Their first time
                         An Erotic Story

     The first time I saw my son fucking his little sister, was 
quite a shock.  I had just come in from getting groceries, and 
was about to ask the boy to bring in the rest of the bags, when I 
stopped in shock.
     "David, I ...," I started; then almost swallowed my tongue 
in surprise.  Neither sibling noticed me ... I doubt they would 
have noticed the house falling in on them ... they certainly 
hadn't noticed me driving in and bringing in the first two bags.  
Looking at what was going on, it was easy to see why.  I had left 
my 12-year-old son David to babysit his little sister while I 
picked up the groceries ... only instead of going to the 
supermarket I had stopped in the local convenience-store to get 
gas ... and had picked up what I needed there.  So I got back a 
lot faster than I had expected ... and obviously much faster than 
either of my two kids had expected either.  While I had left the 
older boy to babysit his little sister; I certainly didn't expect 
to come back and find him sitting a baby in the little girl's 
womb!
     It was all I could do to keep from yelling and screaming at 
the two of them.  But, knowing how kids react to such things ... 
especially if it had to do with sex, I bit my tongue and listened 
instead.  If David was hurting his little sister, or forcing her 
to have sex with him, then I'd stop them ... otherwise I figured 
I'd wait until I calmed down, and I could talk things over 
REASONABLY with both of them.  Reasonably?  Shit.  I'd be lucky 
to talk reasonably about making dinner, let along my son having 
full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own 8-year-old 
little sister!  While I figured she was probably way too young to 
get pregnant yet; SOME kids even younger than her had periods ... 
and yes even babies.  While these conflicting thoughts raced 
though my head, I found myself listening carefully to what was 
going on ... without telling them that I was there.
     At first, all I heard were grunts from both parties; along 
with the steady <creak, creak, creak> of the bed in the 
unmistakable rhythm of sex.
     "David," complained Darlene, "what are you DOING?"
     I snickered to myself ... wasn't it obvious?
     "Uh, uh, uh," grunted David, "I ... I'm ..."
     "David .... MIKE ... we aren't supposed to DO this ... I'm 
your SISTER."  All the while she was objecting, the 8-year-old 
was squirming back at the older boy; working just as hard as he 
was to slide her brother's swollen member in and out of the tight 
little slit between her legs.  It was obviously NOT the first 
time for the two of them; as Darlene showed no discomfort at 
taking the engorged penis of the 12-year-old boy all the way up 
inside her body.  Also, there was no sign of blood or other 
indication of her losing her virginity; only two sibling mating 
like minks in the little girl's bed.
     "David!" she complained again; just as her brother lost it.





