ABUSED.TXT "Sexually abused?" (Mmmmmfff, incest, NC/c, preg, very pedo)

      !!!!!   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   !!!!!
               (Unneeded squick-alert coming up!)

Note:  THIS story is NOT the usual "nice" story I write about
little girls who like sex having fun with their parents, or other
relatives.  In fact, this story comes close to being fully non-
consensual.  It involves little girls being forced to have sex
before either they or their bodies are ready for it.  And while
the "force" involved is not physical . . . only peer and parental
pressure, the difference between a little girl knowing her
parents will be displeased if she doesn't have sex with her
brothers, and them holding her down while the boys forcibly rape
her, is a very fine distinction to my mind.
If this sort of thing squicks you, then don't even read the rest
of this note, as it gets much worse.  Go on and read some other
story.


(If you don't want to learn more about the story ahead of time,
then skip the rest, and come back after you've read the story.
On the other hand, if you're still worried about whether you
should read it or not, then continue.)
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           WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   WARNING   !!!!!
               (Lecture and propaganda coming up!)

Still reading?  More warnings and some story description:

     While the woman in this story wouldn't have punished her
daughter for NOT having sex, the woman DID ignore the child's
complaints and pleas when she did; simply insisting that the
little girl continue, whether she liked it or not, and if it hurt
her or not.  To me, this is as criminal as if the woman had tied
her little girl to the bed, and had the boys gang-rape her; even
though the woman would never see the similarity between her
telling the girl to fuck her brothers and them raping her; and
she would have been just as outraged and horrified as we would
be, if she had found her sons holding down the child and forcing
the little girl to have sex with them, when she didn't want it
     Yes, the woman in the story actually DID think she was doing
the best thing for her little girl . . . for some reason, even
being turned-on by the thought of her young daughter possibly
being hurt or even torn inside by taking a full-sized penis
inside her body when it hadn't yet developed enough to be
hyperplastic like an older girl would be at nine or ten years
old.  As long as the child wasn't permanently damaged, and didn't
require major medical attention, then she thought it was OK.  WHY
she thinks this way, you'll read in the story.
     If the thought of little girls being hurt when having sex,
and their parents not seeming to care bothers you, then skip this
story . . . it's not really nice.  Still, the adults in this
story DO love their children . . . in their own way . . . and
want what THEY think is best for them.  This is not what you or I
think would be best for a child, but then we aren't raising their
children, now are we?  Just as we would be horrified at the way
they treat their children, they would be equally horrified by the
way we treat ours.
     This story is about life and sex from a different
viewpoint . . . not one that I like or approve of, but one that
is possible.  After all, aren't we ALL products of the way WE
were brought up?  We all find the same things nasty and obscene
that we learned as a child were nasty and obscene.  If our
parents spanked us when we were naughty, we think it's
unconscionably irresponsible to neglect to discipline a child
when the child throws a tantrum, as that way the kid learns it
can get away with whatever it wants to if it just yells and
screams loud enough.
     On the other hand, if we were lucky enough (or unlucky
enough, depending on your point of view) to have parents who
didn't believe in laying a hand on a child no matter HOW great
the provocation, then we probably think spanking is barbaric
torture of a child; and people who do it should be jailed.

     Later in life, people get other differences in
viewpoints . . . .
     Some people think forcing a woman to have a baby she doesn't
want is virtual slavery for any woman who happens to get
pregnant.  Other people, just as loudly declare that any woman
who has an abortion is committing murder.
     Two completely valid viewpoints, and both as far apart as
those you might have about raising children, and the viewpoint of
the woman in this story.
     I'm not saying either viewpoint is correct, or either
viewpoint is wrong.  Just like I'm not saying which viewpoint on
abortion is right or which is wrong.

     Either or both might be right, and either or both might be
wrong.  It's not for me to decide for other people.  However, I
am NOT raising my kids like the woman in this story does . . . no
matter HOW erotic it sounds.  That might be right for the woman
in the story, but I'd sooner cut my throat than treat a child of
mine that way.



     Still, I can't call the woman or man in the story evil,
because they aren't.  And in their own way, they love their
children just as much as we do ours.
     Mauri tribesmen tattoo their children's faces, when they're
younger than the girl in this story; puncturing the skin many
times without anesthetic in a fashion that would be considered
sheer torture if done without permission.  And the children not
only sit there patiently while the person pokes dull needles
through the skin and forces dye underneath it, but actually look
forward to the process, as it shows they are becoming adults in
their society.  (Even though the process might start when the
child is only 6 years old.)  Who are WE to say these parents are
being cruel for mutilating their children like this?
     Try and take a similar look at the upbringing of this woman,
and the way SHE wants what is best for HER children.  Perhaps we
can no more think of raising our children that way, than we could
think of forcing dirty needles under the skin of our sons and
daughters . . . but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate WHY she
does what she does . . . just like we appreciate why a Mauri
woman is proud of her child when it gets it's first tattoo.
     It may not be right for us and our children, but might it
possibly be right for her and hers?

     I don't know.  Just like I don't know if the right to have
an abortion is freedom from sexual slavery, or legalized murder.
You be the judge.

