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From: "mac"
Date: Sunday, September 08, 2002 12:55



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.


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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.


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"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.


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"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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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. . .


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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. 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.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

"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.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

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. 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.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

(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.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.
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, 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
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.


------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.
49 comments

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-10 06:35:01
pretty good story dude but you you could of had a longer epilouge

anonymous readerReport

2013-02-15 15:08:21
JUST PLAIN STUPID . HE WAS STUPID TO STAY AND HIS SISTER WAS STUPID NOT TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO HIM AHEAD OF TIME. SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM YEARS AGO WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. SEEMS HE WOULD BE MAD AS HELL THAT SHE WAITED SO LONG TO TELL HIM HOW SHE FELT AND WOULD NOT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH HER NOW.

anonymous readerReport

2012-04-24 10:00:34
Disgusting you all make me sick!

anonymous readerReport

2011-10-28 02:22:12
I'm so glad I found my solution olnnie.

Anonymous readerReport

2010-04-25 22:50:59
It was a good story but please fill the whole page. Its rather annoying to read like this.

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