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This seemed to stop rather abruptly. Is there more?
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John
<@> wrote in message news:41ec515b$1_1@galaxy.uncensored-news.com...
>
> Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen (M Young Teen)
>
> An Erotic Story
>
> by Frank Mccoy
>
> The first time I saw my sister-in-law (except for the
> wedding) was when Mom and Dad Dropped me off for two weeks at my
> brother's house when they went on vacation. I didn't want to
> spend two fucking weeks staring at scenery in the Black Hills,
> and my big brother said he'd be glad to have me; so there I was.
> I knocked on the patio door; and came in when I heard Kim
> say, "C'mon in, the door's open."
> There was Kim, wearing a lacy red bra and panties, and
> nothing else; scrubbing the kitchen floor with a brush! "Take
> off your shoes ... and preferably your socks too," she requested;
> looking pointedly at the muddy smear I had just made on the
> spotless floor.
> I felt like a farmer clumping into a full-dress get-together
> at the White House wearing muddy coveralls with manure dripping
> from his boots. Yeah, that bad; even though the mini-skirt and
> blouse I was wearing was one I had been SO proud that Dad had let
> me wear ... over Mom's objection. Mom seems to always think of
> "propriety" and "what's right for a girl her age" and junk like
> that. Heck, one of the girls in my class has already been
> fucked, and two other girls have given their boyfriends blow-
> jobs! Though if Mom knew ... well I'd probably NEVER be allowed
> to see them again. Mom is SO up tight about such things ...
> which is really strange when you consider.
> Huh? Consider what? Well, I'm NOT exactly dumb, you know,
> and I can both add and subtract. My mother made a BIG thing last
> month about NOT making a "big thing" out of her birthday ... she
> just turned 30. And my Big Brother Michael, who got kicked out
> of the house when it was found out he knocked up his
> girlfriend ... who is only three grades ahead of me ... is going
> to be 18 next month. YOU do the addition, and see what YOU come
> up with ... Mom is SUCH a hypocrite.
> So there I was in my Big Brother's new house, staring
> fascinated at his new wife ... who didn't look that much older
> than I do ... except for the rounded tummy and swollen breasts
> that gave all too much evidence of her doing something with my
> big brother that so far I had only dreamed about.
> "Sit down, Honey ... make yourself look homely," said Kim,
> with a big grin. "I'm almost finished here." With that, she
> polished the spots off the floor where my clumsy feet had left
> almost obscene smudges on the immaculate floor, and dumped the
> drying-towel into a bag on the back of the door to be washed.
> "Here, let me get you a cup of coffee," she said; pouring me
> a cup without spilling a drop on the saucer that almost
> miraculously appeared underneath it before setting it on the
> table in front of me. At my nod, she supplied cream and
> sugar ... wiping up the stray grains before they even had a
> chance to be brushed on the floor that looked clean enough to eat
> from ... without even a plate.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> 1
>
>
> This set the tone for the entire two weeks there. I learned
> more about how to KEEP a place clean from her, than all the years
> with Mom and Dad had taught me about cleaning up your messes
> AFTER you made them, Surprisingly, it turns out that with the
> right technique (which she obviously learned from a master) it's
> almost as easy to KEEP things sparkling clean, as it is to clean
> up your messes after making them.
> Looking at my grinning sister-in-law, as she settled down
> next to me, it was easy to see why Mike had been attracted to
> her. While she wasn't the image of beauty like Kathy (my big
> sister who won the Miss Jordan contest last year) she had a
> radiance, and yes a sexuality, that made beautiful somehow look
> almost drab in comparison.
> Yes, I SAID, she was sexy, and I meant it. Kim practically
> GLOWED with life (and considering her swollen tummy, I guess that
> term is appropriate ... listen to me use all these big words).
> I guess my staring was a little too obvious. Kim followed
> my looks to her rounded tummy, and swollen bosom (barely held in
> check by the lacy red bra) and giggled. "Your big brother," she
> said, "likes his women 'B.P. & I.K.'."
> "Huh?"
> "Barefoot, Pregnant, and In the Kitchen," she giggled. "I
> think it's kinky but cute ... so why the heck not?"
> "Oh." There wasn't much else I COULD say. Kim, while only
> 14, seemed to be decades older than me in experience. If only I
> could ... I cut off the thought with a snap. Mom would KILL me,
> if she even knew I was thinking such thoughts.
> "C'mon," she said, interrupting my musing. "Let's get you
> settled into the guest room ... it's right across the hall from
> ours ... I hope you don't mind?"
> Kim seemed to sense my nod, as she picked up the extra
> baggage, and led me down the hall to the room across from the
> master bedroom. "This is going to be the nursery ... we
> think ... or maybe the one down the hall will be ... Your brother
> Michael and I plan on having a BIG family." Kim seemed to ignore
> my blushing confusion at such frank discussions. "Perhaps you
> will too," she said, "you've sure got the body for it."
> I could only blush even deeper in confusion at the comment I
> think she meant as a compliment. My God, I hadn't even had SEX
> yet (Well, not as the President counts sex anyway) and my sister-
> in-law is talking about me having lots of babies? "Uh, I guess,"
> I said, noncommittally. I followed the swaying body of my
> hostess down the hall; envying her the luxuriant brown hair that
> reached almost to the top of the sexy red panties she was
> wearing. Kim had almost the same type of hair as I do, and I
> found myself vowing to let it grow just as long, if it looked
> that good (Something my mother had been trying to persuade me to
> do for years, surprisingly enough).
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> 2
>
>
> "Oh, I'm sure you will," she replied happily, seeming sure
> that ALL women would be as happily pregnant as she so obviously
> was. "Once you've felt your own kids beating their way to life
> inside you, there's no way you'll want to stop at just one or
> two." For some reason, Kim seemed to be as certain about this as
> though she already HAD two or three kids already ... and I know
> for certain she was never married, divorced, or even had a real
> boyfriend before my brother won her over ... or was it SHE won
> HIM over?
> I was so embarrassed and confused I could only blush and
> nod.
> Kim, while not as spectacular a cook as she was a
> housekeeper, did a very credible job with meat and potatoes ...
> and thankfully wore clothing more decent to the dinner table than
> just Bra and Panties. Still, the sexy mini-dress she wore made
> the outfit I had been wearing look almost drab in comparison. Or
> maybe it was just HER in that outfit. Kim moved and looked SO
> sexy, even with her four-month-along tummy sticking out ... and
> Mike openly appreciated it in front of me ... his supposedly
> innocent little sister.
> "Do you have any boyfriends yet, Marcie?" he asked
> teasingly. "I'll bet the boys are just beating down the door to
> get in your cute little panties."
> "Mike!" I ALMOST tossed a wad of mashed-potato at my big
> brother ... 'til I remembered the care Kim had spent. "Mom would
> have FIT at even the thought," I said.
> "Fit?" My big brother giggled. "Mom would have a whole
> litter of kittens, if she thought you were fooling around ... but
> I'll bet you do anyway ... I did."
> "Michael!"
> "Don't tease your little sister, Honey." Kim sent me a
> smile that eased my embarrassment ... but only for a second as
> she continued, "but you're right ... Marcie IS a sexy little
> bundle, isn't she? I'll bet you'd like to be the one to stick
> that big 'thing' of yours right up inside your sexy little
> sister's tight little baby-hole, and pump that cute little tummy
> of hers full of your kids, now wouldn't you?"
