Safe-Sex
                           An Erotic Story
                 by Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>


I was on the BBS the other day, and I saw a story about where a girl
"used" her little sister as a method of "birth control".  The story
was kind of sick, as the older girl both used, and abused her little
sister.  It wasn't as bad as some, because she didn't get into
bondage, or pain, or anything like that.  The coercion was purely of
the "You'd better do this, or you'll be in even bigger trouble,"
type.  Still, the relationship was definitely NOT healthy, even
though it did make a fairly HOT story.

The idea of using your own little sister as a method of "birth
control" is not new to me, as my big brother and I were doing
something similar with our little sister for years, only we always
called it "Safe-Sex" and she was never forced into doing anything.

It all started when my big brother got grounded for a month after the
big party.  I felt a little sympathy for my big brother, as he was
the only one who got punished, and that, because HE was the one who
got "caught."  Still, what he had been about to do could only be
called stupid.  So, I wasn't too sympathetic.

"Well, Geesh!"  I said.  "It's your own fault!"  I was getting tired
of hearing my brother complain about how it wasn't fair.  Especially,
as he knew that Linda hadn't gotten punished at all, and kept rubbing
it in down at school.  I was sitting on my big brother's bed, with my
legs dangling, while I listened to him make the same complaint for
the third time that day.  How my 12-year-old, older brother, ever got
Linda Shackmier (giggle) to go with someone 2 years her junior, I'll
never know, except that Linda was Definitely a "slut" and by
reputation, would fuck anything in pants (panties too, I hear).  Now,
the older girl was making life miserable for him, blaming him, saying
things like "I knew I should have gone out with a MAN."  This, after
it had been HER idea to do it there.  Of course Now, I realize that
Jason really didn't have any choice, as he was just getting into his
sexual prime, and the pressure of "not getting laid" was almost
driving him insane.  So when a sexy chick like Linda implied that she
would "let him do it" only under her conditions, I guess I can't
really blame him for trying.  I don't think Linda really intended to
cheat him.  She may have been kinky, but she was basically too fair
(and too horny) for that.  She just got off on the thrill of it.

I continued, pointing this out to my big brother.  "In her own
father's car, for God's sake!  And a convertible, at that.  Not to
mention, right in front of the house.  You two were just TRYING to
get caught.  Why didn't you hire a brass-band, and set off fireworks,
while you were at it?"  I was getting disgusted at the thought.

Jason blushed and explained.  "It was the only place she would do it
with me," he said.  "You know how kinky Linda is.  It kinda' turned
her on, thinking we might get caught."

"Well she did," I said acidly.  "And what did you get out of it,
besides a sore knee, that is?"

My brother winced at the reference to his bandaged knee, but didn't
answer, as I continued, "And why, oh WHY, did you pick a slut like
Linda?  Couldn't you find some NICE girl to help you out?  Who knows
what you might have picked up from her?  It's probably a good thing
that you WERE caught, before you managed to do anything."

The fact that he really HADN'T done anything seemed to bother him the
most.  He had barely gotten Linda's dress up when the girl's mother
had returned unexpectedly for her missing checkbook, and "The s**t
hit the fan," so to speak.

"Oh, come off it, Karen," said Jason.  "If a girl is a 'nice' girl,
she doesn't do it.  If a girl does it, then by definition, she isn't
a 'nice' girl any more, she's a slut.  That's why I wanted to do it
with Linda.  I know she liked it, and I couldn't get her knocked-up,
or anything.  Heck, Even if 'nice' girls do do it, they wouldn't do
it with ME.  They all think I'm too young!"  This was said with all
the frustration of a boy with the sex-drive of an 18 year old, in a
12 year old body.

I finally took pity on my big brother, and decided it was time to
carry out my plan to ease his boredom and frustration at being
grounded.  "Maybe, that's because you never asked the right girl," I
said quietly.

My brother's hearing is pretty good.  In spite of the TV blaring in
the other room, he not only heard, but comprehended what I was
talking about.  I watched Jason's eyes get big, and then he hurried
over to his bedroom door, looked furtively around to make sure Daddy
and Mother were busy, and then he shut it, closing out most of the
noise as well.

