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Weird (Mff, inc, mc pre-teen, preg)
by mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy)
Date: Sep 1997 

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     MY mother is weird!  How weird?  Really weird.  Try this on 
for size: I was 12 years old, the first time she had my 
grandfather get me pregnant.  If that isn't kooky, what is?
     At the time, there were just the five us in the house:  Me, 
my 6-year-old little sister Jenny, our 25-year-old mother, 
Darlene, 55-year old father Jack, and 45 year old grandfather 
Mike.  Yes, that's right, Mother married a man who was 10 years 
older than her own father, when she was only 12 herself.  Nobody 
has ever discussed the particulars with me or my little sister, 
but I figure my Dad knocked-up Mother when she was about 12 or 
so, and instead of having him arrested and hauled off to jail for 
statutory-rape, Grandma and Grandpa let him marry the girl.  Back 
in those days this was pretty common when a teenager got 
pregnant.  As I say, I'm not sure, since nobody ever seems to 
talk about it; changing the subject the few times either Jenny or 
I brought it up.  Mother always said she would tell us about it 
"sometime", but she never did.  Whatever happened, I know it 
wasn't rape, as the pictures of my mother's wedding show her so 
beaming happy that there's no possible way it could be a shotgun 
wedding.  Her tummy hadn't even begun to show yet, though I 
figure she must have been at least three months pregnant with me 
just from counting the dates.  As for Dad?  Well, he STILL had 
that loving, almost unbelieving-that-he-could-be-so-lucky look on 
his face, each time I caught him watching Mother when she didn't 
know it, that he had on his face in the wedding photos.  Even 
years later, with all the funny things that happened with Mother, 
me, my little sister, him, and Grandpa, Dad still looked at 
Mother that way, whenever she didn't know he was.  Or at least I 
think she didn't.  No, even now after all these years, it's 
obvious that neither one of my parents had to be forced into 
marrying the other.  Grandpa and Grandma were almost as close.  I 
never met my father's parents, so I can't say about them.  Maybe 
this has something to do with what happened that day or maybe 
not.  I've often wondered myself.
     Anyway, it was a little over two months after Grandma died, 
and Grandpa was just starting to look barely human after the 
funeral.  He had been staying at our house; sleeping on the couch 
for over a month; as he just couldn't bear to be alone in the 
house he had shared with Grandma for so many years.  There's one 
more piece of background that might or might not have a bearing 
on what happened next:  My mother had just gotten a brand-new 
bedroom-set for the room my sister and I shared across the hall 
from our parents.  The house we lived in at that time was almost 
tiny . . . two bedrooms, (Jenny and I slept in the bigger 
one . . . bigger but not by much) a small living-room, tinier 
kitchen, and bathroom just barely big enough to hold a small 
tub/shower combination.  It was cramped, but in its own way, 
comfortable.  My parents had a "hide-a-bed" in the living-room; 
usually used as a sofa; that Grandpa had been using almost daily 
since the funeral.  I guess having family around him made it 
easier to adjust to living without Grandma.  For certain he was 
never "alone" again.


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     Oh yeah . . . one last thing about our house . . . there 
were no interior doors . . . not one . . . not even on the 
bathroom.  Not only were there no doors, but there wasn't even 
any frames to hang them on; just plaster walls, and rounded tops 
that would have been impossible to attach a door to without major 
house remodeling.  I remember visiting some friends' house, and 
being surprised that they not only had doors INSIDE the house, 
but could actually lock each other out of their rooms.  Even the 
bathroom had a lock!  That was the biggest shock of all.  
Especially remembering how frantic it got some mornings when one 
of us had to pee, another had to shave, and a third was taking a 
bath.  Huh?  Of COURSE we were naked.  YOU don't take a bath with 
your clothes on do you?  Huh?  That's not what you mean?  You 
mean some people actually have a hang-up about being naked in 
front of other family members?  That's perverted!  Ooops.  Sorry, 
I forgot again . . you ARE a pervert; or you wouldn't be reading 
this story.
     Clothes are for wearing around other people, not family.  I 
no more think anything of seeing my little sister naked than I do 
about seeing Daddy wearing nothing but a hard-on.  Why should I?  
They aren't embarrassed about seeing ME naked.  Sex?  Oh that's 
funny!  Sex doesn't have a thing to do with nudity.
     If you think so, then you really ARE a pervert.  We never 
did; and I still don't.
     Anyway, back to MY bedroom . . . OK, our bedroom . . . the 
one that I had been sharing with my little sister.  Up to then, 
Jenny and I had been sharing the big double-bed that had seemed 
to come with the place, until Mother talked Dad into getting us a 
whole new bedroom set.  To give us more room, Mother bought us a 
set of bunk-beds that matched the new furniture.  It didn't save 
as much room as you might think, as it wasn't twin-bunks, but one 
of those twin-upper/full-lower kind you sometimes see, where the 
bottom is a full-sized bed, while the upper bunk is twin-sized.  
Still, since it fit against the wall, instead of in the middle of 
the room, there was enough room for a third dresser, so Grandpa 
had room to store the few clothes he needed, since by now he was 
already living in our house.  It wouldn't be until almost two 
years later that Grandpa sold his old house, but effectively he 
had moved in with us right after the funeral.
     Now I'm sure all you sex-fiends out there can see where this 
is heading, and you're right.  However, even with Mother's 
preparations, I didn't have a clue.  I mean, I was just barely 12 
years old; as Grandma dying had spoiled my planned birthday party 
scheduled for the week after.
     Oh, I wasn't a complete innocent about sex; as Mother had 
explained all about sex, a man's penis, how it went into a woman 
and squirted sperm inside her, how that sperm got to her egg and 
made a baby, and all that stuff, almost two years earlier.  
Mother had given both me and Jenny the big lesson, making me 
repeat and explain things back to her, until she was sure I 
understood everything.