> My brother just grinned, and didn't deny it; while I retired
> from the conversation in blushing confusion. The closest thing I
> had ever had to real sex, was when I rubbed Tommy Jeeters'
> 'thing' through his pants one night, until he left a big wet-spot
> in them, while he got one hand up under my blouse ... almost to
> my tits ... before we heard Mom coming, and she chased the poor
> kid away and then sent ME in shame to my room for getting caught
> kissing him ... I still shudder to think of what Mom might have
> done if she had known what we were REALLY up to. If not for her,
> I think I might actually have gotten my first taste of cum that
> night ... as it was, it took ... but I'm getting ahead of my
> story.
> After that, the two of them stopped kidding me ... I guess
> they figured they had pulled my leg enough. So, for the rest of
> the evening we sat around somewhat watching TV, but mostly with
> me bringing up Mike on the Family Doings, while Kim filled me in
> a little on HER background.
>
>
>
> 3
>
>
> I already knew SOME of it. That she was raised mostly on
> the farm, until her parents got killed in an auto accident about
> two years earlier, and her big brother split up the remaining
> family, with each of the boys taking two or three of the little
> kids in, and her grandfather taking her big sister. Then she met
> Mike, and the rest is history. It seems (if I believe them,
> which I do) that Michael was in her cute little panties within
> two hours of when they first met; and my brother's potent seed
> was making Kim pregnant with his baby, not three days after that.
> Kim is a VERY fast worker at getting the guy she wants, and
> once she decided on Mike, his fate was sealed. Though my sister-
> in-law caters to my big brother's fantasy of a wife, "Barefoot,
> Pregnant & In the Kitchen," there's little doubt about who really
> runs the family ... as I was to learn even more emphatically
> later.
>
> That night, I was just settling down to sleep, when I heard
> squeals and giggles coming from the room across the hall. It
> wasn't until then I noticed that not one of the interior rooms
> had a door on it ... later I noticed that even the bathroom
> lacked one.
> Curious ... they COULDN'T be doing what I THOUGHT they were
> doing ... not with me right in the next room ... could they? Of
> course, they were, as I found out when I sneaked up to peek on
> them through that open door to their bedroom.
> My eyes widened as I saw my sister-in-law slide her sexy
> lips up and down the swollen member of my brother's thick prick,
> before slithering her way up his body and kissing him; keeping
> the engorged appendage happy by stroking and tickling it, while
> she whispered obscene things in his ear. I was actually more
> shocked to see both of them unashamedly NAKED on the bed, than I
> was to see Kim sucking on my brother's penis ... the part of his
> body he peed out of. I guess that gives you SOME idea of the
> household that my mother ran.
> "... see her?" I obviously came in just in time to hear the
> middle of an ongoing conversation. Though she was being quiet
> enough, the house was even quieter (except for a rhythmic "tic-
> toc" of the hall clock through everything), so I could hear
> plainly each whispered word, almost as though I was standing next
> to them. "I'll bet you'd like to stick this big old nasty thing
> right up inside Marcie's tight little slit, and pump your sexy
> little sister's cute little tummy full of your babies, wouldn't
> you?" she said; repeating the obscene fantasy she had mentioned
> earlier.
> "Oh God, don't SAY that ... she's my SISTER."
> I almost fell down in shock and surprise. Kim was talking
> about my brother ... my brother ... my brother ... fucking ME?
> and getting me ... No, my mind wouldn't let itself go that far.
> "Why not? She's a girl, you're a guy ... what else do you
> need? See, your PRICK doesn't mind the idea ... here ... let me
> sit on it, and you pretend it's your little sister there, OK?"
> "Oh God. Marcie. I just can't do that."
> "Why not? As long as you didn't get her pregnant, she'd
> probably thank you for the opportunity to learn about sex."
>
>
>
> 4
>
>
> Listening in, I hated to admit it, but my sister-in-law was
> right. If I wasn't worried about Mom and what she'd say when her
> daughter showed up with a big tummy, I'd probably have been the
> class slut before now ... even if I WAS only 10 years old. I
> seemed to have inherited the sex-drive that Mom so wanted to
> suppress in me and my sisters, but obviously hadn't managed to in
> my big brother.
> "But she's my SISTER," Mike objected again.
> "So? What's that got to do with things?" By now, Kim was
> sliding up and down my brother's staff ... the thick rod
> appearing and disappearing inside her fur-rimmed slit, while she
> faced away from him and displayed every inch of her charms and
> the fact they were fucking towards the door I had unconsciously
> moved closer to ... as if she KNEW I was there, and WANTED me to
> see every move she made fucking my big brother. "I started
> fucking MY brothers, when I was four or five years younger than
> Marcie ... so what's the big deal? Don't you WANT to feel your
> own sexy little sister's tight little slit sucking gob after
> sticky gob of your thick white baby-juice right up inside her
> cute little tummy where it belongs?"
> "But ... but ... She's too young ... I mean, what if she
> gets pregnant? I can't do that to my own sister!" I almost
> collapsed in shock of learning that Kim, my sexy sister-in-law,
> had been fucking here own brothers since she was six years
> old ... or possibly even younger ... if Kim was to be believed;
> and I saw no reason to doubt her. I could tell my big brother
> was just as surprised as I was, from his stuttering response to
> the way his sexy wife was slaving away on his prick.
> "Why not? Mom had the boys get me pregnant for the first
> time, when I was six months younger than Marcie; and I certainly
> enjoyed it enough."
> "Ooohhhhggghh!" I could tell my big brother had just lost
> it at this; jamming himself wildly into his wife's sexy body, and
> (from what I knew from sex-education) spurting thick white gobs
> of baby-making seed in her 14-year-old vagina. Only the fact
> that she already WAS pregnant kept Mike from repeating the
> process right there. Only when he calmed down, did Mike finally
> manage to groan, "Mom would KILL me, if I knocked my little
> sister up."
> "Hmmmm ... you're probably right ... or more likely her.
> Not many mothers are like mine was, breeding me to my own
> brothers and father until I was old enough to find a man of my
> own like you. Still, you don't HAVE to get her pregnant. You
> don't even have to cum in her, you know. Marcie would probably
> just be grateful to learn what sex is really like, without having
> to worry about somebody catching her making out. Wouldn't you,
> Honey?" Here Kim looked me straight in the eyes as she said
> this.
> Caught! Not only that, but caught spying on my own brother
> having sex with his jailbait wife (That's what Mom and Dad called
> her). "Mom would KILL me, if I got pregnant," I agreed, weakly.
> "See, I TOLD you she wouldn't mind," crowed Kim. "C'mere,
> Honey ... You DO want to learn about sex, don't you?"
> "Uh ..." I wasn't really sure, and I said so.
>
>
>
> 5
>
>
> "You don't have to worry ... nobody HERE is going to tell
> that dragon of a mother of yours what happens while you're here.
> You can experiment all you want, and nobody will ever find out."
> "They will if I come home, and my pants are too tight," I
> pointed out. I may be only 10 years old, but I know as well as
> Kim does how babies are made. Well ... maybe not QUITE as well,
> considering what she had implied about her two brothers and ...