"Who?"  he gasped, getting right to the point.  "Who is she?  You
mean, you know someone who wouldn't mind..."  He didn't say it.  He
just grabbed my arms, and pleaded, when I didn't answer.  "Aw, C'mon
Karen, don't tease me!"

"I'm not teasing you," I said, blushing a little.  "Can't you tell
who it is?"

"Candy?  Carol?  Ginny?"  he asked, naming my girlfriends off one by
one.  At my continued head-shakes, he started getting frantic.
"C'mon Karen, who is it?"

"Some high-class lover you are," I sniffed.  "Can't even recognize a
willing woman when you've got her alone in your own bedroom."  Well,
OK, I exaggerated about the "woman" part.  But my big brother DID
turn me on.  He always had.  Even at 3, I had been following him
around like a puppy-dog.  At 10, I was getting almost as frustrated
as my big brother, but I knew who I wanted for a bed-partner, even if
he didn't.

Jason's jaw dropped.  He may be slow, sometimes, but not very often,
and never very much.  "You mean YOU wouldn't mind, if I?..."  He
couldn't say it.  He actually got tongue-tied, and blushed right down
to his hair-roots.

I could.  Finish the sentence, that is.  "...fucked me?"  I shook my
head.  Mind?  I guess you could say I "minded," in the same way that
a starving man would "mind" being handed a hamburger, or a man dying
of thirst would "mind" being given a tall glass of ice-cold milk.

All of a sudden, my big brother seemed to have 14 hands and 5 pairs
of lips as he began feeling me up all over, and when I didn't object,
Kissing me as well.  Suddenly, our clothes seemed dreadfully in the
way, and he was about to pull my panties down, when the situation
reminded him of something.  This was almost exactly the same position
he had been in when Linda's mother drove up.  Not in a bedroom,
maybe, but in the car.  And our parents were right outside that door.
If they came in and found him doing to his little sister, what had
gotten him into so much trouble, when he had just TRIED to do it with
a slut like Linda... My big brother broke out in a cold sweat,
suddenly losing interest.

"What's the matter?"  I asked.  I had just been getting into it.

"We can't do it here!"  said Jason, glancing fearfully at the door.
His voice rose almost to a wail.  "I don't know of ANYPLACE we can do
it.  Not where someone won't walk in on us sometime."  He had a
point.  Kids our age didn't have any REAL privacy.  Maybe, for a good
reason, too.  Think how many kids would get knocked-up, if they all
had someplace "private" that no adult, or anyone they DIDN'T want,
could look into.  Still, I had an answer to this, too.  When I
decided to help "take care" of my big brother's "horny" problem, I
had thought of this as well, and had an answer already prepared.

"We'll just have to use my room," I said.

Jason gaped at me.  "Oh, Fine!"  he said sarcastically.  "And I
suppose Diane will play lookout for us, or maybe she gets off, on the
idea of watching her older brother and sister doing the big-nasty on
her bed."  Jason almost sneered at the idea of using the bedroom I
shared with my little sister to have sex in.

I grinned.  This was getting to be fun!  "Got it right!"  I crowed.
"Both times!  I can't believe it!  Except Diane insists that we DON'T
use her bed.  She says she's NOT sleeping on a wet spot, that she
didn't help create."

It was almost comical, to watch the sandbagged expression on my big
brother's face.  It took him almost 2 minutes to recover, and then,
only when he had an inspiration.  "You're kidding," he said.  "Right?"

"Nope!"  I said.  Jason's amazement returned.  "Think about it," I
said.  "Our room is downstairs, in the far corner of the house.
Nobody can come down there without us hearing them on those old
creaky stairs.  If we don't yell, or scream, or something, no one
will.  Best of all, there's a back-exit."

Jason looked at me.

"The bathroom," I amplified.  "You can get to it from our room."
Diane's and my bedroom had once been the master bedroomof the house.
Mom and Dad preferred to sleep upstairs, and so Diane and I had
gotten it, as our parents didn't figure Jason would need as much room
as two girls.  Of course, if they had originally figured on all his
computer equipment...

