AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is dedicated to Esteban, who is rumored to actually
have provided Jennifer, Ana Lim, Melissa and Joanne with a genuine rubber
replica of that part of him they have a particular appreciation for.  Well,
actually, it's dedicated to the women, because they told me about it ... 
and about using them.

   And in my head I couldn't help but hear singing ...  coming from the
bathtub ...  as each of the women bathed, when Esteban was unavailable
because he was at work, or maybe with one of the others.  And the song was
a tune we all know : "Rubber Ducky, I Love You", though the words in my
head were slightly different.

   Esteban also has a proclivity to keep each one of them either pregnant
or lactating, which those of you who read my stories know would trip my
trigger.  I hope this story trips yours.

   Bob

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   Rubber Dicky, I Love You

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Brandy Thurston was really enjoying her first year of college, even
though most of the courses she had to take were boring.  She'd been an A
student all through High School, primarily because her mother was such a
close-minded ice queen.  Brandy remembered the almost atomic arguments
Linda and Charles Thurston had gotten into over their daughter, and whether
she should be allowed to date or not, whether she should have a curfew or
not, what kind of clothing she should be allowed to wear, whether she
should be allowed to take sex education or not and even whether she should
be allowed to go to college.  Her mother came down on the negative side of
every argument, while her father argued hard to "let the girl live a
little".

   But Linda Thurston had been drawn into a philosophy that the only time a
woman should engage in sex was when she was trying to conceive a baby. 
Since Brandy wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, she had no need for sex
education, or slinky clothing and it was Linda's personal project to ensure
her daughter stayed a virgin until she was married AND the couple could
afford to have children.

   Brandy asked her mother one day how she was supposed to meet her future
husband, and then how to know that he WAS her future husband, if she was
never allowed to date.  Her mother's response was "You leave that to me. 
I'll tell you when it's time."

   So Brandy had a lot of time to study, and she was much better educated
than most of the rest of her classmates at graduation.  When Brandy was
offered a full scholarship at the University of Oklahoma at Norman, which
was just down the road from Shawnee, where her parents lived, the argument
was so ugly that her mother walked out, calling both her husband and her
daughter "Heathens".  She tried to take Bobby, Brandy's seventeen year old
brother with her, but Bobby, having endured the same rules as Brandy, told
his mother to have a nice life and call him on his birthdays.  Divorce
papers had come in UPS within two weeks, filed by lawyers known to be
associated with a certain cult in Tulsa, demanding seventy-five percent of
the family assets, to be deposited in a numbered account.

   Charles fought it in court, and when Linda ranted about the "horrible
things" her husband wanted the children to be able to do, like go to the
mall, or for sleepovers, or to college, the judge granted the divorce
awarding her her clothing and three books.  She was ordered to return her
$5000 wedding set to Charles.  Her plea for custody was denied, and the
judge further ordered that she approach no further than one thousand feet
to her former home without express written permission from Charles.  When
the judge questioned the children about what they wanted in terms of
visitation, they asked that they be allowed to decline a visit if it
interfered with plans they had made.  In the months to come, Brandy and
Bobby both met with their mother once, but after that were almost always
too busy to see her.

   By the time the divorce was final, Brandy was ready to go off to school,
so she still didn't have an opportunity to date.  Once at college she was
shy around boys, feeling she didn't know enough to date successfully. 
Besides, she still had to study, and dorm life made that more difficult
than she'd thought it would.

   The winter break had been good.  It had been wonderful to be with her
father and brother, back home, without a raving mother to ruin every plan.
She even got to spend some time with her Uncle Bob, who her brother was
named after.  He was her mother's brother, but he'd become thoroughly
disgusted with her ranting too.  It was fun going places with them.  She
went skating with her brother, and to movies with Uncle Bob.  Her father
took her to museums and out for ice cream.  And the rest of the time they
played board games at home, or watched videos.  She was almost sorry to
have to go back to school.

