Incest is Best
(Mm/f+, inc, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Kristin barged into her big brother's room. "Martin! Where did you put my?..." Her voice died out. There was nobody there. "Shit!" the little girl exclaimed, then looked around to make sure nobody had heard her make such an unladylike expression. Kristin looked around for her book. Nothing. The 12-year-old girl looked under her brother's chair, underneath his bed, and on top of his desk. Still nothing. "Shit!" she exclaimed again; this time not caring if somebody heard. "I guess I'll have to wait." The little girl plumped her cute little ass down on her brother's bed, and started to wait.

After a while, Kristin started to get bored. The girl got up, and wandered around the room looking at the junk her brother had collected. His model airplanes, his chemistry set (missing most of the chemicals, and half the test tubes), his rock collection (Kristin thought hers was better) and finally, his telescope. She wandered over to where the telescope was pointing out the window. Kristin wished her room had as good a view as Martin's. Still, hers was better situated, being downstairs. From the big window, there was a good view of the sky, and a good view all the way down to where the nature park began about half a mile away, even though the view was partly blocked by the Wilson house next door, only ten feet away. Kristin knew her brother sometimes spent hours up here, looking through his telescope. The boy had scrimped and saved for months to buy a telescope, when their father had stepped in. He said that if Martin was willing to work that hard, he should have something better than just "good." Mark had told his son, that if Martin gave him the money, he would make a deal with one of his suppliers, for something much better than a cheap toy. Two weeks later, the whole family had watched as the boy unpacked the big box from the optical company out on the coast.

The telescope was a beauty: six-inch objective, diffraction limited optics, and only two feet long; mounted on a sturdy I-beam type aluminum tripod, with equatorial-mount, and clock drive. Kristin figured it was worth over $2000, and her brother had only managed to save up $176 for the one he had been going to buy. It was a week after the telescope arrived, that the carpenters arrived, and replaced the window in Martin's bedroom with the big picture window. Mark figured that Martin wouldn't be able to stargaze through the window, but there was plenty of countryside, and the scope came with an eye-piece that made it a dream to use as a terrestrial spotting scope.

Right now, the clock-drive was disconnected, and the manual controls installed. Kristin figured her brother had been looking outside, and had left it set up. Curiously, she looked through the eyepiece. Blank gray. Twice, Kristin looked out the window, and through the eye-piece, before she realized the telescope was pointed at the next-door neighbors' house, and she was seeing the outside of the upstairs window directly across from her. Kristin was about to move the telescope, so it pointed to something more
interesting, when a light came on in the room across the gap.

Kristin sucked in her breath. Peering through the telescope, from the darkened room, she could see into the bedroom across the way, almost as good as if she were inside the other house. Kristin recognized the little girl who entered the room. It was Tabitha Wilson, the 10-year-old child of the couple who lived next door. Kristin had often babysat the little girl, when she was younger, and only in the last month or so, had the little girl gotten old enough that she no longer really needed a babysitter. Still, Kristin still went over to visit, and was still good friends with the child. Kristin's palms got sweaty. Had her big brother been peeking  on the little girl next door? It sure seemed like it. As she continued to watch, Kristin saw the little girl remove her dress, and stand naked, facing the window. Kristin could see the naked little slit of the child, and her budding little breasts, as the little girl started to slip into a bikini that didn't cover much more than the tips of her breasts, and the bottom of her pouty little crack. Kristin wondered where the youngster had gotten the outfit, and if she would have the nerve to wear one like it, if she could get one. After she finished dressing, the girl gave a smile as she looked across the way, and directly at Kristin. Kristin caught her breath. Did the little girl know that she had been watching? Or did she think it was her brother?

"She's been doing that for months." The quiet voice at her elbow almost made Kristin jump out of her skin. "I think that she knows that I like to watch," said Martin.

"You mean you like that?" inquired Kristin. "Why she's only 10-years old! She's barely older than Candy!" Kristin was referring to the older of their two younger siblings Candy was barely 10, and Sarah was 8, almost 9.

Martin blushed, and nodded.

"Wow!" said Kristin. "My brother, the pervert! Still...." Kristin thought for a minute. This had possibilities.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" worriedly inquired Martin.

"No... Tell me. Do you really get off, thinking about fucking little girls?"

Martin blushed and nodded again.

"What about me and Candy? Do we turn you on?"

Martin nodded again. His face was even brighter, if possible.

Kristin considered it. "OK. I won't tell." she said. "Tell me, how'd you like to actually fuck that little girl?"

Martin's mouth hung open. "Huh?" he said.

"I said, how would you like to fuck Tabitha over there?"

"You mean it?" gasped Martin. "Really fuck her? Put my peter up inside her pussy, and squirt my cum inside her belly, and everything?"

"Uh huh, everything!" reassured Kristin.

"God! I'd do just about anything for a chance to do that," replied Martin.

"Well, If I did that for you, would you do something for me?" Kristin looked at her brother; with her bright blue eyes sparkling.

"Anything. Well, almost anything," said Martin. "What do you want? I've got almost $100 saved up. It'd be worth every penny, if I could get in that little girl's pants."

"It won't cost you a dime, big brother," said Kristin.

"Well, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody," said Martin.

Kristin snickered. "Nobody will get hurt, believe me."

"Well then, what do you want?" Now Martin was really curious.

"Daddy."

"Daddy?!"

"Yes Daddy! If I get you that little girl to fuck, with no trouble afterwards, I want you to get Daddy to fuck me."

"You mean it? You really want to fuck Daddy?"

"Uh huh. Is it a deal?" Kristin held her breath.

"You got a deal! Uh... Can I watch? When you and Daddy do it, I mean?"

"Sure. If Daddy doesn't mind, that is."

"You're on," said Martin. "But you've got to set me up with Tabitha first."

"If you fix me up with Daddy, I'll not only fix you up with Tabitha, but with Candy as well!"

"Candy? Our little sister Candy? You'd fix me up with her?" Martin couldn't believe his ears.

"Well," replied Kristin, "you seem to like little girls.

But you've got to fix me up with Daddy first!"

Still, Martin wondered how Kristin was going to fix him up with Tabitha. "When do I get to fuck Tabitha?" he inquired.

"Tomorrow night. It's Friday," said Kristin.

"Huh?"

"Friday. Friday night, I babysit for the Wilsons. And the weather report says thunderstorms likely."

"Oh!" Kristin's strategy was becoming a little clearer, but thunderstorms? "But what about Tabitha?" Martin asked. "What if she doesn't want to?"

"If she doesn't want to, don't push. But don't worry. I still know a few things that you don't. OK?"

"OK, if you say so." Martin capitulated.

"I do say so, and remember, don't push."

"Do I ever?"

Kristin thought a bit, then replied. "No. Ok, I stand corrected." With this, the 12-year old girl got up, and started down the stairs.

After a bit, Martin got up, and followed his little sister downstairs, where he heard her on the phone. Kristin was aware that her big brother was listening, as she talked.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

"Ok, OK. Andie then. Do you remember our discussion the other night?" A mumbled response from the other end.

"Yeh. Well you remember when I agreed to babysit Tabitha for you tomorrow night?" Another mumbled response.

"Yes, this does have something to do with our discussion."

"Thanks M.... Andie. Well, the reason I called, was to tell you that I can't make it."

"Then what?" Martin could just make out the tinny response from the other end.

"It's my brother," said Kristin. "Would it be OK, if he watched Tabitha, instead of me?"

"Will this help?" Martin could make out the voice on the other end of the line, clearer now, as he crept closer.

"Oh yes. Martin said he'd help me. Would you mind?" asked Kristin.

"I'll check with Tabitha." Martin was now standing almost at his sister's elbow, so he heard the woman's response. There was a pause, then the woman's voice came back on the line. "Tabitha says it's OK with her," said Andie.

"OK. Martin's here now," said Kristin.

"Does he know?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.

"No," answered Kristin. "I'll show him what to do tomorrow, before I leave. OK?"

"OK. 'See you tomorrow." There was a 'click,' as the phone was hung up.

"Do you really think Tabitha will go for it?" asked Martin.

"Don't push. Tomorrow, just go over there, and babysit Tabitha. If anything happens, just go along. If not, just remember you're at least getting paid to babysit, and I'll work something else out later. OK?"

"OK," said Martin. "If you say so."


Later, that night, as he was preparing to go to bed, Martin heard his little sister knock on the door. Candy Fisher stood in the doorway. The little girl was wearing one of her father's big shirts, and not much else, except for a flimsy pair of cotton panties. The thin cotton shirt didn't cover much either. The front was unbuttoned, and her little nubbins of breasts could be seen through the thin fabric. Her bellybutton, and flat little tummy were plainly visible through the open front of the oversized shirt. Farther down, you could make out where her little slit made a furrow in her white cotton panties. To Martin, his little sister looked like a wet-dream come true.

"What's this, I hear about you wanting to fuck little girls?" asked Candy.

Martin blushed clear down to his scalp. "Well, I..." He began, then stopped.

"Jeesh!" said Candy. "If you wanted to fuck a 10-year-old, why didn't you ask me? Or even Sarah?"

"You mean, you'd let me?" gasped Martin. The 14-year old boy was about to cum in his pants. Martin reached for his little sister.

"Oh no you don't," said Candy, as she stepped back. "You've got to help Kristin first, like you promised. Besides, weren't you going to fuck Tabitha first?"

"Oh, yeah," admitted Martin, disappointed.

"Well," said Candy. "After you do, come see me, and we'll see if we can't 'work something out' together" With this, the little girl reached up, pulled her brother's head down, and kissed him full on the mouth. Martin was so surprised, he didn't react, until his sister pushed her hot little tongue into his mouth, and started licking his tongue. Martin had felt too much. The boy's cock, which had been sticking out the top of his shorts, exploded. Thick sticky white cum splattered all over the belly of the little girl standing in front of him.

"Oh wow! You really were horny, weren't you?" said Candy. Reaching out, the little girl grabbed her big brother's cock, and milked the last thick sticky drops out onto her cum splattered belly. "That's it. Cum on Candy!" she urged. "Sunday, if you fix Kristin up, you can do it inside me." The thought, almost had Martin cumming all over his little sister again.

Later that night, as Martin prepared for bed, the boy looked over and the window of his next-door neighbor. He was just in time to see Tabitha enter the room. Quickly, Martin ran over to the telescope, and watched. It was almost like being in the same room with the little girl, as he watched Tabitha carefully remove her bikini before getting into bed. The little girl stood for a moment, in the window, with the light showing off her every charm. Martin could see the little girl's slit, budding breasts, and dimple of a bellybutton, almost as well as if he was standing two feet away. Martin felt as though he could lean forward, and lick the little girl's titties, if he only made a slight effort. All of a sudden, Tabitha looked straight across, at Martin, and smiled. Martin's hair stood on end. Could the little girl see him? It was too dark to see into his room, but still.... Then, just before Tabitha climbed into her bed, Martin could swear he saw the little girl wink at him.

Martin had a hard time sleeping that night. All night long, the boy dreamed of little girls, who were begging him to fuck them. Three times that night, Martin had to get up, and relieve himself by jerking off. He still went to sleep with a hard-on. The next morning, Martin woke up, and turned over. There was a squeak, as his naked leg came up against the smooth soft skin of someone else.