"Side exit," he quibbled.  "And you mean Diane's going to go for
this?"

"Uhuh," I reassured him.  "She said she didn't mind being a lookout,
as long as she got to watch... Do you know how HARD it is for a kid
her age to find out about sex?  Wouldn't you have given your right
arm to have a chance to watch when you were her age?"

Jason nodded.  He had once been 5 years old himself.  So, for that
matter, had I.

Jason made up his mind.  "Well then, Little Sister," he said, his
comical voice putting capitals on the last two words, "what in the
heck are we waiting for?"  He grabbed my arm and started for the door.

I stayed put on the bed, and he jerked back as my arm brought him to
a halt.  "Diane," I said, answering his question.  "This isn't going
to work unless we DO have a lookout.  We're going to be too busy to
watch out, and if we don't..."

"We get caught," finished Jason.  "Shit.  And it'll be HOURS before
skating practice is over."

"Just 18 more minutes," I teased him, looking at the clock on the
bedstand.

"Well, it'll seem like hours," he retorted.  "Let's get out of here
before looking at you in that sexy little dress gets the better of
me, and I rape you right here on the floor, Mommy and Daddy in the
next room or not."

"You really think it's sexy?"  I asked, twirling in the miniskirt
that barely covered the bottom of my matching panties, as I got up to
follow him out the door.  I knew I looked sexy in it, that's the only
reason I had bought it, but a girl likes to hear it from a man.

"Grrrr," he said, reaching for the doorknob, and almost getting the
door in his face, as Daddy peeked in, proving just how right we had
been.

"There's something you two kids should see on television," he said.
Jason and I looked at each other.  We both knew that it had just been
an excuse.  Daddy had been worried about what his two children had
been doing, alone, in his son's bedroom, and had gone to check up.
If he had been only 5 minutes earlier... We both shivered.

Actually, it turned out that Daddy was right.  They were showing the
news on television about the upcoming ice-straveganza, and they
actually showed Diane skating!  They were calling her a "Local girl,
who shows a lot of talent for her age."  I thought that last was a
little unfair, as Diane showed a lot of talent for MY age, let alone
5 years old.

The remaining 15 minutes raced by, after all, as we all discussed
this.  Then Diane got home, and was all excited and wanted to see her
interview.  She was disappointed that they didn't show the interview
with her, insisting that they had said they would.  (Actually, they
did, that night on the 10 o'clock news.) We all watched as Daddy
re-ran the tape several times.

Then it was dinner time.  Then chores.  It was two hours, before we
were free.  Finally!

Diane and I announced, loudly, that we would be downstairs, working
on her skates, while Jason announced (also loudly) that he was going
over to see Mike.  He went down to the front door, opened it, and
slammed it, then went downstairs to the bathroom.  That way, if
somebody noticed, he'd have an explanation.

About two minutes later, Diane and I were clambering down the stairs,
gaily chattering, as if this wasn't really the most exciting day of
our lives.  The first time that I got to fuck, and the first time
that she got to watch!

Once we were inside the door, and had it closed and locked we made a
mad-scramble for the bathroom door.  Jason was waiting impatiently on
the other side.

Ten seconds later, we were hurriedly getting undressed after Diane
assured him that she really wanted to do this.  Jason had his pants
down around his legs, when a thought occurred to him.  "How about
you, Karen?"  he asked.  "Are you SURE that YOU don't mind?"

I told him that I was positive, but: "If you EVER, so much as even
TOUCH a slut like Linda again, you'll never EVER touch me again!"  I
made myself very clear.  "I'm not taking a chance on picking up some
disease from who-knows-who," I amplified.

Jason looked a little worried.  "You mean, I can't date?"  he asked.

"I said 'slut' like Linda.  But if you ever so much as stick a finger
in the pussy of anyone else, you'd better have certified proof that
she's still a virgin."  I giggled at another thought.  "Except me, of
course."