> and ... and her own father? My mind boggled at the attempt to
> surround the idea of having Dad's baby ... No, impossible. Dad
> was almost as uptight about sex as Mom was ... again strange
> considering how he must have knocked up his own cousin at the
> tender age of 12 ... or 13 at the oldest. Yes, I'm fairly sure
> (though my parents never discuss it) that they're at least
> second, and possibly even first-cousins, with my grandfathers
> probably being brothers together about 60 years ago or so. Who
> can tell, with the poor records they kept in those days?
> "Don't worry ... Mike will be careful ... WON'T you?" said
> Kim, looking pointedly at her husband and my brother. Michael
> carefully nodded; keeping his face as blank as I've ever seen it.
> "Come here ... you might as well get your first good look at
> the thing that makes babies in a girl's tummy," said Kim, sliding
> herself up and off the slowly wilting prick inside her. My horny
> sister-in-law DID seem to have a thing about babies and pricks
> making them in girls.
> Still, with an invitation like that, it was hard for me to
> resist taking a closer look at the thing I had only felt through
> a boy's pants before ... and I'll have to admit my first
> impression wasn't all that exciting or sexy. In fact ...
> "Yuck!" was the first thing I said, looking at the obscene
> thing all gooey and slimy-white, looking more like some nasty
> worm crawling out of Kim's body than anything else.
> "You don't REALLY mean that, do you Honey?" encouraged Kim;
> taking her husband's prick and slowly stroking it. "Look ... see
> how it throbs with excitement?"
> It WAS kind of exciting but ... "It's got that gooey stuff
> all over it," I objected.
> Kim smiled at my naivete (big words again) and then did
> something that almost blew my mind away. The sexy teenager bent
> over closer to my brother's penis, and PUT THE HEAD IN HER MOUTH!
> I almost fainted at the sight. Only instead of being
> grossed out like you might expect, Kim seemed to LIKE the taste
> of the white stuff dribbling down my brother's prick! I knew
> that sperm (well, OK, cum with sperm inside it) came squirting
> out of a man's penis, and up inside a woman to make a baby. I
> EVEN knew that some women sometimes let a man ejaculate his sperm
> in their mouths ... as a way to make the man feel good, without
> risking a baby in the belly. I also know that SOME women even
> liked to swallow it ... and I had even had masturbatory fantasies
> of letting Tommy "cum" in my mouth and swallowing it ... but that
> was different. Letting a man cum down your throat (as it were)
> was somehow less ... less obscene than licking it off of his
> prick after ... after squirting it inside you? Gaahhh! I
> shivered at the very thought.
>
>
>
>
> 6
>
>
> "Tasty," said Kim, pulling her head off my brother, and
> licking up a stray drop threatening to run down the side of the
> penis pulsing in her hand. "Mmmmm. you should try it."
> I couldn't help myself. All the time I was shaking my head
> in denial, my body was taking me closer to the obscene member in
> my sister-in-law's hand. I couldn't help taking a sniff, as I
> almost had my nose next to Kim's. A starchy, almost yeasty
> smell ... kind of like the fresh-baked bread Mom sometimes made
> on weekends, when she had lots of time. Kind of sour too; but
> not really nasty smelling.
> "Lick it," prompted Kim; holding my brother's prick out to
> me, where another bubble of white was starting to form at the
> tip, matching the white streaks down the side.
> Again, I couldn't help myself. Some lewd fascination just
> drove me to lap at the white bubble oozing from the tip of my own
> brother's penis ... nothing. No taste at all, though the yeasty
> smell was even stronger. Just a slight cloying sensation of
> stickiness on the tongue.
> "Take a bigger lick ... it's GOOD," prompted Kim, again.
> I did. This time, my tongue almost involuntarily licked up
> the entire bubble forming at the tip. Slightly sweet, and with a
> little tang ... but not really good like Kim suggested ... on the
> other hand, not really nasty like I had feared either.
> "Lick it ALL up, like a good girl," crooned Kim, like a
> mother cat teaching it's kittens to drink milk. "Make your big
> brother feel good!"
> "This feels good to you?" I asked in surprise.
> Mike nodded silently, then added, "Oooohh, does it ever!"
> "Mmmm," I said. Then, I suddenly opened my mouth and
> swallowed over half my brother's prick, surprising both me and
> him in the process. If I had given myself a chance to think, I
> never would have drummed up the nerve; but with Kim there
> silently goading me on, it seemed the thing to do. I couldn't
> get the whole thing in my mouth (thinking about it, neither had
> Kim) but I did manage to swallow almost half. The cloying taste
> was much stronger, and the smell seemed to incite feelings in me
> I didn't know I had.
> I ran my tongue around the suddenly stiffening member, and
> swallowed. Not bad ... not really good, but not bad either. I
> could see some girls actually getting to like the taste; though I
> was sure I wouldn't ... maybe it was an acquired taste (as they
> say). I slipped my mouth up and down on Mike's prick ... not
> really believing the obscene thing I was doing ... sucking my own
> brother's cock?! If Mom could see me now!
> "How was THAT?" I asked proudly; looking to both my big
> brother and Kim for reassurance.
> "Oooohhhhh," Groaned Mike, "Don't stop now!"
> "I'd say you were doing pretty good, for a beginner,"
> commented Kim with a grin. The brunette had one finger twiddling
> the hole between her legs, and the other hand running in circles
> around her breasts. I noticed they seemed even BIGGER now, if
> possible; and the nipples stuck out like pencils ... which made
> me notice that MY nipples were also swollen like they never had
> been before ... stiff and erect.
>
>
>
> 7
>
>
> My cunny let loose a gush of wetness; and I knew that if
> Tommy Jeeters had been there right then, I would have LET him
> stick his "thing" right up inside me, and yes even squirt in me
> too. I was that hot.
> "Don't stop," said Kim, repeating her husband. "He needs
> you to finish, OK?"
> MY eyes got wide at the very thought of what this implied.
> "I'll do it, if you can't." Kim seemed to take pity on me.
> "No ... no, I'll do it," I said; not really believing I was
> saying that. "Just give me a chance, OK?"
> Kim didn't say another word; just looking at me expectantly.
> It took me a second to steel myself; but it wasn't really
> that bad. Once I wrapped my mouth around my brother's prick, the
> rest came easily. I even found myself licking up stray drops
> around the edges each time I came up for air. Yes, I sucked my
> own brother off.
> Once I got started, and with a reminder not to use my teeth
> from Kim (which I didn't really need) I started sucking and using
> my mouth on my own big brother's prick; trying to make it feel
> like a vagina sucking out his sperm into a woman's uterus. (Yes,
> I figured that was what a man needed to feel, from what I knew
> from sex-education.) Mike DID seem to like it too.
> "Oooh, Marcie, I'm going to cum ... you'd better stop."
> I heard my big brother's warning, but also looked over at
> his wife, who gave me a shake of the head. Kim did NOT want me
> to quit, now that I had gotten started.
> "Mmmmmpph, MMmmmdd," I mumbled; trying to say, "Go ahead,"
> with my mouth full of prick.
> It took longer than I thought ... or than Mike obviously
> thought too. In fact, almost five minutes passed, and my jaw was
> starting to get tired, when I heard Mike groan again, as he
> involuntarily grabbed me by the hair; almost YANKING my face down
> on his prick, while it seemed to swell in my mouth. Then
> suddenly I was almost choking, as thick white goo spurted into
> the back of my throat while Mike forced even more of his
> squirting member into my mouth as far as it would go. In fact, I
> DID gag a little; and some of his cum got up in my sinuses and
> ran out my nose before he slowed down. I had just given my first
> blow-job ... and to my own big brother!