   In her second semester of college, she took the class that would change
her life forever.  It was Biology.  She'd taken Biology in High School, so
the material wasn't that surprising.  She was going over a list of
suggested topics for term papers when she saw "Comparative Anatomy." She
didn't understand what that meant, so she approached the graduate student
who taught the class.  Her name was Mary.

   "Mary?  Can I ask you a question?" began Brandy.

   "Sure." said Mary.

   "What exactly is "comparative anatomy"?" asked Brandy.

   "Well, one example would be a comparison of muscle development between
two cultures.  Let's say you looked at muscle development for Appalachian
coal miners, compared to Bantu warriors in Africa.  What kind of muscle
does each need for the culture and subculture in which they live and work?
Is it different, or the same?  I know one student last year did a
comparison of breast sizes in the family, going back three generations,
trying to see if breast size changed, and if that change could be credited
to the changing diet and culture in America.  Something like that." Mary
looked questioningly at Brandy, to see if her question had been answered.

   "She compared her breasts to her mother's and Grandmother's?" asked
Brandy, amazed.

   "Actually it was a guy who did the project.  He compared his sister to
his mother to his Grandmother."

   "And that was OK?" asked Brandy in disbelief.

   "Actually, the professor loved it.  Said it was innovative and
interesting.  Of course I just think he liked looking at the pictures of
the breasts, but the guy got an A."

   "He took PICTURES of his sister's ...  his mother's ...  his
GRANDMOTHER'S ...  breasts!?" gasped Brandy.

   "That he did." said Mary.  "Does that give you any ideas?"

   "Um, yeah, I'll figure something out." said Brandy, still shaken by the
mental image in her mind of Bobby taking pictures of her naked breasts. 
That would be just too weird.  Over the next couple of weeks she thought
about it, but couldn't come up with a firm plan.

   Then she went home for Spring Break and everything fell into place.  It
happened when she went to see her Uncle at work.  Uncle Bob was a dentist,
and it was time for her annual teeth cleaning, so she made the appointment
for when she'd be home.  He chatted with her as she sat in the chair,
commenting on what good shape her mouth was in and praising her for
flossing regularly.  An assistant brought in a mold she had just made of
another patient's teeth.  It was made of flesh colored rubbery stuff, and
Uncle Bob bent it, peering to see if the details was perfect.  Uncle Bob
explained this was a negative mold, that had been made by putting liquid
silicone into a horseshoe shaped trough.  Then it was pressed onto the
patient's teeth and left there while the liquid cured.  The result was a
negative of the teeth.  That could then be filled with plaster, and a
perfect positive copy of the teeth could be produced.  He showed her a
plaster mold and Brandy would have sworn they were real teeth, except that
the gums were white plaster too.

   Brandy was fascinated.  Here was a substance that was better than a
photograph.  It could be used to make exact copies of body parts.  She
could use this for her term project.  Maybe she could compare teeth in her
family.  When she asked Uncle Bob if that would be possible he smiled.

   "Sure sugar.  You just tell me what you want to do and I'll help you.  I
have tons of the stuff.  It's not all that expensive." That wasn't exactly
true, but Uncle Bob loved his beautiful niece and she had him wrapped
around her little finger.  He was fully aware that she did not know that,
but that was fine too.

   They say things happen in threes.  Being exposed to the latex molding
process was the first thing that happened to her.  The second was later
that night.  It was late, and everyone had gone to bed.  Brandy had been
reading, but got thirsty and got up to go get a drink of orange juice.  On
the way to the kitchen, she passed Bobby's room.  His door wasn't
completely closed and, as she glanced through it into the still lit room,
she froze.

   Bobby was masturbating.

   He was lying on his side, naked, on top of the covers.  He had a
magazine spread open beside him and was peering at it as his hand moved on
his cock.  He wasn't going fast, which surprised her.  She'd never seen a
boy do anything like this, but she'd heard of it, and had always assumed it
was a violent kind of thing, where the hand moved fast.  Instead he was
stroking himself slowly, almost lovingly.  He reached to turn a page of the
magazine, and she was able to see his penis completely.  It was much longer
than she thought a boy's penis would be and it was straight ...  hard.  It
was also much bigger around than she thought it would be.  Then his hand
covered it as he began stroking again.

