointedly at Mike. After all,
if my little sister wanted her little girls fucked, she already
had one handsome male in the house.
8
Yeah, handsome. Mike was probably three times as good-
looking as I was, and had a personality to match. No wonder my
little sister fell for him like a ton of bricks; chasing him
halfway across the country when he was in the service.
"Mike doesn't like little girls," explained Suzy; snuggling
into her husband's caress, while somehow managing to hold out a
delicious boob for me to suckle on. "He likes mature women. . .
With furry cunts, and bountiful bosoms," she added, showing me
the other one, to demonstrate. "Besides, he's scared he might
hurt the kids, if their own father came on to them. . . So we
chose you, when we found out the girls were going to have sex,
whether we wanted them to or not."
"Why me?" I repeated; barely pausing long enough to ask.
"Because we know you're a pedophile," explained my little
sister.
That startled me. She COULDN'T mean that. "Huh?" I asked;
looking her straight in the face. Of all the cockeyed
reasons. . . Most people would be throwing me out of the house,
if they knew I was a pedophile. They CERTAINLY wouldn't be
turning me loose on their 10, 11, and 13-year-old little girls!
"Fred, Fred," chided Suzy. "Mike and I have read ALL your
stories."
"All of them, I croaked; remembering "The Raping of Debra."
If she'd read THAT story, it's a wonder she allowed me on the
same BLOCK with her children, let alone in the same house with
them.
"ALL of them," emphasized Suzy; looking me straight in the
eye. Oh shit!
"Even 'Raping Debra' was a love-story," she said confirming
my fears. "You make it plain in ALL your stories, that you LOVE
little girls, and would do anything to keep from hurting
them. . . So who else would make a better choice, than a man
who'd go to any lengths to ensure that they don't get hurt?"
Suzy looked at me, as if expecting me to deny it.
What could I say? I wrote myself into my stories.
That's why, previous to this, I had never even HINTED how
much my sister's little girls turned me on. . . Just like I never
had told Suzy, when she was young.
My sister looked at me somewhat sadly. "Besides," she said,
"if you were able all these years to keep your feelings for ME a
secret; not wanting to force me into a relationship I wasn't
ready for; then I think I can trust you with the affections of my
little girls, who ARE ready for it."
"Oh," I said, dumbfounded. Obviously, reading between the
lines, my sister had figured out the crush I had on her all these
year. . . And she wasn't mad!
"Now you'd better get to bed," said Suzy; ushering my
unresisting body down the hall to where her little girls were
waiting. "And Fred?"
"Huh?" I asked, wondering what I could say, if she decided
NOT to let me continue into the girls' bedroom.
"You know, you MIGHT have just asked me," she said, before
turning to follow Mike into the other bedroom. Oh shit! When I
thought of all those lost years. . .
9
I forcibly reminded myself that if I didn't get moving,
there was going to be another whole SET of things I would be
regretting years from now. Three of them, to be exact.
It had been over an hour, that we had been discussing things
in the kitchen. The only one still awake, was Marie. The two
younger kids had obviously wanted to wait, but had fell asleep
leaning against each other sitting up in bed, I smiled at my
eldest niece, and together we slid the two little angels down
under the covers, so they could be more comfortable. The feel of
the little girls' skin against my hand was so sexy, I had to
fight to keep from leaking cum all over the bed, while tucking
them in.
My touch must have partly waken Jennifer.
"G'night, Uncle Fred," she said sleepily; clasping my hand
to her front, while snuggling down into the covers. I was almost
tempted to crawl in with her, instead of her big sister. The
feel of the two little bumps on the child's chest was SO erotic.
Still, three things made me decide, "No."
First, she was too sleepy to really appreciate it.
Second, she was too young. I mean, 13 years old is bad
enough, but 10?
Third, and most important, her 13-year-old sister was still
wide awake, and waiting for me to slide into bed with her. After
tucking in the two younger girls, and whispering "Good-night," in
their ears, I did it. Uhuh. I crawled into bed naked with my
own 13-year-old niece, who was equally naked. And if you think
we just slept. . . Heh, heh.
I wanted to try something that had been a fantasy of mine
for years. . . Only no woman I had ever met had ever gone for it.
Not that I ever HAD all that many women. A bachelor's life is
NOT a steady stream of sexy women parading in and out the door,
like some people seem to think. At least MINE hadn't been. The
best I had ever done, was dating a girl for three weeks, before
she dropped me for a creep who beat her up about three times a
day. Makes you kind of wonder what some women really want,
doesn't it? Somehow I could never treat a woman like that. The
REAL trouble seemed to be that all the NICE women, (like my
little sister,) were already married. . . Damn.
Anyway, I had always dreamed of spending the night with my
prick tucked up inside a little girl. . . Not fucking her, mind
you; just inside her; maybe leaking a little cum, but mainly just
feeling the pleasure of being joined. Some of my stories had
been about this, but I had never been able to really try it. To
my surprise, Marie liked the idea. So, I snuggled up to Marie,
and slipped my prick up inside her.
Surprisingly, she was still wet and slippery from my cumming
inside her earlier, Marie must have been carrying my seed in her
tight little snatch all evening long. I almost gave her another
healthy squirt, just at the thought. Wow! A girl who LIKED the
feel of my sperm soaking in her womb. Most of the women I had
fucked before, couldn't wait to douche afterwards. Come to think
of it, neither of Marie's two sisters had left for the bathroom
after swallowing my sperm, there in the living-room. Wow!
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The thought, coupled with my sexy niece's quietly squeezing
young vagina milking on my prick, got the best of me. "Oh shit!
I'm. . .," I groaned, as I jammed my squirting prick to the hilt
in my niece's belly.
"It's OK," whispered Marie; trying to keep from waking her
little sisters up, "I don't mind. You can squirt me as much as
you want to."
The thought that the little girl, "didn't mind" feeling me
squirt my seed in her welcoming young belly was the last straw.
From a feeble spurt, my orgasm grew into a frantic spasm as I
ejaculated rope after big slippery rope of incestuous sperm in
the little girl's tight little tunnel. Ooooh! Did that feel
good!