"What the..." Exclaimed Martin, as he reached over, and felt the naked skin of a little girl. "Candy?" he inquired.

"No. It's me, Sarah. Do you mind?" replied the little girl, as she rolled over to face her big brother. Martin's big cock exploded into a hard-on, as he felt the smooth naked skin of the 8-year old girl's squirming little belly rubbing up against the head of his cock.

"Wow! I guess you don't!" said Sarah, as the reached down between their bodies, and grabbed her big brother's swollen cock.

"Sarah, what are you doing here?" asked Martin. "Jeesh, I might have fucked you, and accidentally knocked you up!"

"I don't mind. In fact, that's why I'm here," said Sarah.

"Huh?"

"I heard Kristin and Candy talking last night, about how you wanted to fuck little girls. Well, I'm a little girl. How'd you like to fuck me?"

Martin's cock had gotten as hard as a brickbat. "You mean...," he spluttered.

"Uh huh. I'm horny too, and I figured that you and I could help each other out." With this, the little girl reached down, and placed the head of her big brother's cock up against her slippery little slit. "You're really big, though. How big are you?"

"I've never measured," Martin claimed.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" she said.

"Oh, okay, I'm eight and a half inches long and seven and a half inches thick around," he blushed.

"WOW! So you really ARE a 'big' brother, ha!" she laughed out loud. "C'mere... Now push," she commanded.

It was too much for Martin. As he felt the tight ring of his own 8-year old little sister's pussy surround the head of his cock, he lost control. The boy's cock exploded in his little sister. Martin had barely gotten the fat tip of his penis inside the entrance to his little sister's cunt, when he started spewing thick sticky gobs of sperm right up inside his own horny little sister's clasping young vagina.

"O wow! Do it. Cum in me!" encouraged Sarah. "Squirt the stuff that makes babies in little Sarah."

Martin couldn't believe how sexy his little sister was. He had thought the child was too young to even think about sex, yet here he was, with his big cock stuck up inside the entrance to his pre-teen sister's vagina, while he spasmed the little girl's belly full of his incestuous seed, and the youngster actually encouraged him to squirt his sperm inside her. And the boy hadn't even gotten his cock properly inside the little girl!

"Ooh, god, that feels good," said Sarah.

Martin had to agree, as he felt the last sticky curds of his cum exit the head of his penis, and enter his horny little sister's eager young vagina.

Martin pulled away from his sister with a sigh. "Thanks Sarah," he said, as he looked over at his younger sibling, while the child played with her big brother's cum, that was slowly oozing out of her slightly stretched little hole.

"Next time, I want you to put it all the way up inside me," she said.

"If you say so, but I'm pretty sure you're too small; I'd split you apart with my cock," panted Martin. "Hadn't you better go clean up, or something?"

"Silly! You don't have to worry. I'm too young to get pregnant yet. You can fuck me as much as you want, without having to worry about me having a baby. Besides, I wouldn't mind, if you did knock me up, anyway."

"'You mean it? You wouldn't mind, if I knocked you up?" Martin couldn't believe it.

"Uh huh. It's kind of sexy, to think of carrying your baby inside my belly. Anyway, just think, Candy just started having her periods, and she's 10, and I know that Kristin didn't start until she was 11. I figure that we've got at least two more-years, before we have to worry about that. In the meantime, we can have all the fun, without worrying. We can practice making a baby together, until I get old enough to do it for real."

The talk had so excited Martin, that he was about to climb on top of his little sister, and fuck her properly, when the alarm went off.

"O Shit!" said Martin. "I've got to go."

"Me too," said Sarah. "Maybe we can do it again tonight."

Martin was about to agree, when he remembered his previous arrangement with Kristin. "I've got to babysit tonight," he said.

"Oh. That's right. Tabitha. Well, I'll stop in Saturday night, and we can sleep together all night then. How's that sound?" asked Sarah.

Martin agreed with his little sister, and both siblings hurried to get dressed, Sarah with her big brother's cum still drooling down her leg. "MMMMmmm! I love feeling your cum inside me," she said as she left.

Martin watched his little sister go with a slight pang. He wished he had the time to fuck the little girl properly.


That night, event progressed.

"But what am I supposed to do?" asked Martin, as his little sister led the way over to the Wilson household.

"Mostly nothing. Tabitha's old enough to do most things for herself. You are there just in case something goes wrong. Watch TV, or something, and just keep an general eye on the place. If nothing else, it's easy money, even if nothing happens."

"You seem to be fairly sure that something will," said Martin, still trying to figure what his little sister was up to.

"I am. See those clouds?" Kristin pointed to some big heavy thunderheads that were growing in the western sky. Every once in a while, there was a flash of pink from somewhere behind them.

"Yeah. So?" Martin was getting tired of Kristin's secrecy.

"Well by tonight, There's going to be one hell of a thunder storm, and Tabitha's parents aren't going to be home 'til morning."

"So, what's that go to do with?" Martin waited for his little sister to continue.

"Shhh! We're here! Just trust me, OK?" Kristin said, as she reached for the doorbell.

Martin decided that his sister was right. It wouldn't do to be caught talking about fucking the little girl he was coming over to babysit. He'd just have to trust that his sister knew what she was doing. Besides, as she had pointed out, it was easy money, even if he didn't get in the little girl's panties. Once inside the door, there was a whirlwind of introductions, even though Martin already knew all the Wilsons. Andie and Karl were going out, and taking the two older children with them. They wouldn't be back until after 10p, the next morning. Martin was to keep an eye on Tabitha, make sure she took her bath, and fix her breakfast in the morning. There were TV-dinner-style breakfasts in the freezer compartment, and orange-juice already made up. Tabitha had already had dinner, but could have a reasonable sized snack of pie and/or ice-cream.


Martin would sleep in the master bedroom, as it was right across from Tabitha's, and the little girl would naturally go there, if she needed help. He was free to use any of the TVs, and help himself to anything in the refrigerator. There was a stack of videos for the VCR, that he was free to use also. After this whirlwind introduction, Martin found himself alone with the little girl who had been giving him wet-dreams for the last three months. The two children looked at each other. Tabitha smiled at him, like she had from her bedroom window, and Martin blushed red at the thought. He wondered if the little girl knew he had been watching her get undressed, but was too embarrassed to ask. Besides, Kristin had hinted that if anything was going to happen it would be later that night. He looked over at Tabitha again, suddenly realizing how the little girl was dressed. (Or not dressed.)

Tabitha was wearing the same bikini that she had worn that afternoon, when this had all started. The little girl showed an expanse of naked skin that almost had Martin cumming in his pants, and he was only looking at her. The tight little panties showed a slight bulge, with an indentation in the middle that clearly marked where the little girl's sex was located. The little triangles of the bra barely covered her budding tits, and were held on by tiny strings that left her back completely bare. All of a sudden, Martin realized he had been staring at the little girl, while his cock had been growing in his pants. Tabitha had obviously been aware of his scrutiny, and was blushing. All of a sudden Martin knew the 10-year old child became aware of his erection, as her eyes grew wide, as they dropped to his waist. Now it was Martin's turn to blush.

"Hi," he finally said, to cover his embarrassment. His cock wilted like a wet noodle. Perhaps, she hadn't noticed, or might forget. He didn't want to come on like a child-rapist. He really liked Tabitha, and now that he thought about it, he'd better stop thinking about fucking the little girl. He could hurt her, even if only by accident. And what if the little girl got pregnant? This thought was scary. Martin resolved to forget about his original reason for coming over. He liked Tabitha too much, to take that kind of chance. He'd help his sister out with their father, but he didn't have to collect on his part of the bargain. She'd done her part. He didn't HAVE to take advantage of it. With this thought, Martin's attention returned to what was going on. "Huh?" He said, aware that he had missed the little girl's reply.

"Kristin said that you liked me," repeated Tabitha. "Do you really? I think about you a lot, especially when I go to bed."  With this admission, the 10-year-old's voice gave out, and she subsided into blushes. Before he had decided to "do the right thing," Martin would have jumped at this chance to hit on the little girl, as it was, he managed to restrain himself, and just nodded, forcing his face to remain calm. "Yes, I like you a lot," he said, his voice almost cracking under the strain of trying to keep it grave and not let his lust for the little girl show through.

"Oh Goody!" said Tabitha, with a burst of childish enthusiasm. "I like you too!" With this, the little girl kissed the 14-year old boy full on the mouth, and withdrew, before he could even react.

Martin was in shock. He could taste the little girl on his lips, and the smell of the child was enough to give him a heart attack, she smelled so fresh and sweet. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, savoring the thought that he was tasting the little girl's kiss, even if secondhand.

"Oh!" exclaimed Tabitha. "I forgot! I'm not supposed to do that, with strangers. You don't mind, do you? Besides, you're not really a stranger."

"Uh, Tabitha?" said Martin.

"Yes?" The sweet voice replied.

"I don't mind, but you're right. You really shouldn't kiss someone like that, who isn't family. Some men might think you were... were willing to do things with them, and you might get hurt." Martin was sweating, as he thought of the things that HE wanted to do with the little girl.

"Oh," said Tabitha, thoughtfully. "You mean that some men might want to? ..."

Martin nodded. "Men like me," he thought to himself.

"I wouldn't mind," said Tabitha, almost in a whisper. "As long as it was you."

It was only by an act of iron will, that Martin refrained from grabbing the little girl, and ripping her clothes off right there. "You've been showing off for me, in your bedroom, haven't you?" The suspicion burst into his mind, and he blurted it out before he could stop himself.

This time, Tabitha's grin seemed almost to split her face. "You WERE watching!" she crowed. "I knew it! I thought so. Ever since you got that telescope, I've been thinking that you might be watching me."

Martin collapsed on the floor. "SHIT!" he thought. "Now he'd done it. Admitting that he'd been spying on the little girl, like any nasty old Peeping-Tom."

Tabitha seemed to realize how he felt. "I don't mind," she said. "I kinda liked the thought that you were looking. That's why I always undressed in the center of the room, and did it facing you, so that you could get a good look. It always gave me a little thrill to know that you might be looking." Both kids were embarrassed by their revelations.

"Uh, What do you want to do tonight?" asked Tabitha, trying to change the subject.

"Fuck the hell out of you!" screamed Martin's mind, but he managed to croak out "I dunno, watch TV or something."

"OK," said Tabitha, trying to be nonchalant. "TV's in here."

Martin followed the little girl into the living room, trying to keep from staring at the pert little ass that was barely covered by the bikini bottom. Grimly, he reminded himself that he was NOT going to mess with this little girl. No matter what his little sister had set up, and no matter how much the little girl teased him. It was now obvious that Tabitha liked to tease. It might be fun, to just let her, and just sit back and enjoy the show.

Martin was really beginning to like the little girl even more now, as she babbled away, showing off the TV, and the videos. Shortly, the two kids were watching an HBO movie, where the girl's ran around in skimpy bathing suits, and the guys were all hunks, on the beach.

Martin had just made himself comfortable on the couch, when Tabitha returned from the kitchen where she had vanished momentarily, with a bowl of popcorn, and set it down on the coffee table, then snuggled up next to him.

"I always wanted to watch this movie with a boyfriend," she cooed in his ear. "You don't mind, if I pretend you're my boyfriend, do you?"