> "Oh God, Thanks, Marcie."
> By that time, Mike's prick had been shrinking, until
> suddenly I was able to get ALL of it in my mouth and strip the
> last sticky drops of cum from inside it. I felt like I would be
> tasting cum for the next three days ... but Kim was right ... it
> wasn't all that bad ... in fact, it tasted pretty good. I
> decided I'd give my big brother a blow-job any time he wanted
> one ... as long as Kim didn't object, or Mom find out about it,
> that is.
> Talking about Kim ....
> "NICE job," she commented. "I know I didn't do HALF that
> good on my first time ... that WAS your first time, wasn't it?"
> I nodded mutely; wiping a sticky drop of cum out of my eye,
> that had mysteriously gotten there somehow ... and then
> swallowing the cum off my finger, somewhat to my own surprise. I
> guess cum IS an acquired taste like I thought it was.
>
>
> 8
>
>
> "YOUR turn now," said Kim enigmatically (big words I know,
> for a 10-year-old ... but all of our family reads voraciously).
> "Mike ... MICHAEL! Your little sister need help now ... Don't
> you DARE go to sleep on her!"
> "Huh?" I said. I was so wound up I wasn't sure WHAT was
> happening, after giving that blow-job to my own brother. I felt
> nervous, shaky, jittery, and WANTING something; but I didn't know
> what it was, except it was NOT sleep. Kim obviously knew exactly
> what I needed, while in my inexperience I didn't.
> "Lay back on the bed," she prompted me.
> "But I ... but I don't have anything ON under this ..." I
> started, embarrassedly; forgetting for a moment just what I had
> been doing to Mike. A snicker from both parties made me blush
> even more at the reminder. Obediently, I leaned back, and didn't
> object when Kim pulled my nightshirt up almost to my neck.
> "Get busy, Big Brother," she commanded. "Your little sister
> needs you."
> For a moment, I was afraid Mike was going to fuck me right
> then; but instead he moved DOWN the bed instead of up, as I
> relaxed. The next thing I knew, the most wonderful feeling I had
> ever felt started between my legs. I couldn't believe how much
> better Mike's finger felt inside me than my own did. I looked
> down, and couldn't believe what I saw ... My big brother was
> LICKING me between the legs, where I peed out of! Oh my God!
> "Oh Mike ... Oh Mike ... You don't have to ... Oh God, that
> feels good ... Mike! ... that's where I PEE out of ... MICHAEL!"
> "You licked HIM. It's HIS turn to make YOU feel good,"
> explained Kim with a grin. Suddenly it made sense. God ... no
> WONDER Mike liked it so much when I sucked on him, if it felt
> half this good. I stopped objecting; and just lay back and let
> the feelings rush over me.
> For minutes that seemed like hours, my body wound up tighter
> and tighter, but never seemed to reach what it was trying for.
> "My turn," said Kim, when her husband seemed to be tiring.
> For a second I caught my breath; then the sensations seemed
> to get even greater. Kim was even better at this than my big
> brother was! Oh God ... I felt like a clock wound up ready to
> strike; but the time never reached midnight.
> "Marcie?"
> "Huh?" I could barely think.
> "Marcie ... how'd you like to feel Mike's 'thing' in you?"
> "Won't it hurt?" I asked. I remembered tales about what
> happened when you lost your virginity. For some reason, I
> couldn't even think of the other dangers involved.
> "No ... he won't put it that far in ... I think you need to
> feel the real thing to get off, OK?"
> "OK." If Kim had asked if she could cut off my head, I
> would have agreed ... as long as it gave me the relief I needed.
> "It's all right ... he won't cum in you." Kim soothed THAT
> worry away before it even started. At that moment though, I
> wouldn't have cared if my brother PLANNED on cumming in me and
> even knocking me up with his baby ... I NEEDED relief, and I was
> GOING to get it!
> "Do it," said Kim. Mike, "Did it."
>
>
>
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>
>
> The next thing I knew, there was the strangest STRETCHING
> sensation between my legs; and then a wonderful FULL sensation as
> my brother settled himself on top of me, while Kim helped him
> insert his penis inside the part of my body that wanted ... no,
> NEEDED something big and hard inside it. God, that felt good. I
> guess first licking me, then watching a lezzie-show with his wife
> and little sister (Yes, I know what a lesbian is ... Geez, I'm 10
> years old, you know!) had gotten Mike hard again ... just in
> time.
> As I said, God did that feel good. Then, suddenly I felt
> empty again as Mike pulled it out ... then wonderfully full
> again. This time I didn't LET my big brother pull out. Suddenly
> cramps ran through my body, and I felt my pussy clamp down on my
> brother's penis, HARD. Once, twice, then three times the cramps
> ran through my body in glorious release!
> "Oh Marcie I .... I'm gonna ... MARCIE ... I've got to ...
> Oh shit."
> I was feeling too good to pay attention, as I felt my big
> brother's prick swell once, twice, and then three times itself,
> in response to the squeezing hugs my vagina couldn't help but
> give in return; each of us feeding off the other's surges of
> sensation. As I said several times before, God, did that feel
> good.
> It was only AFTER the rutting between my legs had subsided,
> and Kim spoke up sharply, that I realized what had happened.
> "Mike ... MICHAEL! You weren't supposed to cum in her!" Like
> Mike said ... oh shit.
> "Well, I SUPPOSE that you got a pretty good lesson in sex,"
> commented Kim dryly. "Only it wasn't supposed to be THAT good a
> lesson." Yeah, right. "I'd better get you cleaned out, before
> any of those nasty little wrigglers of your brother get up inside
> you, and your mother wonders why your panties are getting tight,"
> she completed.
> I was too weak from cumming for the first time with a prick
> spurting thick white cum inside me to say anything in response.
> In fact, it took BOTH of them handling me to practically CARRY me
> into the bathroom, where Kim got out her douche-bag,
> (immaculately clean ... like the rest of the bathroom) me in the
> tub; and supervised my washing the thick white goo her husband
> had left inside me out of my vagina.
> "Some people say it just washes it up inside you like
> this ... but most think it reduces your chance of catching. What
> the heck were you thinking about anyway. Didn't you KNOW he
> would cum in you, if you didn't let him go like that?"
> Of course, I didn't ... and I hadn't been in any condition
> to care if he did when he did. Kim seemed to realize that.
> "This isn't doing any good," she finally decided, as yet
> another thick white drop oozed out of me, even AFTER washing
> twice. "I guess you'll just have to take your chances. When was
> your last period, anyway?"
> It took me about two minutes to collect my thoughts enough
> to answer. "I dunno ... about a week ago ... I think ... Yes ...
> it was last Saturday and Dad was watching TV, when the Lakers
> were on."
>
>
>
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>
>
> "Well ... not your best time to catch ... but not your worst
> either. Like I said, you'll just have to take your chances, OK?"
> "OK ... I guess. Mom will still kill me, if she finds out."
> Kim didn't answer. However, when I started back to my bed,
> she said, "Oh heck ... why don't you sleep in here with us?
> You've already GOT my husband's sperm in your tummy ... I guess
> you're now about as close to family as you can get ... The only
> way you could get any closer is if you really DID get pregnant by
> your brother."