Surprisingly, Marie seemed to like it just as much as I did;
murmuring, "Cum in me. . . Cum in me," under her breath; while
her slick little sleeve milked and squeezed on my spewing prick.
"Oh God, that feels good," she crooned in my ear, as my frantic
efforts to breed her slowed down to just a trickle of cum leaking
into her sexy little belly. "Thanks. Uncle Fred."
Once again, I was astounded. SHE was thanking ME?
"Thank YOU," I responded; barely able to get the words out.
I was exhausted.
When my prick finally shrunk and slipped out, it was
followed by a flood of warm sticky cum. This time Marie's tight
little cunny wasn't able to hold all the sperm I had squirted
inside her, along with the load I had left there previously.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but if I don't wipe up, we'll
make a big mess on the bed, and Momma will make me clean it up."
I told my cute little niece not to worry, and just get back
as soon as she could.
Marie apologized again, telling me that she "Hated to waste
it," but she had to go clean up before things got worse. Damn,
she looked sexy, there in the half-light of the night-light, with
clear streaks of sex drooling down both legs; one big streak
running almost to her ankles. MY cum, in such a pretty girl.
God, what a turn-on. I was almost getting another hard-on, at
the very thought.
It must have taken longer than I figured. . . Maybe Marie
took a shower too, or maybe something else. In any case, the
let-down after having sex three times in one night, after having
gone without for almost a year, was too much. I fell asleep.
When I awoke for a minute an hour or two later, Marie was
already back in bed, the night-light was out, and all three girls
were sleeping peacefully. I tucked my half-erect prick up
between the little girl's legs, and went back to sleep myself.
Maybe some other time I could try that trick of sleeping with my
prick inside a girl.
At about 4:20 in the morning, I woke up. Funny, even
without an alarm-clock, I still wake up at the same time as I
usually do to go to work.
I slipped out of bed, took a pee to keep it from bothering
me, and slipped back in bed with the sexy little girl. After
all, Today I didn't HAVE to go to work. . . Not that my boss
would mind if I did.
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Marie instinctively pushed her cute little butt back at me,
as I slid in behind her. Perhaps I COULD realize my fantasy
about having my prick in a sleeping little girl. Only it
wouldn't go in.
All the cum I had squirted inside her must have dried out,
and she had cleaned up a little too well. I had to use a little
saliva to wet my prick, before it oozed enough pre-cum to be
slippery enough to slide inside her.
Even then, it was incredibly tight. Marie whimpered a bit
in her sleep, but didn't wake. I slid my prick in and out a
couple of time; getting it wet on her secretions, before pushing
it all the way home.
"Ow!" said Lisa; sitting up in bed; almost pulling my prick
completely out of her.
Oh shit! The girls had swapped in the night, and I had just
taken my 11-year-old niece's virginity.
"Ha!" snickered Marie from the other bed, "I thought YOU
were going to surprise HIM." Well, she sure had.
Once the damage was done, Lisa wanted me to fuck her, "Just
like her big sister, so she could feel what it was like."
Thank God she didn't add that line, "to make a baby," that
had been part of so many of my sex-stories. As it was, I must
have pulsed the little girl's womb full of what felt like 50
gallons of baby-juice. I DID maintain barely enough sanity to
ask Lisa if it was OK to cum in her, before doing it though.
"it's OK, Uncle Fred," she responded, "you can come in me."
I was already letting her have it, when I was barely aware
of her finishing the sentence. "My period was about a week ago."
Oh shit. It was too late. Anyway, the little girl SAID it was
safe.
Yeah, sure. Safe, like a lit firecracker. While her big
sister might be on the pill, from their mother's reassurance; at
11, I knew Lisa probably wasn't. And as for her timing of her
period, that was almost as bad. True, the chances weren't as bad
as if it was a week later. . . That didn't mean she was safe.
Far from it, in fact. Still, I couldn't stop now, and it
wouldn't have done any good anyway. I had already left enough
pregnancy-juice in the little girl's belly to knock up a whole
squad of girls like her, so I might as well enjoy squirting the
rest inside her. I did. Much to my shame, I enjoyed it very
much.
Surprisingly, so did Lisa. Feeling me pissing my sperm in
her tight little cunny wasn't quite enough to "get her off", but
she did enjoy it, and she let me know it too; with moans and
"oooh's" of satisfaction each time she felt my prick bulge, and
another thick squirt of cream would spit into the child's tight
little slit. God that felt good!
I had always dreamed of fucking a 12-year-old girl, or even
one younger, but had never expected to have the chance. Fucking
Marie had been like a wet-dream come true, as she wasn't that
much older than my fantasies. Now, to have an 11-year-old girl's
tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out of my prick, while she
tells me it's "OK" to cum inside her. . . I felt like I had died,
and gone to heaven-for-perverts. I might regret this later, but
Lisa didn't seem to regret it, so for now I would just enjoy.
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To repeat: "Damn, that felt good."
"Wow!" said Jennifer. "I can't wait 'til it's my turn."
Oh shit. Her turn? Well, I guess I should have expected
it. I hadn't known that Jenny was even awake, so her comment
caught me by surprise. Spasming her year-older sister's tight
little sleeve full of baby-making cum was incredibly sexy.
Having the cute little 10-year-old watch me do it, and knowing
she expected me to "do" her too, was something else.
As I've said before, little girls turn me on. Most
particularly little girls in the range from 10 to 14 years
old. . . Right on the breaking edge of puberty. They're so
unselfconciously sexy; their bodies have developed enough that
they CAN get pregnant (a real turn-on for me) but it's still
pretty safe to squirt inside them; and they are old enough that
even the 10-year-olds can still take a full-grown cock up in
their tight little slits without tearing. (The thought of even
accidentally causing a little girl pain, is enough to make me
lose an otherwise proud erection.) That's why my wet-dreams had
all revolved around a little girl in that age-range, who wanted
me, (as her big-brother/father/grandfather/uncle) to fuck her and
cum in her, without worrying about whether or not she got
pregnant. Now, to have THREE little girls, in the prime range of
my sexual fantasies sounding like cast-members of one of my sex-
stories, was too much.