   Brandy felt a tickle between her legs ...  as if she needed to scratch
herself.  But she knew that was no tickle.  She was reacting sexually to
her own brother.  She wasn't as much disgusted as she was surprised.  There
were boys at school who made her feel that way.  She held her breath as he
leaned over further, looking closely at something in the magazine.  Now his
hand DID speed up.  It kept speeding up until it suddenly DID look violent,
as if he just HAD to be hurting himself.

   Then he groaned and a silvery-white string of something shot out of the
end of his penis and landed on a T shirt that he had apparently spread out
on the bed just for this purpose.  There were more of those spurts and now
Brandy felt tingles in her breasts too.  Confused, she backed up and went
back to her room.

   She didn't feel thirsty any more.

   That was the second thing, in then string of three.  The third was the
next morning, when she walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and her
father was drying off after taking his own.  Her eyes took in HIS cock,
which was much SHORTER than she thought it should be.  It was only two
inches long, and had a narrow tip, but was much thicker where it met his
wiry nest of pubic hairs.  His balls were HUGE by comparison.  In the time
it took her to realize "Of COURSE!  He doesn't have an erection!  Of COURSE
it would look smaller!" she blushed and he stammered and she backed out of
the bathroom.  She took refuge in her room.

   The two penises had looked so completely different.  The comparison was
...  comparison ...  hmmm.

   Mary had said the boy had compared the women in his family to each other
...  their breasts.  Could she compare the men in her family?  Could she
compare their penises and arrive at some conclusion?  The thought brought
her butterflies in her belly ...  and a level of excitement that she found
hard to believe.  She could compare Bobby to her father.  Her Grandfather
was dead.  The only other male relative she had was her mother's brother,
Uncle Bob.  He wasn't in the blood line.  But Bobby was in his bloodline,
through their mother.  So maybe the hypothesis was that Bobby's penis
should look like a cross between Uncle Bob's and her Father's.

   Would they do it?  Would they let her compare them?  She thought about
the latex molding material.  Could she make molds of their penises?  Then
she could compare them side by side.  Hmmmmmm.

   It was two more hours before she finally fell asleep.

   Brandy chose her Uncle as the first person to approach about her idea.
It was Saturday and he was home, tying fishing flies when she found him
after coming in the front door.

   "Hey Uncle Bob" she said cheerily.

   "Hi good looking" said Bob.  It was an honest greeting.  As far as Bob
was concerned, she was the best looking girl he knew.  He got enough pussy
from the assistants at his practice to make up for never meeting the right
woman to marry and settle down with, but half the time he fantasized that
it was Brandy he was fucking as he sprayed one of the girls full of his
love offering.

   "Can I talk to you about something?" she asked.

   He looked up at the sound of her voice.  She sounded nervous.  "You know
you can talk to me about anything," he said.  "Always could, still can, and
always will be able to."

   "This is different," she said, still nervous.  "It's about my Biology
term project and its ...  well it's kind of ...  racy I guess."

   "Racy" he repeated.

   So she launched into the explanation, starting with what Mary had told
her about they guy who photographed breasts and compared them, and then
working up to how she saw Bobby with his dick in his hand, and then her
father's soft, smallish cock, and finally to how she wanted to make molds
of all three, including his own.

   During the explanation Bob tried to concentrate on tying a Red-faced
spinner.  It came out looking more like a wasp, and his dick was rock hard
when she finally went silent.  He darted a look at her, but she was looking
at the floor, her face sort of brick colored.

   "So that's what you want to make molds of," he said.

   "I think so." she confirmed, breathing again after realizing he wasn't
going to get mad ...  or laugh.  "Do you think it would work?"

   Bob put his tools down.  "Well, we'd have to make something to hold the
silicone in place while it dried.  You say you want the testicles too?"

   "Uh huh." said Brandy meekly.  "Is that OK?"