Martin could hardly breathe; his chest was so tight. "Unh," he grunted. He was going to tell the little girl that they'd better not, but somehow the words just wouldn't come out.

"Oh thank you," she breathed in his ear; as she snuggled up to him. "Mmmm. I like this."

Martin found himself with his arm wrapped around the little girl's waist, and his hand resting on the child's belly button. The silky smooth feel of the little girl's bare skin against his arm was almost enough to blow his mind. He tried to ignore it, and concentrate on the movie.

Watching the movie wasn't much better. The sight of all those beautiful girl's in skimpy bathing suits just made him think about the real one snuggled up next to him. He forced his mind back to the movie, and tried to concentrate on the plot (what there was of it). A moan in his ear distracted him. He turned to see what was bothering Tabitha, and his fingers caught in the waistband of the little girl's bikini. While he had been watching the movie, his hand had unconsciously slid down over the little girl's flat little belly and down into the panties of her bathing suit. His middle finger had been rubbing against the top of little girl's slit, as she squirmed, trying to get his hand in deeper.

Martin snatched his hand away, as if it was burned. "Uh Tabitha," he said. "We'd better stop this, before it gets out of hand."

Tabitha obediently got up, taking the mysteriously emptied bowl of popcorn with her. "Spoil sport," she said, sticking her tongue out at him, then taking the sting away with a big grin. Martin looked at the clock. It was after 9p! Where had the time gone to? "Tabitha?" He said, as the little girl returned.

"Un?"

"It's almost bedtime. Your Mother said you should take a bath, before you go to bed."

"OK." The little girl was agreeable. "But don't I get dessert first?"

"Oh!" Martin had forgotten about the pie. Shortly, the two kids were sitting at the kitchen table while Tabitha chattered gaily about the movie, and how she'd like to grow up like Annette, and how the guys in the movie were good looking, but not as good as he was. Martin felt himself getting hot under the collar.

In spite of her chatter, the little girl finished her pie before he did, gathered up the dishes, and had the table clean, the dishes in the dishwasher, and the kitchen straightened up again, before Martin could figure out where to start. "That little girl is going to make some lucky man a wonderful wife," he thought. Her frankness, and inhibition was astonishing, and her deftness in the kitchen was amazing, if only with pie and ice cream. Martin wondered if she would even think of an older man like him (well OK, older BOY) when she got old enough. He hoped he would be lucky enough to still be around her, when she really got old enough to fuck. If nothing else, it would be quite a turn-on if he could eavesdrop, or better yet, be peeking through the telescope, when she got her cherry popped. He was still daydreaming, when Tabitha yelled at him from the bathroom.

"Martin!" yelled the little girl. "Could you get me a bar of soap, from the hall? It's up on the top shelf. I forgot to get a fresh bar, and this one's all gone."

Martin found the soap, where indicated, and after stripping of the cover, handed it through the crack of the bathroom door."Hey!" Came the voice again. "I can't reach it from here. Can't you HAND it to me?"

Sighing to himself, Martin opened the door, intending to avert his eyes, while he handed the soap to the little girl, expecting her to be sitting in the tub. She wasn't. She was standing in the tub, stark naked, and facing him, as she reached for the soap.

"Thanks," she said with a grin; not trying to hide anything. "Why don't you join me. We can take a shower together."

Martin finally figured it out. The little girl was trying to seduce HIM! It was suddenly easier to resist, once he figured it out. He liked the little girl even more now; and even more, he didn't want to hurt her. "Thanks anyway," he said; returning the grin. "But I'd better not."

"Your loss," said Tabitha, not bothering to pull the shower door closed, soaping her lithe little body up under the needle-spray, as if he wasn't there.

Forcing himself to be calm, Martin closed the door, and waited until the little girl was finished. Then he took his own shower, washing off the sweat that had soaked him. He hadn't realized how steamed up the little girl had gotten him. He reminded himself to do something EXTRA nice for Candy. Even though he wasn't going to fuck the little girl, it wasn't because he couldn't have. He knew now, that if he showed the slightest interest, Tabitha would be in his bed and fucking him before he could say "no!" Tabitha was too nice a girl to spoil this young.

"Still," Thought Martin. "When she gets a little older..." His cock was so hard, he couldn't get his underpants back on. Martin peeked in the little girl's bedroom, as he passed, somewhat hoping that he would see the child half-dressed again (or possibly undressed) also, he felt it was his duty to check on her, one last time, before he went to bed himself.

The little girl's room was dark. He stuck his head in, and listened. Nothing but the quiet sighing of the child's breath, and a faint rumbling in the distance from the approaching thunderstorm. There was another sound, that Martin recognized as the scratching of the old elm-tree against the roof, as the wind picked up. Tabitha was already asleep. A flicker from outside the window lit up the room for a second, showing that the little girl was cuddled up in bed, with only a sheet covering her developing little body, as the night was still quite warm. Martin entered the room, and pulled the blanket up over the sleeping child, as a brighter flash lit the room for a second, followed by a faint "boom," a few seconds later. The storm that his sister had predicted, was fast approaching.

"Sleep tight," whispered Martin; as he pulled the door almost shut. Martin wondered how he could have even thought about molesting such an innocent little girl. He felt so protective of her now.

"Night," came the sleepy voice in return. Tabitha must not have been completely asleep yet.

Martin grinned to himself. "Night!" he replied, as he went across the hall to the master bedroom. He looked around. The room was neat as a pin. Every thing had a place, and everything was in its place. Even the TV had a special cubbyhole, and a rack for videos. Martin looked closer. Some of them were X-rated! Taboo II, Deepthroat. Martin had heard of that one. Debbie Does Dallas. Wow! Martin was tempted to watch. After all, the Wilson's had said he could watch any TV or video he wanted. He suspected they meant those in the living room, but they hadn't said so. Still, it was late, he was tired, and he knew if he started watching sex-stuff, he might be tempted to climb in bed with Tabitha, and what kind of baby-sitter would he be then?

Martin quickly dumped his clothes on the chair, and climbed into bed, leaving the towel draped over the chair. He hated to clutter up the room that way, but there wasn't any other obvious place to put his clothes. Sleepily, the 14-year old boy climbed between the sheets, and almost immediately fell asleep. His last thought, was that he should have worn his underwear, as he wasn't sleeping at home, and he might have to get up, and he didn't want to frighten Tabitha. It was too much effort to get up. Besides, he never wore anything at home. Martin was asleep. About a half-hour later, Martin woke up. Was that a cry? Was Tabitha OK? He listened intently. Nothing. Then a bright flash, followed a second later by a rumble-boooom. Just some lighting. Martin turned over to go back to sleep.

At that moment, there was a brilliant FLASH, that lit up the room as bright as day, followed instantaneously by a KKKRRAAAAACKABOOOOM!, that shook the house to its foundations. Martin wondered if one of the trees had gotten hit, but was distracted from this speculation by a hair-raising scream! Tabitha!

Tabitha was hurt! Martin thought. He started to throw the covers off and was going to dash into the other room, when there was a "SLAM!" from the little girl's door; a fast patter of running feet; and the next thing Martin knew, he was holding a very frightened, very naked, little girl in his arms.

Martin was about to ask Tabitha what was wrong, when it became apparent. There was another "Flash-CRASH!" outside, and Tabitha screamed again, right in his ear this time, almost deafening him. The little girl grabbed him in a hug that felt like it was going to choke him, until he pried her shaking arms off.

"I'm sorry," she said; shivering with fright. "I can't stand thunderstorms. That's why Kristin usually stays over here, when it's going to storm. I'm not usually such a baby. It's just that lightning scares me." She jumped again, clutching him, as another bright flicker was followed by a "Crack!-Booom!" not quite so near this time.

"It's OK. I'm here," said Martin; enjoying the feeling of the little girl's naked skin against his. Even if he was no longer horny, it was still a pleasant thing to do. Right now, the little girl's fright kept him worried enough for her to keep him from thinking about sex. Or at least to keep from thinking much about it. It would have been impossible to keep from thinking about it at all. To his horror, Martin felt his cock growing between the little girl's legs, as she shuddered with each flash and crash of the storm. As the storm moved off, Tabitha finally relaxed enough to stop squeezing him like she was afraid he was going to vanish.

"Can I sleep in here with you?" she asked plaintively. "I'm scared to go back to my bed, alone. I always sleep in here with Mom and Daddy, when there's a thunderstorm, unless Kristin's here."

"Uh, Tabitha," said Martin. "I don't think that'd be a good idea. You see, I've... That is, I'm... I..." He couldn't say it.

"You what?" asked Tabitha, squirming on his lap, making his engorged penis swell up even more. "Oh!" she suddenly giggled.

"Oh Martin!" the little girl said exasperatedly. "Just because you've got a hard-on, doesn't mean we've got to fuck. Though I wouldn't mind," she added as an afterthought. "I just want to snuggle up, and go to sleep. Please? I just can't go back in there alone!"

Martin gave up. "OK, you sexy little devil," he said. "But just to sleep."

"Oh Martin! You mean it?" asked Tabitha. "You think I'm sexy?" She began squirming her little butt down on his swollen penis.

"Yes, I think you're sexy. Too damn sexy for your own good. Now stop that, or I'll send you back to your room, thunderstorm or no thunderstorm."

"OK," grumbled the little girl. "Spoil sport!" She snuggled down into the bed, and Martin did likewise. There was another flash of lightning, and suddenly Tabitha was in Martin's arms again, shivering. When it wasn't repeated, she slowly turned over again. "Could you snuggle up to me, so I could go back to sleep?" she asked.

"Uh Tabitha, I've still got...." Martin's cock, was as hard as a rock.

"Oh bull. Just put it between my legs. You don't have to fuck me, if you don't want to. I won't rape you."

Martin wanted to way: "But I might rape you!," but stopped himself. Besides, if he said any more, he would be telling the little girl just how much he DID want to fuck her. He wanted so much to stick his big cock up between the little girl's legs and fill her tiny little cunt with his swollen penis, and fuck her until he filled the little girl's womb with enough of his potent sperm to keep her pregnant for the next ten-years. Carefully, Martin did as the little girl asked, and pushed his cock between her legs, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin against the oversensitive skin of his engorged member. He managed to grit his teeth, and kept from cumming all over the little girl, until a slight releasing sensation told him that he cold relax a little. He knew that a big slippery gob of lube was now oozing from the tip of his penis, right next to the little girl's tiny slit. He wished he had the nerve to angle his cock up a fraction of an inch, and just slide it into the little girl. Then, he was proud of himself, for not doing it. Still congratulating himself, Martin fell asleep, with his cock now drooling pre-cum right up against Tabitha's creaming little slit. Tabitha felt it. She also felt Martin fall asleep. This was her chance. She had been dreaming about this for months.

Even Kristin didn't know it, but she had moved into the bedroom across from her parents when she found out about the telescope the older boy kept across the way. She had bribed her older brother into letting her have the room, by doing the dishes for him for a month. She had offered him a blow-job, but he had laughingly declined, saying she could do it for him, when she had done at least ten others first. If he was going to get a blow-job from his little sister, he wanted it to be a good one. Besides, he had already pointed out that she would probably want her first one to be with her new boyfriend.