Ignoring the danger, my prick expanded in Lisa's cunny, and
I blew yet another load of thick sticky cum up against the pre-
teen's sucking young womb.
By this time, Marie had joined her little sister in watching
me impregnate their sibling. Since both girls seemed to want to
watch, I decided to "go with the flow" and let them. I lifted
Lisa's leg, so both girls could watch me sliding into their
sister from behind, and they could both could see each bulge of
my prick as yet another thick wad of incestuous cum was forced
into the little girl's belly. Finally we stopped, with the last
sticky drops of my seed slowly oozing into the pubescent 11-year-
old's sucking young slit. Lisa had her leg draped over mine, so
both of her sisters could have a good view of our sexual joining.
By now I had figured things out. I had been set up; and by
my own little pervert of a sister. This scenario was just TOO
much like so many stories I had written.
So, it was with no surprise, that I heard little Jenny say,
"That was AWESOME, Uncle Fred. . . C'n I go next? Please?"
I resolved that I HAD to talk to my little sister. . .
Later. I was NOT going to barge into her bedroom at 5:00 in the
morning, and wake her up; accusing her of who knows what.
Besides, Suzy seemed to WANT me to fuck her little girls; the
girls themselves seemed to want me to; and for sure I did too.
The only person who might have raised an objection, was Mike; and
he hadn't. If I passed up this chance, I would be kicking myself
the rest of my life. Even if it landed me in jail, the chance to
fuck not one, but THREE pre-pubescent little girls would be worth
it.
Even if I accidentally got one pregnant. Hmmm. I wondered
if my little sister had set me up there, as well.
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I couldn't resist testing the premise.
"Ooooh!" I said; sliding my half-hard prick out of Lisa's
clasping little sleeve. My white-streaked prick, and her cum-
oozing little slit just emphasized the risk we had been taking.
"I don't know, Honey," I warned Jenny. "If I cum inside
you, it could be dangerous. . . I don't want to knock you up by
accident."
"It's OK, Uncle Fred," soothed Jenny; looking in awe at the
swollen member dripping her uncle's dangerous seed, "You can cum
in ME, as much as you want to. . . I don't mind."
I KNEW it! If the little girl hadn't added that "I don't
mind" part, I might have figured she was just too young to get
pregnant. Her qualifying the statement just made me sure she
could.
"Oh?" I asked. "You're sure?" I couldn't believe it; but
my prick sure did! Even after filling one little niece's tight
little cunny full of baby-juice, the very thought that an even
younger one wanted me to plant a baby in HER tummy was getting me
hard all over again. I NEVER was able to get it up this fast;
but my horny nieces had found a way to do it.
"Uhuh," said Jenny; squirming around to lie on her back,
legs-spread, so I could press my cum-dribbling prick up against
her equally slippery little hole. "Momma says it's OK; as long
as WE want to. Please, Uncle Fred?"
"You WANT me to get you pregnant?" I asked.
Both older girls looked at each other with startled looks on
their faces. AHA! I KNEW it! Still, if you think I stopped,
you don't know how I think very well. Obviously, all three girls
were in on this. Equally obvious, they WANTED this; and so did
their parents. . . Or, at least their mother did.
Sneaking a baby into a little girl's belly, when she didn't
know I was doing it, had been one of the main plots of many of my
stories. Almost as often, had been the plot where a little girl
got her father, grandfather, or yes, even uncle, to knock her up,
when HE didn't know he was doing it. Obviously, my slut of a
sister had been reading too many of my stories!
Jenny was too involved in feeling my prick splitting her
cunny-lips to notice she was giving things away. "Uhuh," she
said, "Please, Uncle Fred. I'm not too little. . . Really!
Momma says she plans on having at least three kids by you, now
that we can afford it, and while Marie and Lisa aren't sure they
want that many, I do. Please, Uncle Fred," she repeated.
As I said before, Jenny was the one that looked the most
like my little sister, except for the fact that my sister now had
breasts and a furry snatch, and well-rounded hips. The face, the
look, even the voice were all Suzy. Sliding my prick into the
little girl's hole was just like my all-time fantasy of slipping
into my little sister's bedroom so many years ago, when she was
10, and I was an oversexed boy of 14, and teaching my little
sister what the hole between her legs was meant for. I slammed
my prick to the root in my little sister's belly.
Only this WASN'T my 10-year-old little sister and I wasn't
her 15-year-old brother. It was Suzy's 10-year-old daughter and
I was her uncle; well-past old enough to know better.
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"Aaauuugh!" She screeched. I felt an incredibly tight ring
slide down my prick, as it slid all the way up inside the little
girl. "Ouch, that hurt," she added, almost conversationally.
"Oooh! I'm sorry, Suzy, I couldn't help myself," I said;
lost in the fantasy of finally fucking my little sister.
"It's OK, Big Brother," said Jenny. Obviously she KNEW what
I was thinking. "Now fuck me, and cum in me, so I can feel my
handsome big brother's baby growing inside me. Your little
sister wants to learn how to make a baby."
For all the fantasies I'd had about fucking my little
sister, none of them had me squirting her sexy little tummy full
of incestuous sperm not two minutes after I got my prick inside
her. Jenny's acting as surrogate for her mother was too
convincing however. Every fantasy I ever had about fucking my
little sister; cumming in her; knocking her up; her begging me to
"teach her how to make a baby;" and EVEN the fantasy of having
two MORE sisters waiting, watching as I did so for their turn,
was "cumming" true. I could no more have held off cumming in my
niece, than I could have stopped a freight-train with my bare
hands.
My prick had already been leaking sperm from cumming in her
11-year-old sister. This was more than just a leak though. I
squirted again; almost as hard as I had just done in Lisa. Then
again! Still a third time. It seemed to go on and on, until my
groin ached with dry heaves, as I tried to plant more sperm that
I didn't have in the little girl's belly. Over and over, until
my balls ached, and I still didn't stop. I couldn't. I don't
know how long it would have continued, with me blindly jamming my
prick into my (little sister?) if the little girl hadn't eased me
by hugging me close, and wrapping her arms and legs around me, so
I couldn't thrust any more.