   "Well it makes it a little more of a challenge.  The easiest way to do
this, I think, is to take something like a two liter soda bottle and cut
the top off of it.  Then fill it with the silicone, and submerge the erect
penis and balls down into it.  By the time it had set up, the erection
would have softened.  It will have to, because that's the only way we'll be
able to get the mold off of the ...  ah ...  model.  The hard part will be
getting the balls out, because the silicone will be wrapped all the way
around them, and they don't shrink like an erection does.  But I think I
might have the answer to that too.  We can glue a small sheet of plastic to
the underside of the balls and that will make a separation point.  We can
pull the mold apart there, and the testicles should pop free.

   "It sounds complicated." said Brandy.  "What do you think?"

   Bob looked at her.  "Were you planning on being involved in making the
mold?"

   "You mean be right there?" she asked.  "Right there with a naked penis
...  a naked HARD penis?" It sounded like she had never thought about that
part.

   "Yes.  You would have to touch the model, and the other thing is that we
need the erection to be firm for three or four minutes after the process
starts.  Otherwise the silicone will sag inward before it cures enough to
hold its shape and you won't get a true mold."

   "How do we do that?" Brandy had already talked herself into believing
that she would be there when all this happened.

   "Why don't we try a trial run with me, and we'll see how things work. 
What do you think about that?" Uncle Bob looked at her expectantly.  He
already had an idea of how he wanted her to help him stay "firm" while the
mold cured.

   "OH!" she yipped.  "Could we REALLY?  OH yes please.  That would be so
cool!" Brandy jumped up and down.  Her luscious breasts bobbed and her
Uncle's cock rose to half staff.

   "I'm game if you are," he said.  I have some silicone out in the garage.
It's past it's expiration date for dental work, but I think it will work
fine for this." He went and got it, bringing back an empty two liter soda
bottle at the same time.  He got a pair of scissors and handed the bottle
to her.  "Why don't you cut that top off while I get ready." he suggested.

   Brandy tried to start cutting the bottle about halfway through but Bob
stopped her.  "Sweetheart, we need more depth than that." he said.

   Brandy looked at him, and at the six inches of bottle she had been
trying to cut off.  Was he longer than that?  She moved up two inches and
looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

   "Give it another inch." he suggested.

   Brandy made an "O" with her mouth, but did as he said, ending up with a
bottle that was about nine inches deep.

   "OK, now the only problem is that for the silicone to stay in the
bottle, we have to leave it upright.  That means I'll have to lie down on
something and ...  let it all hang out ...  so to speak.  He got three
dining room chairs and set them side by side, moving one about ten inches
apart from the others.  He lay down on his stomach across the chairs, with
his crotch in the ten inch gap.  "I think that might work" he said.  "Now,
find some books or something to put the bottle on so the top will be up
next to my skin."

   Brandy ran around gathering the thickest and largest books she could
find, stacking them up until they looked the right height.  She turned
around to tell her uncle it was ready and was shocked to find him standing
there naked.  Her eyes were drawn automatically to his penis, which was
about half hard and already six inches long.  It lay lightly on his balls,
which were hair covered and egg sized.  He was circumcised, and the head
was large and pointed.  After that the neck narrowed down, but then surged
back out as the shaft got larger.  It looked very interesting to Brandy. 
This was the closest she had ever come to one.  At least one that was
naked. She stared at it longer, trying to figure out why it she thought it
looked different than her brother's and her father's.  But she couldn't
decide.

   Bob unscrewed the caps of three bottles of dental silicone, which were
about the size of a pickle jar can.  Thinking of pickles made Brandy laugh.

   "What's so funny?" asked Uncle Bob.  He looked at his cock.  "What's
wrong with it?"

   Brandy laughed harder, feeling much better now.  "Nothing is wrong with
it!" she giggled.  "It's a perfectly fine penis.  I was just thinking of
pickles and it just seemed funny."

   "You think it looks like a PICKLE!?" said her uncle, trying to sound
hurt.