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     This (as I said) all took place almost two years earlier, 
when I started having cramps and my panties got bloody.  Whether 
Jenny understood or not, I'm not sure; but Mother had my little 
sister listen in while she made sure that I did.  Mother 
explained about masturbation, and even made some comments about 
oral, anal, and other sexual "perversions" that I can't remember.  
When I acted disgusted, Mother told me that it was normal to like 
to do "nasty" things like that, and that I would understand 
better, when my body developed enough to make me want to do some 
of those things myself.  Of course, at that time, being only 10, 
I didn't really understand, as Mother well knew.  I THOUGHT I 
did, as I knew it felt good to touch myself between the legs, 
where mother said girls "played with themselves" in something 
called "masturbation", but I didn't see what the big deal was.  
So it felt good . . . so what?  It wasn't until a little over a 
year later that I found myself playing with my crack one morning 
when I woke up; rubbing my cunny until I got some kind of relief.  
I didn't really cum yet, but I HAD discovered the joys of 
masturbation.  After that, my mother's tales didn't seem so 
fantastic any more.  In fact, by the time I was 12, and this 
story really starts, I had been having some erotic dreams that 
you wouldn't believe.  Oh?  You would?  Oh . . . that's right.  
You're a pervert, or you wouldn't be reading this.  Sorry, I 
forgot.
     My little sister had seen me "playing with myself" several 
times by then, and had even played with her tiny little crack 
once or twice, but I guess she wasn't old enough to get the fun 
out of it that I did.
     So now you know the background.
     Anyway, that night, about two days after the new furniture 
had arrived, Mother came into my room with Grandpa in tow, 
cleared her throat, and told me that "Grandpa is going to teach 
you about sex so you'll know what it feels like," just as if she 
was having him show me how to change a light bulb.  (Yeah, 
Grandpa taught me that . . . to turn off or unplug the lamp, and 
how to remove broken bulbs and things like that, along with many 
other household repairs.)
     Of course, I didn't really believe she meant my grandfather 
was supposed to fuck me.  I thought at first she was just going 
to have him give me a little extra instruction about the things 
men did with women.  Only she did, and he did.
     Uhuh, Grandpa climbed into bed with me, got between my legs 
(at my mother's instruction for me to spread them) and stuck his 
prick right up inside me.  Uhuh.  Just like that.  One minute I 
was a 12-year-old virgin, and the next I had almost an inch and a 
half of my own grandfather's prick leaking cum into my belly, 
while my little sister leaned over from her bunk on top, and 
watched the erotic thing going on down below.
     After that first instruction to let Grandpa fuck me, Mother 
never said a word again about me having sex; ignoring the fact 
that her father was sleeping with her little girl and fucking her 
two or even three times a day while my little sister watched.  
Jenny couldn't help watching.