Jason's worried look returned, after vanishing when I told him he
could date.  "You mean, you aren't a virgin?"  he asked.

"I mean," I giggled again, "I won't be in another 10 minutes!"

"Oh," said Jason thoughtfully.  Then louder, "Oh!"  A big grin spread
across his face, as he hurried to remove the rest of his clothing.
"I guess I won't be either," he explained.  "Finally!"  he said with
heartfelt relief.

By this time, we were both naked, but suddenly shy as we approached
each other.  We were distracted by movement in the corner of the
room.  Diane was just removing the last item of her own clothing.
"Don't mind me," she said.  "I'm just going to watch.  I just feel
more comfortable if I'm not the only one still dressed in the room.
Go ahead, you two, pretend that I'm not even here."

Well, it was impossible to forget she was there, and I really didn't
want to.  For one thing, Diane had stationed herself near the door,
with one ear against it, as her eager eyes took in everything else.
I knew that Diane was taking her role of lookout seriously, and
wouldn't let us down.  For another, it was kind of kinky-sexy to
think of making love to my own big brother while my cute little
sister watched.  "C'mere Big Boy," I husked low in my throat.  (OK,
OK!  I didn't "husk" more like squeaked, actually) "Let's fuck!"

Jason almost burst out laughing at my attempt to be sexy.  Somehow,
he managed to stifle it.  (Later, he told me that he found me sexiest
when I was just myself.  Just a normal, giggling schoolgirl.) Still,
he didn't waste any time.  Two seconds later, I was lying on the bed
as something big and hard pushed into the tiny little hole between my
legs.  "Oh!"  we both said, as the head of his penis snapped into the
entrance to my vagina.  His cock had been leaking so much pre-cum for
the past hour that it was slippery as a greased cucumber.  I groaned
as I felt my self being packed inside as he pushed it in farther.

Jason stopped.  "Does it hurt?"  he asked worriedly, after hearing my
groan.

"Unngh," I groaned again.  "Feel's good," was all I was able to get
out.

Jason grinned so big that I thought it was going to split his face.
Here he was, fucking his own sexy 10 year old little sister, and she
thought it "feels good."  He started sliding his cock in and out of
me, faster and faster.  Suddenly, the wonderful feeling of his cock
inside me gave way to an unexpected sensation as he went deeper and
deeper inside my hot little hole.  The feeling was pain!

"Jason," I said, "wait.  Jason, I... I... IEEEEEEEEK!"  I shrieked,
as my big brother's cock suddenly slid all the way up in my belly,
and his pubic hair came to rest against my bare little pussy lips.  I
was vaguely aware of my little sister slipping into a robe and going
through the bathroom as she went to check out the reaction my scream
had on our parents.

"Sa...Sah...Sorry," panted my big brother.  From the feeling of his
cock jerking inside me, he wasn't too sorry.  "Should I pull it out?"

"Don't be silly!"  I muttered.  After all this lead-up, to stop just
when I got my cherry popped didn't make much sense.  "Just go easy,
OK?"

Well, I've got to hand it to my big brother; he tried.  He kept
getting all excited, and would start ramming his cock up inside me,
then would remember, and slow down.  Then, 30 seconds later, he'd get
all excited again.  During this time, I was vaguely aware of my
little sister's return to the room, and her interested gaze.  I knew
it was OK, as she didn't say anything.  "Oh, stop it, Jason," I said,
referring to his attempts to take it easy on me.

Jason froze until I continued.  "Stop trying to take it easy on me,"
I explained.  "Hurry up and cum in me.  I'll like it better next
time.  You're just making it hurt more by trying to take it easy."

My big brother started to push his cock back up inside me, hard this
time, when something else started to bother him.  "Uh Karen," he
said, "you don't mean that, do you?  About having me 'cum' in you, I
mean.  I don't want to get you pregnant."

I grinned up at my big brother.  He cared enough about me to actually
pull out just when he needed to cum the most.  "Don't be silly," I
said.  "You can cum in me, as much as you want.  I haven't even
started having my 'monthlies' yet, so you don't have to worry."  I
didn't mention a few horror-stories I had heard about girls who got
pregnant before they ever HAD their "period."