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     "Oh God ... I can't help it ... oh shit!" exclaimed the boy; 
jamming his prick to the hilt in the little girl's body and 
holding it there.  From his frantic thrusting, I knew my son was 
decorating the inside of his little sister's vagina with his 
boyish sperm.  I knew he was too young yet to ejaculate the thick 
sticky ropes of sperm inside the little girl that he would in a 
few years.  Still, there was probably enough sperm in each little 
squirt he DID ejaculate inside her to knock up all the girls in 
her class ... if they were old enough to ever get pregnant, which 
I doubted.  Still, the youngest girl to get pregnant was almost 4 
years younger than Darlene ... so she wasn't exactly safe, 
either.
     "Dammit, that's not FAIR," complained Darlene; seeming to 
know already that her brother was through for the time being.  "I 
wanted to get the good feelings too!"
     "Unh, uh, uuuoohh," panted David; slowing his thrusts into 
his sister to just dreamy slides.  It was obvious that he 
wouldn't be able to do much in the way of sex for quite a while.
     Carefully I snuck back to the door, and went outside; by now 
thoroughly confused by my reaction to watching my two kids mating 
like monkeys in a zoo.  Strangely, instead of being angry like I 
would have expected if anybody had asked me my reaction to such 
an event ... instead I found myself horny!  Instead of wanting to 
burst in yelling and screaming, I found myself actually plotting 
to see if I could give the kids more opportunities to "get 
together" like that.  At least for the present I didn't have to 
worry about the older boy getting his little sister pregnant ... 
they could fuck as much as they wanted without worrying ... 
something I wished that I had been able to do when their age ... 
especially my son's age.  And ... as long as they stuck to each 
other ... there would be no worries about disease either!
     The more I thought of it, the better idea it seemed.  As 
long as I and my husband make it easy for the two kids to have 
sex together, they wouldn't be getting in trouble with other 
kids ... no worries about disease, pregnancy, lovers breaking up, 
or any of the other teenage problems lack-of-sex causes.  Maybe 
we could avoid such problems altogether.  And the teens WERE just 
around the corner for David ... and not that far away for 
Darlene.  Yes, the more I thought of it, the better the idea 
seemed.  (Of course, my overheated snatch might have some bearing 
on why I was so enamored of the idea ... the thought of mating my 
two kids had me boiling hot, and ready to rape my husband when he 
got home.)  Now if I could ONLY convince Jeff to go along ....
     I slammed the back door, as I re-entered the house; yelling, 
"Somebody help me with these groceries!"
     There was a mad scramble from Darlene's room, along with a 
yell in return, "Just a second, Mom," before the second-grader 
stuck her head out the door.  "I'm getting dressed, Mom," she 
explained; struggling into a blouse.  "I'll be right there."
     "Where's your brother?" I asked, just to see what she said.  
If Darlene complained or told on her brother for what he did, 
then all bets were off ... I was NOT letting my son rape his 
little sister.  (Though from what I remembered, it was FAR from 
rape.)



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     "He's ... uh busy," she explained breathlessly.  "I'll get 
things, OK?"
     I let the little girl distract me and lead me out to the 
car, so her big brother could make his escape from her room.  As 
I did, the whiff of sex I got from my daughter, as a slick drool 
ran down one skinny leg almost made me buckle in involuntary 
orgasm myself!
     "Are you OK, Mom?" she asked; seeming simultaneously worried 
by my panting and gasping ... and by worries about cleaning up 
the mess dribbling down her leg and into her socks.
     "Yes Dear ... I'm fine," I gasped.  "I'll just need to lie 
down and catch my breath ...as soon as we get these groceries 
inside ... OK?"
     "Ok ... I guess.  You're sure?"
     I grinned back at the precocious young slut I had for a 
daughter ... and I mean the term "slut" as a complete compliment!  
Gawd, already having sex at only 8 years old; and trying her best 
to cover up for her lover too!  If she ONLY knew the dead 
giveaway her brother's sperm was ... but I gave no indication of 
seeing (or smelling!) that item that she could only be TOO aware 
of herself.
     I couldn't resist it:
     "I'm going to be lying down and taking a nap for a while," I 
said.  "You probably won't be able to wake me with a bomb; as 
I'll be taking some sleeping-pills to make me sleep soundly.  But 
I don't want to take a chance on it."
     "Huh?" she asked.
     "I want you and David to go down to HIS room, and stay there 
for the next couple of hours," I said.  "If you get bored, maybe 
you two could take a nap too; so close the door if you do ... I 
won't bother you until you open it to tell me you're both awake 
again."  I couldn't believe I said that ... or that even Darlene 
would swallow it.  Still, I'd never given either of the kids 
reason to suspect me of being devious before.
     "Uh ... you want me to sleep with David?" she asked.  Well, 
after all, girls just DON'T sleep with their own brothers.
     I raised my eyebrows, as if in surprise at even being 
questioned.  "Why not?" I asked in return.
     "Uh ... oh nothing," she responded.
     By this time, we had finished putting the last of the cans 
in the cupboard; and the mild in the reefer.  "Oh, and take those 
panties off and throw them in the hamper to be washed," I said.  
"They're obviously soaked and need washing."
     Darlene's cute face just opened and for a second she gave a 
good imitation of a fish out of water; with her mouth open and 
working; but no sound coming out.
     "No, don't bother putting on a fresh pair," I instructed.  
"If you're going to be just taking a nap anyway, there's no point 
in dirtying another one.
     "But, Mom ... I ... I mean David ..."  Darlene stopped and 
blushed; seeming to suddenly realize what she thought her brother 
might do.  I of course, was fully aware of that myself.
     "Is something wrong?" I asked sweetly.
     "Uh ... no Mom."
     "Good, " I said.