With her parent's encouragement, Tabitha had actually set out to seduce the older boy, as he was the handsomest boy she had ever met, and not only that, he talked to her like real people, not like some little girl he wanted to get rid of. When Kristin had called the other day, with the implication that Martin actually wanted to fuck her, she had been overjoyed. Kristin had thought that she might not want it, but hadn't realized that Tabitha had been trying to seduce Martin for months. Then, when she finally got the boy alone, and she knew he wanted her, to have him get an attack of conscience had been enormously frustrating to the little girl. Still, she was smart enough to not push too hard. Tabitha giggled to herself. "Push too hard. That's exactly what she WAS going to do." she thought to herself, as she shifted position in bed, bending away from the sleeping older boy, until her creaming little cunny was directly over, and rubbing up against his drooling prick. Carefully, she pushed back.

"Oh!" she thought; biting her lip to keep from moaning. "Oh my God! It's going in!" Tabitha felt the lips of her tight little cunt spread around the head of the older boy's large penis. There was a stretching, almost tearing sensation, and again Tabitha bit her lip, to keep from crying, this time.

A half-inch. An inch. And inch and a half. Two inches slid into her. She was going to cum! She slid up. Then back down. Another half inch of cock slid up inside her. Up and down again. Now she had three whole inches of prick-meat inside her tight little cunny. God, he was really thick. His thickness created so MUCH pressure down that it began hurt. She was going to cum, and she didn't even have him halfway inside yet Tabitha could feel the older boy's cock pressing up against something inside her. She remembered her parent's instructions. That was her hymen. She'd have to break it, if she wanted to take Martin's cock all the way up inside her properly, so she could have his sperm squirting up against her womb. It was too late. She was going to cum, and couldn't help it.

Martin beat her to it. The stimulation of thinking about fucking the little girl all day, then that incredible scene with the thunderstorm had almost had him spouting sperm all over the little girl's belly before. Now the incredible sensation of the child's vagina milking on his over-stimulated cock was too much.

"Uuuuggghhh!" he breathed loudly; waking up just in time to feel a wave of release flow through his body, as his sperm exited from the end of his penis, and into the welcoming belly of the 10-year old little girl. "Uuuggghhh. Oooohhhhh!" he groaned; as he felt surge after surge of his potent sperm ripple through the tube on the bottom of his cock and squirt so satisfyingly into the body of the 10-year old child. Squirt after squirt, went into the little girl, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she pushed back harder. Martin knew he should pull out, before he got the little girl pregnant, but he couldn't. It felt just TOO good! Besides, it was too late anyway. Once he let the first squirt go in the little girl, he might as well let her have it all. Martin let him self go, emptying himself into the child, now actually trying to impregnate the little girl, as he felt the last sticky curds of babymaking seed leave the head of his penis, and exit into the belly of this incredible little girl. All the while he had been filling the child's vagina with his hazardous sperm, he had been aware that Tabitha was climaxing as well, as her vagina squeezed and spasmed around his cock, in a rhythm that was unmistakable.

"Whoooa!" breathed Martin. He was going to have to thank Tabitha, as soon as he got his breath back. He hadn't thought he would actually fuck the little girl, but he was sure grateful that she had done it anyway.

"Oh, Thank you!" said Tabitha, coming down from her climax, enjoying the feeling of the older boy's sperm warming her inside. Just the thought of his rich sperm wriggling its way up inside her womb, in search of her waiting egg, was almost enough to make the little girl cum again. She hoped she was pregnant now. Of course, now that the ice was broken (so to speak) it probably wouldn't be too hard to get Martin to fuck her again. Properly this time, after breaking her hymen.

Martin was flabbergasted. She was thanking him? "Thank YOU!" he said; still trying to catch his breath. Still.... "Hadn't you better go clean up, or something?" he asked, worriedly.

Tabitha almost bubbled over with love for the older boy. He was worried about her! "It's OK," she said. "No, really. You don't have to worry," she said. "I like feeling your sperm up inside me, like I was trying to get pregnant. How'd you like to do that?" she asked. "Get me pregnant, I mean."

The little girl's question was answered, as Martin's cock suddenly returned to full size. "Oh, wow, I guess you would.

C'mon Martin," she encouraged. "Do it. put your big old babymaker up inside my belly, and squirt your sperm in my womb. How about it, Martin. Wouldn't you like to make a baby in me. Let me feel you squirting your 14-year old baby-juice in my little 10-year old belly, and making a baby inside me. Please Martin? Knock me up?"

"You're sure it's OK?" asked Martin worriedly. "I mean, to cum inside you. I don't want you to get hurt. I like you too much for that."

Tabitha knew what Martin meant, he was worried that she might really get pregnant, but just answered his question anyway. "Yes, I'm sure it's OK," she said. "You can squirt your sperm right up inside me, as much as you want tonight, and I won't get in any trouble. Neither will you. In fact," She giggled, as she continued. "You'll get in trouble with me, if you don't!"

"Well, as long as you're sure it's OK," said Martin. "It might be fun, pretending we're actually making a baby." Tabitha grinned. He didn't know the half of it. If it would be fun to pretend they were making a baby, it was going to be sheer ecstasy to know they were doing it 'for real.' Just the thought, of carrying the older boy's baby inside her womb, had the little girl quivering with mini-climaxes, and he didn't even have his cock inside her yet! And she wasn't lying. Her parents already knew that she would be trying to have Martin get her "knocked up" tonight, and fully approved, so he really wouldn't get into trouble if he did.

Neither would she, as she knew her parents really wanted another child, but had been unable to do so for several years. Tabitha knew that Mark and Lisa (her two older siblings) had been trying to help out for the past five years, but Lisa's period kept coming around like clockwork. Everyone in the family figured that it was because they were brother and sister, that she didn't get pregnant. Tabitha knew for sure, that neither one was using any form of birth-control, and the two older siblings always made a point of getting together, when they figured Lisa was ovulating.

Tabitha knew She wouldn't have that kind of trouble with Martin, since he wasn't her brother. Also, she had been using her big sister's pregnancy kit, and figured she had started ovulation, the previous day, so tonight was the perfect time. After this time, she'd tell Martin what he'd done, as she didn't want to lie to him. Especially, if she wanted to carry his baby, and hoped someday to marry him. First though, she wanted him to squirt his sperm up inside her womb, where it belonged, not just barely inside her. Then she'd tell him, about how he was probably making a baby inside her.

"Who knows?" she thought. "Perhaps Martin might even like the idea." She could tell, that the idea of pretending to do it, didn't turn him off. Quite the contrary in fact!

"Look at you," said Martin. "Cute little baby girl, wanting your 14-year old babysitter to put his nasty old babymaker up inside your tiny little 10-year old belly and fill it with his baby-making sperm. Well, I'm just the guy to do it! I'm going to give you what a little girl like you needs: A big belly. I'm going to squirt so much baby-juice right up inside your horny little 10-year old womb, you'll continuously be having babies for the next ten years." Martin put his earlier fantasy into words.

"Oh Martin!" breathed Tabitha; thrilled at the older boy's words. He actually DID want to do it to her! "Do it. Fuck me, and make a baby in me. Let me feel my belly getting big with your baby inside me. C'mon Martin, let me feel you getting me pregnant."

Hearing the little 4th-grader begging him to impregnate her, was to much for Martin. He couldn't resist any more, and he wasn't going to try to. Since the little girl obviously wanted it so much, he was going to do it. He was going to fuck the little girl, and he wasn't going to pull out. He was going to actually try to plant his seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as he could, and if the child got pregnant, well... he'd deal with that later. Certainly the idea didn't seem to scare Tabitha.

Quickly, Martin rolled the little girl over, and crawled between her legs. If he didn't get his surging cock inside her pretty quick, they would both be disappointed, as he was about to ejaculate his sperm right now, whether it was inside her, or not. For a second, they both fumbled together, trying to fit the older boy's penis up against the little girl's tiny slit, before they both gave a sigh of satisfaction, as the head slipped inside her tiny crack.

"Oh! I'm gonna! ..." Moaned Martin, as the feeling of the tight ring of the little girl's cunt-muscles sliding down his penis threatened to have him spouting baby-juice all over the little girl's vagina, before he was fully seated inside her. Still, the almost frightened look on Tabitha's face, managed to make him hold back, with a supreme effort. It was obvious, that the little girl wanted him to be all the way up inside her, before he came.

"Please Martin?" she pleaded with him to hold on. "Can you get it all inside me first? I've waited so long for this!"

Martin gritted his teeth, and somehow managed to keep from spasming the little girl's belly full of baby-juice. "Unnh!" he breathed, then a little easier, as he felt a squirt of something leave his penis, and exit into the welcoming belly of the little girl. "There! Now maybe I can hold off for a minute," he said. Martin could feel the tip of his engorged cock pressing against the unbroken barrier of the little girl's 10-year old hymen.

"Are you sure you want me to?" he said, knowing that there would be no going back, once he actually took the little girl's virginity. Tabitha knew it too, but the only thing that scared her, was the thought that Martin might "chicken out," and NOT do it. She had waited too long to get the older boy between her legs, to back out now!

"Please?" she actually begged. "I want you to. I've always wanted you to be the one to do it to me. Please Martin?"

Martin felt filled with love for the little girl. She actually wanted HIM to be the one to "take her cherry." He had waited and dreamed about doing it to the little girl for so long; he almost couldn't believe it was true. Tabitha actually wanted him to be the first one to enter her temple of love. He couldn't believe his luck.

"Martin! PLEASE!?" said the little girl, interrupting his daydream. Martin jerked himself back to the reality of fucking the little girl who had been giving him wet-dreams, for months.

"Ouucch... aaiiiiieee !" said Tabitha, as she felt the older boy push his cock up hard against her hymen. She felt herself tear a little inside. "No, don't stop!" she said; as Martin started to pull back. "I want you to do it, even if it hurts me. I'll try not to cry, but I might. I've got to lose it sometime, and I really do want you to be the first. Promise you won't pull out, until you've got it all the way inside me, and squirted your sperm all the way up inside me, where it belongs. Please?" she looked scared that he might refuse.

"OK," said Martin; knowing the little girl wouldn't be happy, until he did it. "If you're sure."

Tabitha was sure, and let him know, by nodding. Figuring he'd better do it quick, like ripping off a bandage, rather than slow, Martin pulled his cock back about a half-inch, then rammed it up inside the little girl, as hard as he could. There was a stretching tearing sensation, and the 14-year old boy felt an inner ring slide down his cock, as the little girl's virginity gave way before his onslaught, and the remnants fluttered against the middle of his penis.

"Aauugh!" Tabitha bit her lip, to keep from screaming. It hurt! She felt herself tear inside, as the boys cock slid all the way up inside her, until the head was butting against her womb, and his pubic hair was rubbing against the still sensitive lips of her little bare pussy. "OWWWCHH! That hurts!!!" she said; unable to keep from crying, as the pain overwhelmed her for a moment.

Martin felt like a heel. He knew he was falling in love with the little girl, and he could tell, that she liked him too. To cause this much pain, to someone he loved was too much. Martin's cock started to wilt like a wet noodle inside Tabitha's vagina.

Tabitha felt it, and knew she'd better do something fast, or she wouldn't get pregnant tonight, after all. "Martin!" she said sternly; trying to ignore the twinges of pain still coming from her groin. "You promised!"