> Like I said, I was too far gone to even think of objecting.
> Five minutes later we were all snuggled up in Kim and Mike's
> kingsize bed, in a girl-boy-girl sandwich. Five minutes after
> that, I was asleep; no longer even caring if my brother's potent
> sperm found an egg to fertilize inside me that night or not.
>
> It was early morning, when I woke up to some kind of
> argument. "Why don't you ask HER?" Kim was saying. "There's
> probably no better time than now, after what happened last night;
> so why not see what she says. I don't think she'd want to miss
> the opportunity ... I sure wouldn't."
> "UhuH?" I semi-groaned.
> "Uh ... Marcie?"
> "Yeah," I acknowledged that I was awake.
> "You remember last night ... what happened?"
> Oh shit! Suddenly I was wide awake. "Yeah," I said. "Mom
> is going to KILL me, when I start to get fat."
> "Uh ... I wouldn't worry TOO much ... most girls don't get
> pregnant on their first try; and it isn't really the best time of
> month for you to catch anyway. OK?"
> "Oh ... then what were you and Mike arguing about?"
> "Well ... I was thinking about you and how most girls your
> age think about sex and wonder what it's like, but don't dare
> find out ... unlike me ... and so I was thinking ..."
> "Yeah?" I asked suspiciously. My listening to my sister-in-
> law's suggestions was what landed me in this pickle of wondering
> if my pants were going to get tight in the first place. And
> getting pregnant was bad enough ... but by my own big brother?
> Mom would have a whole litter of kittens if she ever found out
> we'd even had sex together, let alone the two of us having full
> unprotected vaginal intercourse with my own brother putting his
> engorged penis inside my vagina and his thick white sperm pumping
> a baby into my womb. I shuddered at the prospect.
> "Uh ..." Kim was almost apologetic (as well she should be).
> "I was thinking," she said. "You already HAVE your brother's
> sperm inside you ... so if you're going to catch today, you
> probably already have ..."
> "So?" I asked.
> "So ... well, what we ... I mean what I was thinking was ...
> if you had REAL sex with him right now, it probably wouldn't
> increase your chances all that much ... so why not do it while
> you can. I mean, you can't go on the pill or anything, so why
> not TRY real sex the one chance you've got ... if you see what I
> mean," she ended weakly.
>
>
>
>
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>
>
> I did ... see what she meant. "You mean you WANT your
> husband to ... to ..." I couldn't say it.
> "To fuck you, so you can feel what it's like ... just once,
> while it's safe to do so. You don't have to, if you don't want
> to. Only I was just remembering how I felt when I was your age.
> I sure wouldn't have missed a chance to get laid ... and come to
> think of it, I never did," Kim ended, with kind of a giggle.
> "Just ONCE, you'll get to feel the real thing ... with a real MAN
> putting his prick inside you, and filling your tummy with sperm,
> while your big brother actually TRIES to get you pregnant with
> his baby. Like I say, there's probably no safer time than right
> now. By tomorrow, the risk will probably be too great ... in
> about three or four days, you'd almost certainly get knocked-up
> if he came in you while you're ovulating. At least this once
> you'd get to feel what the real thing is like ... whaddya say?"
> "You really don't mind?" I couldn't believe my sister-in-
> law wasn't jealous about me fucking her husband ... my own
> brother ... and taking my hated virginity. (Yes, hated. I
> wanted SO badly to not-be a virgin any more ... only the chances
> of getting VD or knocked-up by some jerk of a boy had kept me
> from doing anything ... up to now.) Now my oversexed sister-in-
> law didn't mind if her husband, my brother, fucked me? Minded?
> Heck, it seemed that the horny slut had set the whole thing up to
> GET me to spend the morning with my big brother pumping thick
> white gobs of baby-juice into my womb ... but I was too excited
> at the prospect to be even annoyed with her. "Let's DO it," I
> said, before she had a chance to change her mind.
> So we did it ... yes, I had my own big brother get between
> my legs, fuck me, take my virginity, and cum in thick white
> gushes of baby-making seed squirting wildly into my sucking womb,
> while I did everything a 10-year-old girl can do to get pregnant
> by her own brother.
> Only it wasn't just that simple a "slam, bam, thank you mam"
> deal. My brother did it up right, while his wife looked on and
> made sure I got the full treatment she figured all little girls
> deserve from their big brothers.
> I was already pretty hot from just thinking about what Kim
> had suggested. I mean, except for fingers in the middle of the
> night, I'd never had any real sex before yesterday. I don't
> count rubbing Tommy Jeeters off through his pants. I mean, I
> never even got to see his 'thing,' let along hold it and (yuck)
> suck on it, or (shudder) let him put it inside me. Thinking of
> actually having real vaginal intercourse (big words again) with
> my sexy big brother, while his wife actually encouraged him to
> take my virginity and ... and try to get me pregnant? Gawd!
> I shuddered at the prospect. Somehow, while the very idea
> of having my brother take the chance and squirt incestuous sperm
> right inside me was so scary I almost fainted, it was also quite
> a turn-on too! There's something extremely exciting about doing
> something really dumb and dangerous like that ... and I think Kim
> was doing it intentionally to increase the thrill for me. I
> don't think she REALLY intended Mike to get me pregnant; though
> I'm sure the thought did turn her on. Only things just got out
> of hand.
>
>
>
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>
>
> Kim didn't give me a chance to think about worries like
> pregnancy or Mom finding out what I was doing when I went to
> visit my brother and his young wife. She made sure my mind was
> occupied with other things ... like her mouth on my titties and
> Mike's fingers between my legs.
> I wasn't nearly as big in the tit department as Kim was ...
> and she's no Dolly Parton. It would be several years probably
> before I got even as big as her, as our whole family never did
> get very big on top. Thankfully, the men around here seemed to
> like nice small tits as well as other men seem to like topheavy
> blondes. (Yes, I'm a brunette, just like Kim.)
> But not being big in the bosom doesn't mean my tits don't
> feel just as much as some older woman who's got bazongas hanging
> down to her knees! I had long since learned that rubbing and
> stroking my boobs was almost as satisfactory as rubbing myself
> between my legs ... and sometimes even better as the top of my
> hole occasionally got too sensitive to touch when I got really
> excited.
> Kim and Mike didn't let me get too involved with what was
> between my legs at first. Before I fully realized what was going
> on, I had my brother suckling like a baby on my left tit, while
> his wife nursed on the other. I couldn't even lift my head far
> enough to see which of them was doing things between my legs;
> though I assume it was Mike.
> I almost doubled up in a giggling ball, when Mike paused in
> his ministrations to my tits; and dragged his slickery tongue
> down my chest where he licked me in the bellybutton. God, that
> felt so ... so erotic, so funny, and so ... so intimate all at
> the same time. In a way, it was more intimate than kissing or
> even what we had done the night before.
> Just as I started to get used to Mike's tongue tickling my
> navel, Kim released her hold on my right tit, and moved HER mouth
> up to meet mine.
> "Oh! Kim, this isn't right ... I mean I ... I ...
> MMmpphth!" Kim's mouth covered mine before I managed to finish
> blurting out that it just wasn't right for two girls to kiss each
> other! I mean, it was bad enough for her to let her own husband,
> (MY BROTHER) do nasty things to his little sister (ME). It was
> even nastier, and somewhat obscene for her to join him in sucking
> my boobs. But this was ... oh God, this was NASTY. I mean,
> girls just DON'T make love to girls, do they?!?!