   "Nope!" laughed Brandy.  "Most pickles I've seen are BIGGER than that!"
She howled with laughter.

   "Well little miss pickle breath, come on over here and play with it a
little and get it hard and you'll see just what kind of pickle I can
produce!"

   Brandy stopped laughing.  "Play with it?" she asked.

   "Either that or you can take off your clothes.  That would make me hard
in a jiffy," he said, smiling.

   "Take off my clothes?" she said, her voice trembling.

   "Sweety, you're the sexiest woman I know.  If you were to get naked, or
play with my cock, I'd have the hardest erection of my life.  Isn't that
what we're trying to do here?"

   "Sexiest woman you know?" stammered Brandy.

   "Are you deaf woman?" said Bob in a snarling voice.  "Get Naked!"

   Brandy was so shocked at the whole idea of being naked with her uncle
... while HE was naked too ...  that she just did as she was told.  Her
hands flew to the buttons of her blouse, and when that dropped on the floor
she wiggled her hips to get her jeans over them.  Suddenly she was standing
in front of her uncle in just bra and panties.  She got shy.

   "I feel so funny" she moaned.

   "You look delicious." said Bob.  "See, progress already!"

   Brandy looked up and her eyes widened.  Now his penis was seven inches
long and standing almost straight out.  It pointed at her ...  panties now.
Her mind working overtime on images, she contemplated the image of his
penis pointing at what was under her panties.  She found that image very
erotic, to her surprise, and she felt a twinge of delightful ...  something
...  between her legs.

   "I think if you took off your bra, we might have a workable erection."
said Bob.

   Brandy started to say "My bra?" but caught herself.  Impetuously she
reached behind her and the bra snapped apart in the back.  She caught it
with her left hand, holding it to her breasts, but let it slip ...  lower
...  and lower ...  and lower ...  until she got the courage to just let it
fall to the floor.  She couldn't make herself look at her Uncle.

   He whistled.  Her eyes darted up then, easily, her fear of rejection
gone.  Somehow she had been afraid that he would think she was too small,
or too big, or that her breasts were ugly in some way.  She'd lived with
them most of her life, and they were no big deal to her.

   "Man!" he said in a husky voice.  "Those are the most beautiful tits
I've seen in years and years and years." Brandy thought "Tits ...  he
called them tits." It was a nasty word, a word her mother would have
slapped her face for it she'd ever have uttered it.  But it sounded ... 
sexy ...  coming from Uncle Bob's mouth.

   "Thank you." she whispered, embarrassed at his praise.

   "No, thank YOU" he said.  She looked at him and he was doing the same
thing Bobby had been doing last night.  He was sliding his hand up and down
his penis.  And now it WAS hard.  It was probably eight inches or a little
longer.  When he let go of it, it stood upward, like a cannon or something,
pointing up into the sky.  It looked ...  sexual ...  and for the first
time in her life, Brandy thought about what that thing was made to do ...
in her body.  A shudder went through her as she tried to imagine that,
stuffed inside her pussy.  That tingle in the very pussy she was thinking
of got stronger and she felt an urge to rub between her legs.

   "Shall we get started?" asked Bob.  "We don't want it to get soft."

   "What do I do?" asked the turned on girl.

   "I'll lie down and you slide the bottle up onto my penis." said Bob. 
"Then I'll have to lie still for about ten minutes until it sets up." Bob
mixed a second tube of something into the silicone in the bottle.  "This is
the hardener." He stopped, and then laughed.  "But I'm already hard, so I
guess YOU'RE the hardener." He stirred the mixture thoroughly and then
handed her the bottle and lay down on the chairs.  His erect phallus hung
down in the gap between the chairs, above the stack of books she had
prepared.  It still pointed toward his head a little.

   Brandy got to her knees, staring at the erect penis in front of her. 
Taking a breath she tried to put the bottle under his prick.  The stack of
books was in the way.  She moved it and got the bottle of stuff right below
him.  "Here goes" she said, her breath tight in her lungs.