     (Now, after that long spiel, I'll get off my soapbox, and
you can start reading the story!)







                         Sexually abused?
                         An Erotic Story

     I looked in on my sons, to make sure they were getting up.
Well, whether they were getting up, was a good question.  For
sure, they had all been "getting it up" as two of the boys were
lying panting on the bed; white streaks on their penises, with a
thick white drop oozing from the younger boy's wilting prick onto
his tummy, while the eldest was sliding HIS swollen peter in and
out of my daughter's clasping little hole in a manner that told
me the boy would soon be decorating the inside of the child's
womb with his thick white sperm, just like his two younger
brothers obviously had, a few minutes earlier.  In fact, from the
look of things, the incestuous sperm the 20-year-old would
shortly be ejaculating in his 10-year-old little sister's womb,
would be the second or third squirt he had ejaculated inside her,
while the two younger boys had also gone at least twice.  I was
very proud of all four of the kids.
     As I watched, the older boy's strokes got even longer and
more violent; while his little sister wrapped her legs around his
body; encouraging the older boy to fill her vagina with his
potent seed.  Even after cumming inside the little girl once (Or
was it twice now?), the older boy didn't take all that long
before the little girl's squeezing little cunny got the better of
him, and I watched (careful to not interrupt) while he shuddered
and I saw thick bulges run through the tube on the bottom of the
boy's prick, while Nancy's vagina gulped each thick white surge,
and milked her big brother's prick for each precious drop of his
potent seed.  You could tell the boy was doing his best to plant
a baby in the child's womb, while Nancy was doing HER best to
help her older brother do it.  As I said, I'm SO proud of all
four kids.
     Ever since Nancy was six years old, and I found out that
none of her brothers had any hangups about having full
unprotected vaginal sex with his own little sister, I moved the
pre-schooler down to her brothers' room, so they could all
practice making a baby in the little girl as often as they
wanted.  It had taken a few weeks for the 6-year-old to get used
to being fucked . . . especially by her 16-year-old brother, but
after a few weeks my daughter finally stopped pleading to be
allowed to return to her own bed, and before the year was out,
the child was just as happy fucking her big brothers, as they
were fucking her.  By the time Nancy was seven (about 9 months
after I first moved her in with the boys) I even offered to let
the little girl return to her own room, if she STILL found it
painful or even annoying to sleep with her brothers.  Then Nancy
almost begged me as hard to NOT make her move back to her old
room, as she had begged me that first day to LET her go back.  It
seems by then the cute little slut LIKED getting fucked six to
ten times a day (and sometimes two or three times that often) by
her teenaged brothers.






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     From then on, I only kept a cursory eye on the almost
continuous orgy going on in the boys' bedroom, as all three boys
used their little sister as a sperm receptacle whenever the urge
hit them.  Occasionally, one of the boys would get the "urge"
right in the middle of dinner or watching TV, and pull the little
girl's panties down and fuck her right there . . . or sometimes
have her suck him off . . . or even fuck the little girl in the
ass while the whole family watched.  Nancy never complained, or
even showed any signs of disgust at being used as a repository
for her big brothers' seed; simply allowing the boy to use her
body in whatever manner he wanted to; while doing her best to get
him off with her cunny, ass, or throat as appropriate.
     She even seemed to LIKE it, especially when being fucked in
the cunny; giving little mewls of appreciation, while milking her
older brothers' sperm into her body.  Occasionally, this got my
husband so excited, that HE felt obliged to fuck the little girl
too; squirting HIS seed into the child's womb, or her eager
little mouth; but mostly it was the boys who kept our daughter's
body full of incestuous cum; as Marvin didn't usually fuck the
little girl more than three or four times a week (unless he was
especially horny).  Still, it was a very rare week he didn't fill
the child's womb with her father's sperm at least two or three
times.  Compared to the little girl having each of her horny
brothers pumping his sperm in their sister's tight little slit
two or three times a day, my husband's meager contribution was
probably barely noticed (except that Nancy would almost certainly
complain if her father neglected her by not fucking her cute
little pussy at least two or three times a week . . . not that I
would let him treat her that way).  From the time she was six
years old until now, I don't think Nancy has gone over 5 hours
without at least ONE thick white squirt of family seed entering
her body through one orifice or another.  Thank goodness neither
my husband nor any of my sons have any reservations about fucking
a pre-teen girl right in the cunny, and filling her womb with his
incestuous cum, like my father did.
     I watched as Mike gave one last emphatic shove into his
little sister, and was sure the boy (well, almost a man) was
doing his best to father a child on the little girl, while he
drained his thick sperm into the child's womb.  Such a delicious
thought, that Nancy might already be carrying one of her
brothers' baby in her cute little tummy.  I had been almost 12,
the first time I had my period, but that didn't mean my daughter
couldn't start even sooner.  I've heard of quite a few girls who
started menstruating at nine years old, or even younger . . .
such a delicious thought.
     In fact, it was this thought that made me keep watching
until Mike finally rolled off the little girl, and lay there
panting beside her.  Nancy just lay there, legs spread after
releasing her big brother, and her hole slowly closing around the
thick white puddle of cum her brother had just deposited inside
her.  Even after fucking all three brothers at least twice each,
my daughter still managed to keep almost all of their incestuous
sperm in her vagina where it belonged.