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     Even that first night, Jenny had just settled into bed 
herself, and could no more ignore the sexual goings-on in the 
lower bed than I could.  Jenny leaned her head over the bunk, and 
had a perfect view of her grandfather's thick prick slowly 
inching it's way into her big sister's body.  Talk about a sex-
education for ME . . . My little sister got quite an education 
herself; even though she didn't get fucked herself for several 
years.
     And me?  I was too involved with the sheer surprise that 
Mother would even LET me have sex with her father, that I barely 
noticed when Grandpa's prick slid through my hymen without much 
more than a slight "Ow" from me.  Of course, this was barely 
noticeable in the almost constant "Oooh"s, groans, squeaks and 
moans from both my grandfather and me.  Grandpa must have missed 
Grandma REALLY bad; because his prick was leaking so much pre-cum 
it was so slippery it slid right up inside me, without him 
bothering to get me excited, or even playing with himself to get 
ready.
     All the time Mother watched, I guess to make sure I didn't 
get hurt or raise too serious an objection about getting fucked 
by my own grandfather.  As I said though, she never said 
anything, even when Grandpa started shuddering and warned me, 
"Oooh, I'm gonna' cum!  Squeeze back Sherry, Grandpa's going to 
show you how to make a baby in that cute little tummy of yours."  
I guess THAT was the "lesson" where "Grandpa was to teach me what 
it feels like to have sex," that Mother was talking about.  Yeah, 
right.  Learning what it "feels like" to have your own 
grandfather knock you up.  Now that IS perverted.  Only I didn't 
realize just how perverted myself, until years later.  At the 
time, being only 12, it seemed normal to me.  I mean, if my own 
mother didn't see anything wrong with me fucking my grandfather 
and even getting pregnant by him, then who was I to object?  
Besides, it felt good.
     It was just starting to feel GREAT, when Grandpa "did it".  
Yeah, he came inside me, just like he said he would; squirting 
great gobs of thick white incestuous baby-making cum in my tummy; 
while jamming his prick up as far inside me as he could.  My 
grandfather was doing his best to let me "feel what it's like to 
make a baby," by filling my virginal womb with jet after thick 
white jet of his potent seed.  Of course, I didn't really feel 
him squirting inside me; I just knew it was happening from my 
mother's previous descriptions, and the fact that my no-longer-
virginal cunny dripped sticky cum for almost the entire night.
     All the time I was getting bred by Grandpa like this, MY 
mother and little sister were watching the whole thing.  Jenny 
probably had the best viewpoint from looking down where she could 
see each obscene slide of our grandfather's thick prick into my 
barely-pubescent crack (I only had a light downy fuzz decorating 
the top of my almost bare little slit, at that time).








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     On the other hand, standing not two feet away, my mother 
probably had almost as good a view of her father breeding her 
daughter like some obscene sex-manual illustration.  Still, she 
never said a word about what we were doing, or how dangerous it 
might be for a nubile young pre-teen like me to take her own 
grandfather's sperm in her womb like that.  Mother just watched 
until Grandpa finished shuddering on top of me, and she knew the 
old man had filled my tummy with every drop of incestuous cum he 
had in him.  Then, without saying a word, my mother left us; with 
grandpa still shuddering in release on top of me, and me with my 
own grandfather's seed oozing into my fertile young belly.
     After Momma left, we rolled over, turned out the lights, and 
went to sleep.  Somehow, while it was never said, everybody in 
the house knew that from then on my grandfather would be sleeping 
with me in the double-bed underneath my sister's bunk.  Him 
moving his clothes into the spare dresser in our room finally 
made sense.  As I said, that's the first time my mother had 
Grandpa get me pregnant, but definitely not the last.
     Yep, my grandfather had me knocked-up higher than a kite, 
that first night.  Well . . . we can't be certain he did it 
"first shot up the tube", but if it wasn't that night, then it 
was the next morning, or sometime during the next three days, as 
I missed my period a little over ten days later.  By then, 
Grandpa was fucking me on a regular basis; usually once at night, 
and once in the morning as well; pumping thick white cum into my 
belly two, three, or sometimes even four times a day.  He never 
asked me either; just climbing into bed with me; snuggling up 
behind me; and sliding his thick baby-maker up in my tight little 
hole until the squeezing got to be too exciting for him and he 
gave me another shot of my own grandfather's baby-making sperm.  
Of course I never even though of objecting either.  Why should I?  
If my own mother had brought Grandpa into my room, getting him to 
fuck me right in front of her and my little sister, then why 
should I think there was anything wrong?  Yes, after mother's 
lessons I knew I could get pregnant from what Grandpa and I were 
doing; but since neither of my parents seemed to be worried about 
it, I wasn't either.
     So it continued; with Grandpa fucking me whenever he felt 
like it; sometimes spending the whole night with his prick 
leaking incestuous sperm inside me, while my pants got tighter, 
and eventually my tummy got big enough to notice.
     Even then, Mother never said a word about what she must have 
known Grandpa and I were doing every night; just taking me around 
to buy maternity-wear for my swelling belly, as if it was the 
most normal thing in the world for a 12-year-old to be carrying 
her own grandfather's baby inside her belly.
     What did my father think about Grandpa having sex with me, 
feeling me up in front of him, taking me into the bedroom with 
him, sleeping with me, fucking me, cumming inside me when I was 
fertile, and filling my belly with his babies?  I'll never know.  
Dad never said a word.  All the time I lived at home, my father 
never said anything about Grandpa sleeping in my bed, or having 
sex with me.  I know he knew what Grandpa was doing.  Heck, he 
couldn't miss it.



