-SLAM!-

The door closing behind her just emphasized the girl's grumpiness. When I had come over to visit my big sister, I hadn't expected the conversation to swirl and stop around my 12-year-old niece like that. Usually the child is alert, cheerful, and practically the life of any party she's in. I couldn't remember a time before today when she hadn't greeted me with a big smile and hug that almost made me cum in my shorts, with wriggling little girl snuggling up to me, and panting hotly in my ear how much she loved her Uncle Joe. (Yes, I'm a full-fledged pedophile, and have been ever since me and my little sister . . . . but that's in the past.) While little girls turn me on, never a hint of this had ever come out between me and any of my cute little nieces . . . especially Maureen. Yes, I'm a pedophile . . . that's lover of little girls, NOT child-molester. I had never even hinted to the child that I would like to have sex with her or how I dreamed almost every day about sliding my thick prick up inside her tight little slit until the little girl begged me to fill her cute little belly with thick white squirts of baby-making cum; NOT because I was scared of frightening her off; but because I KNEW if I did, the little girl would have immediately stripped naked and invited me to fuck her . . . just because she knew I wanted to; whether she did or not. It just isn't fair to pressure someone who loves you that much into having sex. And just knowing how much I wanted it, WOULD be pressure to a little girl who liked me as much as Maureen did. Still, if the 6th-grader had ever tried to seduce ME . . . well, the life of her virginity would have been measured in minutes, if not seconds. Yes, I was sure Maureen was still a virgin (HOW I know, is my own business . . . and hers) though with her personality and looks, she certainly wouldn't be for long. Just the sight of the little girl dressed in these "kinderslut" outfits with short little dresses, and smooth cotton panties was almost enough to give a priest a hard-on, let alone a lover of little girls like me.

Still, like I said, I had never even hinted what the feel of the little girl's body squirming against mine did to me. I didn't want to scare either her or her parents. If her parents knew what their little girl did to me, they probably would never let me come over to visit; while if the child knew, she would probably have tried something we would both regret. I knew I couldn't resist, if Maureen or even one of her little sisters ever tried; so I gave them no reason to ever suspect my feelings for them. Far better for them to just think of me as their favorite uncle, rather than some pervert who wanted to have sex with them . . . no matter HOW willing they might be. The very thought of the troubles we would both have, if either of us started something sexual, was enough to give me the Willies.

I certainly never expected Cathy to suspect me of anything; as I'd never given either her OR the girls the slightest reason to suspect how sexy I thought they were. Even when I watched the kids, I was careful NOT to stare too hard at their beautiful developing bodies; and the few times I actually held one of the girls in my arms (when I arrived, and sometimes when saying good-bye) I was extremely careful not to let my hands wander too far, or hold the delectable body too long. Just the memory of sweet little girl in my arms, and the smell of delicious child's hair in my nostrils was usually enough to keep me in jack-off fantasies for a week or two. Strangely, my fantasies were almost never about the three REAL nieces I had, but of two horny little fantasy-sluts who WANTED to do nasty things with their pedophile uncle. (Yeah, right . . . as if any little girl would really want to fuck her own uncle "bareback"; not caring if she got pregnant or not. While I had read a couple of soft-core porno magazines about little girls who did just that, I knew better. Still, those magazines DID get a lot of use while I lay in my lonely bed at night.)

"What's the matter with HER?" I asked Cathy; nodding at the closed door. Well . . . almost closed. While Maureen had slammed the door, she hadn't shut it properly. A good half-inch of space separated the door from the latch.

"What's bothering HER?" I repeated.

"Nothing . . . just the usual girl having trouble with her boyfriend," replied Cathy. "Seems they can't agree on sex."

"Sex?" I guess I could understand my niece's reluctance to have sex at the age of only 12. So if some boy was trying to pressure her . . . well, I wouldn't tear him apart, but I'd sure make him think I would.

"Yeah, she's not getting any from him . . . he's too scared of getting her pregnant . . . not that I blame him. Maureen's right between periods right now, and probably 'fertile as a turtle, Myrtle.'" My big sister seemed to think for a moment; ignoring my openmouthed wonder at her being so unconcerned about her daughter having sex. Well, if THAT surprised me, then what came next simply floored me.