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     About this time, David finally made his reappearance; and I 
repeated my instructions ... only without telling Darlene in 
front of him to remove the panties.  The boy's eyes got wider and 
wider; but he never said a word in objection.
     "I'm going to lie down now," I said; fumbling in the hall 
closet and pretending to remove sleeping pills (actually palming 
two aspirin instead).  "Get me a glass, will you?"  The 
distraction allowed me to make the exchange of sleeping pills 
with aspiring unnoticed.  I poured a glass of milk, and 
ostentatiously swallowed the two aspirin.
     "Now I want you both to have a glass of milk yourselves, and 
go to the bathroom NOW," I instructed.  "I don't want either of 
you having to get up for any reason.  When you're finished, go 
into your room and lock the door ... No, David's room ... yours 
is too close, Darlene.  You don't HAVE to sleep while I do, but I 
recommend it."
     "Yes Mom."  I could see David's eyes sparkling as he 
contemplated the situation  Two hours AT LEAST, locked in his 
bedroom with his sexy little sister ... and me knocked-out by 
sleeping pills at the other end of the house.
     "Do it," I said and headed for MY room; pointedly locking 
the door behind me ... if the kids needed me, they could knock.
     I heard flushing and washing noises ... intermixed with the 
happy giggles and whispers of two kids thinking they were getting 
away with something.
     " .... we can actually .... SSSHHHH"  Followed by creaks and 
tiptoeing toward the other end of the house.  Shortly this was 
followed by a <klatch> of David shutting his door ... and as I 
listened at mine, the <Kalunk!> of him throwing the lock.
     Carefully, I waited 15 full minutes by the clock ... not 
DARING to move from my spot earlier.  Then, I carefully EASED 
open the bolt on the bedroom door, turned the knob a fraction of 
a turn at a time until it was opened silently.  I almost forgot 
and let go of the knob; but caught myself in time and eased the 
nob closed afterward.  Then, wearing heavy winter socks, I 
tiptoed down the hallway ... being careful to miss the creaky 
spot near the kitchen until I found myself breathlessly listening 
outside my son's bedroom ... that he now was sharing with his 
little sister ... who wasn't wearing panties.
     I needn't have bothered.  I could have pounded on the door, 
and probably they wouldn't have heard me.
     "Oh David."
     "Oh Darlene"
     "Oh."
     "Oh."
     "Oh."
     The "Oh"s picked up speed, along with the creaking of the 
bed, in the natural period of sex between a young boy and his 
horny little sister.  This time it was obvious that Darlene 
enjoyed what her brother was doing as much as he did, by the 
keening wail of a little girl getting her rocks off shortly 
matched by the grunting gasps of the older boy as he ejaculated 
inside her.