                                5


     I mean, Grandpa and I fucked every night before going to 
sleep, sometimes in the middle of the night, and almost every 
morning too.  We never turned the lights out, or pulled the 
covers over our bodies when we did; and you could see right into 
the room from the hallway, because as I mentioned before, there 
wasn't any door.  Besides, how anybody could miss our pants, 
grunts, groans, and squeals of orgasm is beyond me.  (I got to be 
quite a squealer, once I had my first orgasm with my own 
grandfather pumping thick white cum in my belly; about a week and 
a half after that first time.)  If that wasn't enough, quite 
often I would get up in the morning and pass my father in the 
bathroom, with thick white drools of my grandfather's sperm 
running down my legs.  I know that the look and smell of fresh 
cum is unmistakable, and Dad must have been quite familiar with 
it; having two kids of his own, and marrying my mother before she 
was even a teenager.  So I know that Dad knew what we were 
doing . . . he just never gave any indication that he knew.
     If having his freshly-fucked daughter cavort in the bathroom 
naked with her own grandfather's thick white cum running down her 
legs wasn't enough to let him know, then my big tummy certainly 
would have.  Only I remember several times sitting in my father's 
lap, with his big hand right up under my loose-fitting shirt, 
rubbing my swollen breasts and tummy.  He didn't say anything 
then, either.  While my father never molested me, he sure did 
like to "feel me up."  Especially when I was pregnant.  Dad would 
sit there for hours; feeling my tummy, and enjoying it bulging 
under his hands.  Sometimes he stroked my sensitive titties, but 
usually it was my bulging belly that turned him on.  (And you 
know what?  Mother never seemed to notice THIS, either.)
     My parents drove me to the hospital when my water broke, and 
picked me up afterwards; but never even commented on the fact 
that I had a little girl sucking on my swollen breasts when we 
came back.  While I was in the hospital, a small crib had somehow 
appeared in our bedroom, just as if it had always been there.  
Everyone acted as if I just had a new little sister to share my 
bedroom with.
     About two months later I was fucking Grandpa again; once 
Mother started making comments about how "nice" it would be to 
have a little brother for Carina.  So I guess you might say that 
was when Mother had Grandpa get me pregnant for the second time.  
It took a lot longer than the first time; as nursing Carina 
seemed to work like some kind of birth-control; but a little over 
a year later I missed my period for the second time.
     Did Dad notice then?  Hah!  Even with me TRYING to show my 
father what a slut I was, Daddy acted as if he was blind.  By 
then, Grandpa could feel me up, and even fuck me in the living 
room, with big gouts of sperm squirting up in my hot little hole, 
and neither parent even seemed to notice.  I know better though.  
It wasn't until later that I realized that after each outrageous 
thing Grandpa or I did, that it wouldn't be long before Mother 
and Dad would head to THEIR bedroom, and fuck up a storm.