   Then his penis was at the wrong angle.  Had it been pointing straight
down it would have been fine.  So Brandy had to tip the bottle a little.

   She moved the bottle up, fascinated as it contacted the sexual thing in
front of her.  It looked like he was forcing his prick into the liquid,
rather than what was actually happening.  With a convulsive movement she
brought the bottle up quickly and it enveloped his cock and balls.  She
scrabbled for the stack of books, and then her blouse, making a nest for
the bottle so it would stay tilted.  She ended up having to lean it against
a couple of books before carefully pulling her hands away.  As the bottle
settled into the nest of cloth, the liquid pulled away from his body she
saw some of his hairs, coated with silicone, become exposed.  She grimaced.

   "Uh ...  Uncle Bob?" she said.  She was thinking about Marjorie Tomkins,
at school, who had helped her remove some of her body hair with a hot wax
procedure.  She remembered how painful that was.

   "Yeah?" his voice was tight too.

   "What about your hair?" She let the question hang.

   "Shit." was his short reply.  "I forgot about that."

   "You want me to take it off?" She reached for the bottle.

   "It's already too late for that," he said.  "We may as well let it go.
The silicone is pretty slippery.  Maybe the hairs will pull free.  Uh oh."
he finished.

   "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "I'm starting to go limp.  It's too soon.  Get up here where I can see
you princess."

   "What?" she asked, confused.

   "I need to see you sweety.  I need to see those sweet tits of yours."

   "Oh!" she said, embarrassed.  She'd completely forgotten she was wearing
only panties.  She stood up and moved around to his head.  Her panties were
just about at his eye level and he craned his neck.

   "Man!  You're so hot Brandy!" he groaned.  "Could you take your panties
off baby?"

   "Uncle Bob!" she said, reproach in her voice.  "I don't think you're
supposed to feel that way about me!"

   "I can't help it baby" he said, an impetuous smile on his face.  "You're
a stone fox and if I wasn't your uncle I'd be trying to get in your panties
anyway.  Come on, it's for the project.  I need to stay hard for this to
work."

   Brandy felt that tremor in her pussy again.  Her thumbs hooked in the
waistband of her panties almost of their own volition.  She pushed
downward, exposing the top of her light brown pubes.

   "Oh yes." sighed Bob.  "Just a little further."

   Feeling wild, Brandy pushed the panties down and lifted one foot to step
out of them.  She stepped sideways with that foot, and her pussy was
exposed to her uncle.  "Oh fuck." said Bob.  "That's the prettiest pussy
I've ever seen."

   "UNCLE BOB!" complained Brandy.  But her voice didn't sound like she was
complaining a LOT.

   "You don't have to worry about the mold, honey," he said.  "I'm as hard
as I've ever been again.  Tell me something Brandy, do you ever play with
that pussy?"

   "UNCLE BOB!!" she squealed again.  "OF COURSE I DON'T!  MY MOTHER WOULD
JUST SHIT!" Her mouth snapped shut as she uttered that four letter word. 
She'd never said it out loud before.  She turned crimson again, the reddish
tint going clear down to the tops of her breasts.

   "Let me tell you something about your mother Brandy." said Bob, who was
her mother's brother.  "When we were kids she masturbated so much that our
parents took her to a shrink."

   Brandy was shocked into stillness.  "What?"

   "You heard me.  She stuck everything in the house up in her pussy. 
Candles, hairbrush handles, even cucumbers and bananas.  Our parents didn't
know about it until she got a dildo from one of her friends and masturbated
herself to sleep with it one night.  She left it lying beside her in the
bed and your Grandmother found it the next morning when she went to wake
her up for school."

   "MY mother?" asked Brandy, unbelieving.

   "That's right, princess.  Your mother.  My sister.  She let every boy in
the neighborhood crawl between her legs.  Our folks had her in therapy for
years.  That therapist convinced her there was something wrong with her. 
He put her on drugs and hypnosis and all kinds of stuff.  She started
acting all funny.  It wasn't until years later we found out he was fucking
her too."