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     By the time the child's hole had retracted to it's normal
tiny self, with the elasticity of youth, only a tiny bubble of
her big brother's cum oozed out of her.  I gave one last happy
look at the four incestuous lovers on the bed (my 10-year-old
daughter and her three older brothers); feeling proud of the boys
for doing such a good job of filling their little sister with
cum, when I noticed it . . .
     Mike's prick had a red streak on it.  Oh shit.  Since it had
been over four years since Nancy lost her virginity to the boys,
this could only mean one thing . . . my little girl was entering
puberty; and if things continued the way they had for the past
few years, the little girl would be nursing one of her brothers'
baby before this year was over.  I had to do something to prevent
that . . . no matter HOW erotic the idea was.
     That afternoon I explained to the three boys that their
little sister would no longer be sleeping in their bed, and why.
Surprisingly, none of the boys objected to the "why" part; even
though none of them minded the idea of fathering a child on their
little sister.  No, it seems they were only worried about they
were going to do, now that their permanent sex-partner had been
removed from their bed, with almost as little notice as the girl
had when I first moved her in with them.  To ME, this was funny.
     "You still have at least THREE other sisters, not counting
the baby," I reminded them.  "Sherry is seven years old by now,
and that's almost a whole year older than Nancy was, on her first
time.  And Cindy, while she's only five, isn't even a year
younger than that.  So don't go complaining that you don't have
someone to fuck, when you've got at least two healthy sisters who
should be able to help you out . . . maybe even three.  OK?"
     This thought never seemed to have occurred to the boys.
While they had been fucking Nancy since she was six years old,
they had never even thought of the other three girls as possible
sex-partners, because they had been growing all this time and
were MEN, while the little girls had seemed like babies to them.
I mean, grown men don't fuck babies.  Still, once I pointed out
that Sherry was older than her big sister was when they first
started fucking HER, the idea of fucking the little girls seemed
to appeal to the boys.  God, I could barely wait to see all three
boys pumping thick white baby-juice in the tight little slits of
their little sisters at the same time.  Well . . . maybe Tina was
a little young, at only four years old.  Still, the two older
girls could take care of the three horny boys until she WAS old
enough to help out.  For a moment the thought of three man-sized
pricks stretching their tiny slits almost made me wish I had
started Nancy at least a year younger than I had.  Then I decided
it was better the way I had.  At least Cindy would have Sherry to
take some of her older brothers' lust; unlike when Nancy was
young, and the little 6-year-old had to service all three boys by
herself, when she was still a virgin.  Ten minutes later I was
pleased to hear a loud "Ow!" from Cindy's bedroom, as the two
younger boys took turns in giving the 5-year-old her first fuck.
The whimpers and cries of the little girl, then the groans and
emphatic grunts of the two teenagers as they filled the child's
womb with their sperm for the first time, was unmistakable.



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     As I said, none of my sons seems to have any trouble with
the idea of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his
own little sisters; or filling their wombs with incestuous sperm.
In fact, the idea of getting their own little sister pregnant
with their babies seems to be more of a turn-on to the kids than
a worry about getting the little girl in trouble.  God I'm so
proud of my kids.
     That night, I made sure Nancy slept in our bedroom, as I
didn't want any of the boys forgetting, and slipping his prick in
the little girl where he might get the child pregnant with his
baby.  To be even safer, I had Nancy sleep between me and Marvin,
so she couldn't sneak out and fuck one of the boys during the
night (not that I don't trust her OR the boys . . . it's just
that habits, especially sexual habits, die so hard).
     The feel of the 10-year-old's developing titties rubbing
against mine was SO erotic.  I had forgotten just how sexy it was
having a youngster in bed with you . . . especially a little girl
who likes sex as much as Nancy does.
     It must have been even MORE erotic for Marvin; having the
little girl's cute little butt snuggled back against his swelling
erection.
     I reached between Nancy's legs while she lifted them, to
grab my husband's swelling prick, and swab the leaking tip
against my daughter's equally slippery little slit.  Then with a
shove, while I held his prick up against the child's hole, Marvin
sank it to the root in the little girl's belly.  Knowing that
Nancy was fertile now, and that if he ejaculated inside her
during the next week or so there would be a good chance Nancy
could have her own father's baby growing inside her, was so
erotic I had a climax myself, without even playing with my
clitoris.  Feeling my husband sliding his thick prick in and out
of our daughter, while knowing he WOULD be filling the child's
womb with his sperm, and possibly even his baby, was SO erotic.
     As you can guess by now, I was sexually abused as a child.
From the time I was seven years old (actually, from about a month
before my seventh birthday) until I was a little over thirteen,
my father had visited my bedroom almost every night (sometimes
twice a night; and sometimes missing a night or two).  Of course,
I had never objected to Dad fucking me in the mouth, ass, or even
cunny; taking my virginity and filling my womb with squirt after
thick white squirt of incestuous cum.  Why should I?  I mean, Dad
was my FATHER.  What girl do YOU know who would object to what
her father tells her to do?  Even if that "what" involves having
full unprotected vaginal intercourse with him.  No, of course I
never objected.  In fact, before a month was up, I was humping
back at my father as eagerly as he was humping into me; trying to
get Dad to fill my womb with the gooey squirts that seemed to
soothe the itch between my legs like nothing else has before or
since.  After a while, fucking Dad in the morning seemed to be
just one of the things a girl does.  I never mentioned it to
anybody, even my own mother, because it just seemed so normal.  I
mean, you don't tell your mother you're brushing your teeth or
taking a pee, do you?  Fucking Dad was just that normal.