"It's OK, Big Brother," Jenny soothed me; still playing the
fantasy. "You can make as many babies in me, as you want to. . .
I don't mind."
"Uh, Jenny," I said; slowly pulling back, as sanity
returned. . . I wanted her to know that I knew who she was. . .
"Are you sure?"
Jennifer gave me a smile that seemed to light up the room.
Another thing the little girl got from her mother. "Uhuh," she
affirmed, "I really want to."
Oooh. I snuggled down against the child; trying not to
flatten her with my weight; while keeping my prick comfortably
ensconced in her warmly squeezing little hole. "Thanks Jenny," I
said. Even if she decided later that it would be too much, I was
eternally grateful for the way she made me feel right now.
I mean, after having one kid, the little girl might decide
that having another would be more pain that it was worth. From
her actions, I was NOT worried that Jenny or any of her sisters
would stop. Not at least, until all three were carrying my
babies in their cute little tummies, and probably not even then.
Still, getting pregnant was fun. . . Having babies, was (if
you'll pardon the expression,) a "pain in the snatch." For the
girl. For guys, it was all fun; except for seeing someone you
love go through that much pain; just to have your child.
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"Uncle Fred?" prompted Jenny; squeezing my wilting prick
with her tight little cunny, to get my attention.
"Mmmm?" I replied; enjoying the feel of the little girl's
body next to mine; all slippery with my sweat and hers, and
smelling deliciously of sweat, cum, and just plain sex. "What?"
"Promise me you won't stop at just one baby? . . . I want at
least three kids, and I don't want to wait until I'm 'old enough'
to get married. Please?"
What could I say? "Well, if you still feel that way, after
this one," I temporized. That would give the little girl a
chance to change her mind later. I love my niece.
"Me too, Uncle Fred," chimed in Marie. "It's not fair if
that little twerp gets all the fun!"
"Who you calling a twerp?"
"Hey! What about me?! Uncle Fred!"
I rolled off Jenny; sliding my half-hard prick out of her
with a sucking sound. "Hold it!" I said. "OK, you guys win. . .
I know you guys set me up on this," (Here all three girls looked
at each other and grinned; confirming my suspicions.) "But I'll
do it. IF," I emphasized, "you each still want to, AND your
mother doesn't mind each time. . . OK? I'm NOT going to force
any of you."
The fight stopped as quickly as it had started. It seems
that all three girls DID want me to father children on them, and
each one was just scared of losing out to the other two. . .
Amazing.
Now that things had calmed down, it was time to clean up.
"Let's go take a shower," I said; indicating Jenny's cum-drooling
crotch, and my red-and-white streaked prick still showing
evidence of having taken two of the little girls' virginities.
"We've got to get cleaned up, and it can be fun together," I
explained; planning on enriching these cute little sluts'
knowledge of sex. It turns out, they were way past me.
"I've got a better way to clean up," said Lisa,
suggestively; licking her lips. My niece looked at her two
sisters, and got nods. The next thing I knew, the three little
girls were forcing me gently but firmly back down on the bed.
Then Lisa, as the instigator I guess, bent her cute little face
down to my prick, and started licking it clean.
THAT was amazing enough. What followed was astonishing.
Both of her sister started one on each hand, and started LICKING
their way up my arm; cleaning every drop of sweat off. They did
a careful, thorough job. When they reached my armpits, they each
lifted an arm, and licked me there too! I couldn't believe it.
Each girl licked every drop of smelly sweat out of my armpit,
until it was fresh and sweet-smelling, before continuing to my
face, and chest, and there down. Lisa, in the meantime, had
cleaned every drop of sperm, sweat, and blood from her and her
sister's virginity, and even licked me under the balls, and then
continued down the legs, on the inside; meeting her sisters
coming down the outside. What an experience! The three girls
were giving me a COMPLETE tongue-bath.
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They even licked between my toes! And they continued, until
every part of my feet was clean. When they finished, I was about
to get up, when they stopped me, and motioned to me to "roll
over."
"No," I thought, "they wouldn't!" They did.
Retaining their positions, the girls licked every inch of my
back and legs. . . Uhuh, EVERY inch. . . Even my asshole. Lisa
didn't even flinch, when she spread my asscheeks, and licked me
clean between them; even sticking her tongue in the hole to clean
THAT out. Only when every inch of my body except my hair had
been licked clean, did they stop. God, was that sensual!
I got up, and was starting to reach for my clothes, when
luckily, I looked at the bed. Lisa and Marie were approaching
their little sister from each side, while the little girl had
spread her legs in my direction in such an open invitation, that
I knew I would forever spoil my relationship with all three
children if I turned her down. I gulped, and did it.
Cleaning the sperm, sweat, cum, and blood from the little
girl's crotch wasn't as bad as it looked. All essentially non-
toxic body-fluids.
When it came to her backside though, I just steeled myself,
closed my eyes, and did it. Yes, I licked her ass clean; and I
didn't stint on the job; any more than Lisa had stinted on me.
Remembering what my niece had done, I even stuck my tongue into
Jenny's ass, and cleaned that out. It wasn't NEARLY as bad as I
imagined it might be.
When we finished with Jenny, Lisa lay down on the bed. I
started to get between HER legs, to repeat what I did with her
little sister, but Marie got in the way. "MY turn," she said;
motioning me to the right arm of her little sister. She seemed
to be slightly disappointed, that I would want to "hog" the best
part. "Oh," I said, surprised at first, then realizing the
etiquette. I made sure to do as good a job on Jenny's arms and
smelly armpit as I had on her big sister's asshole.
We repeated the process on Lisa; only this time I took the
LEFT arm. I had finally realized that the girls had invited me
into something very private and personal. (You couldn't GET much
more personal than this.) Having made love to each of them, they
now felt comfortable enough in my presence to invite me to share
with them what had up-to-then been a private ritual. I learned
later, that even their parents had never even known that the
girls took care of each other this way. If I had refused. . .