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     How blind could my father or mother pretend to be?  Try this 
on for size:  One morning I was fucking Grandpa, just like usual, 
with him half-squatting between my legs so our little sister 
could see his prick sliding in and out of me from her vantage 
point in the upper bunk, when Dad came in to give us our usual 
morning kiss before heading off to work.  (It was summertime, and 
I was home from school.)  First Dad leaned over and kissed my 
little sister; (ignoring the fact that Jenny was busy watching 
the obscene things going on in the lower bunk) then he bent down 
and kissed ME; right while Grandpa was giving the final thrusts 
right up inside me, before delivering his thick white sperm into 
his 13-year-old granddaughter's sucking young womb.  Daddy almost 
bumped heads with Grandpa, as he bent over for that goodbye-kiss.  
Feeling Grandpa's prick swelling in my tummy, knowing that Dad 
couldn't miss seeing his prick sliding up inside me, and then 
kissing my own father like that, made me feel so hot, that 
instead of just pecking my lips against Dad's, I opened my mouth 
and gave my father a soul-kiss like no innocent little girl is 
supposed to give her own parents.  Only I was far from innocent, 
and my father knew it.  Opening his mouth to meet mine, Dad gave 
as good as he got; lapping at my tongue, while Grandpa's prick 
swelled inside me, and belched thick white cum at my unprotected 
young womb.  Something about sharing my orgasm vicariously with 
my father like that, made me yell my release into Dad's mouth; 
while we sucked and licked each other's tongues in a way that few 
fathers ever get to kiss their little girls.  Dad didn't pull 
away from that obscene kiss, until Grandpa almost collapsed on 
me, pushing his face away from mine.
     "Girls aren't supposed to kiss their father's like that," he 
said; ignoring the fact that innocent little girls aren't 
supposed to fuck their grandfathers like I just had either.  It 
was almost as if Dad just couldn't SEE the old man between his 
daughter's legs; pumping incestuous sperm in his little girl's 
womb, even as my father talked to me.  "Thanks Dad," I said; 
almost out of breath from that incredible orgasm.  "Can we do 
that again sometime?"
     "We'll see," he said with a smile . . . but we never did.
     Oh, Dad DID kiss me quite a few times after that; sometimes 
with even more tongue action than that time.  Only usually it was 
when I was sitting on his lap, with his big calloused hands 
feeling my body up under my nightie or short little skirt.  We 
never again did it with my horny grandfather blowing his seed in 
my womb, like that time.  <Sigh.>  I wish just ONCE, that I could 
feel that incredible sensation again.  Oh well; those days are 
long past, and my father has been dead for years . . . even if I 
COULD persuade Grandpa to do it.
     Before I went to college, I had two more kids by Grandpa, as 
Mother always seemed to encourage him to make another in me, each 
time I had barely gotten over the pain of giving birth to the 
last one.  I could SWEAR I heard Mother say to Grandpa after 
Brian was born that "every little boy needs a little sister to 
fuck," but Mother swears I misheard her.  So, just like before, I 
wasn't two months back from the hospital after my second child, 
before Mother was encouraging my grandfather to plant still 
another baby in her daughter's belly.  He did, too.


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     I suppose you're wondering about my little sister all this 
time; watching her big sister and grandfather mating like two 
minks in the bunk below her for almost six years?  Jenny?  Like 
my parents, the little girl never said a word.  She DID watch 
though, and it was obvious that SHE at least knew what we were 
doing.  While she never said anything directly about it, side-
comments like "While you and Grandpa were fucking this morning," 
or, "after you have your baby," made it clear that my little 
sister knew exactly what Grandpa and I were doing in the bunk 
under hers; and she knew what the results of such actions were 
too.  Three times out of four, I could look up when Grandpa was 
about to fill my womb with incestuous seed, and meet the 
interested gaze of my little sister watching the two of us.  
Grandpa never offered to touch my little sister, in the whole 
time I was at home, and she never volunteered.
     The last night I spent at home before going to college was 
something.  Grandpa outdid even himself; fucking me three times 
during the night, and concluding with an incredible 69, where he 
came down my throat at the same time I was washing his tonsils 
with my cum.  As I said, it was incredible.
     Huh?  Oral sex?  Didn't I make it clear that Grandpa and I 
had EVERY kind of sex during those three years?  Oh . . . I guess 
I didn't; being too wrapped up in describing how he got me 
pregnant each time.  Grandpa took Mother's original instruction 
to "teach me what it feels like to have sex" seriously.  Before 
the first week was up, I was sucking his cock like an experienced 
whore, while he ate me out more times than I could count.  We had 
sex missionary-style, dog-style, man-on-top, woman-on-top, up the 
ass, and down the throat.  In bed, and out.  On the living-room 
chair, and in the back seat of the car.  Wherever and whenever 
either of us felt like it, and with a horny old goat of a 
grandfather and a perennially horny teenager, you can believe 
that was quite often.  Grandpa even showed me what fun a girl 
could have with the neighbor's little black pooch that kept 
trying to hump my leg one hot afternoon.  I didn't really get 
"hung up" on the dog, (he was too small) but I DID feel his knot 
inside me.  We not only sucked and fucked, we made-out, sparked, 
felt each other up, and generally acted like a couple of horny 
teenagers even when we weren't having real sex.  Sorry I forgot 
to mention it.  As I said, how either parent could even pretend 
to miss our almost continual sex-play is beyond me.  But they 
did . . . even when I would be sitting on Grandpa's lap in the 
living-room; his hands up under my short little nightie; 
massaging my boobs while his thick prick massaged my insides in a 
manner you couldn't miss, if you just moved your head to look 
between my legs.  Of course, neither of my parents ever did.
     Not even when I would cum in grunts and pants, while 
Grandpa's prick jerked inside me; filling my tummy with his 
precious seed, did either parent seem to notice; though how they 
could miss either my panting or his, or the sticky white mess 
that formed in my crotch, is beyond me.  If they didn't know what 
was going on between Mother's father and their teenaged daughter, 
then I'm Babe Ruth's long-lost son.  Riiiigghtt!




