Mandy's cheerleader buddies have awarded her pussy to whoever scores the
winning points if they take State.  What nobody knows is she's actually a
virgin and she wants to stay that way.  Maybe her brother can help.  He's
on the team.  Will he throw the game to protect his sister's honor...  or
not.

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   Scoring With Sis

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Mandy Wilson was convinced that life just couldn't be better.  She was a
Senior, and would graduate in just seven months.  Then one last summer of
fun and freedom and she would go off to college.  Her older sister Mary had
offered to let her come to the ranch and make a life of raising horses, and
she might do that some day, but she thought college would be just too much
fun to miss.

   That and all the sex she was anticipating.  Mandy had a reputation of
being a loose girl.  She got it shortly after she was elected Head
Cheerleader for the North Fork Mustangs.  A number of boys took her out on
dates right after that and every one of them bragged about nailing her. 
They talked about her sweet heavy tits, with their cherry tips and how she
squealed when they sucked them, and then described her puffy welcoming
pussy lips and how they rammed their teen boy pricks in her and shot their
wads.  Their descriptions were not far off, but you could assume most of
those tidbits.

   In fact, not a single of those boys had ever seen either nipple or pussy
on this Head Cheerleader.  It wasn't that she was opposed to giving up her
virginity.  She was almost looking forward to it.  But it had to be with a
boy who was worth the pain and the possibility that she might end up
pregnant.  And she hadn't met that boy yet.  Or at least hadn't identified
him.

   On the other hand, she knew what every one of her dates' boyish pricks
looked like, because she had seen ..  and jacked off ...  all of them. 
That was how she kept her maidenhead intact.

   Admittedly it was a figurative maidenhead - she lost her cherry to
tampons at 13 - but no penis had ever entered her pretty teen pussy and
that was all that mattered to her.  She told the boys she was on her
period, or had a yeast infection, or that she had missed a day or two of
her pills, and once or twice that she just didn't feel like it, and so they
believed she was making up for it by jacking them off.

   But rumor has a way of being believed, especially when you WANT to
believe it, and every boy wanted to believe he had a chance of getting his
dick wet if he went out with Mandy.  Most of the girls were jealous enough
of her good looks, popularity and physical skill at cheerleading that they
didn't mind believing she was a slut either, even a majority of the girls
on the cheerleading squad.

   They, by the way, really WERE sluts, which might be another reason they
believed Mandy was one too.  All the same, her reputation got her an odd
kind of respect, which she didn't mind at all.  For one thing it let her
become picky about who she accepted dates from.

   Which is why the bet developed.  It was October, and the Mustangs were
doing very well indeed in Football.  They had lost only one game and were
well on their way to going to State.  This was exciting for the whole
school, but especially for the cheerleaders, since they got to travel with
the team and stay in hotels and sneak liquor and so on.

   So they had a vested interest in motivating the boys to do well and win
the State championship.  One way they did it was to reward the boys with
sexual favors.  Any boy who stopped a touchdown by an opposing team all by
himself, or intercepted a pass, got a hand job from a specified
cheerleader.

   Caught passes were worth a French kiss, as were runs of more than ten
yards.

   The player who actually made the winning point in each game was awarded
a blowjob.

   Each girl agreed to do certain kinds of things with whoever won the
favors each week, so some times the boys were motivated more than other
times.  It all depended on who was going to be giving the blow job, hand
jobs and kisses each week.  Mandy, being the captain of the squad and all,
was exempt from performing the favors on a routine basis.  She would
sometimes step in and do the kissing, if a player had done something
particularly spectacular.  She hadn't yet taken over on a hand job, though
she made it known she might.

   She didn't give blow jobs, she told the girls, because she wore braces
and it was difficult to clean up afterward.

   But the main reason she was exempt from routine favors was because her
girls were saving her for the grand finale'.  Without telling Mandy, they
let it be known through whispers and innuendo, that Mandy would be
rewarding the boy who scored the winning point in the State Championship.

   And that reward was sleeping with him!