   "MY MOTHER?" Brandy just couldn't fit her mother's face on the picture
her uncle was painting.

   "She was so messed up by it all that she never got over it.  That's why
she acted the way she acted with you.  She was convinced that sex was just
bad in every way.  Then that cult got a hold of her and they said it was
her duty to bear children.  She had you two, but your father was miserable
the rest of the time.  He loved her though, and put up with her until she
started ruining your and Bobby's lives too."

   Brandy sat down.  "Wow" she said, breathless.

   "I think we're done," he said, raising his chest off the chairs.  He
pushed himself up and Brandy leaned to one side to see the soda bottle lift
off the books.  "Shit that's heavy." said Bob as the weight transferred to
his cock and balls.  "FUCK!" he grunted.

   "What's wrong?" asked Brandy anxiously.

   "We forgot the thing to get it off my balls too," he groaned.  He
reached down and took the weight of the bottle in his hands.  He looked
funny walking around with a soda bottle sticking out where his penis should
be and Brandy giggled.

   "This isn't funny!" he groused.

   "I know.  I'm sorry.  It just looks funny."

   "Well, you're going to have to help me get this thing off.  Come with
me." he ordered.

   Brandy followed him to his fly tying workshop, where he rooted around in
a tool box and came up with a scalpel.  "You're going to have to make a
cut, to split the mold.  Obviously you need to be VERY careful.  I think if
you split it about to here ...", he pointed to a place on the side of the
bottle, "we can pull it apart and my balls will come free.  My cock's
already shrunk down, so that part shouldn't be any problem."

   "What if I cut you?" she asked anxiously.

   "Don't," he said simply.  "If you cut in far enough and leave just a
thin layer next to my skin, I think it will tear.  Just be careful," he
said.

   Bob went back into the living room and sat down on the couch, leaning
back with his legs spread.  He pulled the bottle up toward his face,
exposing the bottom side to Brandy, who knelt between his legs.  First she
cut the plastic, and peeled that off, leaving the bottle shaped mold. 
Then, carefully, she began slicing into that, in the area he had showed
her. Bob reached down and, with both hands, tried to pull the latex apart
as she cut it, exposing new material for her to slice into.

   "This is so strange" said Brandy, mostly to herself.

   "I don't even think Penthouse Forum would print this story." chuckled
Bob.

   Brandy frowned as she got deeper and deeper into the latex.  "I don't
know how close I'm getting," she said.  "I'm afraid I'll cut you."

   "Try poking the tip of the scalpel into the cut.  Go very slowly and
I'll tell you when I feel something," he said.

   For lack of any better plan, Brenda did that.  The first time she went
halfway up the length of the blade, and when he didn't say anything, she
sliced into the latex that deeply.  He was able to pull it apart and she
could see they had gotten almost two inches deep.  The next time, as the
scalpel blade got to the halfway point he jerked.

   "I think you're almost there," he said, a little breathlessly.

   Brandy cut in only a quarter of the length of the blade and told him to
pull.  She saw a tear open up, and could see flesh through it.

   "Oooo you're doing it!" she squealed.  "Keep pulling!"

   Now she helped him, pulling the split apart.  She told him to hold still
and reached in to flicked with the scalpel in a couple of places and then
it happened.  She could see his balls, or at least part of them.

   Bob began to try to pull his cock and balls out of the mold.  He stopped
almost immediately.  "Ow" he said shortly.  "The hairs are stuck inside."

   "What can I do?" asked Brandy.

   "I don't think there's anything you can do.  Go get a washcloth and run
it under hot water.  Wring it out and bring it back here."

   Brandy ran to do that and heard moans and groans, mixed with several
very bad words.  When she got back, though, the soda bottle shaped mold was
in his hands.  His cock was lying on his stomach.  There wasn't nearly as
much hair around it as there had been when they started.

   There were tears running down his face.

   "Oh you poor baby!" cooed Brandy as her maternal instincts kicked in. 
She dropped to her knees and spread the hot washcloth over his cock and
balls, surrounding them with warmth and dampness.  She molded the washcloth
around his cock and he sighed as the heat provided some relief.