"Actually, it might be fun to pretend that you're trying to knock me
up, and I'm going to actually get pregnant when you squirt your sperm
inside me."

Even the thought must have been too exciting for Jason.  Suddenly, I
felt the head of his cock expand inside me as I felt his motion
become a lot slicker.  I felt a slow pulsing as my big brother's cock
began filling me with his rich creamy seed.  Knowing that my own
brother was actually squirting the sticky white stuff that makes
babies inside my crack was thrilling to me.  I didn't climax; but I
was very happy to know I was doing this for my own wonderful big
brother.

Finally, my brother stopped pissing his creamy cum inside my belly.
"Whoooo!  Thanks, Sis," he said.  "Hadn't you better go douche?"

"Don't be silly," I said.  "Even if I could get pregnant, that just
washes it further up inside you.  I told you not to worry.  You can
cum in me all you want, and I won't get pregnant, and you won't catch
any diseases either.  Now that's what I call 'Safe-Sex'.  Just
remember, as long as you stick with me, you can have all the
'Safe-Sex' you want.  But if you ever..."

"I know," he said, "it won't be 'Safe' any more, so you won't let me.
Don't worry, Karen.  I won't forget."

He didn't either.

                                -----

That's how it all started.  From that day on, we practiced our
"Safe-Sex" as we called it two or three times a day.  The third time,
I had my first climax with a man's (well, OK, boy's) cock pulsing my
belly full of his baby-making sperm.  After that, I was almost as
frantic to get laid as Jason was.  One wonderful night, we spent the
whole night together, while our parents went fishing.  This time,
Diane didn't have to play lookout, but she still watched,
interestedly.

Diane always did watch.  She never showed any signs of wanting to do
it herself, but seemed to be pleased that she was able to help us
out, as we seemed to need it a lot.  And we did.

This went on for two wonderful years, until one day, I felt cramps in
my stomach, and later, when I wiped myself after peeing, I found
blood on the tissue.  Shit!  I was having my first period.

That night, we were making love as usual, when I remembered.  I could
get pregnant now!  My big brother was fast approaching his climax
when I told him, "Jason.  You've got to pull out.  I had my period
today.  I could get pregnant.  Jason!"

My brother was almost past hearing.  "Don't want to pull out," he
mumbled.  "Want to cum inside you.  Don't want to get you pregnant.
Want to cum inside.  Oh Karen, I don't know what to dooo!"  He kept
on pumping, and in a minute, I knew my big brother's sperm would be
flooding my now fertile womb.

"I do," said Diane, as she pulled my big brother out of my arms.
Skating makes for great muscles.  I honestly think my little sister
could fight both of us together and win.  She's that strong.  Jason
looked like he was going to cry, as a droplet of sperm was already
starting to ooze from the tip of his penis.

I shuddered.  What if that drop had gotten in me.

"I said, I know what to do," said Diane.  "Cum inside me."

She amplified, at my brother's confused look.  We both knew that
Diane didn't really want to have sex like I did.  Not that she seemed
to mind.  It's just that her interests were elsewhere.  She liked
helping us out though.  "You can fuck Karen, but when you're going to
cum, squirt it in me," she said, almost blowing our minds.  "That way
you can both have a good time, and Karen won't get pregnant.  I won't
mind.  Just because I don't care to fuck, like Karen does, doesn't
mean it bother's me."

Jason looked at Diane, now 7 years old, but still looking only about
4 or 5.  Her rigorous exercise had kept her little figure hard and
small.  "Are you sure," he asked, barely able to keep from squirting
sperm all over the sheets.

Diane didn't answer, she just lay back on the bed and spread her
legs.  Two seconds later, my big brother had his cock all the way up
inside the little girl, and was spasming her little womb full of his
baby-making sperm.  I watched Diane's eyes open wide in shock, as our
big brother's cock almost split her in two.  She had still been a
virgin!  And Jason had been so excited, he had not only broken my
little sister's virginity, but had pushed his now 15 year old cock
right up inside Diane's little 7 year old womb!  It's no wonder she
looked surprised.