Thankfully, I hadn't. In a way, this "cleanup" had been
more intimate, and more like a "marriage" than all the sex I had
enjoyed with the three little girls. But the sex had been the
ice-breaker. It wasn't until we HAD sex, that the little girls
trusted me enough to share themselves fully with me. Even their
kinky "sharing" of their bodies and "clean-up." I felt ashamed
that I had even THOUGHT of turning Jenny down.
When we finished with Lisa, and were standing there looking
at each other, Marie looked at me and grinned. "There's one
trouble with baths like these," she said with a twinkle. I
grinned back.
"What's that?" chorused Lisa and Jenny. Obviously, they had
rehearsed this question many times before.
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"You need a bath, afterwards," said Marie, deadpan.
I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. She was right.
While technically being "clean," I was now sweaty from licking
all three of the girls. (It was hard work.) AND, saliva is NOT
the best cleaning fluid to leave you feeling fresh and scoured.
In fact, while it gets you clean, it leaves you with a slightly
sticky feeling.
We all ended up rolling on the floor in laughter, until Suzy
came in and told us to "go take a bath," which left us laughing
even harder.
THIS time, we followed my earlier suggestion of taking a
shower together. The fun three sexy naked little girls can have
with their horny uncle in a shower can't be described. . . It has
to be experienced to be appreciated. Suffice to say, that we
only quit when FORCED out, by suddenly cold water, as the water-
heater ran out of hot water. GOD, was that fun!
Still giggling, we all went into breakfast together.
I STILL had a "bone to pick" with my little sister, though.
Maybe if we tried, we could "work things out between us." I
still planned on "getting something straight between us." OH
GOD, the humor of the little girls had warped my brain.
The hassles of getting breakfast, getting three sexy little
girls off to school, and her husband off to work, curtailed any
chance to brace my sister, until Mike had pulled out of the
driveway, and the last of the three giggling little girls had
climbed on the bus.
Oh my GOD, the clothes kids wear these days. The girls all
looked like invitations to an orgy! No, not just Suzy's kids;
ALL the girls. Naked bellybuttons, skin-tight blue-jeans, mini-
skirts and micro-minis, halter and tube tops, with more skin
showing in one bus-load of little girls, than I saw in the whole
time I was in school myself.
My neices were no exceptions. Only, since they were Suzy's
daughters, THEIR clothes were stylish, clean, and well-fitting,
as well as being incredibly sexy. Short little mini-skirts, with
matching panties that almost looked as if they weren't wearing
any. Matching strapless halter-tops that looked like they were
defying gavity barely covered the older two girls' budding young
breasts. As for Jennifer, a one-piece outfit with padding over
her almost non-existant breasts made her look the very image of
the "kindersluts" that some rock-music teenage stars try to
create. The dress was so short, that you actually COULD see the
plain white cotton panties, dimpled in front, when she stood up.
It was only sitting down, that she looked demure. I never
dreamed that plain white cotton panties could look so sexy.
The girls all knew it though. Every one of the girls on
that bus seemed to exude sex; seeming to say, "I like to fuck;
why don't you try me out?"
Only, being an adult, you knew better. Even TALK to any of
those imitation-sluts, and you'd hear them yelling "Child
Molester!" so loud. . .
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On the other hand. . . I might be mistaken. . . Last week, I
would have said the same thing would happen, if I even accidently
touched any one of my three nieces in an intimate spot. Now, I
had not only "touched" them, I had FUCKED each one of the little
girls, and all three of them were going off to school with my
sperm wriggling up in their tight little bellies, in search of
their waiting eggs. Not only hadn't they screamed about being
molested, but all three girls were actually HOPING I had knocked
each one of them up.
Maybe those girls WEREN'T being just teases. Maybe they
WOULD like to fuck, just as much as their clothes screamed they
would. <Sigh.> Sadly, there was no SAFE way to find out.
Meanwhile, I "had a bone to pick" (Giggle.) with my little
slut of a sister. Luckily, I had Friday off. . . Of course, Suzy
had probably figured on THAT too.
"You set me up," I accused Suzy; idly stirring the coffee
while looking at her angrily. After all, she might have given me
some warning, or even ASKED me. I mean, what if I didn't WANT to
have children? After all, I'm over 35 years old. And just
because I like to read (and write) sexy stories about little
girls having sex, doesn't mean I wanted to molest my own nieces!
Actually, I had never PLANNED on letting the girls ever find
out about me an my proclivity for young-stuff. At least, not
until they were LONG past that age themselves; preferably
comfortably married, so they would know from first-hand
experience that I COULD control my body and emotions. That way,
they would feel safe leaving me around THEIR children.
That Suzy had known about me lusting after her when she was
young, but not putting the "make" on her, I figured was why she
had trusted me alone with her girls up to now; even when she
started the "nudist thing" around the house. I had never offered
to even touch her daughters, even when they gave me a rousing
erection; just ignoring it until it went down. It seemed my
little slut of a sister HAD noticed my erection, and so had her
slutty little girls. Now, I wasn't sure if I could ever trust
MYSELF, if left alone with a sexy little girl any more. . . (Of
course, the way things looked, I wouldn't be EXPECTED to "leave
the little girl alone." Far from it.)
And it was all my sister's fault.
Suzy didn't say anything, as I poured this all out in her
ear; just picking up the breakfast dishes and putting them in the
diswasher, tidying up the kitchen, wiping down the table, picking
up the towels in the bathroom from where we left tham after that
incredible shower, and continuing into her bedroom, where I half
expected her to shut the door in the face of my continuing
tirade. Only she didn't.
Suzy pointedly held open the door to let me follow her,
while she picked up some of her husband's underwear and threw it
in the clothes-hamper and finally sat down on the bed and started
to remove her earrings; placing each carefully on the bedstand.