"But, I hurt you," said Martin, unable to ignore the tears running down the little girl's cheeks, or the stifled sobs, as the child tried to get her breathing under control.

"Please Martin?" Tabitha decided to beg, if she had to. "Don't stop now!"

The older boy did his best. He closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and tried to pump blood into his wilting penis. Martin tried to forget about the pain the little girl was feeling, and remember his earlier fantasies about fucking her. Here he was, actually fucking the little girl of his dreams, and if he didn't finish, he knew that both he and Tabitha would never forgive him for it. Martin tried bringing back the fantasy about knocking the little girl up, that had so stimulated him, the night before. It started to work.

"Fucking her." Martin mumbled to himself. "I'm going to knock that little girl up, higher than a kite. Tabitha's going to be so happy, feeling me impregnate her, she'll tell all her little 10-year old girlfriends, and they'll all want me to impregnate them too. I'm gonna fill that little girl's belly so full of baby-juice, she'll have triplets, at least." The boy's huge penis started to inflate once more, in the little girl's belly. Tabitha was thrilled! She knew that Martin was acting out his private fantasy, and it was about her! The older boy had actually been dreaming about fucking her, and getting her pregnant, as she had dreamt about him! Tabitha began fucking back at the older boy. enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding all the way in and out of her vagina, now that her hymen was no longer in the way. The slight twinges of her torn virginity was only a reminder of the fact that she had given the older boy something that could never be replaced. Tabitha was so happy, that Martin had been the one to take her virginity, she decided to give him another thrill, and tell him the whole truth.

"Martin," she said, Pushing her crotch up against his, enjoying the feel of his pubic hair mashing against her pussy lips, as he strained to push his cock further up inside the little girl.

"Yes Tabitha?" Martin came back to reality. Only reality was almost the same, as his dream. It was hard to tell them apart, only a dream had never felt this good! Martin wondered how he would ever manage to go back to just watching the little girl through the telescope. "Well, one thing at a time," he told himself, as he tried to give the little girl the attention she deserved.

"You know that idea, about getting me pregnant?" asked Tabitha, pulling away, and then pushing back, as the boy's prick probed against parts of her, that she hadn't known she had, bringing still more thrills to her young body.

"You don't want to take a chance, anyway? Even though it's safe right now?" asked Martin. "I suppose I could pull out. Or I could use a rubber." He hated to admit, that he had actually planned on seducing Tabitha, but still: "I've got some, in my pant's pocket," he admitted.

Tabitha hugged him, almost crushing the older boy in the intensity of her love for him. He had been thinking about her, and had come prepared! She knew it didn't feel so good, for a man to use a rubber, but he was willing to do that for her! Tabitha felt like melting down into a pile of cum, out of love for the older boy. The stimulation of the older boy's cock, each time it struck her cervix, kept her too excited to pass out.

"No, silly," she said, kissing him. Martin kissed her back, and this time she almost DID pass-out, from the intensity of her feelings for him. The boy's lively tongue in her mouth, coupled with the inner stimulation of his swollen penis, as she was reamed out below, were almost unbelievable. "I mean," She said.

"We're doing it now!"

"That ought to get him," she thought.

"Huh?" Martin stared down at the little girl underneath him. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, left on when Tabitha had first entered the room in fright, he could see the child's flat little belly bulging, each time he pushed forward. He could almost imagine it was swelling from his baby growing inside the little girl. But Tabitha had assured him that it was OK for him to cum inside her, so that wouldn't happen. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean," said Tabitha, looking down at her belly and enjoying similar thoughts. "That I'm not on the pill, and my period was over two weeks ago. We're probably making a baby, right now." There! She'd said it. Tabitha wondered if Martin would be angry, at her little deception.

"You mean, you might be..." Martin couldn't say it.

"Pregnant?" Tabitha could. "Uh huh. I checked my temperature last night, and I should be ovulating today. I'm probably 'fertile as a turtle, Myrtle' right now. I've been waiting for tonight, hoping that you'd actually do it, fuck me, and get me pregnant. With the sperm you've already squirted inside me, I might be, but that barely got inside me. If you keep your promise, and do it up inside me where it belongs; hopefully I'll be pregnant by tomorrow."

"But you told me...."

"I told you, that it was OK, for you to 'cum' in me. I meant it. I also said that you won't get in trouble, if you do. I meant that, as well," reassured the little girl. Tabitha could feel the boy's penis softening inside her. Didn't he want her baby? she wondered.

"But, your parents," said Martin. "They'll kill me, if they find out I've knocked you up. How'll you ever explain it to them, if your belly starts to get big?" Martin's cock really started to wilt now, inside Tabitha's clasping belly.

Tabitha grinned at him. "Dummy!" she said. "Mommy and Daddy know all about it already. When Kristin called over here, she was asking if I minded, if you fucked me."

Martin's jaw dropped, as the little girl continued.

"What Kristin didn't know, is that I've been trying to get you in my bed, for months. Mommy and Daddy have been helping me. They let me move into Mark's bedroom, when you got that big picture-window put in, so that I could work on you, by letting you see me getting undressed every night. We'd been planning on inviting you over some afternoon, when you'd "catch" me in my bathing-suit; watching my brother and sister fucking. That's why I've been wearing the bikini, and teasing you, by taking off my clothes while I faced your room, with the lights placed so that you could get a good look." Tabitha giggled. "It took Daddy over six hours, to get the lighting just right, so that the glare didn't reflect off either my window, our yours, or look too obviously arranged. Remember when Mark came over that night, to "borrow" some airplane glue?

Martin nodded. It had seemed like a funny thing to do, at the time.

"Well," continued the impish little girl, squirming her body against him, reminding him to keep fucking her, while they talked. "What Mark really came over for, was to make sure you could see me, in my new room, and check out Daddy's new lighting. If you had looked, you would have seen me, standing nude, legs spread, playing with myself. Mark had specific instructions on what to say, if you saw me, but you didn't. Maybe if you had, we'd have gotten together before now."

Martin still couldn't believe it. "You mean your parents actually WANT me to..." He couldn't finish the thought. Still, he picked up the pace a little, sliding his cock a little faster, in and out of the child's squeezing little hole.

"Uh huh! Mommy just can't wait to hold her new grandchild, and Daddy's been fixing up my old room, as a nursery already. Of course, if you don't want me to have your baby..." Tabitha looked down at her flat little tummy almost in disappointment at the thought of not being pregnant. She stopped moving her tight little slit on and off the older boy's penis, as she waited for his reply.

Martin stopped too. Much as he loved the thought of getting the little girl pregnant, they had better be sure of what they were getting into first. Even though neither one of them moved, while they talked, the little girl's vagina kept squeezing on the older boy's penis, keeping it hard, while Martin's cock would give an occasional twitch inside Tabitha's vagina, keeping her excited as well.

"Tabitha," he said. "There's some things you'd better understand."

"Mmmm?" she said; giving him another squeeze. She was a little worried that he might say no; but not much. "Well first, I do like the idea, of making a baby together." Tabitha started to go wild in his arms, hugging and kissing her 14-year old lover, before Martin managed to continue. "I'm worried. What if somebody else learns that I've been fucking you, and worse-yet, knocked you up? It's a big crime, for someone to fuck little girls in this state. Even though I'm considered under-aged myself, I'd still get in big trouble, if anyone figured out the fact that I was the one who knocked you up."

Tabitha started to speak, but Martin put his finger on her mouth for a second, stopping her.

"Shh. Wait until I'm finished," he said. "Then there's MY parents. What will we do when THEY learn that I'm fucking you? because I know, that once I start, I won't be able to quit. I love you too much. And once I'm doing it on a regular basis, my parents are certain to learn. Not to mention my little sisters. You have no idea how snoopy those little kids can be. Finally, it'll be at least 4-years before we can get married, even with your parent's permission. What if you don't want me by then, and what about the baby? I'll let you answer now. If you can figure a way around these things, we'll get back to the fun part of making a baby. Otherwise, I'd better go over and break out that package of "Trojans," and hope that we aren't too late already." Tabitha was ready to start up again already, especially after hearing the one part of Martin's speech that really mattered. He loved her! Not only that, he wanted to MARRY her! The little girl fought to catch her breath, before she answered. First things first, she thought.

"I love you too," she said, and was gratified by a returning grin. "Now lets see. You're worried, about someone learning about you fucking me, and getting me pregnant, right?"

Martin nodded.

"Well, first," said the little girl. I'd never admit that it was you, and unless they actually caught us in the act, nobody will be able to prove a thing."

Martin started to open his mouth, but Tabitha raised her finger. "I let you finish," she said, "Now let me." Martin subsided.

"Second," Continued Tabitha. "As far as most people will know, The baby is going to be my mother's, not mine. I've promised Mommy, that any kids we have before I get married, she can have to raise as her own. Of course, I'll help, but I won't consider any children I have, as truly mine, until I've moved out, and am married. Mommy's been wanting to have several more children before she gets too old, and at least if they come from one of her daughters she figures that it's almost the same thing as being hers and Daddy's."

Tabitha took a deep breath, and continued. "Daddy's already been making arrangements for us to take vacation during the time when I get too big in the belly to ignore, and Momma has arranged the help of a doctor, who won't dare tell anyone about us. As you can see, My parents not only know about this, but are working to help."

Martin had to kiss his bedmate, before letting her resume. They both enjoyed a long soul-hungry tongue-dueling kiss, before pulling apart.

"Third," said Tabitha, trying to get her breath back, after that unbelievable kiss. "Your parents. That one's almost funny. I must know something about your parents, that you don't. Your parents won't say a word, if they learn about us. Not with their background."

Martin looked at Tabitha absolutely stunned. How did she know? He had thought that he was the only one who knew about his parents. "How did you find out?" he managed to choke out.

Tabitha almost laughed in his face, it was so comical, but she loved him too much to do that. She managed to hold it down to a giggle. "Silly," she said, tracing a loving finger around his face, trying to memorize it by feel. "Mommy and Daddy were charter-members of the 'club,' or didn't you know? That's one reason we moved here. Our parents were old friends of yours, from way back, so when this house went up for sale."

"Oh." Martin figured that he needed some time to digest this one. When he had first accidentally learned of his parents once belonging to the "incest-club" of Front and Center, he had at first been surprised. Not really shocked, just surprised. When he had asked them, they had answered his questions honestly, just asking him to keep it a secret, as it might cause trouble, if some of the busybodies in the local community found out. He had agreed, knowing just how intolerant some people could be, and had almost forgot about it, until Kristin had made her request the other day. He had figured that he wouldn't tell his sister what he knew, until after she fulfilled her part of the bargain (which she most certainly had), but that knowing what he did, would make her request easy to satisfy. Now, to learn that Tabitha's parents had also been members... Martin grinned at the little girl. "Small world, isn't it?" he said. No wonder they weren't shocked at the thought of their 10-year old little girl wanting to get pregnant by her 14-year old babysitter. And that remark Tabitha had made about her older sister, and implied about the girl's brother. Wow!

"Finally," said Tabitha. "I don't think Kristin is going to say anything. Not when she's trying to get pregnant by her own father."

