Damn, I'm proud of my sons. It just goes to show what raising kids right in a loving environment will do. None of the boys fight with each other, or even with their sisters. In fact, they all love each other . . . so much, that unlike SOME families, not one of the boys seems to have the slightest objection to having real sex with his own sisters.

Uhuh. Maybe one reason the boys get along so well with each other and their sisters, is the slightly unusual sleeping arrangements we have. Instead of keeping all the boys in one bedroom (or bedrooms), and all the girls separate in others, my brother and I decided that OUR kids would have the chance to decide who slept with whom. So we got a place big enough that each of the girls got a bedroom with a bed big enough for three people in a pinch (queensize beds) and then let the boys decide between them, which sister they were going to sleep with that night. Rarely do any of the boys sleep twice in the same bed; sometimes even joining me or Tim. Of course, sometimes my husband sleeps with one of the girls too. With four girls (five including me) and only three boys (four including Tim) there is always a choice of which bed the boy will sleep in, no matter where his brothers decide to sleep. So there's no jealousy about which boy is sleeping with which girl . . . the boy who goes to bed earliest takes his choice of which bedroom he's going to sleep in; and rarely (as I said) does the same boy sleep with the same girl two nights in a row. Even my brother rarely sleeps with me more than two or three nights a week; as one or the other of the boys quite often joins me for the night before he does. On the rare occasion that two boys pick the same girl or bedroom at the same time, quite often both boys sleep with her. Even I have occasionally woken up in the middle of the night to find two or even three warm bodies in bed with me; with thick pricks poking at me from either side. And since none of the boys has any more objections to having full vaginal intercourse with any of his sisters than they do with me, even sex is a non-issue.

Even then, rarely does one of the girls have to go more than a few hours without sex from either her father or one of her brothers; so even the girl who sleeps alone for a night doesn't really miss out on feeling at least one of the boys pumping his thick white baby-juice in her tummy for very long.

Take the other day . . . That morning it just happened that I was the "odd woman out" and had slept alone the night before. So I was a little horny that morning; which made what I saw that much more erotic.

Checking first into my youngest daughter's bedroom, I found the two kids already up and having sex when I looked in. Mike (our 15-year-old) was sliding his thick prick in and out of the little girl's clasping little slit; showing that the teenager didn't mind fucking and squirting his cum in the womb of the little 5-year-old, any more than he minded ejaculating his sperm in the belly of the child's older sibling, when she was between periods and ovulating.

As I said, Damn, but I'm proud of my boys. Not many 15-year-old boys would fuck a little 5-year-old girl, especially if she's their own sister; but Mike didn't seem to mind filling the child's womb with his seed, any more than he did the older girls.

Candy almost vanished under the teenager; as the older boy bred his little sister like a Great Dane breeding a schnouzer. Candy didn't object; just whimpering a little, each time the boy's prick bottomed out inside her; wrapping her arms and legs around the older boy to keep him from getting too violent as he approached his orgasm.

Damn. Mike's prick was almost as big as his father's. It looked so obscenely erotic sliding in and out of the tightly stretched little slit of the preschooler; as the older boy did his best to father a child on his little sister, before the child even started Kindergarten. Not much chance that Candy would be that lucky; but wouldn't that be something, if he did? God, I hoped so . . . just like I wish I could have gotten pregnant at the same age myself.

I decided that if Candy is big enough to take her brother's thick penis inside her, that Tim's isn't that much bigger; so tomorrow I am going to ask my brother to fuck the little girl too. That way Candy could feel her father breeding her, just like her brothers do. It wouldn't be fair to make the little girl miss out, if her father's prick will fit inside her. And from the way Candy was only whimpering as her big brother stroked for a climax inside her, Tim's prick wouldn't hurt her that much more . . . and if it did, then she'd just have to grin and bear it. I watched until Mike suddenly jammed his prick as far up in the little girl as it would go; bringing a loud "Ow" from Candy, before his shuddering and the unmistakable bulging of his prick told me the teenager was filling his little sister's womb with incestuous cum. As I said, Damn I'm proud of my son. Not many boys his age would fuck a little girl that young; and most of the kids who would fuck a preschooler, wouldn't cum in his own little sister like my son did.