"And why me?" I asked for the umpteenth time. "You DON'T
offer an alchoholic whiskey! Why did you offer ME, a known
pedophile, the chance to boff your poor innocent little girls?"
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This brought a snort from Suzy. Well. . . Maybe she was
right. Virginal they may have been; but my nieces were FAR from
innocent.
"Because I knew you would accept," replied my little sister;
finally deciding that I had run down enough to listen to her.
"Huh?" Well, I never SAID I was all that bright.
"Oh Fred, Fred," sighed Suzy; opening her legs, and pulling
me between them, so my head was buried in her bountiful bosom.
"You poor man. All your life, you've been dreaming about getting
into some little girl's panties, just like you should have done
to your little sister when she was 10 and you were a horny
teenager of 15."
While speaking, my little sister pulled my face up to meet
hers, so I could see the love in her eyes while she continued.
Somehow my prick slid into her wide-spread hole, with no effort
on either of our parts; as if it knew where it belonged, and
needed no directions.
"You've been dreaming about this all your life," My little
sister Susan continued, while rocking her hips slightly, so my
prick would slide in the rest of the way, "and now that you've
finally got it; not one, but THREE little girls letting you
inside their hot little panties, you don't know what to do. . .
You poor boy."
"But Susan," I said; now using the name that nobody but
mother had used for her since she got out of her teens, "I took
Jenny's virginity! And I'm fairly sure I got Lisa's too." Both
of us seemed to ignore the fact that my prick was sliding in and
out of my little sister's slick wet hole; where it felt like it
had always belonged.
"So, did they complain?" she asked; squeezing my prick
almost unconciously.
"No, but. . ."
"But what?" she asked; directing my mouth back down to her
now fully-erect nipples.
"But I came in them!" There! Now maybe she'd understand.
I grabbed a beautiful breast with both hands, to lick it better,
while she answered.
"So?" she asked. "Of course you did. That's generally what
happens when you fuck somebody," she continued reasonably.
"Sometime this morning, I HOPE you're going to cum in ME," she
said; looking down at the fat cylinder connecting her to her
brother. "Only I hope it's not TOO soon," she added with a
giggle.
Me either.
"My God, Suzy. I could get your little girls pregnant by
cumming in them," I said; jamming my prick up in HER belly, for
emphasis. "I mean, Marie may be on the pill, like you said last
night, but for sure Jenny and Lisa aren't!"
"I never said Marie was on the pill," corrected Suzy;
confirming my earlier suspicions. "I said it was OK to cum in
her. . . And it was. Did she mind?"
"No, but," I started.
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"No 'Buts,'" she teased me. "That's what matters; if she
minded. All three girls know what happens when a man squirts his
sperm inside a girl who's having periods. . . She gets pregnant.
Isn't that the whole idea of squirting your cum inside a girl?"
she asked; looking pointedly down at where my prick was about to
do just that. Looking me straight in the eye afterwards, somehow
I KNEW Suzy was telling me that SHE was not on the pill, just
like her little girls.
"But Mike. . ." I raised one last frantic objection. I
didn't want to hurt my best-friend, and the man I knew Suzy loved
more than she could ever love me, or anybody else. SOMEHOW, I
would have to pull out, but I didn't know how. At least, if I
DID accidently squirt inside my little sister, the chances were
that any kids she had would be his. I had watched them fuck at
least once the previous night, and my little sister hadn't acted
all that horny this morning; even though she just HAD to know
that all three of her little girls had been screwed royally the
previous night, by her own horny big brother. Ergo, my brother-
in-law had been treating my little sister right. Of course, I
always knew he did. Mike was almost as horny as I was, and loved
my little sister almost as much as I do.
"Don't worry about Mike," soothed Suzy. "He had a vasectomy
about three years ago. That's why we both want YOU to help me
this time. Please?"
Oh shit. Mike. . . Suzy. . . WANTD me to "help" her get
pregnant? As I said, "Oh shit." I could no more stop the coming
eruption, than I could tell Suzy I didn't like the idea. I
did. . . far too much. Still, that didn't stop me. If both my
sister AND her husband wanted me to impregnate her, then I wasn't
about to say, "No." I did it. I squirted my sperm in my own
little sister; just like I had dreamed about for so many years.
Running through the back of my mind, was a comment one of my
nieces had made the night before, about her mother expecting me
to father four or five kids my little sister. At the time, I had
dismissed it as just part of the wet-dream seduction.
Oh shit. I did it again; squirting yet another thick glob
of incestuous cum in my little sister's belly; as if I could do
the job of keeping her pregnant for the next five years, all in
one big squirt. I was finally realizing my dream of not only
fucking my little sister, but doing my best to get her pregnant.
Not only that, but both she AND her husband seemed to want me to?
I HAD to talk to Mike. If for no other reason, than to thank him
for trusting me with the woman he loved most in the world. AND
for loving my sister enough to let her do this. I wondered HOW I
was ever going to be able to repay this debt. Knowing Mike
though, HE would be thanking me. If I was a girl, I think I'd
fight my sister for the chance to marry the lug.
Finally we pulled apart. Suzy looked down at the white drop
oozing from the tip of my prick; matching the white goo dribbling
onto the rug from her furry little snatch. "Thanks, Big
Brother," she said, looking at me with a smirk on her face, "I
hope I'm pregnant now."
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I grabbed a pillow and swatted her. That line came from
page-3 of the first story she ever admitted knowing was mine.
Suzy giggled; grabbed the other pillow; and swatted me back.
By the time we recovered our senses, the room was strewn with
feathers, and the furry mattress streaked with obscene streaks of
half-dried cum. What a mess.
Suzy just grinned when I pointed this out to her; threw the
bedspread in the laundry; the tattered pillow in the trash, and
helped me pick up most of the scattered feathers, before
vacuuming the remainder up. "No problem," she said, with a
smirk. this almost started us up all over again. . . ("The kids
in the Basement", page-15, paragraph-4.) I LIKE my little
sister. . . She's a pervert. . . MY kind of pervert.