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     I don't really remember the first time Dad fucked me; even
though I know it must have hurt like heck.  I do remember sitting
in the empty tub afterwards; (whether Dad fucked me there, or in
bed and I was just cleaning up after, I don't know) looking down
where a thick dribble of white oozed out of my sore little cunny.
A tiny streak of red showed where my father had torn me inside
(whether just my virginity, or something more serious, I'll never
know.  In any case, I didn't get sick from it).  I DO vaguely
remember the second time though; being slightly scared and a
little sore inside from the first time.  Still, I never even
thought of asking Dad to stop; and soon he was grunting and
panting in a manner that became very familiar in later years, as
he slid in and out before filling my cunny with thick white goo.
     All the time (then, and for the years that followed) my
father kept telling me how I was his "GOOD little girl" and how I
was making Daddy feel good, and how he liked the feeling of my
cunny squeezing on him like that, and how good it felt to squirt
his sperm inside me.  With encouragement like this, it wasn't
long before I was looking forward each time to feeling Dad on top
of me, with his thick prick buried to the hilt in my belly, even
if it DID hurt.  And within a year, it didn't.  From then on, Dad
would slide into my bed, usually about once a day (well, OK,
night).  Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to feel
the bed sagging, as my father slid in bed with me; sometime just
snuggling up to me and slipping his "thing" inside me until
feeling my cunny around his swollen prick made him squirt.  Other
times it would be in the mornings when he got up to pee that he
would stop in my room, climb between my legs, and fuck me
"missionary style" until he came in thick white squirts inside
me.  After a while, I began to notice a pattern . . . it was the
times that Mom didn't feel like sex, or was unavailable that
usually led to my father sliding in bed with me and filling MY
womb with sperm, instead of hers.  During the times Mom went home
to visit her parents, Dad usually had me stay in their room;
fucking me two or three times a day while she was gone.  A couple
of times Mom came back and found me still in bed with Dad, but
she seemed to think that while it was cute for a little girl to
snuggle up to her father like that, I (on the other hand) was
getting to be too much of a "big girl" to sleep in the same bed
with her father.  Still, she never seemed to object very hard,
even when I was lying there under the covers with Dad's thick
prick still oozing thick white cum in my cunny.  So, if Mom
didn't mind me taking care of Dad while she was away, I certainly
wasn't about to tell my own father "No", if he wanted to "use" me
to jack-off into.  I sure didn't mind.
     For some reason Mom didn't seem to be interested in what Dad
and I were doing; as she never asked me about what Dad and I did
together while she was gone; and even the few times Dad fell
asleep in my bed, she never asked what he was doing there.  So,
since she didn't seem to be interested, I never told her when Dad
taught me how to suck cock (at the same time he showed ME what it
felt like by licking my cunny until I was almost sore from
cumming so much), or when Dad first fucked me up the ass or even
when I had my first period (even though I was so proud that I
could finally get pregnant by Dad).


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     THAT part, about having periods anyway, I guess Dad DID tell
Mom, because shortly thereafter she got me some tampons, and
seemed real surprised that I could slide them all the way up
inside me without any trouble at all.  This got me a real funny
look from Mom, but she never said anything, so I never
volunteered.
     By the time I was seven or eight, I was working just as hard
as Dad was, to get him to cum inside me.  By then, I had learned
to suck him off, take his thick prick up my ass (I didn't like
that NEAR as much as taking it in my cunny where it belonged) and
doing other things like 69, and even some really weird things
like pissing on each other.  Daddy made them ALL feel good.
     By the time I was ten years old, if Dad hadn't fucked or
sucked me at least once a week (and preferably once a day), I was
almost ready to climb the walls.  I guess being stimulated so
young made me really appreciate how good sex is.  That's why I
make sure ALL of my kids learn as early as possible.  Especially
the girls.  I don't want any of them missing out on any of the
pleasures I had.  It's the loving I got from my father during
these early years, that made it so hard to accept his abuse of me
later.  I mean, Dad fucking me from the time I turned 7, just
made me all prepared to go the whole way, and even have his kids.
Then, after all that loving, to have my own father treat me like
that . . . well, what can I say?  Just that none of MY kids will
ever be abused like I was.
     When I was about ten years old I learned that what Dad and I
were doing was what made babies in little girls; even if I was
too young back then to have one myself.  Once I learned THIS,
fucking Dad began to have new meaning to me.  The thought that my
own father loved me enough to want me to carry his babies was
thrilling.  Only it turns out Dad was just a pervert . . .
someone interested in having sex with a little girl, NOT the
loving father I thought he was.  (Well, I TOLD you I was sexually
abused.  Huh?  No, of course not!  Having sex is NOT abuse.
Abuse, is when somebody gets hurt by what you do.)
     It was when I was twelve, that I first found out my father
didn't really love me; he just liked to use my hole as a
convenient receptacle to jack-off into.  If I sound bitter, I am.
It was just past my twelfth birthday, when I had my first period.
At first, I didn't notice any changes in Dad's actions around me.
We still had sex almost every day; only after a month or two I
began to notice that Dad had started pulling out a lot more often
than he used to.  Oh, when I was younger, Dad would sometimes
give me a bath in thick white sperm; squirting it all over my
body.  Sometimes he liked to cum in my face (just for the looks)
and a few times he just jacked-off into me, while I held my hole
open so he could squirt inside it, instead of sliding his prick
in me and doing it properly.  (Dad seemed to think there was
something incredibly erotic about just squirting his seed into my
hole, while not actually penetrating me.)