Even with all the cum Mike must have squirted inside her; filling the child's belly with sperm like that; only a tiny drop of white oozed out afterwards; matching a tiny drop oozing from the tip of the older boy's penis. Most of her brother's seed must have been neatly trapped in the child's vagina (or delicious thought, inside her womb) showing the older boy had done a GOOD job of breeding his little sister.

"Ooooh," winced Candy, as Mike finally pulled out. I was a little disappointed in HER reaction though; after what her big brother had done for her.

"Don't forget to thank Mike for fucking you," I reminded her.

Candy looked at me and gave me a wan smile, before turning back to the older boy. "Thanks, Big Brother," she said; offering her lips to the teenager.

Mike kissed his little sister thoroughly; almost sticking his tongue down the child's throat, in way of showing that HE had enjoyed fucking the little girl almost as much as my daughter had. "Anytime, Squirt," he responded, "any time."

Damn. I'm so proud of BOTH of them.

Heading down the hall, the next two rooms weren't quite so interesting. Kimmie and Dan had obviously fucked during the night . . . probably two or three times, from the look of it; as they had collapsed in sleep with the covers half off, and the little 7-year-old a big cummy mess that had half-dried, and made a mat of her hair. From past experience, I knew her little cunny was probably even more messy; as Dan could cum almost as much as their father could, in spite of being only 12 years old.

Passing on, Diane and Jerry were cuddled up in sleep. I couldn't tell if they were sexually joined or not without pulling the covers off; and I didn't want to wake them. Oh well . . . whether Jerry was sleeping with his prick in the little girl or not, I knew the pre-teen had probably left enough sperm in the third-grader to knock up the child's whole class . . . if she could get pregnant at all; which wasn't completely impossible at nine years old, at that.

Well, if the bedrooms of the two middle girls was slightly boring, what was going on in my eldest daughter's bedroom more than made up for it. Somehow I think my puttering around had woken the two lovebirds, and I was just in time to see my big brother's thick prick vanish into our daughter's tight little slit.

This wasn't an innocent little 5-year-old being fucked by a teenager. This was a fertile young woman almost twice as old, being fucked by a real MAN. At 10 years old, Sherrie had been having periods for over three months now, and was probably as fertile as I was when Tim first knocked me up with her big brother at almost the same age. Thankfully MY big brother has no more compunctions about having full vaginal intercourse with our daughter, fucking her, cumming in her, and filling our little girl's womb with his babies, than her brothers, or than he minded knocking ME up at the same age, when Mom moved my big brother into his little sister's bedroom, two days after I had my first period.

From the long strokes and moans my brother made, I could tell he liked feeling our little girl's tight little cunny squeezing his prick; and no more planned on pulling out when he came, than her big brothers would. Maybe that's why our boys are so nice to their little sisters, unlike other kids. Tim certainly sets a good example; and all the boys know about how my brother knocked me up for the first time, when I was 10.

I watched closely to make sure my big brother did it right this time, too. "Now you make sure your father cums in you," I instructed Sherrie.

"Yes Momma," she replied; humping back at her father. Unlike me at that age, Sherrie has been fucking her father and brothers for over 4 years now; so she knows pretty well what to do. Ever since Mike first popped her cherry when she was five years old (almost six) all three boys have been pumping their sperm in the little girl's belly almost every night (and often several times a day, as well). When she turned 7, I had my brother start helping out, whenever he could too.

Thankfully, none of the boys seemed to mind fucking the little girl right in the cunny, and filling first her womb, and then later the wombs of her little sisters with sperm, when THEY got old enough to fuck. In fact, to my delight, not one of the boys has even shown the slightest indication he might stop . . . even when Sherrie started having periods, a few months ago. It doesn't seem to bother any of the boys to know that they might be getting their own sister pregnant with their babies, when they cum in her now.

God, I'm proud of my kids. Most boys (I understand) would be scared shitless, if they accidentally knocked their own sister up; while from the way things are going around here, it looks almost like not one of the boys would mind if he knocked all four of his little sisters up, higher than a kite. If their father doesn't beat them to it, that is.