> With Kim, it seems they do. After a minute or so with her
> stroking me on one side and Mike tickling my navel with his
> tongue and stroking my legs, it somehow felt RIGHT to have his
> wife's mouth covering mine. I was starting to really get into
> it, when things got REALLY nasty ... I mean so nasty you wouldn't
> believe it! Kim stuck her tongue in my mouth!
> The shock of feeling my sister-in-law's tongue slide between
> my lips and yes, even her tongue touching mine made me sit up and
> almost throw both of them off me. "What the fuck do you think
> you are DOING?" I almost exploded.
> "Kissing you," chuckled Mike, "what else?"
> "KISSING!" I exclaimed. "But you ... she I mean ... I mean
> she stuck her tongue in my mouth, and she's a GIRL!"
> "Uhuh," agreed Mike. "Pretty good, isn't she?"
>
>
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>
>
> I was so shocked at my brother's calm acceptance of his wife
> kissing me like another lover ... and in SUCH an obscene manner,
> that I didn't object when they laid me back down on the bed and
> resumed where they left off ... almost as if there hadn't been
> any interruption at all.
> Deciding that after all THEY were the experts about sex, not
> me, I relaxed; and this time when Kim's tongue slipped between my
> lips I didn't resist. Gawd, they were right. There's something
> incredibly erotic about kissing somebody else with your mouth
> open like that. And when his (her) tongue slips inside your
> mouth and licks you inside ... I almost started having an orgasm
> right then ... and believe it or not, even with all of my
> masturbation before, I never really had one until the previous
> night. My body started to shake and quiver. My mind seemed to
> go blank, except for the tongue in my mouth, the tickling in my
> belly, and the sensation that spread down to where Mike's hand
> was stroking all around my crack until I was hunching desperately
> to make him press harder into me with his hand. I was close ....
> OH so close to ... to ... oh God!
> "I think this little girl is ready," commented Mike, causing
> Kim to stop.
> "I think you're right," she agreed with a giggle. "If
> Marcie gets any readier, we'll have to clean the sheets off."
> "Uh ... don't stop," I groaned. "It was just getting to be
> good!"
> "Oh, we're not stopping ... In fact we're just getting
> started ... aren't we, Big Brother?" With this reminder of my
> relationship to her husband, Kim scooted back down to where she
> could reach my tits with her mouth again. Before bringing
> another groan of pleasure from me, she said, "Stick something
> hard in your little sister now, so she can FEEL it."
> Oh God ... Kim didn't mean ... I braced myself; having heard
> from other girls about the pain of losing your virginity.
> Only Kim didn't mean that ... yet. Or at least Mike didn't
> take it to mean what I was scared of. But I DID feel something
> thick and hard slide right up inside my crack until I yelped in
> slight pain.
> "Hey, easy!" consoled Kim, looking annoyed at her husband.
> "You're supposed to break her cherry with your PRICK, you prick,
> not your stupid finger!"
> "Oh God ... she's so tight inside."
> I didn't know it then, but my big brother Michael was about
> to squirt thick sticky cum all over my belly ... just from the
> erotic sensation of feeling his own little sister's cunny
> squeezing on his fingers! I never realized that men were on that
> much of a hair-trigger. Kim however, did. "Do it," she said.
> I was just starting to LIKE my big brother's finger sliding
> in and out of my hot little hole, when he pulled out.
> "Oooohhh," I groaned. "Please." I don't know exactly what
> I was pleading for; but I didn't want things to stop NOW!
> "Spread your legs, Honey."
>
>
>
>
>
>
> 14
>
>
> Kim's quiet words almost shocked me back into sanity. If
> there's anything about sex that EVERY woman knows, it's what it
> means to "spread your legs" for a man. Still, even knowing the
> dangers involved, the chance that Mom might find out, the almost
> certainty that Mike would cum inside me, even the slight chance
> of pregnancy wasn't enough to stop me from spreading my legs
> almost involuntarily until I was doing the splits for my big
> brother; holding both legs at more than right-angles to my body.
> (Yes, I can not only do the splits; but I can actually lift each
> foot a good three inches off the floor, with my crotch touching
> it ... I like to show off sometimes.) I watched as Mike
> approached me with precum drooling prick.
> "Last chance, Honey," came a quiet voice off to my left. I
> looked and Kim was standing beside me with a tiny rubber circlet
> that somehow I knew exactly what it was without ever seeing one
> before.
> I looked at Kim, then back at my big brother, then back at
> Kim again. Still, I couldn't bring myself to say a word as Mike
> watched me closely for any sign to stop while he inched slowly
> closer to me. I knew I should say something ... ANYTHING to stop
> him ... but I couldn't. The offer of the condom was clear ...
> but somehow my throat was so choked-up I couldn't get a word out.
> "Oh!" I gasped, when I got the first tickle as my most
> private part was touched by something warm, soft, and yes wet
> with slippery stuff. I felt my eyes open wide, and I was staring
> at the ceiling now, instead at either of the other two parties in
> the room. In particular, I was NOT looking at either of them in
> the face.
> "Ooooh." I'm not sure if that exclamation was made by me,
> Kim, or my brother ... or maybe all three of us. It was caused
> however by something I did know ... the sensation of my own
> brother's fat prick spreading the lips of my cunny apart in a
> manner his finger just wasn't able to. Oh God, I was almost
> being fucked. If I didn't speak up quickly, I was going to be
> fucked without any protection at all!
> "Oh Mike I ...." I was ABOUT to say I couldn't go through
> with it without the condom, when all of a sudden I WAS doing it.
> Two solid inches of fat brotherly prick slid inside me;
> stretching my virginity almost to the breaking point. My
> objection changed to a squeak of pain. "I .... I .... Ieeek!"
> "Easy, Sis," he comforted me. "It only hurts the first
> time."
> "But Mike I ... mmmpphghpphhthh!" My objection was
> smothered as he kissed me; effectively stopping me from telling
> him that what I was objecting to was fucking without the rubber.
> Ten seconds later it was probably way too late, as with a sudden
> shove and a yelp into his covering mouth from me, my virginity
> was gone, and my own brother's thick fat prick was buried halfway
> in my body ... leaking precum and probably sperm inside me
> already. I decided it was too late to object. Besides ... it
> might be fun to take the chance just this once. Scary ... REAL
> scary ... but exciting too; somewhat like riding a roller
> coaster.
>
>
>
>
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>
>
> I knew the chances of getting pregnant at that moment were
> really pretty slim (unlike what it would be in a few days from
> then) but the chance was always there. Even if I had been in the
> middle of having a period, there would STILL be a chance ... even
> if that chance was pretty slim. But somehow, even that tiny
> possibility just made the act all that much sexier, thrilling,
> and yes even more fun. Don't ask me to explain it more than
> that.
> I was jerked back to reality when Mike groaned, "Oh Jesus,
> I'm gonna ... ooOOoooh."
> "Don't you DARE, Michael Finster!"
> Kim's admonishment managed to stop Mike, even as I felt a
> bulge start to ripple through the fat sausage inside me ... such
> a scary, sexy, and thoroughly erotic thought that he might be
> ejaculating inside me even then.