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     Only THIS was different.  Before, Dad would do this about
once every month or two.  Now, he seemed to do it for several
days in a row.  Eventually I noticed he seemed to pull out about
every time for about a week each month.  It wasn't until almost
five months had passed, that I figured it had something to do
with my periods.  When I confronted my father, he admitted it!
Yes, Dad admitted he was DELIBERATELY pulling out when he thought
I had a chance of getting pregnant; wasting his seed on my tummy,
so it wouldn't get inside me and make a baby.  I was devastated!
Here I had thought my father loved me so much he was going to let
me carry his child . . . and then he goes and cheats me of even
having a chance!  I went to bed, and cried for what felt almost
like a week.  That night, and for the next week or so, I just lay
there and let Dad use my body to jack-off into, while I barely
acknowledged his presence by squeezing his prick when he came
inside me.
     After a while I got over it though . . . or at least I
thought I did.  I had read some more about sex by that time; and
realized that even with Dad pulling out during my "best" time,
there was still a fairly good chance I might get PG anyway.  And
besides, the books all pointed out that "coitus interruptus" was
NOT a very reliable method of birth-control; so even with Dad
pulling out and leaving the main thick heavy squirts of sperm on
my tummy instead of inside my vagina where it belonged, there was
STILL a fairly good chance I would get pregnant anyway.  I
realized then that maybe Dad wasn't really cheating me after
all . . . at least, until I was about thirteen years old.
     After about a year into puberty, my breasts had started to
develop, my cunny had a nice coating of black hair, and my hips
were widening . . . all signs that my body was getting ready for
the thing that separates women from girls . . . having a baby.
The fact that my first baby would be my own father's, was getting
me so excited I could barely contain it without telling
everybody.
     Then came that fateful day, when Dad got just too cruel.
     At first, I didn't notice anything different . . . oh, a
slightly funny smell maybe.  Only that wasn't what got my
attention.  I was right between periods, and THIS time it looked
like Dad wasn't going to pull out!  I was SO happy!  Dad didn't.
In fact, he seemed to take a lot longer than usual, thrusting
himself fully into me, when he squirted his seed.  It was only
afterwards when he pulled out that I noticed the slick covering
on his prick, and the sagging bag hanging off the tip.  Dad had
used a condom on me!  When I asked him about it, he explained
that he was NOT getting his own daughter pregnant.
     That was the last straw.  It was bad enough having Dad pull
out during my best time to catch . . . but to have him stick a
rubber bag over his prick and cheat me of ALL chances of feeling
him get me pregnant . . . I couldn't take it any more . . . I
went and told Mom how Dad was treating me like a little girl,
instead of a woman who wanted to have his child.






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     That night, Mom and Dad had the biggest argument I ever
heard from either of them; and the next day Dad had left.  I had
never realized how bad Mom would think it was, treating me like
that; fucking me, but not letting me get pregnant with his baby.
If I had, maybe I would have just put up with his abuse.  After
all, having a baby isn't everything.  Dad STILL was a pretty good
fuck; even if he did have all these funny hang-ups about getting
his own little girl pregnant.  Mom though, explained how she was
NOT going to have a man around the house that abused his own
daughter like that, and nothing I could say would change her
mind.  In fact, for some reason, the more I told her about how
Dad had been fucking me for years, the more it seemed to make her
certain he was abusing me by not giving me the child I wanted.
She certainly seemed to just get angrier and angrier at Dad,
whenever I mentioned how much I missed at least feeling him slide
up inside me, even if I couldn't get pregnant.
     I guess Dad having treated me so nicely about sex all those
years seemed to make it even worse (as far as Mom was concerned)
when he started abusing me like that.  At least my telling her
how much I had loved fucking Dad over the years kept her from
calling the police and sending him jail.
     Well, Dad's loss was my uncle's gain.  Mom's little brother
hadn't heard about me and Dad for over three days, before he was
trying to seduce me.
     As for me, once I learned that my horny uncle didn't have
any qualms about having full, bare, unprotected, vaginal sex with
his own barely pubescent niece, I was hauling him into my bed,
where he was soon ejaculating thick white gobs of incestuous
sperm in my tummy where it belonged.  I was pregnant with my
uncle's baby before the week was out.
     For some reason, Mom didn't catch on for two years to the
torrid affair taking place between her daughter and little
brother.  The first baby she thought was Dad's; which instead of
mollifying her, once she thought he had gotten me pregnant
anyway, like I wanted, seemed to make her even angrier at the
thought he had done it by accident, instead of on purpose.
     Only Marvin and I knew exactly what we were doing, when he
filled my 13, and then 14-year-old womb with his babies.  In
fact, it was only when I was pregnant with his third kid, that
Mom realized her horny little brother was spending an inordinate
amount of time in my room, and found him pumping baby-juice in my
tummy one afternoon.  By then, it was far too late for her to
object; so Marvin and I were married a month later when I turned
16 and could get married with my parents' permission.  Dad never
raised an objection, and Mom insisted.  In fact, once she saw me
safely married to my uncle, Mom seemed to have a change of heart
with Dad, and they got back together not two weeks after the
wedding.  I find it hard to believe; but I think maybe my mother
was jealous of me, and all the sex I was getting from her
husband!