Martin's jaw dropped again. Tabitha was so far ahead of him, in her knowledge of what was going on. He knew his little sister had been planning on fucking their father, but actually carrying Dad's baby? Wow! Still, he didn't doubt Tabitha's information. It had the ring of truth about it. "I feel like a mushroom," he said, parroting the old joke. "Everybody keeps me in the dark, and feeds me Bullshit!"

Tabitha burst into a fit of giggles, making her tight little cunny squeeze around his prick in sync. "The little girl could almost 'giggle me off'," thought Martin; as he fought to keep from cumming too soon. He put the thought into words, making Tabitha giggle even harder.

Tabitha caught her breath, and managed to stop giggling, as she finished up. "Last but not least, Sarah isn't going to be saying anything, not if she expects to keep sleeping with you, and Candy can't say a word about you getting me pregnant, not when she wants you to do the same thing to her!"

Martin couldn't believe it, but he did anyway. "You mean that Candy, my own 10-year old little sister, wants me to...."

"Get her pregnant," finished Tabitha. "Once she learned that you wanted to fuck someone her age, it seemed like a dream come true. She was over here within ten minutes, making sure I didn't mind, before she decided whether to try and get on birth-control pills, or fuck you 'bareback'. I think it's kinda' cute, your own little sister wanting to carry her big brother's baby, don't you? Now, are you going to just lie there gaping, or are you going to fuck me?" Tabitha resumed sliding her tight little slit on and off her older lover's big cock. "Or," She paused while she said it. "Do you think we still need those rubbers. I'll wait, if you think we do."

"C'mere slut!" said Martin; shoving his cock up inside the little girl hard! "Let's you and me, get back to the important business of making a baby. Your Momma's going to be awfully disappointed, if her little girl's belly doesn't start to swell pretty quick."

"Unh Unnnngghh!" gasped Tabitha; giving into the feelings she had been holding down. "Do it. Let me feel you making a baby in me. I want to feel your sperm wriggling its way, up inside my womb, getting me pregnant. Ah. Aaahhhh. Aaauuuggh!" The last was a scream, as Tabitha finally reached her long-awaited climax.

Martin was right with Tabitha, as he spasmed the little girl's 10-year old belly full of his hazardous sperm, trying to deposit as much of it as possible in the little girl's welcoming young womb. The excitement of the previous day, sitting there for over an hour with his cock resting inside the child's vagina, while they discussed their future, and most of all knowing that the little girl loved him enough to actually WANT him to make a baby in her, and that he wouldn't get in trouble if he did, had made Martin produce an incredible amount of sperm. The 14-year old boy sent every drop into the little girl's belly. The flow was so continuous, that Martin almost felt like he was pissing his sperm in the little girl's womb. He could feel that the flow was too thick and too satisfying to be urine. Finally, he felt the flow slow to a more normal ejaculation, as his body continued to pump what seemed like gallons of his hazardous, baby-making cum into the child's unprotected young womb.

Tabitha was cumming just as hard. Feeling her older lover pumping his sperm inside her belly, as the boy tried to get her pregnant, was almost too exciting for the little girl to believe. She had worked for months for this moment, when Martin would be on top of her, squirting her belly full of his potent sperm, trying to make a baby in her belly. Having it finally happen was too much. Tabitha fainted dead away. Martin's cock had grown so much from the excitement of getting the little girl pregnant, that he had pushed his cock up against the tight knob of the little girl's uterus, and actually forced the tip inside, so that most of his sperm was deposited right inside the little girl's 10-year old womb. When Tabitha fainted, for a second Martin thought he had actually killed the little girl by tearing her inside, and squirting his sperm against her internal organs. Then he realized that child was still breathing, she had just relaxed so much, it was almost like she had died.

Then, for another second or two, Martin was afraid the little girl had had a stroke, from the excitement of getting fucked properly, for the first time. He finally remembered something his father had said about his mother sometimes passing out, from the intensity of her orgasm, when she got too excited. His father had said that once he got used to it, he just enjoyed the different feeling he got when his wife passed out, and continued fucking her, until she revived. He had told Martin, that the boy's mother seemed to enjoy knowing that she hadn't spoiled his pleasure, by passing out, and generally ended up more excited than before.

Trying to take his father's unknowing advice, Martin kept pushing his swollen cock up inside the limp little girl, until his spasms started to slow, just about the same time Tabitha revived.

"Ooooh. Thank you," said jenny; appreciating the fact that Martin hadn't pulled out, while she was passed out. She realized she had blacked out for a moment, but wasn't sure for how long. Both children felt the last sticky glob of the boy's sperm dribble out of his penis, and into the little girl's welcoming belly.

"Thank YOU, Tabitha," said Martin, as he pulled his now aching cock out of the little girl's belly. He felt so empty of sperm, he wasn't sure he'd EVER be able to fuck again. Still, he figured that if that load didn't knock the little 10-year old up, nothing would. "Hadn't you better go to the bathroom, or something?" he asked; seeing a glob of his sperm starting to ooze out of the girl's slightly stretched little hole.

"No, I'm going to lie here tonight, and let your sperm soak into me," said Tabitha, lifting her ass, and placing a pillow underneath it.

"But what about the bed?" asked Martin, sensibly, he figured. He didn't want to spoil the mattress, not on such a fine bed, in such a neat room.

"Lift up the sheet, and look underneath," said Tabitha. Obediently, Martin did as the little girl instructed. Underneath the sheet and mattress-pad was a plastic fitted-sheet, of the sort people used when little babies were expected to be sleeping in a bed. The little girl's parents had prepared for anything.

"Momma and Daddy were afraid I might bleed all over the place, so they put the old sheets and blankets that they were planning on throwing away anyway, on the bed. They didn't want me or you having to worry about the bed, or sheets, when I got fucked for the first time. Momma said it might take all the fun out of it. Momma also told me, to make sure I let it soak in properly, as this was my best time."

Martin still found it hard to believe, in spite of all the evidence. Still, he loved the little girl enough to trust her, even if he didn't believe it. He snuggled up to the little girl, enjoying the feel of her naked skin next to his, as he slid off to sleep.


The next morning, both children woke up late. The sun was shining brightly in the bedroom, and Martin thought that he'd better hurry up, and fix Tabitha her breakfast. Tabitha however, wanted to fuck first, before taking a bath, and having breakfast. Martin decided to oblige the little girl, as he wasn't sure when he would next be able to come over to visit, and Tabitha did seem so eager to have him deposit a fresh load of his sperm inside her womb, so that she could be sure of getting pregnant before he left.

The older boy had just gotten comfortable between his under-aged lover's legs, and was just managed to get his cock properly seated in the little girl's clasping young vagina, when the door opened behind them, and the girl's father looked in.

"Aren't you two done yet?" asked Karl Wilson, and grinned at his daughter, not seeming to be either shocked or surprised to find his little girl naked, and with her 14-year old babysitter pumping his swollen cock in and out of her barely post-virginal vagina.

"We're trying to make sure I'm pregnant, Daddy," said Tabitha, not stopping her humping back at the older boy, as she tried to make Martin cum inside her.

Martin was in shock. It was one thing, to be TOLD, that the little girl's parents didn't mind, if he fucked her. He hadn't realized it was so late, or he would have been out of bed, before they got "caught." As it was, he had really expected the man to be angry at him for fucking his little girl. He had expected some big scene, in which he was ordered out of the house, and only had been able to face the prospect, because he knew that Tabitha would stand up for, and with him. He had figured that the little girl's love was worth any pain that he might get. Tabitha had been telling the truth! Her parents really didn't mind! Not only that, they were actually EXPECTING him to impregnate their little 10-year old girl! He had trusted Tabitha the night before, but hadn't really BELIEVED her. He had thought that Tabitha might have misunderstood wheat her parents really wanted. After all! Martin resolved to make it up to the little girl for doubting her. All this, ran through the boy's mind, in less time than it takes to tell. He resolved to apologize to the older Wilsons as well, for doubting them too.

Martin resumed fucking the little girl, in full view of her father. If it didn't bother the girl's father, he'd better not let it bother him, he decided.

"You do my little girl up right," admonished Karl. "You can knock her up, but don't you dare hurt my little girl. Breakfast will be ready whenever you two lovebirds finish up. If you need more than an hour, could you two finish up in Tabitha's bedroom? Her mother and I are kind of tired, and we don't sleep too good in a strange bed." This admonition, warning, and request were given in one breath, as Karl started to close the door, on his way out.

"It won't take us very long Daddy," said Tabitha, squeezing her 14-year old lover's cock with her tight little pussy, she could already feel the signs of his excitement; and knew it wouldn't be long before the older boy was once again squirting his baby-making sperm inside her receptive little belly. "Why don't you and Momma come in here, and watch?" she added. "I'd like you both to see, when Martin gets me pregnant."

"Are you sure he won't mind?" Karl Wilson asked his little 10-year old daughter; as she resumed sliding her bare little cunny on and off her 14-year old lover's hard cock.

"He'd better not, if he knows what's good for him," giggled Tabitha; as she tousled the older boy's hair.

Martin was in no mood to argue. If the little girl wanted her mother and father, or even her whole family to watch, who was he to care? As long as he managed to squirt his sperm in the little girl before his head exploded with excitement! "She'd better hurry!" he warned. "I'm about to... Aggggh!"

"What's this, that Tabitha wants?" asked Andie, peering over her husband's shoulder, just in time to see the neighbor boy go into spasms on top of her daughter. Andie could tell that the older boy was cumming hard inside her little girl, as he jerked, and pushed with his penis, and tried mightily to deposit as much of his potent sperm in the little girl's womb as he could. It thrilled Andie to see her 10-year old little girl working against the older boy, as she fought to make her immature young body reproduce. "Do it." She couldn't help herself; she had to encourage the two on the bed. "Cum in her," she said. "Let me see you get my little girl pregnant."

Hearing Tabitha's mother actually encouraging him to get her little girl pregnant, was too much for Martin. His cock swelled tremendously, dilating the pre-pubescent child's vaginal orifice, and causing the head of he penis to actually snap through Tabitha's cervix, and deposit glob after big thick sticky glob of his potent sperm inside right inside her fertile young womb.

Tabitha climaxed as well. It was exciting enough, to feel Martin trying to impregnate her, but to know that her own mother and father were watching, and cheering the older boy on, was too thrilling for words. Tabitha's little body clenched and squeezed on her older lover's cock. Each time Martin would figure he was through, another spasm would shake the little girl causing her clasping young vagina to milk another dollop of sperm from his balls, up inside the child's tightly stretched little belly. Finally the two children relaxed, with Martin's cock now only dribbling the last of his sperm inside the little girl's belly. He just barely managed to get enough energy to roll off Tabitha, before collapsing in a heap. He hadn't wanted to crush the little girl. Karl and Andie looked at the two children. Their daughter's tiny little slit, was red and swollen, and a bubble of white slippery liquid was slowly starting to ooze out. The older boy's cock was equally red, with white streaks of cum drooling down the side while a bubble of white, matching the one oozing from the little girl's tiny slit, slowly dripped off the tip. It was obvious, that these children were no longer "little" kids any more, as they were very definitely playing adult games.