"Say," she said, as if a brilliant idea had just occurred to her, "why don't YOU go in there and have sex with her? After what you and Cissy used to do, at least I know YOU don't have any big hangups about having unprotected vaginal intercourse with a pre-teen. Who knows, you might even get lucky and get her pregnant, just like you did Cissy."

Ohmigawd! Here I had thought that the affair Cissy and I (everybody calls her Cissy, though her real name is Christina Brinkly Anderson) had was a secret, and that nobody knew I was the father of her two oldest kids (the other two properly being by her present husband . . . I think. While I COULD have fathered the two little girls on her on the couple of times we had gotten together, I know her husband's sperm had a LOT better chance than mine, unless Cissy had cheated somehow . . . and I know she wasn't one to cheat in THAT manner on the husband who loved her almost as much as I do.) That Cathy not only KNEW of the affair I had with little sister for over seven years (from the time I was nine and Cissy was six, until we both went through puberty) caught me by complete surprise . . . until I thought about it; and then wondered how she could have missed it. Cathy is NOT dumb . . . I guess I am.

I mean, who ELSE could have knocked the little girl up when she was thirteen, when she didn't even have a boyfriend to blame? Besides, doing "it" for so many years, sneaking into each other's bedrooms, it must have been obvious to everybody (including our parents, not that I think about it) that Cissy and I had a "thing" going between us. Why nobody ever stopped us, even after I got Cissy pregnant that first time, I guess I'll never know. Thinking of the results of fucking our little sister, made Cathy's suggestion that much more unbelievable.

"You want me to . . ." I couldn't say it.

"Have sex with my daughter?" Cathy could. "Of course," she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a mother to want her little brother to have full unprotected vaginal intercourse with her daughter. "Why else would I suggest it, If I didn't mean it?" she asked in reply.

"But what if I . . . ? I mean, what if she . . . ?" Once again I couldn't say it.

"Gets pregnant?" Once again, Cathy could. She shrugged. "That's just the chance she'll have to take, if she's having sex," she said. "I certainly don't expect YOU to pull out; and I'm NOT putting her on the pill for at least three or four years yet. If Maureen wants to have the pleasures of adult sex, then she's just going to have to take the risks too." Cathy fluffed her paper back up, and settled back to read; ignoring me. The door to my niece's room gaped slightly; almost inviting me.

I stared at the half-open door, then at my big sister. I knew I SHOULD just get out of the house as fast as possible, before I did something I would regret. Only I also knew that if I did, I would regret THAT for the rest of my life too; as I knew I would never get another chance . . . Cathy is just that way. (I know my big sister just about as well as it seems she knows me.) I thought about it a bit more, then decided . . . I didn't HAVE to fuck my niece, no matter if her mother didn't mind or not. Maybe all the little girl needed was an adult shoulder to cry on. Deciding to see, I opened the door carefully, and when I saw Maureen face down on the bed seeming to be weeping, I decided to do whatever it took to cheer the little girl up . . . even if that "something" WAS sticking my swollen baby-maker up her tight little hole, and pumping the child's womb full of her own uncle's potent sperm, like her mother seemed to think. If not, then a few minutes of holding and cuddling the child (now that I knew her mother wouldn't get all uptight about me running my hands in "inappropriate places" would probably be as comforting to me, as it would be to my distraught niece. I certainly wasn't going to rape her, or even make improper advances on her, unless SHE started making them on me. I wondered just how true her mother's guess of what was bothering the child was. While having babies was the ultimate turn-on to SOME people (me for example) and even for some women, it usually was NOT the sort of fantasy you found barely pubescent pre-teen girls having.

"What's the matter, Hon?" I asked.

Maureen looked up at me; apparently expecting to see her father. Then, when she saw her favorite uncle instead, for a moment she hung back, before throwing herself in my arms and sobbing. "He . . . He . . . He says I'm too young," she cried; wetting my shirt while I involuntarily clasped the warm sweet body of the nubile young girl in my arms like I had SO wanted to all those earlier times, when I had been afraid of what her mother might think (OH, if I had only known!). "But I'm NOT too young," she insisted; squirming in my grasp, "Mother said so! I've had TWO periods already. Doesn't THAT make me a woman, Uncle Joe?"

"Um, well, uh . . ." What COULD I say, with the sexiest little girl in six counties squirming in my arms, while my hands had unconsciously slid up underneath the short little dress, and were massaging the bare skin on her back, and dangerously close to her developing titties in front.