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     As for me and my uncle?  Well, you never saw two happier
people at the alter than us.  For the next 14 years Marvin and I
popped out babies just as fast as we could; until today there are
eight kids in the house, of which Marvin has fathered five on me
(I'll explain the other three later).  With the oldest boy now
twenty years old, and the youngest still in diapers, there's a
full range of children in the house, and plenty of chances for
incestual love like I was raised with.  I even think my husband
might have succeeded in planting yet another kid in my tummy
right now; so if we're lucky it will be almost as though any
child he plants in Nancy will have a twin.
     Thinking of which . . . I felt between my daughter's legs,
where it was gulping her father's thick prick.  I felt one, two,
then three bulges in the tube on the bottom of my husband's
penis, as he squirted inside her.  Unlike MY father, Marvin has
no objections to having full sexual intercourse with his own
daughter, and getting her pregnant with his babies.  At least OUR
children won't be sexually abused like I was.
     By the time Nancy is ready to start college, Marvin should
have fathered at least four or five kids on her, so she'll enjoy
having as many of his babies stretching her cute little tummy  as
she wants, just like I did.  When she comes back, Nancy can
either marry one of the boys (since she doesn't have any uncles
to marry like I did) or find somebody else to fuck, as she
pleases.  At least our daughter had a proper start in life,
instead of being sexually abused by her own father like I was.
     Twice during the night I was woken up by the bed jiggling,
as my husband did his best to father a child on our little girl.
My uncle is almost as horny as all three of our boys.  It was
only after the third time of squirting his thick white cum in our
daughter's belly, that Marvin finally lost his hard-on and slid
out of the little girl's tight little hole with a slurp.
     This woke me up, so I had to go pee.  After making sure
Nancy and Marvin were OK, and not dribbling cum all over the
sheets, I went to the bathroom, and then took a small tour of the
house to check on the rest of the family.
     Not surprisingly, the boys' bedroom was completely empty for
the first night in six years.  Sherry and Cindy's bedroom (as
expected) was NOT empty.  I looked in and found Jerry and Sam
sleeping cuddled up to the two pre-teens.  Jerry was just lying
cuddled up face-to-face with Sherry, while the slick look of his
limp prick showed the boy had probably drained himself two or
three times into the little girl's body.
     The older boy was cuddled up spoon fashion with the Cindy;
his thick prick still half-buried in the child; and his pulse
making slight ripples in the member, as if he was involuntarily
pumping little gobs of sperm into his little sister while he
slept.  The thought of the 18-year-old getting off in the little
girl's 5-year-old tummy like that, was so erotic it was all I
could do to keep from having an orgasm right there.  Well, it was
obvious that the two boys would be keeping their little sisters'
wombs adequately filled with incestuous sperm, just like they had
Nancy's for almost four years now.  At least for a while I
wouldn't have to worry about where the boys were having sex.