> "Now you FUCK your little sister properly first. Marcie
> needs to know what sex really is, not just a fast fuck where you
> get off inside her; so do it right, you hear me?"
> Somehow Kim's words (and I guess more importantly her tone)
> managed to stop Mike from exploding inside me; and he settled
> more firmly between my legs.
> "Ooooh, that feels good," I couldn't help saying, in spite
> of the twinges of my lost virginity. Later I would wonder what
> all the fuss about losing your cherry was about ... I had barely
> noticed the loss of mine; and here I was actually fucking my own
> brother, with his prick buried to the hilt in the hole I
> previously had only used to pee out of. It DID feel good. No
> wonder people liked to fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. What a
> wonderful word. As I thought this, I pushed back at my brother
> with each powerful shove he made into me. Gawd, I could get to
> like doing this.
> "Put your legs around me, Marcie."
> "Huh?" I looked up at the sweaty face almost in my own.
> "Wrap your legs around your brother, and pull him into you."
> "Oh." Somehow, when Kim said it, it made more sense.
> Dropping my legs down, I almost instinctively found the right way
> to wrap them about my big brother until we were almost one person
> working to slide that lovely thick cylinder in and out. I was
> getting close ... SO close. For a second or two, Mike kissed me
> almost as deeply as Kim had ... and the obscene sensation of his
> tongue licking mine and the taste of HIS mouth almost sent me
> over ... almost ... almost ... ALMOST!
> "Oh shit!"
> "What?" Damn! My brother had stopped moving; and was
> suddenly holding himself hard up inside me while he shuddered and
> gasped. Then he almost collapsed on me, groaning. "I'm sorry
> Marcie," he almost cried, "I couldn't help it."
> Huh? Couldn't help WHAT? Then it dawned on me ... it was
> over ... my big brother had cum inside me, and I hadn't made it
> yet ... Damn, and I was SO close.
> "No you don't, you big shit!" said a disgusted voice beside
> me. "Marcie almost made it ... don't you DARE leave your little
> sister hanging, or I'll leave YOU hanging for the next WEEK you
> bastard!"
>
>
>
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>
>
> Well, Mike tried; I'll give him credit. He actually started
> stroking in and out again. But it didn't work. Now that I was
> so much slicker inside, my brother just couldn't get the
> sensations needed to remain hard ... and his wilting prick just
> wasn't the same to me either. As they say in the old joke, "A
> hard man is good to find." In spite of striving mightily, within
> 30 seconds Mike slid out of me, and was too soft to get back
> in ... though he really did try.
> "Michael!" warned Kim again, this time with steel in her
> voice.
> "Yes, Dear ... I know," replied Mike; seeming to steel
> himself for something.
> The next thing I knew I was sighing with disappointment as
> my big brother slid off me and I relaxed in a frustrated heap on
> the bed. Not five seconds later I was amazed at the most obscene
> thing I ever heard of, let alone saw or felt. Between my legs
> was a sticky, smeary mess, where I guess my big brother had left
> enough little wriggling tadpoles to knock up the whole class of
> girls at school ... and my brother was lowering his head between
> my legs to lap it up!
> "Mike, MIKE I .... I ... Oh Mike." I couldn't stop him.
> Before I knew it, Mike's tongue had taken the place of his
> prick ... for the better! And to top things off, his sexy wife
> was back nursing on my titties again.
> This time, things didn't stop until I was jerking and
> thrashing and involuntarily yanking on Kim's hair until I bet she
> thought I was going to pull it out! In the background I could
> vaguely hear somebody's keening wail of a scream reach a
> crescendo ... it wasn't until afterwards I realized that shriek
> came from me.
> Only when I finally had to weakly push my big brother's face
> out of my crotch because I was way too sensitive down there, did
> either one of the two quit on me.
> "Well," giggled Kim, "I guess you can say you've officially
> been fucked."
> I looked down at the smeary mess between my legs; and
> thought of the sperm probably wriggling its way into my womb at
> that moment and had to agree. "I guess I am," I sighed. I hoped
> I wasn't pregnant; but somehow wasn't about to worry about it. I
> was too relaxed and yes happy from having my first (or was it my
> second) orgasm ... and losing my virginity to my own horny big
> brother.
> Somehow I drifted off to sleep.
> It wasn't until several hours later that I woke up to a
> satisfied ache in my groin and an uncomfortable ickyness where I
> was sleeping on a damp spot, while wonderful smells announced
> that breakfast was almost ready in the other room.
> Kim came bustling in the room right about then, and almost
> stripped the bedding from under me; while hurrying me into the
> shower to get ready.
> All through breakfast I watched my hostess carefully to see
> if she showed the slightest bit of jealousy or anger at me
> preempting her husband earlier and using him up like that, so she
> didn't get the sex she was so obviously used to. But she didn't.
>
>
>
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>
>
> Watching that closely, I noticed the difference between
> Kim's methods and my mother's. When my sister-in-law poured
> coffee, she not only poured it without spilling a drop; but
> carefully wiped up even the water spots. A grain of sugar didn't
> land on the tablecloth without being wiped up immediately,
> instead of waiting until after breakfast to wipe the whole table.
> The pans weren't tossed into the sink for after-breakfast cleanup
> either; being rinsed and placed carefully into the dishwasher as
> each finished its intended use. All of this wasn't overt or
> obnoxious; just careful planning and smooth acting. If you
> didn't watch closely what was going on, you hardly noticed that
> the moment breakfast was finished, the kitchen was almost as
> clean as before breakfast started ... almost.
> "I'll be out in a minute, Mike ... 'you want to help here,
> Marcie?"
> I never knew until later how much Kim was offering by
> letting me help make her kitchen spotless again; but I found
> myself polishing the stove and counter, while Kim somehow
> directed me at the same time she cleaned up each tiny spill on
> the floor ... by hand! Then we ended up backing out of the
> kitchen while she wiped up the last footprint, and took my rag
> and hers down to the basement ... where I soon heard the rumble
> of the washing machine join that of the upstairs dishwasher.
> Then back into the bedroom to make up the bed with FRESH linen,
> and from there into the bathroom to clean up the mess I hadn't
> even realized I made in there when showering.
> If this sounds like we slaved for hours cleaning, while Mike
> vegged out on the sofa, you've got it all wrong. Mike was doing
> other work, and stuff in the living room, and it barely took half
> an hour total to clean the kitchen, make the bed, and wipe up in
> the bathroom. It seems that KEEPING a place clean was far less
> effort than I would have believed. Mom and Dad always taught us
> kids to clean up our messes AFTER we made them ... not like Kim
> who cleaned up as she went along.
> When we came back into the living-room, we all sat down to
> talk ... only talking with my big brother and his sexy wife was
> hard to do; as they made kind of a permanent distraction. You
> see, instead of taking separate chairs, Kim settled right down on
> top of my big brother in the easy chair ... and yes, they fucked
> right there in front of me!!!!
> Actually, it wasn't really fucking like Kim had done the
> night before, or I had done that morning. It was just that under
> her miniskirt, Kim wasn't wearing ANYTHING, and Mike was still
> just wearing a robe. So, when she sat down on him, he pointed
> his prick up at her, and she slid down on him like it was the
> most natural thing in the world. From then on, the two of them
> sat there, while we all talked about what I was going to do for
> the two weeks Mom and Dad were gone, what I thought of the
> neighborhood, how things were going at home. But (at first at
> least) not a word was said about the sex I had gotten from her
> husband and my brother.