"YOU wouldn't think I was to young to fuck if I asked you to, would you Uncle Joe?" she sobbed almost heartbreakingly in my arms. What could I say? I was lost.

Somehow my niece had squirmed around so that I ended up with both hands on the front of her bra . . . barely protected by a flimsy little bra that did little to keep me from kneading the warm plump mounds underneath. "No," I said; sliding both hands down, and then deliberately UP underneath the silky material, so each horny palm cupped a bare little tittie that stiffened and swelled against my palms, while the nipples got firm against my tweaking fingers. "No I wouldn't," I said; being honest. If my sexy 12-year-old niece wanted me to fuck her, and the child's mother (obviously) didn't mind, then a pedophile like me is NOT that hard to seduce . . . as my sexy little sister had found out almost sixteen years earlier than my sexy little niece.

"Ooooh!" squealed Maureen, and seemed about to say more; but stopped and kissed me.

Kissed? My sexy little niece almost raped me with her mouth! Two minutes later we were in a clinch on the bed, with her panties half off, both of HER hands down in MY pants, while we tongue-kissed like I wished Cissy had known how to, so many years before. It was only the pointed -Click!- of the door being firmly closed to give us privacy (obviously by her mother) that disturbed us enough to allow us to catch our breaths. Then Maureen was slipping her short little dress over her head, while I started pulling down my pants.

I paused with them halfway down, just to be certain that my 12-year-old niece wasn't disturbed by her 25-year-old uncle getting naked in her bedroom. Well, Maureen seemed anything BUT nervous at the prospect. Looking over at me pulling down my pants, while she struggled to get the tight little dress over her head, the child just grinned at the prospect of finally seeing her favorite uncle without any clothes on. In spite of having two shirts, pants and underpants, along with socks and shoes to remove, while Maureen only had the short little dress, panties and bra to remove, I almost beat her anyway, in my haste.

"Oh wow, Uncle Joe! You really DO want to fuck me, don't you?" observed the little girl. (Well, it WAS quite obvious.)

"Uhuh," I replied; barely able to get out the monosyllable without losing the concentration of trying to keep from blowing thick white cum all over my niece's sexy young belly, before I even got inside her. We were BOTH far too horny for foreplay . . . besides, the sexy-feely up under her short little dress HAD been minor foreplay of a kind . . . very minimal foreplay, but far more than either of us needed at the moment. Maureen's disgruntlement it seems was more from sexual frustration, than anger at her ex-boyfriend. The little girl NEEDED sex . . . almost as badly as I did.

"Oooh, get it IN me, she moaned, as I tried to get close enough to her squirming little hole to do just that. Maureen was so sexually excited she just couldn't keep her hips from squirming in involuntary copulating motions.

There was a sigh of relief from both of us, as the head of my prick first touched the child's slippery little slit, and then started inside.

"Uncle Joe?" said Maureen; trying to still her hips enough to let me slide a little farther inside, without her bumps and grinds pulling out.

"Uhuh?" I agreed; looking down at the most erotic sight I had ever seen (possibly even more erotic than me and Cissy) of my swollen prick vanishing into the 12-year-old belly of my own sexy young niece.

"Promise me you won't pull out when you cum?" It seems my horny slut of a big sister had been right about her daughter. "I promise," I replied. In the position I was in, I would have promised to cut off my left arm after we were done, if that had let me continue sinking my engorged prick inside the child's tight little slit. And oh God WAS Maureen ever tight! While it was obvious that the little girl was NOT a virgin, it was equally obvious that she hadn't been fucked very often or by a prick half as big as mine. Maureen let out a constant stream of "Oooh"s, "Ow"s, whines, whimpers, and moans as I sank deeper and deeper inside her. Still, for all her obvious pain at taking a full-sized man's prick inside her barely post-virginal vagina, the girl showed no more inclination to stop than I did. Obviously the little girl WANTED every thick inch of her uncle's prick buried inside her tight little slit when she (and he) came. For Maureen, having the man pull out when he came, and wasting his seed by not spurting it inside her, was NOT an option. Far from being worried about getting pregnant, the 12-year-old seemed to not only not mind if I proceeded to pump a baby in her belly, she seemed to actually EXPECT me to get her pregnant with her own uncle's baby. The fact that the little girl was only three years older than the child I had fathered on my little sister, just emphasized the obscene sexiness of a man like me fucking a girl young enough to be my own daughter.