From the look of things, Tim was sure going to try. While we both know that if Sherrie DOES get pregnant, the baby will probably be one of the boys' (most likely Mike's), there's still a fairly good chance the baby might be her father's.

Such a thoroughly nasty, obscene, and completely erotic thought . . . having your own father's baby. Well, if he could do it, my big brother was certainly going to try. I watched until Tim's strokes grew short; and he held his prick buried to the hilt in our daughter's vagina, while his penis pulsed and spat thick white gobs of sperm at our little girl's cervix, until her tight little slit was full of her father's seed, and her uterus was awash with incestuous cum.

"Please Daddy, please . . .," whimpered Sherrie; clutching her father tightly, while he spurted and jerked inside her. Finally she gave a mewling cry, and shuddered conclusively, as her tight little tunnel involuntarily milked the last few drops of her father's seed. "Wheoooo . . . thanks, Daddy," she finally groaned. I could tell my daughter had enjoyed fucking her father almost as much as I usually did. The two lovers gave one last conclusive shudder; and then collapsed together, panting harshly.

God, I'm almost as proud of my big brother, as I am of our sons! Not many men would even fuck their own daughters at all, let alone have full unprotected sex with them; filling their daughters' wombs with their seed, like Tim had just filled our little girl's. Which is a crying shame, when you come to think of it . . . EVERY girl should have at least a chance of feeling her own father make a baby in her tummy. As it is, I feel almost cheated; knowing my father died before he even had a chance of getting me pregnant with his babies.

Mom says Dad had only been having full sex with me (where my father stuck his prick right up inside me, and squirted his sperm in my tummy) for about three months, starting on my seventh birthday, before the big accident (waiting until I was "old enough to fuck"); so she had to have my big brother take care of me once I reached puberty; instead of breeding me to my father, like she originally planned. Before that, I had only sucked him off; or had Daddy "jack-off" in me, without really getting inside.

Sadly, I have only a few vague memories of sex with my father . . . snapshots in my mind of my father's face (beard i guess) scratching me, his huge body (compared to a 7-year-old anyway) almost crushing me, and an ache in my cunny when Daddy jammed his oversized prick in my tiny little slit; breeding my like a bull breeds a heifer; not caring if the female taking his seed inside her womb is his own daughter or not. I also have a few vague memories of lying there in bed afterwards, with a sore cunny dripping sticky gobs of my father's sperm, and a few others of Daddy roughly (almost harshly) kissing me; sticking his tongue in my mouth, while he felt me up in the cunny with his thick calloused finger . . . sometimes before we had sex, and sometimes while my sore little cunny was still dripping his seed; with it running down my leg.

God I wish I could remember more! I understand my big sister was pregnant for the second time by Daddy, when she and the baby got thrown from the truck and killed. Sometimes I don't know whether to envy my big sister for having Daddy get her pregnant, or feel sorry for her for not living to see her kids fucking, like I did. Sadly, I remember even less of my big sister than I do Daddy; and I don't remember their baby at all . . . just his name . . . John Michael . . . J.M. for short.

Even though Daddy wasn't the considerate lover my big brother is; at least he cared enough to START having real sex with me, even if he DID make me wait until I was seven, before he took my virginity. Mom assures me that Daddy would have kept right on fucking me, and pumping his sperm in my womb when I reached menarche; as my father had no more objections to getting his own daughters pregnant with his babies than Tim has.

Mom says Daddy used to call me, "his little slut," and sluts were made for breeding . . . so what if I was his own daughter? Mom tells me my father was actually hoping he got me pregnant at only seven; saying it would be "good practice" for when I got older. God I miss Daddy. God I wish Daddy had lived long enough to get me pregnant like he did Jennifer . . . even if only once. What I'd give even now, to be seven years old again, and just one more time to feel my father grunting and groaning on top of me; taking me like a dog takes a bitch in heat; while he jams his thick prick to the root in my belly; and fills my tiny little womb with his seed. Just once; that's all I ask.

Well, at least I can see to it that MY kids won't miss out like I did, anyway.