Very adult games, considering that Tabitha was probably fertile, and the two kids hadn't made any attempt at all, at birth-control. "Definitely, not 'little' kids any more," mused Andie. She wondered if her daughter was pregnant yet. Well, the girl had sure tried hard enough. They would find out later. One way or the other, they would be sure to find out.

"Breakfast will be in forty-five minutes," said Andie, grabbing her husband, and leading him back to the kitchen. She wanted to give the two kids time enough to recover; before loading them down with breakfast. For ten minutes, it was all either child could do, just to lie there, still drooling cum. Neither one noticed when Tabitha's two older siblings sneaked a peek inside the door, before continuing to their own rooms. They both ended up in Lisa's room instead. Shortly, if anyone had been listening, the squeaking of bedsprings would have told the listener what was going on between them. Nobody was, however. The two older children just managed to get cleaned up, in time to join their younger sister and her new boyfriend at breakfast. Martin managed to fuck Tabitha one last time, before he had to leave, that afternoon. This time, knowing that the whole family knew about it, and actually approved, he was able to relax and really enjoy it, taking the time to eat the little girl and be eaten by her, until they both couldn't wait any longer and he left one last big load of baby-juice in the little girl's tight little belly.

Kristin had one question to ask her big brother. "Did you?"

Martin just answered. "Whoooooooo!"

"Good!" said Kristin. "Now, you can help me."

Martin didn't argue. He just collapsed in his bed, and went back to sleep.

"Shit!" said Kristin. It looked like she was going to have to wait for several hours, before Martin would be up to holding up his end of the bargain, so she went over to visit Tabitha. Besides, she did want to see how the little girl looked, after getting fucked. "Of course," She mused. "If Martin's any example, she's probably in bed too."

Tabitha wasn't in bed. In fact, Kristin couldn't remember her looking brighter and more chipper. She also seemed to be glad to see her. Kristin decided to make sure, on both sides. Sometimes her brother would exaggerate, or say things, just to make her feel better. Besides, now that she thought of it, he hadn't actually SAID he had fucked the little girl, just implied it. "Did he?" she asked Tabitha.

Tabitha nodded, a big silly grin on her face.

"Are you?"

Tabitha shrugged. "I don't know yet. I hope so," she replied.

"Was he any good?" This question was for her little sister. Tabitha smiled. The whole room seemed to light up. "Was he ever!" she said. "Where is he now?"

Both girls started giggling, when Kristin told Tabitha about how Martin had collapsed, after getting home. Kristin told Tabitha, about how she was disgusted, not being able to find out how Martin was going to handle their father, until he woke up, which didn't look like it would be for hours.

This time Tabitha's grin threatened to split her face. "You don't have to wait for him," she told Kristin. "He already told me, what he was going to tell you, and we both agreed that it was the right thing." Tabitha didn't mention what she and Martin knew about his parents. But the knowledge had definitely gone into what the boy planned to tell his little sister.

"Well, don't just sit there! Tell me!" said Kristin.

"Ask your mother."

"Ask my mother, what?" said Kristin.

"That's the answer," explained Tabitha. "Tell your mother what you want, and ask her to help."

"Mommy'd paddle my butt blue, if I even mentioned such a thing," said Kristin. "That's no answer!" The little girl felt cheated.

For once, Tabitha felt older and wiser than her erstwhile babysitter. "Trust me," she said. "Your brother is right on this. I can't tell you why, but it's the only way, you'll ever get what you want. You do want this?" she added.

"More than anything in the world," assured Kristin.

"Then go ask your mother." Tabitha shooed Kristin out the door.

"Go ON!" she emphasized. "ASK her."

All the way home, Kristin debated with herself. Should she take Tabitha's (and her brother's) advice, or shouldn't she? Three times, she made up her mind to do it; and three times, she decided not to. "But Tabitha was so SURE!" she thought to herself; as she entered the kitchen, so deep in thought, that she almost bowled over the object of her internal debate.

"Whoa! What's the matter Honey?" asked Kelly Kellen, as she managed to catch herself and her daughter in time to keep either one of them from knocking the full coffee pot over.

Kristin had just decided NOT to ask her mother, when the woman caught her by surprise, and jerked the question out of her, before she could stop herself. "Momma, can I fuck Daddy?" Kristin gasped, and started to cover her mouth; sure she was going to get killed.

Surprisingly, Kristin's mother didn't even seem surprised, at her daughter's question. She just picked up the coffee pot, poured herself and her little girl a cup each, and sat down to ask. "Mmmm? and what brings this on."

"Tabitha was right!" Kristin thought, as she started to explain months of frustration to her understanding mother.

"Momma. I want to have a baby." Kelly's eyebrows went up a bit, at this statement from her 12-year old daughter, but didn't comment, as Kristin continued. "I've wanted to have one, for months, and months. But I'm scared of doing it with just any guy. Besides, I'm kinda young; and I can't trust most guys my age to stick around long enough to help me raise a baby. At first, I thought of making it with some older guy, but most of them are married, and the ones that aren't...Yech! I've almost been ready to go and let some guy knock me up, and never even let him know he did it."

"That wouldn't be very fair, Honey," calmly interjected Kelly.

"I know it Mommy. Not to him, not to me, and most of all, not to the baby. Besides, most guys look on me, as what they call 'jailbait,' and are scared to get even close to me. I know. Once, when I almost had decided to let some guy do it, but they all got scared. If not at first, then once they found out how old I was. Besides, I don't really want someone making a baby inside me, if he doesn't love me. At least a little bit, anyway. I want my daughter (or son) to know her father wanted her. Anyway, for a while, I thought about seducing one of the married men I know, but then I thought that wouldn't be fair either. At least, not to the poor guy's wife. And she wouldn't even know about it until too late."

"So you decided on your father?" asked the little girl's mother.

"Well, not at first. Then one day, I was looking through the stacks of videos, to find one I could record my show on, checking each of them to make sure you hadn't used them, as I didn't want to spoil one of your shows."

Andie nodded, to show she was following; as her daughter continued.

"Well, one of them, you had recorded was Jerry Springer, or maybe it was Oprah. It sounded kind of interesting, so I let it play awhile. All of a sudden, when I realizes what they were talking about, you couldn't have pried me away from that set with a crowbar. I forgot all about the show I originally wanted to watch."

"What show was that?" asked Kelly, searching her brain, trying to remember when she had recorded either of those two smut-hounds.

"It was a show, about men who abuse their daughters. Only this time, they seemed to be mixed up. The daughters, four of them, had been having sex with their father, but didn't seem to think he was abusing them. In fact, three of the girls were really proud of the fact that they had been 'taking care of' their father since their mother died. Two of the women proudly showed off the babies that their father had given them. It seems the guy actually made it a point, to fuck his little girls, when they were fertile, instead of trying to keep them from getting pregnant.

The youngest girl, who was about my age, they kept behind a curtain, as they didn't want to expose her to the camera. But she was fucking her daddy too. In fact, she was 7 months pregnant, and proud of it. That's why they didn't show her. The oldest girl said she had about five kids by her father, and was getting a little tired of it. She was glad that her father was mainly interested in her younger sisters, and her eldest daughter, now."

"And that's what made you think about having your own father get you pregnant?" Kelly was sounding a little amused now.

"Well mostly," said Kristin. "It put the idea in my mind, as a possibility. Once I managed to trim down all the other possibilities, it began to look better and better. Here's the way I finally came to look at it: First: I love Daddy. Second: Almost as important, Daddy loves me. Third: If I have Daddy's baby, nobody would wonder about  its looks. Especially, if I do get married, I'll be sure it looks like my side of the family, so I won't embarrass any possible future husband. Fourth: Daddy's about the handsomest man I've ever met. Martin's getting to be almost as handsome, but men turn me on, not boys. Fifth: Daddy's going to be around, taking care of me, at least until I turn 18, and am old enough to go out on my own. By then, the kid'd be at least five, and able to look out for himself a little. Besides, it wouldn't be that long, before he/she was in school, so I could go to work. There were a whole bunch of other reasons, but these were the main ones. Once I finally decided on Daddy, I've been worrying myself sick, about how to approach him. A couple of time, I actually tried to seduce him, by wearing sexy clothes, or bathing suits, but Daddy never let me get close enough to really try. It's almost as if he was afraid of me, or something."

Kelly snickered to herself. "Not of you, Honey," she said.

"Your father was afraid of himself. Of what he might do to you, if he let you get too close. You see, Kristin, this isn't the first time, for Daddy."

"Isn't the first time for what, Mommy?"

"It isn't the first time, he fucked his own daughter."

Kristin's jaw dropped. She almost felt it dragging on the floor. "You mean, that Candy and Daddy are?"

Kelly shook her head.

"GINNY?" Kristin's voice was almost a scream. "Daddy's fucking Sarah?"

Again, her mother shook her head.

"Then who?!" Kristin gave up, and collapsed back in the chair, where she took another sip of her mother's wonderful coffee.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Kelly. When her daughter shook her head, she continued. "It's me. I'm Your father's daughter too."

"PPPPTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHFFFFFF!" Kristin spewed coffee all over her mother, the kitchen table, and herself. For a second, she almost thought she was going to choke to death, as some coffee got in her lungs, and up in her nose. She was weeping, and shaking her head, when she finally got herself enough under control to help her mother start cleaning up. After about five minutes, they both managed to get back to fresh cups of coffee, after cleaning the table, and mopping up the floor. Kristin had plenty of time to think about this new revelation.

"You mean," She finally said, as she stirred fresh cream and sugar into the new cup. "You're not really my mother,

You're really my sister? Then who WAS my mother?"

"You've still got it a little sideways, Honey," said Kelly.

"I might be your sister, I'm not sure about that. Daddy is the father of both of us. You might be my half-sister. But that's not really important. I am really your mother. And Daddy's really your father. And he's really my father too. Now do you get it?" Kristin's eyes were as big as the saucer under the cup she was drinking out of. "You married your own father?" It was almost a whisper.

"Uh huh. It seemed like the right thing to do, at the time," replied Kelly. "After all these-years, I'm still not sorry."

"But, But, But," Kristin sputtered.

"You sound like a motorboat," Kelly teased her daughter.

"But Daddy's not much older than you are! Besides, don't they check, when you get married, to make sure that brothers and sisters don't get married and things like that? Besides, you can't be Daddy's daughter, You don't even have the same last name! I've met Grandma, and you look just like her! You're pulling my leg! Aren't you?" This was almost a plea, for it to be true.

Kelly smiled at her daughter. This was going to take some explaining. "No dear, I'm not 'pulling your leg' it's all true. sit down, and let me explain." Kristin wrapped herself around the coffee cup as her mother started her story.

"Well, said Kelly. About 20-years ago, in Front and Center, there was a secret kind of 'club' which the members called the 'incest club' to be a member, you had to not only be fucking a close relative, but sharing that relative with other members of the club. For example, If I fucked my brother, and I let the other female members of the club fuck him too, then I could be a member of the club."

"Couldn't your brother be a member too?" asked Kristin.

"Only if he was willing to let me fuck the other's in the club."

"Oh," said Kristin as her mother continued.