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     Eventually the creaking stopped; followed by a rustling of 
bedding, and murmurs and smacks that I took to be kisses and 
other signs of appreciation from both siblings.
     "Do you think she heard?"
     "Naw.  With those pills Mom took, she'll be lucky to wake up 
in time for supper.  We could probably do this in her bed, and 
she'd never notice."
     <Giggle>"  You're teasing me, you rat!"
     <Snicker.>  "Wanna go again?"
     "David!"
     I noticed Darlene didn't say no.
     Carefully I sneaked back to MY end of the house, relocked 
the door, and masturbated myself with my own fingers, like I 
hadn't done in YEARS.  Usually, my husband gave me far more and 
better sex than I needed.  With the developing situation though, 
that was soon to change; as I would soon need FAR more sex than 
one man could give.  Not being the type to cheat on somebody I 
loved like Mike, I did a LOT of twiddling my fingers in my snatch 
over the next few years ... but that of course, was later.
     Two more times in the next three hours I heard the 
unmistakable creaking of bedsprings in the otherwise silent 
house ... one of which was climaxed by the wail of a little girl 
in orgasm like the second time.  For getting his little sister 
off twice to his four times, I knew the preteen boy was doing 
better than most men twice or even three times his age ... and he 
could only improve.  To some extent I envied my daughter having 
such a wonderful lover at such a tender age.
     Before long, I DID fall asleep; and actually DID spend two 
hours of the time napping ... being waken in the middle by that 
second wail of delight.
     That night, I had a LOT of convincing to do with my husband.  
Being a woman (of course) I knew how to do it ... with his prick 
throbbing hotly inside me, as he tried to give me a climax before 
filling my womb with his seed.  Only (after three wrenching 
climaxes on my own fingers, while listening to the kids go at it) 
I wasn't much able to get off ... or even need to right then.
     "Darling?" I said.
     "Unh?" Mike groaned in response; trying to hold back against 
the squeezing I was giving his prick with my vagina.
     "I caught the kids fucking today."
     "Uh ... You're kidding?"  Mike stopped and actually wilted a 
bit inside me.
     ""Nope," I said.  "I came home this afternoon, and saw David 
in his little sister's bedroom, between her legs, with his little 
prick buried to the hilt in her tight little slit.  Before they 
were finished, I figure the kid must have squirted enough baby-
juice into Darlene's cute little tummy to have her knocked up for 
the next six years."
     "You ARE kidding," grinned Mike at me.  I could tell he was 
NOT turned off by the picture I was painting with my words.  
Previously we had made jokes about, "Every little boy needs a 
little sister to fuck, " and about having the two kids share a 
bedroom, when we first brought Darlene home from the hospital ... 
but up to now, they had all been jokes.



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     "Uhuh," I denied.  "In fact, afterwards I arranged it so 
David could fuck the kid for two hours, while I took a nap and 
they thought they were safe and alone."
     "You didn't."
     "I did."
     Well, it took me WELL over two hours to convince my husband 
that maybe it was NOT such a bad idea for the two kids to get 
their sex at home ... as long as neither one was being forced, 
neither got any diseases, and nobody (Darlene) got pregnant.  I 
had a LOT of fun convincing him ... with Mike belching thick 
white gobs of baby-juice at MY womb so often it's a wonder I 
didn't get pregnant myself ... in spite of taking the pill.  At 
the time, I was almost tempted to LET Mike knock me up again ... 
he certainly would have been pleased by the idea.

     Well, after that, it was simply AMAZING how often David 
managed to be alone with his little sister.  Time after time I 
had him babysit the little girl ... and time after time I would 
return, and the unmistakable smell of sperm and sex filling the 
house gave testament to the fact that the "baby" he was sitting 
was in his little sister's developing young womb.
     Twice, Darlene had been watching TV, on her big brother's 
lap ... supposedly innocently.  Only both times I happened to 
know that she was naked underneath her short little skirt, and 
her brother's prick was poking her from the bathrobe he was 
wearing.  HOW they expected to get away with that, in front of 
their own parents (well, me anyways) I don't understand ... but I 
couldn't help going along with the gag.
     When Darlene gave a gasp, I knew my son's swollen prick had 
just poked her in the cunny.  "Anything wrong, Dear?" I asked; 
pretending to be distracted from the crossword puzzle I was 
supposedly wrapped up in.
     "No, Mom ... Unh," grunted Darlene; as I saw my son shift 
his hips; and knew that three or four inches of incestuous prick 
had just slid into my daughter's tight little slit.
     "Well, don't disturb your brother too much," I admonished.  
"He's trying to watch TV, you know.  If your little sister 
bothers you too much, just make her get off."
     There was NO way David was going to make his sister get 
off ... unless it was sexually.  "It's OK, Mom," He almost 
groaned; shifting his body until I knew his prick had slid all 
the way into his little sister.  "I don't mind ... Darlene can 
squirm as much as she wants to.  I like her."  (Obviously the 
understatement of the year.)
     I pretended to go back to doing my crossword puzzle; but 
kept an eye on the two incestuously-connected lovers in the 
chair.  Neither David nor Darlene knew it; but by peeking a 
little over the top of the magazine, I could see where the 
child's short little dress had bunched up in the back ... and I 
could make out her big brother's prick actually sliding in and 
out of her plump little cunny-lips!!!  I almost fainted with 
sensual overload of seeing my little girl (now 9 years old) 
getting fucked by her teenaged brother not ten feet in front of 
me!