Since Suzy had made dinner last night, and breakfast for me
this morning, I invited her out to lunch. I am NOT poor. No,
I'm not as rich as Mike and Suzy, but I do OK. Software is a
fairly good paying business, IF you're any good at it. While I
don't make as much money as Bill Gates (Who else does?) and I
don't own any high-buck software-houses, I DO get paid pretty
well for what I do. I have a house, Mercedes, boat, three cats
and a dog, all paid for, and a fair amount stuffed away in a
retirement account. I've been told I would be a pretty good
catch for some girl to marry, (Always by married women) but I
never seem to meet any that are bright enough that I would have,
but still dumb enough to have me. (Well, how man girls do YOU
know who are bright enough to discuss politics, quantum theory,
sex, baseball, and the internet, and yet would put up with an
admitted pedophile, and writer-of-porn involving little girls who
like to have sex? Not many, huh?)
Over coffee afterwards, Suzy explained everything. Now that
I had "started the job," my sister figured I wouldn't back out
now until it was finished. My little sister knows me all too
well. Now that I had left at least ONE good squirt of my seed in
all three of her daughter's tight little cunnies, and another
good squirt or two in hers, Suzy figured I would at least stick
around long enough to see that they were all either properly
knocked up, or that I had "Mr. Completely" on all four counts.
She was right. No WAY could I quit until I saw all four flat
little tummies bulging with my baby growing inside each one. Now
that I KNEW they wanted me to, the only way I would quit screwing
the little girls, was if the sheriff came and physically pulled
me off them. Suzy too, if SHE was willing.
Knowing this, my slutty little sister decided I deserved to
know the whole story. Well! It was about TIME someone clued me
in on what was going on. I told Suzy this, and she giggled. We
must have talked for almost two solid hours in the corner of that
coffee-shop. Following, is the gist of what she told me:
"It all started about 4 years ago, when Mike first got hired
at Phenotype-Systems Inc.; before the big stock-split, and the
management changeover. For the first time we started getting
enough money to do more than just enough to feed us and the kids,
and pay the bills. Not enough that we figured we could afford
MORE kids, but enough to feel fairly comfortable.
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One of the perks of Mike's new job as Sales-Manager, was a
computer. He got to like it so well, and used it so much, that
he managed to convince upper-management that it would pay for
them to have him connected at home, as well as at work. . . Just
like his cellular-phone. Well, it did pay. In fact, it paid so
well, that his boss GAVE him the computer as a bonus that
Christmas. They also paid for the big disk-drive, and the high-
speed modem, to allow him to 'connect' to work and elsewhere.
Well, being a computer-junkie yourself, you can imagine what
came next. . ."
(Here I had a quiet giggle.)
"Yep. . . the internet, and Usenet, and IRC, and lord knows
what all else. For about a month, I was almost a 'computer
widow' until Mike got tired of sitting down there chatting and
reading sex-stories, and 'networking' while a sexy young wife got
all horny upstairs. Yeah, reading sex-stories. I didn't learn
about THAT, until later.
Anyway, just about the time Mike started getting bored with
the computer, the kids discovered it. Particularly Marie. When
she found she could pull in various games, 'off the net' for
nothing more than the time it took to download, well she was
hooked. Within a month, she had rigged up her own web-page, with
links to more free software from all over the world. Then she
got on IRC, where one of the horny old men who browse there,
tried to 'meat' her. <Giggle.> All he really accomplished, was
to tell her about the alt.sex stuff on Usenet. Uhuh.
Well, the first Mike and I heard about this, was one night
when Marie-Ann came into our bedroom stark-naked one night, and
proceeded to climb into bed with the two of us, as if she did it
all the time. She seemed to expect Mike to just snuggle up to
her, and fuck her with me there, and not think a thing about it.
OH? You've heard that story? Really?
(Sorry, I'm being sarcastic.)
Yep. . . 'Martha's Little girl'. Marie had been reading a
whole set of stories like that, that someone named 'Fred
Flintstone' had been posting. (Really, Fred. . . 'Fred,' I can
understand, but 'Flintstone?' Who was your partner in crime?
Barney Rubble? OOOh! You're Kidding! He WAS named Barny?
That's RICH.) Anyway, this 'letter' she got from the net
purported to be a girl telling how she got her father to 'teach
her about sex,' by crawling into bed between her parents, where
her mother slipped her husband's big prick up inside her little
girl, so the kid could 'learn how to make a baby, and help her
mother.' Such garbage, but the kid fell for it.
Well, so did Marie. She thought this happened to a REAL
girl, and from this and a few other stories (She learned quickly
to avoid stories labeled SM, NC, snuff, and TG.) the kid began to
think that almost ALL women were just dying to see their little
girls get fucked by their husbands, while most men were wishing
they could fuck their own daughters, but were scared to. So,
Marie decided to make it easy for both of us. She wasn't scared
of getting pregnant; not having periods yet; so she figured that
we could all have some fun, and she could make her poor daddy
feel good.
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(The stories all made it sound like the poor man was
suffering so badly; not being able to stick his prick up inside
his little girl.) What a bunch of hokey. Very sexy hokey; but
hokey, nonetheless.
Anyway, we finally figured all this out, and corrected our
daughter's misconceptions. Mike was NOT achingly horny; just
waiting to slip his thick prick up in his little girl's belly,
and fill her full of baby-juice. In fact, he'd never even
thought about it before.
Marie was disappointed. Didn't Daddy LIKE her? Was she
ugly or something? All these OTHER girls had fathers who loved
THEM. Why didn't Daddy love HER, enough to make a baby in her,
like all the other girls? (I must say Fred, that in writing a
story you make even Mike look like a piker when it comes to
selling things. I always thought that Mike could sell ice-cubes
to an Eskimo, but you could sell the poor guy his own igloo, and
make him think he was getting a bargain.)
By the time we finished convincing Marie that her father not
only loved her, loved me, and that we did NOT think she was ugly,
somehow we found that we had promised that Mike would fuck her.
Just once, so she could feel what it was like, but the real
thing. Uhuh. I think we were as naive as Marie was.