"Well, this was a VERY private club, but there were certain financial advantages to being a member, which I won't get into right now. You'll learn about them later. Well anyway, my mother's husband was a charter member of the club, and he was fucking his own daughters, and half the little girls of the neighborhood. Real nice for him. Actually, nice for the little girls, if you can believe it, as he had a vasectomy, and couldn't get them pregnant, so they got to feel a real MAN squirt cum inside their bellies, with worrying about their pants getting tight. Pops was actually a pretty nice guy, and all of us little girls loved him. He was the second guy I ever made love to, and one of the best. Your father is now slightly better, but only after-years of practice. Well, about a-year before I was born, the club was having a party, and Pops was fucking his second-to-youngest daughter, that he'd had, before he got the vasectomy, when they found the kid next door peeking at them. To keep the little 9-year old kid quiet, they invited him to join in. Well, it was pretty safe, because none of the little girls was old enough to have a baby yet, so he joined in with gusto. Before long, this little 9-year old had fucked each of my half sisters twice, and my mother once. That was the mistake. All the little girls were too young to get pregnant, but Pop's wife wasn't! Wasn't too young that is. They'd forgotten about her not being on the pill any more, since the old man had a vasectomy, and the only ones in the club, were the old man and his daughters. My mother never really wanted to join, as she got plenty of sex from Pops, and her daughters, and once the old man got a vasectomy to keep from accidentally impregnating one of the club members, she had stopped worrying. She kind of missed having babies around though. Well my father just thought she was like one of her daughters, and fucked her too. She didn't think anything of it, until her pants started getting tight about three months later. My father must have knocked her up, 'first shot up the tube'. Well, after that, they started taking precautions, but you know what they say about locking barn doors, after the horse was stolen. Anyway, both my parents liked the kid, and had been kind of sorry they weren't going to have any more babies, so they didn't really feel bad when I came along. Besides, as Pops said, I was just one more kid he could fuck, when I got old enough to want it. Momma and Pops had Daddy become my godfather. His parents never did learn that he was my REAL father as well. We never kept secrets at our house, so I always knew he was my real Daddy. I always wanted Daddy to be the first one to fuck me." Kelly paused to take another sip of coffee, then continued.

"Well, Daddy actually was the first. I was just barely seven years old, when I first begged Daddy to put his penis up inside my little pussy, just like I had seen him doing to my big sisters. I knew that they had started fucking him when they were 8 or 9, but I didn't see why I had to wait. I didn't realize, and neither did Daddy, what a difference a year would make in the internal size of a little girl. Besides, Daddy had been only nine, when he first stuck his penis up inside my sisters. In the five intervening years (well, almost five) Daddy's cock had grown a little, though my sisters had never noticed it, as they had been growing right along with him. At 14, my father's penis was almost 8-inches long, and almost two inches wide across the shaft! I know that doesn't seem very big to you, but remember, I was only 7, barely weighed 50 pounds, and Pops could barely get one finger inside my little cunny, let alone the three he told me I'd have to be able to take, before he would do it to me. Daddy wasn't so careful. He had fucked my sisters (half sisters) when they were only a year older; and since I really seemed to want it, why not?"

Kelly paused to get her breath, and sip some more coffee, before continuing. "Well, That day, Daddy almost killed me. Pops had gone out for the day, so it was only me, Daddy, and my two youngest older half sisters. They were teasing me about still being a virgin, so I asked Daddy to do it to me. With me begging him, my sisters egging us both on, and Daddy horny as hell from my sister's teasing, he actually did it. Daddy forced his big 14-year old cock, right up inside my little 7-year old hole. We had all known that he couldn't do it without lubrication, so he had borrowed some of Pop's KY jelly, and smeared it all over me, and the end of his cock. Then he put his big penis up against my tiny little hole, and pushed. It wouldn't go. We both pushed. It still wouldn't go. It was starting to hurt a little, by this time, and I was just about to tell Daddy to stop, when Lacy decided to 'help' us. My big sister grabbed a ping-pong paddle, and walloped Daddy on his bare behind. Daddy let out a yell, and I let out a screech, and suddenly there I was, with my own father's 14-year old cock buried halfway up inside my little 7-year old belly. I couldn't believe how much it hurt! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out My breath was caught in my throat, and I couldn't even speak. I think Daddy tore me inside, but I wasn't able to say stop. I wasn't able to say anything. I just lay there and hurt. Well, when I didn't complain; just lay there with my eyes bugging out; Daddy started trying to fuck me. My sister pointed out, that he didn't have all of his cock inside me yet, so Daddy pushed the rest of it in. I still don't believe it, but the lube, my blood, Daddy's pre-cum, and the fact that I was already torn open inside allowed Daddy to force the rest of his cock up inside me, with almost half of it clear up inside my womb where it started leaking pre-cum, as he tried to fuck me. About this time, I started to scream. Loud, deafening, continuous screams. It never seemed to end. Both my sisters covered their ears, and tried to make me stop. I couldn't. Daddy finally realized what was wrong, and tried to pull out, but he couldn't the tight muscles of my vagina had spasmed shut on his cock and there was no way he could withdraw, without hurting me even more. I know, he tried. My shrieks became even more intense, if possible. Both my sisters, and Daddy tried to get me to stop. I tried. Really I did. I managed to reduce my screams to just loud yells, each time Daddy moved his cock inside me, or tried to pull it out. That was the worst. Whatever lubrication there was that allowed it to go in, was gone. Daddy's cock was stuck to my insides, and it didn't want to come out. Not without tearing me some more, that is. Daddy and my sisters finally came to the conclusion, that the only way we'd get Daddy out of me, was to have him cum inside me first. They figured that'd make his cock shrink inside me first of all; and second it would help lubricate me inside, so he could slide out again. The only trouble was, I would yell each time Daddy moved at all inside me. Otherwise, we'd have to get some grown-up help. And Daddy would be in big trouble. Maybe Pops, and a lot of other people too. I didn't want Daddy to get in trouble, but I didn't want to be fucked anymore either. I didn't have much of a choice though. Between losing Daddy, and getting fucked, I decided I'd get fucked, no matter how much it hurt. The trouble was, I couldn't keep from yelling, each time daddy's penis would move inside me. Lacy got the idea of the pot-holder. She grabbed it, and was about to hold it over may mouth to stifle my screams, when Daddy objected. He didn't want to choke me, or take a chance on strangling me. He asked me if I would mind biting on it, to keep from screaming. I shook my head no; and they shoved the pot-holder so far down into my mouth, that I almost choked. I could barely breath through my nose. To this day, I hate the smell of grease on a pot-holder. My wild yells were reduced to loud grunts, as Daddy tried fucking me enough to cum inside me. Daddy finally had to close his eyes, and imagine something else, before he could get himself excited enough to climax. (He told me later, that he imagined me, lying there, taking him all the way up inside me, and loving it, instead of crying in pain.) All of a sudden I felt slicker inside, as Daddy ejaculated his thick greasy sperm inside my little 7-year old womb. Daddy's cock started sliding in and out. First the head, as the sperm loosened it up. Then a little farther down, as Daddy's cock started to shrink. All of a sudden, it was over with. Daddy's cock slithered out of me, on a river of sperm and blood. I told Daddy, that it didn't hurt so much now, and that he could do it again, if he wanted to. I lied. After saying this outrageous lie, I fainted dead away. The next time I woke up, I was in the hospital, and the police were scouring the woods, looking for the 'tramp' that the other kids said had raped me. When the cops first asked me about my alleged rapist, I didn't know what they were talking about, and said I couldn't remember anything. They were so sympathetic. Later, the other kids filled me in on their story, and I went along. I still told the cops, that I didn't know what the guy looked like, as he'd kept a bag over my head, and a potholder in my mouth, for a gag. The policeman said that they had found the pot-holder, with my teeth marks still in it, but no sign of the bag, or my assailant. I prayed silently, that they never did. It was over three-years later, when I was 7 and a half, that I finally managed to get Daddy to try it again. This time, his cock went inside me so easily, that we both were sorry he didn't do it earlier. Daddy's cock not only went up inside my vagina, with no trouble from my missing hymen, but went right on into my womb, with only a slight 'popping' sensation. My earlier trauma, must have loosened my cervix up to allow him entrance. Well, before the night was out, Daddy had left at least three big loads of sperm inside my womb, before my sisters complained that they weren't getting any. Sammy at least might have had a legitimate bitch. I thought it was a bit much from Lacy though. My older sister's belly was already swelling with her second baby by Daddy, growing inside her; while it was to be a-year before Daddy managed to get Sammy pregnant. He got me pregnant first. I think Daddy got me pregnant for the first time, for my 10th birthday, near as makes no difference. Nine months later, I had Martin. Two years later, You came along. With two babies needing a father, the judge didn't object when we petitioned for a special case, to allow me to marry your father when I was only 12, and Daddy had just turned 21. As it is, Daddy's only nine years older than I am, and that's not an unusual age-difference. As for our names, and the incest bit, nobody except the family ever knew. Everyone thought that I wan Pops' child, and nobody ever said different. Your father and I thought that was the last we'd ever hear about incest, especially since the incest club got broken up about five years ago in a big scandal. Only a few of the real members of the club ever got even indicted, and they all got off. The only person who ever went to jail, was someone who wasn't even really a club member, just someone who had heard rumors, and who tried to act on them, by raping his own 6-year old daughter, and then offering her to someone else, as his club-entry. None of the REAL members of the club had EVER forced anyone, and they were all outraged at this Bozo who spoiled their image. That's why the guy was caught, and put away so quick. The club members all worked together, to stand up for each other, and to help put this SOB behind bars. After that, the club just drifted apart, as everyone was so scared they might get caught, with all the rumors and accusations floating around. Most of the original members remained friends, and most of them still practiced incest, but in secret now. With no more meetings, the club just kind of drifted apart, and broke up. I only know for sure, where one family, out of the whole original club lives."

"Right next door, Huh?" said Kristin. Now, it was Kelly's turn to gape at her daughter. "Oh don't be silly, Mom. After your story, it was obvious. Nobody who didn't hear your story would ever guess. I wonder if they still practice incest over there?"

This time, Kelly grinned. "I don't know about the 'they' part, but I know for a fact, that their children do. Or at least, the older two. Lisa's been trying to get pregnant by her own big brother for over two years now, and they've never tried to hide it from me. They know I won't be shocked. as their parents told them about us, and the 'club' when they were younger. We always tried to keep it a secret, especially, when the club died, because we didn't want anyone nosing into our back ground too closely. Sorry Dear, we probably should have let you in on our secret a little earlier. Your big brother already knows."

Kristin had already figured that one out. "So, To get back to my original question: Can I fuck Daddy?" she asked. "And if so, when?"

"Give me until tonight," said Kelly. "Your father has been fighting the urge to ask you, if you wanted to fuck him for so long, it'll take me at least that long, to deprogram him. To know that his own daughter's little daughter wants him to make another daughter in her belly, so he'll have yet another daughter to fuck, would probably give your father sensual overload, if I don't soften him up first."

"Tonight. Okay Mom, I'll wait. But only five or six more hours!" Kristin felt that she could do that amount of time standing on her head, after waiting for months. Tonight. Kristin ran the wonderful word around in her mouth. She had never realized how wonderful the word was. Tonight.

By the time she left the room, the little girl was singing the song, only she had changed the words: "Tonight, tonight. I'm getting fucked tonight; Tomorrow, tomorrow. I'll be pregnant tomorrow!" Kelly giggled at her daughter's new version of the old song.



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