   When Mandy first heard about it, she was pissed, but she couldn't
identify who had spread the rumors.  She knew that the other girls on the
squad had helped the rumors get around, but since they all thought she
slept around anyway, she couldn't blame them all that much.

   After all, whoever the lucky boy was, it would be somebody from the
backfield, or one of the pass catchers, and Mandy had been on dates with
most of them anyway.

   Unknown to the girls, though, Mandy was terrified, because even if it
WAS one of the boys she'd been out with, they would now expect her to fuck
them.  Her carefully laid plans of saving herself for that special boy
might go up in smoke.

   If, of course, they WON the State Championship.  Which wasn't likely,
right?

   How likely was it that they'd win THIS year?  The last time they'd won
had been over 20 years ago.  They almost always did well, but winning
State? That was a different thing.  She decided not to worry about it.

   Until they made the playoffs.

   And then made the quarterfinals.

   And then crushed West to get into the semifinals.

   The night they beat undefeated Walton High School, and were announced as
one of the two best teams in the State, was at once one of the happiest and
most panic filled nights she'd ever experienced.  They were now the team
that would play the winner of the game between East Central and Rollinsburg
High Schools ...  for the State Championship ...  and for Mandy's
virginity.

   That was the night that, after the celebration, when she finally got
home, she went to see her brother Bobby.

   Bobby was ON the team.  He was the starting center, in fact.  He would
have as good an idea as anyone of what their chances were against the two
teams they might have to play.  She changed into her nightgown, which
consisted of a pair of panties and what used to be an oversized T shirt. 
Now it came only to the tops of her panties.  Her nipples showed through
the shirt, but she didn't notice that.  Not around home.

   He was listening to music while he played a computer game, wearing only
a pair of gym shorts because the heat was on high.  Neither of them had to
go anywhere the next day, so neither was in a hurry to get to bed. 
Besides, they were still dealing with the remnants of the adrenaline rush
both had experienced during the game.  She didn't knock.  Neither of them
ever did.

   He looked up.  "Hey" he said, his voice neutral.  They had, at one time,
been the best of friends, but had drifted apart since they got into High
School.  Since Bobby was a year younger than his sister, he had expected
her to prep him for High School and pave his way into the popular crowd.

   She hadn't, and it had hurt him.  He had made his own way, getting the
respect he wanted by being a solid player and a good student.  He too
planned on going to college, but it was for Agriculture.  He planned on
joining Mary on the farm after college.  If Football would put him through
college, so much the better.

   Then he'd begun hearing the rumors about his sister being a slut.  He
watched her for a long time, trying to figure out if the rumors were true
or not.  He didn't see any real evidence to support them.  He knew
bullshitting when he heard it, and the guys who claimed to have screwed her
were bullshitting.  That much he believed.

   But she never batted an eye, never asked him to crush some guy's gonads
for lying.  She just wagged her pretty ass as she walked down the hallway,
and wore string bikini's in the summer.  One time he'd snuck into her room
while she wasn't there and gone through her stuff.  He had not found any
birth control pills.  All the panties he'd found were plain functional
cotton or rayon panties, nothing special.  He found very few bras.  She
hated them and when she had to wear one, wore a sports bra.  There was
nothing like Victoria's Secret type stuff that would tease a guy.

   In short he was confused about what she was really doing.  He'd heard
the rumor about what she was going to pay off after the State win, but like
her he'd doubted she'd have to pay off at all.

   But when she came into his room, looking unsettled, and even a little
afraid, he had a pretty good idea why.

   Mandy paced.  "Hey" she said automatically.  She turned around and said
"Great Game".

   He nodded.  "I almost missed a snap.  But I got it there in time."

   She hadn't heard a word he'd said, and it showed.  "I need to ask you a
question." she said.

   "Let me guess" he said.  "You want to know if we're going to take
State."

   "How'd you know that was it?" she asked him, surprised.

   "You look nervous and I'm on the team.  I know about the payoff, just
like everybody else.  You want to know if you're going to have to pay up."

   She blushed and looked down.  "Yeah." was all she said.

   "What's the big deal?" he said.  "According to what I hear you've been
falling over backwards for everybody who goes out with you."