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     Still, that left four family members unaccounted for.  I
knew Mike would NOT be sleeping in his little sister Nancy's old
room, so that left one place.
     I was right.  The two youngest kids were sleeping soundly in
the crib together, but the light was on, and the two remaining
occupants were NOT sleeping.
     "Oooh, Papa please . . . it HURTS," came the plaintive
whimper of the little 4-year-old.  I looked closer to be certain.
Sure enough, my 20-year-old son was having full vaginal
intercourse with his own daughter.  The striking difference
between the full-grown man and the tiny little girl was both
scary, and at the same time incredibly erotic.
     In spite of her whimpers of pain, it was obvious that this
was NOT the first time for the two incestuous lovers; as no
streak of red marred the slick member sinking into the little
girl's body; and she only occasionally winced when the 20-year-
old boy struck bottom inside her overstretched little cunny.
     "Sorry, Hon; but Papa's got to cum, OK?"  In spite of his
obviously horny condition, the older boy was not fucking the
child with the same vigor he usually used on her older sister.
It was only when he reached bottom in the little girl, that she
winced each time, and it must have been an especially deep thrust
that had brought on the complaint I heard.
     "Ow," she said, as her father made an particularly deep
thrust.  "It's OK Papa, you can cum in me if you want to . . . I
don't mind."  The little girl clenched her jaw shut determinedly,
as my son stroked harder into our little girl.
     Mike must have been already cumming, when his daughter's
words struck home.  Up to then, there had always been about an
inch or two remaining outside the child, as Mike was just too big
to get all six inches of prick inside her.  Only suddenly he
jammed forward, and there wasn't ANY of his prick outside the
little girl's slit.  When cumming, the older boy had obviously
lost control, and just jammed himself in his child's belly as
hard as he could.
     "Ow!" yelled Tina; then, "Oh please, Papa.  Oh please.  Oh
please?"  The little girl's whimpers of pain were almost
heartbreaking; but I knew better than to interrupt.  The child
had to learn sometime to take her father's sperm inside her womb,
and what better time than when she was young?  She'd just have to
learn to stand the pain like I did when Dad first fucked me, and
Nancy had that day when she first got gang-banged by all three of
her brothers.
     The shuddering of the 20-year-old, as he almost covered the
little girl's body with his, let me know the older boy was doing
his best to father a baby on his own baby girl, even if she WAS
only four years old.  To my shame, I almost wished he would
succeed; even though having a child at that age would be very
dangerous for such a young girl.
     Tina whimpered a little more, as her father's strokes into
her body eased; and he finally rested with his sperm still oozing
into his little girl's developing young womb.
     "Oh hi, Momma," she said; finally noticing me.  "Papa and I
were practicing making a baby."



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     "And did you?" I asked; pleased at the little girl's
acceptance of her father's fucking; making not one complaint to
me about how much it hurt to take the older boy's swollen prick
all the way up inside her tiny little vagina like that.
     "No," she said; wrinkling up her cute little nose in
thought, "at least, I don't think so.  Papa says it'll probably
be several years before he makes a baby in my tummy; but that
doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying anyway."
     "That's good, Honey," I replied.  "Now you just keep on
taking good care of your father like that, and maybe you'll get
lucky sooner than you think, OK?"
     "OK, Momma."  The sweet voice and innocent acceptance of a
little girl taking her own father's thick penis inside her body,
so he could fill her little womb full of baby-making sperm, was
SO delicious.  Damn, I'm so proud of my kids.
     Mike could barely groan, as he rolled off his little girl;
and then lay there panting with his thick prick still buried
inside the little girl.  The child's tight little hole was just
TOO tight to let her father go easily.  Two minutes later the boy
was snoring softly; his prick STILL leaking cum in his daughter
as they lay face-to-face.  Tina just snuggled up to the older
boy; not even trying to remove the thick member from inside her
body.  A tiny streak of red showed that if Mike HAD torn the
little girl inside when he slid his prick into her uterus, the
tear was small, and not likely to cause the child any trouble.
Tomorrow I'd look closer to be sure; but as long as she wasn't
bleeding like a stuck virgin, then it could wait.  I reached for
the covers, and pulled them up over my little girl and her big
brother/father.
     "Thanks, Momma," she murmured sleepily; snuggling even
closer to the older boy sot that half an inch or her father's
half-hard prick slid a little farther inside her.  Tina whimpered
a little; then pushed forward determinedly until the entire
length of Mike's penis had vanished inside her tight little slit,
before adjusting her body a little closer to her father so she
would be more comfortable when she fell asleep.  I guess my
daughter wanted to be sure that if Mike had a wet-dream during
the night, that it wouldn't leak out of her and be wasted.
     I leaned over and gave my little girl a kiss; and then
watched for almost ten minutes until she fell asleep, just like
her father was.  The knowledge that my little girl would be
spending the entire night with her own father's thick white cum
oozing into her tiny little womb; held inside her by the thick
plug of the boy's penis, was SO erotic.  If I hadn't already
climaxed twice, I probably would have again.
     Once the child was asleep, I checked on the other two
occupants of the room.  As expected, the 3-year-old boy and his
little sister were still sleeping soundly.  The sound of their
older sister getting soundly fucked hadn't disturbed the two
toddlers at all.  I pulled the covers back to be sure the bed
wasn't wet; though Danny hasn't wet the bed in over a year, and
Lisa has just stopped.  Still, we keep a rubber cover on the
mattress and a THICK pad over it, just to be sure.  That way both
kids can sleep together naked, without pants, panties, or diapers
between them.