Well, you don't need a diagram drawn to figure out what
happened after that, do you? Uhuh. It didn't stop at 'just
once.' Once Marie found out how good it felt to have a man
really make love to her (Mike did it up brown, the first time.)
she kept coming back, to feel it 'Just once more, Mommy.' And
Mike could no more deny her, once he'd felt her tight little slit
squeezing the cum out of his prick, than he could hurt her in any
other way. That was the problem, you see.
We both knew that Marie was too young to appreciate the way
she was getting hooked on sex with her father. But making her
stop, would hurt her even worse. So we continued. After a
while, we didn't feel so guilty about it, as Marie seemed to
enjoy it so much, and nothing bad ever seemed to happen. Once we
got over the shock of a man screwing his own daughter that is.
Well, That may have been the first story, but it wasn't the
last. Marie liked pretending that she was the little girl in
'Martha's Little Girl' so much, that she kept an eye out for
other stories by the same author. . . Now that she knew they were
stories.
Next came 'Daddy's Little Girls' and Marie acted out all
three parts, (Once we convinced her it would NOT be a good idea
for her 6 and 7 year old little sisters to get involved. Mike
was just too big.) Within a year, we had acted out ALL of the
stories we could find by 'Fred Flintstone'. Uhuh, ALL of them.
It was about a year later, that Marie had her first period.
Yep. and she would NOT go on the pill; insisting that she wasn't
going to 'cheat' Mike out of making a baby in her. Still, 10
years old? We couldn't do it. Besides, with the sudden downturn
in the economy we couldn't afford another child in the house. We
couldn't stop having sex either. . . So Mike got a vasectomy.
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Marie was a little disappointed, but not too much. She had
read a lot by now about having babies, and how it hurt. Still,
she had been willing to do it for her father. When Mike decided
HE wasn't going to father a child on his own daughter, she
accepted it. It was nice for another reason too. . . I could go
off the pill. So I did.
Then, about two years ago, 'Fred Flintstone' left his email
address on the web, and Marie recognized it. That was the first
time I ever realized my big brother had been having horny
fantasies about me, ever since before I was even a teenager.
Sometimes I almost wish he had let me know. For sure, I would
never have turned him down. . . Even if I had gotten pregnant.
But it's probably better not. Our parents would NEVER have
understood their little girl having a baby by her own big
brother. <Sigh.>
So that was when I confronted you with the story.
Which pretty much brings us up to about six months ago.
Then, first Jenny and then Lisa started having periods.
Next, Mike ended up in the big stock-deal, where with his
stock-options and other things, he managed to acquire almost a
third of the voting-stock, and ALL of the confidence of the
Board-of-Directors. As CEO, his income is now high enough that
we can afford all the kids we ever wanted. And we had wanted a
LOT, when we were younger. With Marie to help, maybe we could
make up for lost time. Even the younger kids might help out.
So, we started leaving the stories around where Jenny and
Lisa would find them. At the same time, I started the 'nudist'
thing, so the girls would be used to seeing each other and their
father naked. We never planned on ever asking the kids to have
sex. We thought that they would come around asking US, just like
Marie had. . . Only nothing worked out as planned.
First, and worst, Mike's vasectomy turned out to be
irreversible. Scarring of the tubes, or something like that.
Second, <Giggle.> the girls didn't get all horny for their
father, from reading your sex-stories, they got all horny for the
author! Something about just knowing somebody who writes all
loving stories like that just got the little girls all creamy in
the snatch. When I told Mike how our plans had all been ruined,
he laughed! Now I know why Mike is such a great salesman, that
other people are always asking his advice on how to do things.
He sees things from an angle that other people don't.
Like a book I read about, called the 'Consultant's Handbook'
where the essence of consulting is using somebody else's watch to
tell them what time it is. Mike pointed out that if we just got
you properly IN the family <Tee Hee.> that our problems would all
go away. You would not only get to finally fuck your little
sister, like you had dreamed about for years, and properly knock
her up too, but you would also realize your pedophile's wet-dream
of fucking not one, but THREE little girls who were not only
willing, but EAGER to have you plant a baby in their tight little
bellies.
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WE on the other hand, would get the children we wanted.
(Mike says if the kids can't be his, at least they're mine and
partly his through the girls. Besides, he'd rather have YOU
knock the kids up, than have them go out with some punk kid who'd
get them on drugs and we'd possibly never find out who the father
was. He likes you, Fred.)
And me? I would finally get to feel my own handsome big
brother's babies growing in my tummy; like I've been dreaming
about ever since I read, 'Big Brother's Little Sister' Mike says
it will be worth it to have you knock me up, as long as you give
him lots of grandchildren too. What do you say, 'Big Brother?'
Want to give your 'Little Sister' a big belly? I thought so."
Well, I could bore you with what happened after that. (OK,
so reading about me screwing my little sister and three nieces;
leaving great gobs of incestuous sperm making babies in their
tight little tummies is the very reason you're reading this.)
But I won't. (All together now, "AAAaaawwW!") I'm tired, and I
need my sleep. Wouldn't YOU be tired, after knocking up your
little sister, and her three daughters in one week-long marathon
of almost non-stop fucking, where the only time you got to rest,
was when your prick got so limp from squirting sperm in your
nieces sucking young wombs, that it wouldn't rise when all three
little girls combined to give you a blow-job that would make a
pedophile's wet-dream look pale and stale?
God, there's NOTHING like squirting your white sticky sperm
up in the tight little tube of a pre-teenaged girl who not only
wants to fuck, but wants YOU to teach her how to make a baby, and
there's actually a good chance you might be doing just that.
Unless it's doing the same thing, all night long, with the
little girl's fertile young mother, who just happens to be your
own sexy little pervert of a sister. Now THERE is a pedophile's
dream of heaven. Your sexy little sister with a big belly by
you, AND her three underaged daughters in the same condition;
with all four girls happy about it. Now THAT is sexy.
Damn. I need a little girl to fuck. How about you,
Jennifer? Want to get pregnant by your own uncle?
It's a deal.
Wanna more incest?