I began to get the feeling I had been set up . . . by my little sister, by our big sister, AND by my niece. Still, any time the three of them wanted to set me up like THIS, then I was quite willing to enjoy the results. (This resolution was soon to be tested in a manner I really didn't expect.)

The moment I felt the little girl's tight little cunny spreading around the base of my prick, forming a tight ring that just milked me for my sperm, I knew I couldn't hold back. "Uh, Honey," I groaned, "I'm gonna . . ."

Maureen didn't even slow up her squirming gyrations. "Oh, oh, oh!" she groaned. "Do it." The strained look on the little girl's face, as she worked closer to HER orgasm showed she was NOT worried about her uncle ejaculating his sperm in her fertile young womb . . . far from it, in fact.

It was only when I jammed my prick to the root in her belly, and started bellowing MY release that Maureen was able to get hers. One, two, then three thick white surges of baby-making sperm squirted satisfyingly into my niece's sexy young belly, as I flushed all the sperm I had been saving up for months in the child's womb.

There's something SO satisfying about breeding a pre-teenaged little girl. Especially if the child is your own little sister or niece who doesn't mind if you get her pregnant. Mind? Maureen was doing everything a pubescent little girl could, to get knocked-up by her own horny uncle (me).

It was only when I was coming down from the incredible high of breeding my own sexy little 12-year-old niece, that I became aware of what the child was going through while my vigorous sperm worked its way up inside her body, and the squirming little tadpoles wriggled their way into the child's womb in search of her ripening egg. In spite of the obscenity of getting my own niece pregnant, I silently wished them all the best of luck. It was THEN I became aware of an incredibly tight band squeezing around the base of my prick, as my niece's body went into spasms around me. The child went rigid in my arms, and her voice went into a keening wail that could have been heard two houses away, let alone through the thin door separating the little girl's bedroom from the living room where her mother was supposedly quietly reading a paper, unaware of the fact her little brother was breeding her little girl in the next room, as if it was normal for a man to impregnate his own niece before the child even reached the 6th grade. It was THIS thought, that finally brought me back to my senses; and made me realize what I had done, now that my prick was satisfied and no longer doing all my thinking for me. "Oh God Maureen, I'm sorry," I groaned, as the incredible guilt hit me. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Huh . . . huh?" panted Maureen; as her tight little cunny gave two more incredibly erotic squeezes; milking the last thick white drops of incestuous sperm up inside her flat little tummy. "You mean for fucking me and cumming inside me?" she asked; seeming to finally be aware of what we had done herself, now that the incredible eroticism of the moment was over.

I waited miserably for her condemnation of my taking advantage of her innocence and horniness. It was bad enough to have touched her sexually at all . . . but I had not only "touched" my sexy little niece, I had fucked her, and cum inside her. Not only that, but I had done it at the moment it seems (from her mother's previous conversation) that the little girl was most likely to get pregnant. Shit. I felt like the world's worst slime-ball.

"Uncle Joe?" Maureen's voice was quiet and low; and I looked up to see tears in her eyes. If I had felt bad before, I now felt 10 times worse.

"The only way I'll forgive you," she said, "is if you do it again."

"Huh?" My mind just didn't get back together that quick.

"And again, and again," she repeated, "until you get me pregnant, and I feel your . . . no, OUR baby growing inside me.

If you don't, I'll hate you forever."

"You MEAN that?" I asked. No matter WHAT the girl had said earlier, or had been implied by her mother, this was STILL almost especially unbelievable. Even Cissy, for all that she loved to fuck (and loved to fuck me) even thinking it was WORTH the risk of getting pregnant, had never really WANTED to get PG . . . at least, not until she met her present husband, and was safely married.

"Well, I guess not completely," she admitted; taking some of the high off my emotions; still she didn't seem to be mad at me for ejaculating inside her when she was fertile. "I won't really HATE you . . . I could never do that. But it'll be awful hard to forgive you for showing me heaven like this, and then leaving me and not completing the job." Oh shit . . . she DID mean it.

Still, I had to ask again. "You really WANT me to get you . . . to get you pregnant?" I asked.