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     If I had known that the time we were fucking that night 
would be the last we ever did together, then I probably would 
have tried to make it even better; though looking back, I don't 
see how it would be possible.  All the way to the train-station, 
I was still shivering with memories of that wonderful night, 
while Grandpa's thick middle finger kept my hot little pussy 
entertained by stirring his sperm in my cunny while Dad drove.
     I got one last incredibly obscene kiss from everybody (even 
Jenny!) just before I climbed on the train and waved good-bye.  
Heck, if I had known my little sister or mother could kiss as 
good as Dad did . . . well, it was too late for that.  It seems 
they all gave me this last thing to remember them by, (or to 
torture me with) as they knew I wouldn't be getting sex for 
almost six months; or at least until I got a boyfriend or came 
back on Christmas vacation.  I shifted miserably in the train; 
waiting for it to pull out for almost an hour; while my poor 
abused pussy kept reminding me of what I would be missing.  It 
was to be a long train-ride; and an even longer four months at 
school.  I wondered how Grandpa was going to make it without sex 
from me for those same four months.  HA!
     While I was missing out on sex, for the first time in almost 
six years, I understand Grandpa rode the whole way back home from 
the train with his thick finger shoved to the hilt in Jenny's 
tight little slit, while my little sister sucked him off in the 
back seat!  When they got home, Jenny told me Mother stopped her 
from sucking Grandpa off by telling him, "Why don't you take her 
in the bedroom Papa, and do it properly.  It's about time Jenny 
learned how to make a baby, just like her big sister.  Her period 
was a little over a week ago; so now's the perfect time for you 
to show her what it feels like when a man makes a baby in a 
woman.  So I want you to teach her all about sex . . . how to 
suck, how to fuck, and how to make a baby.  I think Jennifer 
should learn what it feels like to have a baby, just like her big 
sister."  With Jennifer, Mother didn't beat around the bush, like 
she did me.
     Before my train even pulled out of the station, my little 
sister had lost her virginity, and had her cute little tummy 
stuffed just as full of Grandpa's thick white cum as I did.  And 
from then on Grandpa fucked her just as often (or even more 
often) as he had fucked me.  Yes, the whole bit. . . with him 
slipping his thick prick up in my little sister's belly; sliding 
in and out; and ending up with thick white gobs of incestuous 
sperm soaking in the little girl's unprotected young womb.  After 
that, Jenny took my place with Grandpa in the lower bunk . . . . 
Even when I got back, it was MY turn to watch my little sister 
getting bred, while I went to sleep in the upper bunk, all 
frustrated.
     Just like with me, my parents never seemed to notice after 
that first time when Grandpa fucked my little sister.  Even when 
he took her on the floor in the living-room, right in front of 
them, they never seemed to see it.  However, UNLIKE me, they DID 
occasionally ask Grandpa or Jenny questions about "how her 
education" was coming along.  <Snicker.>  Of course the answer 
was always, "Just fine."



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     When I came home for Christmas, I not only found that my bed 
with Grandpa had been preempted; but my little sister had a tummy 
that was almost as swollen as mine was.  Before I could even 
comment on it in the car, Jenny lifted her short little skirt, 
(displaying her slightly-rounded tummy and the fact that she no 
longer wore panties to get in the way of Grandpa's fingers) and 
proudly announced to everyone in earshot, "Grandpa's been 
teaching me how to make a baby; and I'm getting pretty good, 
too!"  I could have almost killed the cute little slut.
     While Grandpa fingered BOTH of our sloppy-wet slits on the 
way home in the car, that's ALL he would do with me.  Well, not 
QUITE all.  He would gladly kiss me, feel me up, finger me, and 
even eat me out . . . he would NOT fuck me.  I could french him, 
jack him off, play footsie, and feel him up.  He even allowed me 
to suck him off a couple of times when Jenny was "on the rag" and 
unavailable after she had the baby.  He just wouldn't fuck me any 
more.  Just like Grandpa never touched Jenny during the entire 
time he was fucking me, he never touched me the way it counts 
once he started fucking my little sister.  Touchy-Feely, yes.  
Real cock-in-cunt sex, no.  I guess that's just the way Grandpa 
was.  He never saw anything wrong with fucking his own 
granddaughters, taking their virginities, sucking, fucking or 
cumming in them with his thick white cum squirting right into 
their unprotected tummies and getting them pregnant with his 
babies.  That was all OK to Grandpa.  However, "cheating" on the 
woman he was sleeping with, was not to be tolerated.  I 
understand that Grandpa never once "stepped out" on Grandma in 
all the years they were married; and never once approached Mother 
or either of her two sisters for sex.  However SOMETHING must 
have let Mother know he wouldn't object to having sex with a 
relative, as long as he wasn't "doing it" with more than one 
woman at once, or stealing some other man's woman.  I never did 
find out from Mother what it was though.
     Grandpa still loved me and our children; but once he 
"switched" to Jenny, he wouldn't touch me as long as he was 
sleeping in her bed with her.  Oh, I don't mean that.  Grandpa 
touched me a LOT.  Even "getting me off" with his tongue a couple 
of times when it was obvious I was about to climb the walls from 
sexual frustration.  He just wouldn't slip his peter in my hot 
little slot, where I wanted it.  It took me almost three days to 
figure out that he was serious.  Then, it took me almost the rest 
of Christmas vacation to recover.
     In fact, it was almost time for me to return, when I 
realized how I had been neglecting MY kids, when I noticed an 
almost permanent scowl on Carina's usually pretty face, that I 
realized my eldest daughter was disgruntled because I had 
preempted "her" bed, by using the bunk over Grandpa and Jenny, 
when I found them using mine.  Since watching my little sister 
and grandfather "getting it on" two or three times a night was 
terribly frustrating to me, I was more than happy to trade the 
bunk for the hide-a-bed in the couch, and let my daughter watch 
her father and aunt "get it on" like she seemed to like doing.