   He didn't mean it to sound cruel, but it did.  Part of his problem was
that the linemen, who made every win possible, never got anything from the
cheerleaders, and it pissed them off.  It was an old saying 'Linemen always
get screwed, but never by the girls'.

   He could tell immediately, though, that something was bad wrong.  His
sister, his BIG sister, a year older than him, wise and worldly, began to
leak huge crocodile tears that ran down her flawless tanned cheeks right in
front of him.

   "Hey!" he said, putting down the earphones and standing up.  "Come on,
what's wrong Mandy?  I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He walked up to
her and, to his amazement, she threw herself at him, hugging him tight.

   "I ..  don't ..  do ..  all those ...  things ..  I'm ..  I've .. 
never" she sobbed so hard she couldn't talk.

   Bobby hugged her close and tight.  "Hey, whatever it is it's OK" he said
soothingly.  "If you want me to break anybody's legs or something, just say
the name.  What' got you so upset?  Is it me?"

   "Noooo" she sobbed "Except that you believe it all too" she burst into
tears again.  "I ..  th..th..thought you ...  knew ..  me better ..  than
...thaaaat" she bawled.

   Bobby began to get a glimmer of what she was upset about.  "You mean ...
all those guys ...  they were lying?" she nodded, sniffling and he held her
tighter.

   "I DO have some legs to break!" he growled.

   Mandy shook her head "No.  It's as much my fault as it was theirs.  I
let them lie about me because ...  well because it's just easier to deal
with that than have everybody think you're Miss Goody Two Shoes." She
stamped her foot, just barely missing his.  "How many popular girls do you
know who have a reputation for being virgins?" Her eyes flashed.

   "You mean you've never ...?"

   She shook her head emphatically.

   "Not EVER?" he said.

   "No" she said in a very small voice and began sniffling again.  "But if
we WIN that STUPID game next Saturday I'll HAVE to and I don't think I WANT
to and ..." she started to cloud up again.

   "Not even one little time?" said Bobby, finding it hard to believe that
his sexy older sister had never had sex even once.

   "BOBBY RAY WILSON.  You take that back THIS INSTANT!!" she snapped and
he held up his hands in surrender.

   "OK, OK, I didn't mean it.  Don't get your panties in a wad.  Besides,
you don't have to do ANYTHING you don't want to."

   "Yes I do" she moaned.  "If I don't come through the whole school will
find out and then they'll figure out why and nobody will ever talk to me
again and my WHOLE LIFE WILL BE RUINED!"

   "So what are you going to do?" he said.

   "Are we gonna win?" she asked, anguish in her voice.

   "I think we are.  Yes.  We are SO fired up about this.  I think we can
take either team." he said, truthfully.

   "Shit!" she swore.

   Bobby raised an eyebrow.  He'd never heard his sister use that word
before.  She really WAS upset by all of this.  "Look," he said.  "I'll just
talk to the guys and tell them that it's just too cheap a deal ...  NO! 
WAIT!  I have a GREAT idea!  We tell them our parents heard about the deal
and they're going to send you off to a convent if we win."

   Mandy smiled at him and her heart warmed.  He cared, even if he was
stupid.

   "Nice try Einstein" she said.  "But if Mom and Dad really did hear about
this do you think for even one instant that they'd even let me stay on the
squad?  Much less go to the game."

   He was downcast.  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  It was a stupid idea."

   She hugged him back "No, it was a sweet idea.  I'd forgotten how
thoughtful you can be." She was quiet for a while.  "What happened to us
Bobby?" she said.  "We used to have such a good time together."

   "I don't know" he said.  "You went to High School and just seemed to
forget all about me."

   "That's not true" she said, shocked.  "I'm PROUD of you."

   "You never introduced me to any girls, you never introduced me to any of
the guys your age - some of them didn't even know I was your brother until
I tried out for the team - you never invited me on any of your dates ... 
nothing." he said.

   The shocked look was still on her face.  "Oh Bobby, I'm so sorry.  I've
been such a bitch, trying to be popular and all that crap.  Can you forgive
me?"