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     I rolled the two kids closer together, and placed pillows to
hold them together with their genitals just touching.  Danny had
a slight hard-on, so I placed it between his little sister's
cunny-lips, before covering them up.
     That wasn't quite satisfying enough though; so I walked back
to the two incestuously coupled children in the other bed, and
uncovered them so I could dip one finger in the white ooze slowly
seeping from around the boy's prick where it was embedded in his
little girl's sex.  Then covering the two kids back up, I took my
cum-slippery finger and used it to lubricate the tiny hole
between Lisa's legs, before pushing the two children even closer
together, and again fixing them in place with the two big
pillows.
     This time almost a quarter inch of the little boy's penis
slid into his little sister, and the boy began making involuntary
copulating motions in his sleep; sliding almost half an inch of
his tiny prick in and out of the little girl's body.  While it
will probably be at least another year or two before Lisa gets
old enough for Danny to break her cherry and have full sexual
intercourse with his little sister, I want the two kids to get
used to having their genitals touch each other as early and as
intimately as possible.  After all, even if they do accidentally
start out a little early, then I won't be all THAT disappointed.
     Unlike the older girls, I plan on mating the two children to
each other, instead of their fathers.  Everybody in the family
has agreed, including their fathers, so we're all working to make
it happen.  It seems that growing up with a little sister to
fuck, whenever and wherever you want, is just as big a fantasy
with my sons and husband, as it is with me.  Hopefully Danny and
Lisa won't ever remember a time they were NOT having sex
together; unlike the years of sexual frustration the three older
boys had before I took pity on them and let them breed me, in the
four years before their little sister got old enough to take over
the job.  (Of course, once Mike had gotten me pregnant with his
own little sister, it wasn't fair to the two younger boys to not
allow them the same privilege . . . even though all three boys
were getting plenty of sex from their little sister by then.)
     After covering the two kids up, I returned to my bed . . .
just in time to observe my husband climb on top of Nancy, while
she spread her legs in eager acceptance.  It seems my getting up
had woken first Marvin, then his playing with her body had woken
Nancy.  Being quite used to being molested at various times
during the night by her big brothers, the 10-year-old happily
spread her legs for her father; welcoming his lovemaking just
like she had for so many years from the boys.  I watched as my
husband's thick prick vanished to the hilt in our little girl's
sucking young slit, while the child wrapped her arms around the
man and worked almost as hard as I usually do to get him to cum
inside her.  "Please Daddy, Please?"  Her whimpers of sexual
arousal were almost as plaintive as her 4-year-old little
sister's had been, but I knew THIS little girl just wanted to get
off; not have her father just get off in her, then get off her
body.




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     The gulping squeeze of the child's tiny hole milking on my
husband's prick just emphasized the eagerness the little girl had
to feel her own father ejaculating his thick white sperm inside
her barely pubescent young body.
     Having cum already three times, Marvin was having a hard
time working up a fourth; while being stimulated by fucking three
times in a row had just made my little girl that much hornier.
With a screech, Nancy began throwing her body at her father;
while I could tell her little cunny was clamping and squeezing on
the man's prick, fit to chew it off.  I recognized my little
girl's cry of orgasm, from hearing it so many times before from
down the hall in the room she had previously shared with her
three brothers.  It was only when Nancy had slowed down;
dreamingly working her tight little cunny on and off her father's
bare quivering prick, that Marvin was able to finally do HIS
thing.  With a bellow that echoed the earlier screech of the
little girl, my husband sank his prick to the root in our little
girl's tight little hole and began filling our daughter's sucking
young womb with the thick white stuff that makes babies in little
girls like her.  While this time I couldn't reach far enough to
FEEL it, I was able to see several bulges ripple through my
husband's prick, as he ejaculated his sperm in our daughter's
body where it belonged.  Both my husband and daughter were doing
everything two people could to get her father to reproduce inside
her.  God, I wish MY father had loved me like that.
     Eventually the two incestuous lovers collapsed in each
other's arms, and drifted off to sleep . . . still sexually
connected.  I covered up the two of them, and drifted off to
sleep myself; secure in the knowledge that none of our children
will ever have to go through the pain that I did, and that my
husband would father as many children on our daughter as the
little girl wanted.  I had long ago resolved that nobody in my
house was ever going to have sex hurt them like my father had
used it to hurt me.  Unlike MY father, as long as Nancy holds
still for it, my horny uncle is going to pump as many babies in
our daughter's sexy young belly as it can hold.
     Some people claim that victims of sexual abuse tend to be
sexual abusers themselves.  Well, I'm going to prove them wrong!
As you can see, I'm making sure that ALL of my kids grow up with
a healthy normal attitude towards sex, just like the older ones
did . . . enjoying sex; not missing out on anything . . .
including the best part of all . . . having kids of their own.
It's too bad I didn't start the boys out sooner, like I did their
little sister; but that's more lack of imagination on my part
than trying to deny my sons the pleasure of having sex with their
own mother until their little sister got big enough to fuck.  At
least Nancy got an early start; though from the look of things
not all that early.  I hope she forgives me for not starting her
earlier.  As it was, it was a toss-up whether I should start her
earlier, or the child might get ruptured by her eldest brother's
16-year-old prick, if I DID start her early.  While I don't want
any of my girls missing out on sex, I don't want them hurt
either.




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     I think all things considered, I did fairly good job of
seeing to it that my little girl got fucked as early as possible,
so she wouldn't feel left out and abused by not having sex like
other girls do.  I'm fairly sure that if I had started Nancy
fucking her three brothers at five, like I was tempted to, the
oldest boy would have split the little girl wide open; and that
would have been sexual-abuse of a different kind.  As it was, she
was only sore for a week or two.
     You can bet that after my horrible experience with my
father, that I'll be damned sure that none of MY kids are ever
sexually abused like I was.














































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