"Uhuh," she replied. "Please, Uncle Joe? You don't have to come over any more often than you have to, if you don't want to. And I'll make it feel REAL good for you, when you do . . . OK?" The little girl looked like she was begging for a special toy that her heart was aching for, but didn't want her parents to know just how much she wanted, because it was too expensive.

"OK," I sighed, just a little ruefully at the way I had been snookered. "Since you ask, from now on I'll fuck you just as much and as often as you want . . . and whether you get pregnant or not. OK?"

"You mean it, Uncle Joe," she squealed with delight. "You'll fuck me whenever I want it?"

"Uhuh," I promised. Little did I know how much I was promising!

Maureen's tight little cunny had clamped down on my still half-hard prick; milking yet another thick drop if cum out of me and into her, when she heard me agree. Now she squirmed against me; forcing the semi-hard member up inside her body again. "Then fuck me now!" she commanded. Maureen had more of a daring look than a horny one on her pretty little face, as she waited for my response. I think the little minx KNEW just how hard it was for a man to fuck, after blowing his nuts in a girl like I just had in her.

"But what about your boyfriend?" I temporized; as I enjoyed the slick wet feeling of my prick sliding into her slit. Even half-hard, the sensation was exquisite.

"Fuck my boyfriend," she replied; closing her eyes and seeming to concentrate. Incredibly, I felt warm little squeezes of her already tight little cunny on my reviving prick.

"I thought you didn't want to see him any more?" I teased.

"I don't . . . YOU are my boyfriend now; and I'm fucking YOU . . . OK?" Maureen squeezed even harder on my stiffening prick. by now, it was almost a respectable hard-on, and I was sliding in and out of her.

"If you two hurry, you've got just enough time for one more, before dinner's ready," observed Cathy from the doorway. There was absolutely no doubt about what her little girl and I were doing, as my swollen prick was half inside Maureen's bare little cunny, and thick white smears of cum made a gooey mess around the join. No, there was no doubt at all about what we were doing.

"And Joe," she said, in a tone that brooked no arguments, "you're staying the night."

Oh shit. My big sister just COULDN'T mean what I thought she did, could she? I looked over at my big sister; prick still half-buried in her daughter's belly, while my sperm wriggled its way up in the child's womb, and knew that Cathy meant just that. "But what about your husband?" I asked. The thought of what Mike would do if he found me fucking his little girl . . . not only fucking her, but having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his daughter, as if I was TRYING to get her pregnant (What do I mean, as if? I WAS trying to get my niece preggers) . . . well, if the guy merely murdered me, it would be probably excusable to any jury in the world.

"Mike?" snorted Cathy. "Mike will keep his nose to himself. He's been as unhappy with Maureen's PREVIOUS boyfriend, as the rest of us were. Anyway, you two had better get busy, if you're going to be in time for supper. As Maureen knows, if you aren't there on time, you don't get any. Though THIS time, I might make a slight exception . . . if you do a good job."

I gave up. "Well," I said to the grinning little girl lying on the bed, "fuck your boyfriend."

"I am," she agreed happily; sliding her slick little tunnel on and off my swelling prick to prove her point. Oh God, was she ever!

THIS fuck took a little longer than the first one; as the earlier screw had removed the incredible urgency of doing without for too long from both of us. Still, just knowing that the other person had agreed to continue the relationship for as long as it took, was so erotic that I was ejaculating my seed in the little girl before five minutes were up, while it seems that Maureen started clamping on my prick in orgasm not 10 seconds after her mother closed the door, and kept right on going through MY climax, until I finally grew too limp to remain inside her.

Barely pausing to grab a maxi-pad to keep from leaking all over the floor, Maureen and I just barely made it to supper when everybody else was sitting down.

Maureen's little sister Selena smiled brightly at the two of us; seeming to almost bubble over at the sight of her big sister and uncle coming out of their bedroom still disheveled and panting from what was obviously sexual exertion. "Did you DO it?" she asked; then the little girl couldn't seem to stop babbling on and on with question after question, before her mother could put a stop to her. "Was he good? How did it feel? Is it my turn now? Did he cum in you? Is it all gooey and slippery like they say it is? Did it hurt? Are you going to do it again? Is that his sperm running down your leg? Are you two going to have a baby yet? Is he as good as Aunt Cissy says he is? Can I do it next? Please Mom? I bet I can make it feel even better for him than Maureen did. Can we do it right now, or do I have to wait until after lunch? You DID say I was next, didn't you?" Five-year-old Jennifer just listened to her big sister's babbling with a grin that was almost as big as the one MY big sister had on HER face.