   "Sure, but now that I know how you REALLY feel, I'm going to have to do
something about this bet thing.  I can't let some guy pork my sister
because he THINKS she's a slut, when in fact she's NOT one at all."

   "Maybe we won't win." she said glumly.

   "I wouldn't count on that." he said.  "Don't worry, if worse comes to
worse you can always claim you caught Herpes or something." He laughed at
the look of horror on her face.  "It might stop all the guys from trying to
get in your pants" he grinned.

   "Yeah, and our parents wouldn't hear about that, now would they?" she
said sarcastically.  "I'll think of something.  Try not to help me unless I
ask for it, OK, Einstein?"

   They both laughed then and hugged again.  Bobby couldn't help but notice
the body that every other boy in school dreamed about.  Her big breasts
WERE soft and natural feeling against his chest, and her hips were round
and sexy.  His cock stiffened almost instantly.

   Mandy felt her brother's penis poke her in the front of her panties,
right above her pussy.  She pushed him back and looked down at the bulge in
his shorts.  "BOBBY!!" she squealed.  "NOT YOU TOO!!!"

   He grinned sheepishly.  "Sorry Mandy.  Don't hate me for being a guy.  I
hugged a beautiful girl who I like very much, who just happened to be close
to naked.  My little head doesn't know the difference between 'sister' and
'woman'."

   "I guess NOT!" she said, but there was no heat in her voice.  She was
even flattered a little.  "Thanks for your shoulder to cry on.  See you
later."

   Mandy went back to her room a little confused.  Lots of guys had hugged
her and pushed against her.  She didn't let them put their hands on her
pussy.  She knew how good that felt and she knew that if she let them do
that she'd eventually let them do lots more.  So her brother's penis was
the first warm stiff one that had ever really made good contact with her
sex.  And the funny part was that it had felt GOOD!  'Maybe I have a little
head too' she quipped to herself.

   The fact was that she couldn't just forget about it.  She ended up, like
she did on many occasions, sliding her hand into her panties and slipping
two fingers into her pussy.  A few rubs, several jerks and some pressure on
her clitty brought her a nice slow orgasm that put her in the mood for
sleep.

   Mandy just ignored all the chatter about how they were going to win and
she was going to 'get' to fuck the guy who won them the State championship.
She tried not to act any different, not knowing how else to act.  To most
kids she looked like the confident, worldly Head Cheerleader who was going
to get her pussy stuffed ..  again.  There were a whole bunch of boys who
wished they'd gone out for the team.

   The night came.  It was an away game, played in the big stadium of the
State College.  There were thousands of fans there from both sides.  What
should have made Mandy nervous was performing in front of such crowds.  But
she went through the routines almost mechanically.  Practice paid off and
the squad did all their tricks and stunts flawlessly.  Her mind was on the
play on the field.

   Unfortunately, from her perspective, the team was playing flawlessly
too. At halftime, Roger Benson, the Quarterback, waltzed up to her in front
of the rest of the squad and said "Grease it up Mandy, because I'm going to
show you what it's like to be with a real man tonight." He laughed and
postured in front of the girls, cupping his basket.

   Mandy somehow maintained her composure and only drawled "You wish,
Roger. But if you really want to win this game you'd better give the ball
to somebody else, cause I've seen you run."

   The girls all hooted and screeched as he got red in the face and turned
around, muttering "Bitch" under his breath.  But he determined, right then
and there, that HE would carry that ball over the goal line for the winning
play, no matter what the coach ordered.  He WOULD fuck that bitch, and he'd
make her scream!  It didn't seem ironic to him at all that he stuck his
hand repeatedly in the crotch of her brother all night.  In fact, he wasn't
even smart enough to notice that there was something ironic going on.

   Their opponent was East Central, and they were good.  They didn't have
the line that the Mustangs did, but their quarterback could throw.  Roger
appeared to have the claim on Mandy's pussy when he kept the ball on an end
run during the point after and put the Mustangs up by two.  But when, late
in the final quarter, Fred Hawk, a Mustang linebacker committed a personal
foul and the ball was moved halfway to the goal line, East Central was were
good enough to score a field goal that put THEM a point ahead.  They were
good enough to hold the Mustangs to short advances until there were only 23
seconds left to play.