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     I finally could take it no more ... I just HAD to go to my 
room and enlist the aid of "Mr. Thumb, and his four sons," in 
relieving the terrible itch between my legs.
     Only David beat me to it.  Before I could stand up, I 
watched my son's face distort in unmistakable grimaces of sexual 
ecstasy, while a thick white drop of goo dribbled out around the 
straining kiddy-cunt milking at his prick.  His mouth was open 
and gasping, while his breath came in pants.  I knew the boy was 
filling his little sister's womb with spurt after thick white 
spurt of his potent seed, while I supposedly didn't have a clue 
as to what was going on.
     "Is something wrong?" I asked ... barely able to get out the 
words myself, in the lust-induced haze I was in from watching my 
son breeding his supposedly innocent little sister right in front 
of me.  I could see a slick white smear of sperm streaking his 
prick, where it vanished into my little girl's pouting cunny 
lips.  Neither sibling was aware of the spectacle they made ... 
assuming the child's short little dress hid everything from me.
     "No ... Mom ... huf ... Everything's ... fine," gasped 
David.
     Darlene didn't say anything' simply staring at me wide-eyed; 
as if she knew that I knew what they were doing.
     "Well ... I'm going to my room ... I have some *personal* 
business to handle," I said; barely able to stand up; as my knees 
were so weak from watching the erotic dance in front of me.  
Neither child said anything to that; but I heard Darlene 
whispering something in David's ears as I passed them as I headed 
for my appointment with my vibrator and fingers ... followed by a 
whisper back that I DID manage to catch part of.
     "... suppose she SAW do you?"
     I could feel my daughter's eyes boring into my back as I 
headed for the bedroom.  That night, Mike and I almost wore the 
springs out on the mattress.
     About six months later (I SAID it was twice) they repeated 
the process ... only this time with BOTH Mike and me sitting 
watching TV.  And THIS time, I'll swear that when Darlene's dress 
hiked up in the back as she settled on her brother's swollen 
prick that if it wasn't deliberate, she knew about it.  Neither 
Mike or I said a word, while our little girl worked her big 
brother off inside her tight little cunny ... even when it was 
obvious the older boy was filling her tight little baby-hole with 
his sperm until it ran down her thigh when she got up.  Once 
again, we almost wore out the mattress that night.
     While they never repeated that again, from then on the 
excuses Darlene and David made became thinner and thinner, while 
the pretense that nobody knew what they were doing became so 
transparent it was almost silly.  Still, we never admitted 
knowing that our sun was boffing his little sister almost every 
other day ... and they both pretended that the idea of sex never 
entered either of their minds ... two innocent little kids ... 
NOT!






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     Well, about a year and a half after that first time I saw 
David laying the pipe in his little sister, something came up 
that both Mike and I had discussed and agonized over ... Darlene 
got her first period.  Both my husband and I had talked about 
this and decided that when it happened we would sit the kids down 
and explain the dangers and consequences of having unprotected 
sex (without admitting we knew what they were up to) and let THEM 
decide what to do about it.
     Only ... I didn't do it.
     Two days passed, then three days, and finally a week went 
by, before I finally admitted to myself what I REALLY wanted ... 
and did it.