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> We must have spent over an hour just talking and visiting;
> with Kim getting off her brother twice ... once to make coffee
> again and offer us all some, and once to get a picture of HER
> family to show me. Each time she settled back onto that spike of
> my brother's, as if it belonged inside her tight little hole ...
> which I guess it did.
> "Hold on a second," said Kim suddenly, as I was explaining
> what I expected to do that fall in school. I watched as her face
> squinched up; and her breath came in pants, while her belly
> started making gyrations that were almost obscene ... and far
> more erotic than any belly-dancer I'd seen on television.
> "Oooohhh," groaned Mike; as Kim lifted her short little
> skirt until I could plainly see where the two lovers were joined.
> Shortly a white bubble appeared running down his prick; and
> he suddenly collapsed.
> "Do it, do it," groaned Kim, "pump that baby-juice in me."
> "Oh God, you hot little slut," groaned Mike in return.
> "You're so fucking naughty ... fucking me right in front of my
> innocent little sister. Oh God, you're such a slut."
> "Ummm," shuddered Kim; obviously enjoying the thick squirts
> of my brother's sperm in her tummy just as much as Mike was.
> "Not so innocent. Your horny little sister probably had as much
> of your baby juice in her cute little tummy as I do ... and she
> seems to like it there just as much too."
> "Huh?" This from me. While I HAD enjoyed fucking Mike, I
> sure wasn't too enamored about carrying his sperm inside me. I
> just hadn't managed to stop him in time.
> Kim looked at me and giggled ... as if she could see right
> through me. "Well, you didn't get up and drain it out this
> morning," she pointed out. "You just lay there and went to sleep
> with his cum inside you, so you could let it soak in. In fact,
> you STILL haven't cleaned up between your legs properly ... I'm
> going to have to clean that chair when you get up."
> Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I hadn't even thought about
> that. But my horny sister-in-law was SO right. Oh double-shit.
> So I went into the bathroom, and cleaned up, took a shower,
> cleaned the shower, wiped the floor up, and returned to the
> living-room to clean up the mess on the couch.
> Only (of course) Kim had beaten me to it; and except for a
> faintly pleasant smell and a damp spot, the couch was spotless
> again. "Uh ... what about YOU?" I asked. "Don't YOU want to use
> the bathroom to clean up?"
> Kim giggled and lifted her short little skirt. There,
> poking out between the cleft of her slit was a white string. My
> slutty sister-in-law was using a tampon to keep Mike's sperm
> inside her. Oh God. I got hot just thinking about it.
> Well, except for the fact that neither of us girls wore
> panties, shoes, OR socks that whole day, the rest of the day
> passed fairly normally. If you count TWO horny sluts barefoot,
> pregnant, and in the kitchen as normal. (Well, I wasn't pregnant
> YET, like Kimmy was; but that wasn't from lack of trying.)
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> That evening, when the news was on TV, my brother and his
> wife repeated the actions of the morning with him inside her
> while they watched the boob-tube. Only when she had another
> thick white helping of my brother's potent seed in her hot little
> hole, did Kim make dinner ... with a fresh tampon holding his
> sperm inside her. No wonder the horny slut got pregnant so fast.
> That night, I was just settling down into MY bed ...
> pointedly ignoring Kim's open invitation to join her and Mike,
> when my big brother came into the room and slid in bed with me.
> "Mike, what are you DOING?" I whispered, as if afraid his
> wife would find out he was slipping in bed with me.
> "Fucking you, what do you think?" he replied laconically.
> I was too surprised to resist. The next thing I knew, my
> legs were spread, and my handsome big brother's thick prick was
> sinking into my body, while I almost automatically wrapped my
> legs around him and worked to get it farther up inside me.
> "Mike," I barely managed to object, "you aren't going to cum
> in me again, are you?" Oh God, did it feel good to have him
> sliding in and out of me like that..
> "Just a little," he reassured me.
> Just a little?!?! Oh God, even one tiny squirt was enough
> to get me pregnant ... and I was one whole day closer to
> ovulating; with each day passing increasing my chances of
> "catching" tremendously. I opened my mouth to object; but it was
> already too late.
> "Oh God Marcie, here it comes," he groaned; while
> simultaneously thrusting HARD up inside me. God did that feel
> good. I didn't cum myself; but I DID enjoy it very much.
> Then, with a kiss, a hug, and a, "Thanks, Marcie" Mike
> pulled out and left me with a creamy snatch full of my own
> brother's thick white seed.
> Ten minutes later I woke with a start ... sweating
> profusely! I had ALMOST pulled the same stupid stunt as I had in
> the morning, and gone to sleep with my brother's sperm soaking
> into my womb. I wondered for a moment just HOW daft I had
> gotten; and if I was as unconsciously TRYING to get pregnant as
> it seems my horny sister-in-law was.
> I padded into the bathroom and cleaned up; trying to ignore
> the panting and, "Oh Yes!" squeaks of pleasure coming from the
> other bedroom, combined with the unmistakable rhythmic creaking
> of bedsprings that even preschoolers know the meaning of.
> By the time I had drained what I could of my brother's cum
> out of me and patted myself dry with a tissue, the bedroom was
> quiet. I carefully wiped the sink down with a fresh tissue and
> tossed it into the toilet before going to bed myself. I never
> would have believed a man could "do it" that often, if I hadn't
> heard it with my own ears and seen it with my own eyes and felt
> it squirting inside me with my own snatch (to paraphrase Chicken
> Little).
> The next morning, I didn't hear squeaks coming from the
> bedroom next door, or even breakfast making; so I decided I would
> just get up myself. I had just started to take a shower; washing
> the fishy smell from between my legs, when I became aware of two
> other bodies in the room.
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> It was then I really became aware of the hazards of not
> having a bathroom door, as my big brother slipped into the shower
> with me; pulling the glass door shut behind him. Through the
> rippled glass, I could make out the naked form of my sister-in-
> law taking a piss.
> "Mike, what are you DOING in here?" I said; somehow knowing
> exactly what he planned on doing anyway.
> "Washing your back," he said; grabbing the soap and doing
> just that. There's something about having your back rubbed in a
> shower with everything all slippery that makes it feel SO much
> better. I relaxed and let my brother massage me into oblivion,
> with his thumbs rubbing my shoulders and neck, until I was almost
> cooing in ecstasy.
> "Bend over," he said; working his hands lower down my back.
> Obediently I did; moving closer to the shower-head to keep
> my hair from getting too wet. Mike moved closer in behind me.
> "Mike, what are you DOING?" I objected; as I felt the
> by-now-familiar pressure of his prick poking against my crack.
> "Shhhh," he soothed me; while at the same sliding his
> slippery prick to the root in my belly. "This will only take a
> second."
> It actually took probably about three minutes before my big
> brother stiffened behind me, and blew what felt like gallons of
> creamy goo in my squeezing slot. "Thanks, Sis," he said; sliding
> out of me, and barely pausing before climbing out of the shower.
> I could hardly believe it had happened.
> "Did you cum in her?" asked Kim, while getting off the can.
> So little time had passed she hadn't finished yet.
> "Uhuh," replied Mike.
> "You know, if you keep this up, you're going to get that
>
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