   The ball was at the 50, and if the Mustangs could get another 20 yards
or so and kick a field goal of their own, the game was theirs.

   But to do it they had to throw the ball.  They were out of time outs.

   Mandy's heart was pounding.  If the field goal got kicked, she owed her
virginity to the kicker, Ricky Anderson, who was a vain and mean senior who
had gotten ugly with her when she turned him down for a date.  She couldn't
stand the thought of him rutting between her legs.

   Bobby snapped the ball and Roger lofted it to Fred Hawks, but he got
nailed as he let it go and it was a little high and off course.  Like a bad
movie, a player from East Central was there and intercepted the ball.  All
he had to do was fall on it and run out the time.  Mandy's heart leapt as
high as the guy who caught that ball.

   The player, though, wanted to make a name for himself.  He wanted to
score.  He had visions of glory in his eyes.  Maybe there was a pussy bet
with his team's cheerleaders.  For whatever reason ...  he ran.

   Bobby and the right guard, Jim Temple, had often worked together to run
down the man with the ball.  They reacted and headed for the ball.  Jim got
there first and hit the guy hard on the front of the thighs.  The ball
carrier, thinking he could hurdle Jim, didn't hurdle high enough and Jim
caught him in one of those plays you see on "Ouch, that had to hurt"
videos. The ball popped free as the carrier from East Central did a
somersault and landed flat on his back.

   As the whole stadium could plainly see, the ball had come out of his
hands before he hit the ground.  It was a free ball.

   Bobby had watched Jim hit the guy.  He thought it was over, but to his
never ending surprise, the ball suddenly appeared in the air right in front
of him.

   Instinct made him grab it.

   Training made him run.

   Knowing that if he made this score his team would win and his sister's
virginity would be safe made him vicious.

   He broke three tackles and got one good block.  24 seconds after he
snapped the ball, he carried it over the goal line.

   It seemed like the whole world exploded.  The celebration started
immediately and Bobby was carried all over the field by his teammates.  It
took an hour before enough order could be established to get the kids back
on the bus and headed home with their trophy.

   Bobby was holding court in the front of the bus.  Mandy was in the back
with some of the girls.  Roger stood up and said "I'm going to go back
there and get my winnings".  Somebody said "What winnings" and Roger
answered "I got the last points of the game that weren't done by her
brother, so I get that pussy!"

   It got very quiet in the front of the bus.  Word reached the back what
was happening and Mandy froze.

   Bobby said loudly "If I recall, the rights to that pussy, Roger, go to
the man who scored the WINNING points.  That would be ME Roger, so it seems
to me that I get to decide who gets that pussy."

   It was deathly quiet now.  Bobby went on and the whole bus heard him. 
"And Roger, buddy, I am sorry to say this, but you are most definitely NOT
going to be the guy I award my rights to!"

   Laughter exploded and Roger seethed.  "Fuck you Wilson" he shouted. 
"And I'll fuck your sister too!" He headed toward the back of the bus.  It
got quiet again and everybody watched as Roger approached Mandy.  "You're
mine, BITCH!" he shouted.

   Several things happened.  Bobby jumped up and followed Roger down the
aisle.  No one tried to stop him.  Mandy, who was sitting on the aisle,
brought her tennis-shoed foot up and snapped it forward into Roger's balls.
He had changed into street clothes and no longer had on a cup.  She was a
healthy girl, with strong cheerleader legs.  Two of the cheerleaders,
finally coming to their senses, stood up and hovered over Mandy
protectively.

   Roger went down like a sack of cement.  His piteous groans were music in
Mandy's ears.  Several people laughed.  Bobby stopped.  In the dark no one
could see the shock on his face.

   Mandy stood up slowly.  "Bobby?" she said sweetly.  You could have heard
a pin drop.  "My pussy is my own, and I'll be the one to decide who gets it
and who doesn't.  You can go sit down now little brother."