     "Oh NO!" I exclaimed, bringing both kids running into 
Darlene's bedroom, where I had just spilled about three gallons 
of soapy water all over the mattress.  (I was pretending to wash 
windows ... which really DID need some spring-cleaning.)  "Quick!  
Help me clean up this mess ... and get that mattress outside to 
dry out ... David, you take that end ... Let's go, before it gets 
worse!"
     Before they knew exactly what was happening, I had 
manhandled the mattress out into the yard, and we were putting 
Darlene's bedding in the washer to remove the remains of the 
dirty wash-water.  "Thanks, Kids," I said, as we finished picking 
up the mess.
     Nobody, not even my husband, knew what I had in mind, until 
that night when Darlene asked, "Mom?  Where am I going to sleep 
tonight?  My mattress is still out in the yard!"
     "Omigosh," I said (as if it had just occurred to me).  "I 
guess you'll just have to sleep with your brother tonight ... it 
won't hurt you two to share a bed for a night or two.
     "But Mom!" objected David, before thinking.  "I can't sleep 
with Darlene ... she's a girl!"
     I almost spoiled things by snickering ... but managed to 
glare at Mike to keep him from throwing HIS oar in the water.  
"That's enough, David," I scolded.  "Darlene's your sister.  It's 
not the same thing as if I was asking you to sleep with one of 
your girlfriends (this a joke; as outside of Darlene, David 
didn't have any girlfriends).
     I glared at him, glared at my husband, and glared at 
Darlene ... as if to dare any of them to object to the new 
sleeping arrangements.
     Finally Mike spoke up.  "Is this what you want?" he asked; 
searching me with his eyes.
     "This is what I want," I told him flatly ... and that was 
that.

     That night, we heard the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings 
from David's room down the hall ... followed shortly by the 
rising (and by now familiar) wail of a pre-teenaged little girl 
getting her rocks off with her big brother's prick belching thick 
white ropes of sperm at her fertile young womb.  Twice more that 
night, the sounds were repeated; as by now David could get his 
little sister off almost every time he did.



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     In OUR bedroom (of course) the scene we knew was being 
enacted down the hall was repeated by my husband and I each time.  
It seems that hearing our kids get it on, was so inspiring we 
reached heights we hadn't reached in years.
     "You know," said Mike, when we finally came to a shuddering 
halt with his prick slowly wilting inside me, "That little girl 
of ours is going to get pregnant, if you let things go on this 
way."
     "I know," I grinned back at him.  "And so will *I*, if you 
do your job tonight."  At my husband's wide-eyed look of surprise 
I added, "I'm hoping Darlene is at least six months along before 
she knows her brother's baby is kicking and squirming inside her 
cute little tummy.  Neither one of the kids has had sex-
education; and I DON'T want you telling either one of the either!  
You get that, Big Boy?"
     "Is that what you REALLY want?" asked Mike again.
     "That's what I want," I replied; and grinned at the sudden 
sound of thunder announcing that Darlene's mattress probably 
wouldn't be dry for two more weeks.

     Believe it or not, seven years later, and after having two 
kids by her own brother, neither one of the two siblings knew 
David was planting yet a third kid in Darlene's cute little tummy 
until ... well, I'll get to that in a bit.  I stopped at the one 
girl Mike and I made that night when I first arranged for David 
to impregnate his own little sister.

     As I said, it was seven years later, and I figured David had 
just knocked-up his little sister for the THIRD time, without 
either of them knowing that what they did almost every night was 
what caused Darlene's tummy to swell with his babies inside her.  
In fact, from what happened then, I'm fairly sure that neither 
one of the two kids knew that he was the father ... or even what 
being a father was.  Up to then (man has slut daughter who 
doesn't know who fathered her children) Mike had adopted each of 
Darlene's two kids ... and as far as anybody knew they were his 
and mine ... along with Sandy and her two siblings.




















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