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     I had my last child by Grandpa during spring break; in the 
same hospital as my little sister, and not more than a week 
later.  Just like me she had a little girl the first time, while 
I gave my three other kids yet another sister to love.  Like 
always, Mother was delighted.  As far as the neighbors knew, 
Mother had "twins" this time.
     Six years later, while I was finishing up post-graduate 
work, and my little sister was just starting as a freshman, 
neither one of us was surprised to get a wedding invitation, 
announcing, "The marriage of Carina Ann Logan to Michael Joseph 
Smith in Holy Matrimony."  Yeah, right.
     The crazy thing about the whole deal was that it was all 
completely legal!  Grandpa married our daughter two days after 
she turned 12 years old, and could marry "with her mother's 
permission."  While Mother had been Carina's "legal guardian" for 
several years, until I turned 21, I would have been as willing to 
sign for her as Mother was.
     Incest?  What incest?  By the law, there wasn't any!
     Remember, while Carina is my daughter, I never admitted to 
ANYBODY who the father was.  On her birth-certificate (like on 
many such) it lists the father as, "unknown."  So officially 
Carina is Grandpa's great-granddaughter.  In the laws around 
here, they go to GREAT lengths to define incest as within a 
certain degree of consanguinity.  It's illegal for parents to 
marry children.  Uncle/niece, aunt/nephew, brother/sister 
relationships are similarly discouraged.  Strangely, first-
cousins can marry, double-first-cousins can't!  (Double first 
cousins are kids who have the same uncles and aunts on BOTH sides 
of the family . . . in other words, two brothers or sisters from 
one family marry two siblings from another . . . their kids are 
double-first-cousins to each other.)  I figure the nuts who wrote 
the laws figured that double-first-cousins are almost as closely 
related as brother and sister.  However, while they DO prevent 
even grandparent/grandchild relationships, there isn't anything 
about a man marrying his own great-granddaughter!  Either they 
figured the relationship was less close than second-cousin, or 
they figured that it would never happen, so why bother making a 
stupid law?
     So, since Jenny was just barely under 18, with about 2 
months to go; if Grandpa was caught fucking her, he could have 
been thrown into jail for:
     A. Incest.
     B. Statutory rape.
     C. Endangering a minor.
     D. Indecent exposure to a minor.
     E. Corrupting a minor.
     F. Lewd and lascivious conduct.
     G. Etc.  (At least 100 other similar counts.)
     Just because Jenny is under 18, and everybody knows she's 
his granddaughter.  At the same time, it's perfectly legal for 
Grandpa to fuck Carina who's six years younger and his own 
daughter, because she's legally married to him, and (officially) 
not a close enough relation for it to count.  Ain't THAT a kick 
in the shorts?