   It was a riot after that.  People laughed and cried and gave Bobby a
hard time, talking to him in falsetto voices, mimicking his sister, but he
didn't care.  He knew by the tone of her voice that she wasn't mad at him.
They left Roger where he was.  He eventually got up and hobbled back to the
front of the bus, but the snot was gone from his manner.

   Four hours later Mandy and Bobby got in their old car and Mandy drove
them home.  It was quiet in the car, but it was an easy quiet, after all
the noise and confusion of the night.  They expected their parents to be
home.  They had driven to the game with a bunch of other parents, and
should have been back long ago, but the house was dark.  The phone was
flashing at them when they went in.  It was a message from their mother.  A
bunch of the parents had decided to celebrate and had rented motel rooms to
stay the night because they were all going to get roaring drunk.  She
cautioned them not to do the same and hung up.

   Bobby was lying on his bed, reading and listening to music to fall
asleep to when Mandy came in his door.  She was wearing a T shirt that fit
better and hung to her thighs.  He pulled the headphones off.  She looked
delicious in the shirt, with her hair down, out of the ponytail she'd been
wearing.  "Hey" he said.

   "I came to thank you" she said, walking toward him.

   "No problem.  Who'd have thought it?" he quipped.

   "No, I mean it Bobby, you saved me, and I love you for it." her eyes
were liquid in the dim light thrown by his reading lamp.

   She was standing right by the bed now.  The light highlighted her
nipples in the shirt and she smelled good.  Bobby groaned inwardly as he
felt his cock start to do its thing.  He put the book down, open, across
his gym shorts.  "Like I said, no problem."

   Mandy leaned over and very deliberately kissed her brother on the lips.
Hers were warm and soft.  His were tight and surprised.  Her tongue flicked
out and licked the crease of his lips, seeking entry.  He gasped and her
tongue darted into his mouth.  Her hand came to rest on his hard stomach
and slid lower, heading for his stiffening cock.

   When her hand hit the waistband of his shorts she broke the kiss.  But
her hand kept going.  While she stared him in the eyes, her hand slid under
the elastic, through the nest of hair and onto his cock.  In the time it
took her to do all this, he was rock hard.

   "Mandy" he breathed "What are you doing?"

   "I'm paying off on the bet, little brother." she said, slowly fisting
his cock and stroking it once.

   "You ..  you can't do that." he gasped.

   "Why not?  You won the game.  You scored the winning points.  You are
the victor and I am the spoils." She stroked him again and his hips moved.
It felt fantastic to have her hand on him.

   "You don't have to do this Mandy" he huffed.  "Remember?  I saved you.
You don't have to do anything." he moaned.

   "I know you saved me.  You saved me twice.  Once from that horrible
Ricky Anderson, and again from Roger on the bus.  And I love you for it,
and I want to show you how much I love you for it." Her hand disappeared
from his shorts and she lifted the T shirt.  She was naked underneath it.

   Bobby hissed a breath.  He knew she was gorgeous, but he'd never seen
her like this.  Her breasts were round and heavy, sagging just a little. 
The nipples were upturned and looked off in slightly different directions.
They were hard and long and mouth watering.  Her flat stomach drew the
attention to her sparse blond bush.  It was trimmed to a thin line of hair
that allowed her to wear all those teeny bikinis.  Below that were her
pouting pussy lips.  They were swollen now, and had a sheen that made them
look slightly wet.

   "Bobby" she said softly.  "I meant what I said on the bus.  My pussy is
mine, and I'll give it to whom I want.  And I want to give it to you Bobby,
for saving me and for winning the game." He lay frozen as she flicked the
book off his lap and grasped the waistband of his shorts.  She pulled and
some automatic reflex made him lift his hips.  His rampant prick flopped as
it cleared the fabric.  It stood straight out.  It wanted pussy.