Jason shuddered and jerked on top of my little sister as he tried to
plant his seed as deeply as possible in the little girl's belly.

Afterwards, he apologized for not going a little easier on her.
Diane told him that she didn't mind.  "It certainly felt...
Well...different," she said.

After that, we used Diane as our "birth-control-device," like the
girl in the story I told you about.  Except, we still called it
"Safe-Sex".  Every time Jason would fuck me, and when he felt he was
about to cum, he'd pull out and stick it up inside Diane and squirt
his sperm in her.  Diane would just lie there and let him inseminate
her.  Afterwards, he would come back to me and we would continue
making love.  Diane always insisted that she didn't mind taking
Jason's sperm inside her.  In fact, she made sure he did, and told
him that if he knocked me up, there'd be no more "Safe-Sex" for him
from either of us, just like it would be if he ever started fooling
around with a slut.  We could both tell that she was serious.

Once, I had Jason fuck Diane "for real" from start to finish.  Diane
just lay there, barely moving.  She said it felt OK, but she didn't
get off on it like I did.  She told me that it was more fun watching
the two of us fuck than doing it herself.  After that, I stopped
feeling like I might be cheating either her or Jason out of a good
fuck.  I knew I wasn't.

Occasionally, I would feel a little guilty, as I felt like I was
"using" my little sister like a douche-bag, or condom, or something,
to keep from getting pregnant.  Diane giggled at the idea, and said
that she was my "Safe" in the safe-part of "SafeSex," just like a
condom was in the advertisements.  At first, I was shocked, then I
giggled too.  It was funny, after all, using your own sister as a
method of birth control.

I really felt guilty about two years later.

I was watching Jason after a wonderful night of lovemaking.  He had
just finished leaving another big load of incestuous sperm in my
little sister's now 9 year old belly (she didn't look a day over 7)
when I noticed something funny.  My little sister always looked
healthy; but right then, she looked almost too healthy.  Her eyes
were brighter than usual, and there was a warm creamy glow to her
skin that I hadn't noticed before, but that wasn't it.  What
attracted my attention was her belly when Jason pulled his big cock
out of her.  You could always see the little girl's belly bulge when
our big brother's penis went up inside her, but it had always
returned to it's hard, flat self afterwards.  This time it didn't.  A
small bulge now rounded out the little girl's belly.  I had a sinking
sensation.  Diane was pregnant.

This, we weren't able to keep from our parents.  Somehow, it all came
out.  The whole "Safe-Sex" thing.  Mommy and Daddy looked at me as if
it was all my fault.  Somehow, I felt the same way, blaming myself
for getting my little sister pregnant.

Diane didn't seem to care.  She actually seemed to enjoy being
pregnant.  In fact, she insisted that Jason and I go back to using
her for "birth control," even though Daddy had managed to get me an
appointment to the doctor so I could get on the 'pill'.  She said she
couldn't "get" pregnant, when she already was.  I never made that
appointment.

After Diane's baby was born, (A beautiful little girl she called
"Love.") She still kept on taking Jason's sperm inside her.  She said
that nursing a baby was a fairly good method to keep the stork away,
and anyway, she didn't mind if we did have another "accident," as she
was quite happy with the result of the first one.

For two more years, my brother and I continued to use our little
sister for birth control, until he left for college.

It's now two years later, and I'm STILL using my little sister as a
method of birth control.

I feel a little guilty though, as Diane is pregnant again.

I know, I know!  You're wondering how I could do this to my own
little sister.  After all my cute words about loving her, and
"Safe-Sex," and all that junk.  You're probably also wondering how I
could force my little sister to fuck some boyfriend of mine that she
hardly knew, and WHY would my little sister let some guy she hardly
knew get her pregnant.

Well, I didn't, and she didn't.  That would have made me feel REALLY
guilty, not just a tiny bit.  All you need to know, is that our
mother died about 2 years ago, shortly after Jason left for college.

You say that you STILL don't get it?

Dummy!  This baby is Daddy's.