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     Well, that was several years ago.  I just talked to Carina 
on the phone yesterday, and she's got 8 kids by Grandpa, and one 
on the way, with no sign of either of them stopping.  He's only 
71 now, and they both figure he'll still be around to see the 
youngest have grandkids, as they all live to be at least 90 in 
his family.
     No.  As far as I know Grandpa hasn't ever touched ANY of his 
kids by Carina sexually.  Just like with Grandma, me, and Jenny, 
once he started sleeping with our daughter, he never once looked 
to anybody else.  Grandpa is weird.  Since Dad died about two 
years ago, I guess my daughter won't be able to pull that funny 
thing on her kids that Mother pulled on me.
     Mother?  She's doing fine now.  In fact, I was over to see 
her about a week ago.  Once again I asked her about her having 
Grandpa "teach me about sex" by actually fucking me and getting 
me pregnant with his babies.
     Mother (of course) acted surprised.  "You mean your 
grandfather was molesting you all that time; and those were all 
HIS kids?" she asked; as if the idea had never occurred to her.  
"Why didn't you TELL me he was molesting you?" she continued.
     I sniggered and reminded her that it had been HER idea that 
Grandpa sleep in my room and, "Teach me how to make a baby."
     "But that was only supposed to be one lesson!" she said.  
"Your grandfather was only SUPPOSED to fuck you that one time; 
just so you could feel what it was really like to fuck, and how 
it feels to a woman when a man makes a baby in her body.  Dad 
wasn't supposed to keep ON doing it and actually get you 
pregnant!  Why didn't you TELL me your grandfather was still 
fucking you?  I could have told him to stop.  Here I figured you 
had learned your 'lessons' so well and liked it so much, that you 
had decided to do it 'for real' with one of the neighbor kids.  I 
just didn't want to get anybody in trouble by asking."
     Yeah . . . Riiiigghhht!  As if fucking me just that one 
time, with Grandpa blowing great sticky gobs of incestuous baby-
making cum in her 12-year-old daughter's unprotected belly, while 
she knew I was right between periods, wouldn't be enough to do 
the job.  And as for her horny father fucking me every day in my 
own bed . . . there's no way in the world Mother couldn't have 
known what the old man was doing.
     Mother looked at my gaping mouth, and continued before I 
could object, "And as for sleeping with you . . . that's all it 
was supposed to be!  I mean, where ELSE was I supposed to put 
your grandfather?  That couch was just KILLING his back.  I mean, 
that's why I bought the double-bunkbed in the first place."
     I looked at my mother and asked her, "Mother, do you really 
believe all that horse-shit?"
     Mother just grinned at me; and never replied.  After that, 
she never would discuss the subject again.  Just like before, it 
was as if my grandfather having sex with me never happened, as 
far as she was concerned.
     After thinking for a bit, I grinned back.  For all her 
kookiness, I love my mother.





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     "This page intentionally left blank."
     Yeah . . . Right.

     Those people NOT interested in either "MC" (that's "Mind-
Control") stories OR cryptoanalysis, should ignore this page and 
those that follow.  Just cut off the stry before the top of this 
page, and enjoy it as written.  The following pages will just 
frustrate you, and add nothing to the story.

     August 20, 1997
     OK . . . First note to all you "MC" perverts out there:
     Yes, this IS a "mind-control" story . . . told from the 
controlee's viewpoint this time.  Only in THIS story, even the 
person with the "power" doesn't know (s)he has it.  For one 
thing, it wasn't all that obvious.
     So . . . For the FIRST person out there who guesses not only 
WHO the person in the story was with the unusual "power" 
(actually THAT is quite obvious) but guessing exactly WHAT kind 
of "power" that person had, I'll write my next story (Well, OK; A 
story) using the character names he or she chooses.
     How about it Fans?  Want to star in "An Erotic Story" with 
your own little sister . . . or father . . . or aunt . . . etc.?  
Just email me at: mccoyf@millcomm.com and be first with the 
answer.
     If somebody guesses, I'll immediately add the explanation to 
this story and post it again.  Until then, you'll just have to 
wait until three years pass, if nobody guesses it.

     Second note:
     I don't REALLY expect anybody to *guess* what the power 
involved is . . . so I'm giving you "crypto" guys out there a 
second chance.  After the end of this page, I'm including an 
encrypted copy of the explanation.  To the first person who sends 
me a clear-text copy of it (before I post it it in clear) I'll 
make the same offer.  (No fair having the same person or even 
same family claim both prizes.)  If nobody guesses it in the same 
amount of time, I'll post the encoding method too.
     Just to confuse things:  The key is "Grandpa's Baby" without 
the quotes, but with a single space.  Case, order, and white-
spaces are significant.
     As a check, I decoded it myself, using nothing but tools 
available to anybody on the net.  Even knowing the encoding 
method, it took me over half an hour though.  No "strong" 
encoding methods were used; but there is LOTS of misdirection.  
(OK . . . enough clues . . . There should be enough of them 
already to keep you from figuring it out.)  Have fun.