   "But Mandy, you're my sisteeeeEEEAAAHHHHH" he screamed as her mouth came
down on his steely rod.  She sucked it lovingly and fondled his balls,
hefting them, cradling them, massaging the heavy sack.  His hand came to
her hair and he gripped it.  But he couldn't make himself lift her head
off. She sucked on the knob and twirled her tongue all over it before
pulling off while sucking it hard.  There was a 'pop' sound as she raised
her head.

   "I've never done that before Bobby, not for anybody." She leaned over
and kissed him again.  This time his tongue was ready and he gave it to her
as she crawled over his hips and settled her pussy down right on his balls.
She pulled back and reached between them for his cock.  "And I've never
done this before either, Bobby" she said as she lifted herself slightly and
notched his cock tip in her pussy.  "Or this" she moaned as she started
letting her weight down.  "OOhhhh fuck ...  or thiiiiiissssss" she wailed
as he felt his cock go in her until her pussy was once again sitting on his
balls.

   Bobby was a virgin too.  Well, he had been.  He was in shock.  He didn't
know what to do.  But his little head did.  It throbbed, swelled, and the
piss slit that was parked right next to the mouth of his sister's womb
opened up to make room for a long silver streak of his semen which blasted
against her cervical lips and ricocheted into her womb.  That was followed
by four more healthy virile ropes of sticky sperm that thoroughly coated
Mandy's womb walls and filled the end of her pussy.

   Mandy felt the heat and wet of his discharge and knew what it was.  She
thrilled to the feel of her lover's sperm soaking in her innermost parts.
He was still rock hard and she knew that, after the initial pain of entry,
it would feel very very good to feel him moving in her.  So she fucked him
for 60 seconds or so, gasping at the pleasure, before collapsing on him and
rolling, pulling him on top of her as she spread her legs.  Both of them
were athletic and the roll ended up with him still balls deep in her.

   His own instincts took over and he mated with his sister.  He pounded
her until she screamed out her joy, having one orgasm on top of another. 
He'd just cum, and he had fifteen minutes of hardon left in him before he
felt the urge to fertilize her again.  She was chanting "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE
YOU, I LOVE YOU" and he groaned as he buried his tool one last time and let
his seed flow again into her receptive slot.

   It was an interesting night.  They couldn't get enough of each other. 
Mandy had always had a hot pussy, and she'd been right that if she let boys
touch it she'd have let them fuck it.  When Bobby discovered how sensitive
her nipples were he took great delight in getting her through an orgasm
just by touching and sucking them and not touching her anywhere else.  For
months after that, if he could get to her nipples, she'd spread her legs
for him, even if she was mad at him when they started.

   But he didn't have to try very hard to get Mandy to spread her legs for
him.  She still went out on dates, but when she got home, her pussy was his
and he regularly fucked it and came in it.

   Her college plans went on hold when her belly began swelling.  She and
Bobby knew whose baby was growing and would soon be kicking in her, but all
the kids in school just nodded their heads and said "The slut got what was
coming to her.  There was a sudden dearth of boys who would claim to have
gotten into her panties, since no one wanted to be named the father.

   She didn't mind being pregnant, simply because that meant no boys wanted
to take her out any more and she got to spend more time at home with Bobby.

   Her parents were pretty angry about it, but when Mary maintained that
there was a permanent place for Mandy at the ranch, with room for children,
Mandy just smiled.

   ***************************************

   Kevin was four years old, and was playing cowboy when a car drove into
the yard.  Kevin, not afraid of anybody, walked toward the car.  A tall man
got out and smiled at him.  Suddenly, Kevin's momma came running out of the
house and almost knocked the man down hugging him and kissing him and
yelling "Bobbeeeee" at the top of her lungs.  Aunt Mary came out on the
porch and shook her head in a way that Kevin would someday know meant she
had just found out something she thought was true, was actually true.

   Then momma was squatting in front of him.  "Kevin, honey, I want you to
meet your papa.  He just graduated from college and he's going to live with
us now.  Isn't that great?  And you can have a baby sister and a baby
brother and another baby sister and ..."

   Kevin didn't know about all those babies crawling around the place, but
the way his papa was kissing his momma looked like they were having a good
time.
   He went to join them and get a hug of his own.