Oh shit.

About two years later I heard an old rumor floating around about Tony (that's Maureen's old boyfriend who had refused to get her pregnant when she was 12, because she was too young) It seems the boy was arrested for knocking up his 9-year-old niece that he was baby-sitting, not two months after he broke up with Maureen. I guess the little jerk thought that 9-year-olds couldn't get pregnant, and he was horny as an old goat after fucking Maureen for a few weeks, then getting cut off, when he wouldn't get her pregnant. I laughed so hard I almost choked. What was especially funny was that Selena was almost the same age as the kid he knocked-up, and he could have planted two or even three babies in HER belly without ever getting in trouble . . . if only he hadn't messed things up with Maureen.

. . .

That was 10 years ago. I never again slept in my bachelor apartment; and Maureen and I were married not quite 4 years later . . . the moment she could, with her parent's permission.

Selena, on the other hand, is planning on getting married next June . . . now that she's finally found a boyfriend who doesn't seem to mind the fact that the girl he's going to marry already has two cute young daughters. From what she's told Maureen (and my wife has relayed to me) If Mark (that's her new boyfriend) isn't a pedophile yet, he almost certainly will be by the time they get married . . . or they won't. Selena it seems, has PLANS for her prospective husband and our daughters' tight little bellies . . . just like my big sister had plans for me and HER cute little girls. I think if it was possible, the horny little slut would have both of our daughters knocked-up by her prospective husband even before SHE is. With Linda only 7, and Tabitha only 5, there's not much chance of that though -sigh-.

Selena it seems, wants both of her little girls to feel a full-grown man pumping their wombs full of cum the first time they fuck; unlike my little sister who had to wait until I reached puberty to feel her big brother filling her sexy little tummy with his sperm. Besides, as I said earlier, the cute little slut doesn't want either of our kids to miss out on a chance to get pregnant . . . even if the oldest one is just starting the first grade. If necessary, I suspect Selena would even get either me or her horny brother to do the job (uncles it seems, have a fairly good reputation for fucking little girls and getting them pregnant with his babies . . . at least in her family anyway).

Jennifer? She still drops over to see me and her big sister fairly often (mostly to see me, and feel her uncle's prick filling her cute little cunny with thick white cum). Unlike her two older sisters, the 15-year-old is staying on the pill until she finds the right guy. That doesn't keep the horny teenager from enjoying lots of sex with her own father, brother, uncle (me), or current boyfriend, as often as she likes, while she waits for the right one to come along. No, I wasn't the lucky guy to take her virginity like I did her big sister Selena. I think it was her brother, but can't be sure, as Jenny doesn't believe in "kiss and tell" (or in this case, "fuck and tell" either). Sometimes I wonder though, if the girl isn't getting more sex than both of her big sisters combined . . . even if I only get in her cute little panties about once or twice a week (unless she's feeling especially horny . . . in which case, all bets are off).

And as for me and my incredibly sexy wife, with three healthy children (Mike-II, John, Christy [Christina]) and Linda on the way, we began our marriage with a good start at the 10 or 12 kids we plan on having together. Right now, we're up to six, and are working together on number seven. (That's two more girls and a boy . . . Linda, Judy, and Brian.)

Remembering me and my little sister Cissy, Maureen is not sure whether we should separate the girls from the boys (and be safe like most families) or take the chance of things working out as well as it did for me and Cissy, and let them all sleep together in the same bedroom. Since we don't want the kids having any hangups about sex, nudity is the norm around our house, and our bedroom door is always open to the children, whether Maureen and I are making love, or not. THAT will remain the same, whether we move the boys to their own room, or leave them to sleep together right up through puberty and beyond. Well, it'll probably be quite a while yet before we really have to make that decision; as even Mike is only 9, and his oldest sister is only 6. Time enough to decide on that later, when the girls start having periods. In the meantime, all five of the older kids are still sleeping in the same kingsize bed, until we make up our minds. Who knows, maybe we'll just continue that way. I mean, would it REALLY be so bad, if one or two of the girls accidentally has her own big brother's baby when she gets a little older?

Cissy never seemed to mind what she and I did together, or the results of that either . . . as evidence, look what she did for ME, as thanks.