   Bob looked down at his niece, kneeling naked between his thighs.  Her
hands were on his cock.  The fact there was a washcloth between her skin
and his didn't mean much, though and he felt the familiar tingle of blood
rushing into his sexual organ.

   For her part Brandy felt his cock begin to get firmer and looked up at
his face.  She knew she should stop touching him, but she didn't want to.

   "Is that better?" she asked.

   Bob decided to go for broke.  "It would be better now if you touched it
without the washcloth.  I need to know we haven't damaged anything," he
said.

   Brandy, not used to pure bullshit, laid the washcloth aside and took a
breath as her hands reached for the first penis she had ever touched.  She
took it in both hands, gently cupping it.  She was amazed at how soft the
skin felt.  It moved in strange ways too.  She remembered how her brother
had been rubbing it up and down and she tightened one hand, gripping his
cock.  Then she gave it an experimental stroke.

   "Ahhhhhhh" sighed Bob.

   "Is that OK?" she asked.

   "Keep going, baby." he sighed.

   "Uncle Bob, are you asking me to masturbate you?" asked Brandy, who was
fascinated with the thing in her hand, and had no intention to stop.  Some
part of her mother had made her ask the politically correct question.

   "Yes I am Brandy." admitted her uncle.

   "Oh ...  OK" said the part of Brandy that didn't want anything to do
with her mother and was very interested in what she was doing.

   Brandy watched as his cock got larger and larger and stiffer and stiffer
until it was rock hard.  Her amazement grew as the cock in her hand grew.
This was FUN!

   "Am I doing it right?" she asked.

   "You're doing it perfectly." he commended her.  "You want me to do you
while you do me?" he asked.

   Brandy was shocked.  The idea of her uncle playing with her pussy hadn't
occurred to her.  As it did, though, she realized that tingle in her pussy
was back and the urge to rub was back too.

   "Will it hurt?" she asked.

   "It might hurt if you have a tight cherry." he admitted.  "I assume by
the things you've said that you've never played with yourself, right?"

   "No, not really," she said.  "Mother told me my hair would all fall out
and I'd be bald for the rest of my life if I did that," she said.  "She
even showed me pictures of women that had happened to.  They had to wear
scarves on their heads."

   "Those were cancer patients honey." said her uncle, saddened by what his
sister had done to this poor girl.  "It was chemo and radiation therapy
that caused their hair to fall out, not masturbation."

   "If I let you ...  would you stop if I asked you to?" asked Brandy.

   "Of course.  I'll never do ANYTHING to you that you don't want me to."
said Uncle Bob.

   "OK then." said the innocent girl.

   Bob hopped up and grabbed her hand, leading her to his bedroom.  "We'll
be more comfortable in here ...  more room." he explained.

   Soon they were on the bed, side by side and her hand was wrapped around
his stiff cock again.  He slid his big callused hand between her arm and
her side, letting his wrist touch the side of one breast, and then slid it
down her side to her hip.  He rubbed the skin there and looked into her
eyes.

   "Kiss me" he said.

   Brandy had wanted to kiss a boy for as long as she could remember.  But
she'd never gotten the chance.  On the few dates she'd been out on in
college, she'd always been too scared to try kissing the boy, for fear
she'd mess it up, or do it wrong.  She leaned into her Uncle eagerly and
planted two pencil hard lips against his.  It didn't feel like anything
special.  She pulled away to see a smile in his eyes.

   "Try this" he said.  "Let your lips get loose ...  soft ...  and leave
them a little bit apart."

   Brandy leaned in again and his soft lips mashed against hers, moving
them across her teeth.  She felt a flash of heat shoot through her body as
he moved his lips on hers.  Now THIS she liked.

   While this was going on, he slipped his hand between her legs.

   Brandy felt his hand going where no man's hand had ever been, and
instinctively she raised one knee, opening herself up for him.  One of his
thick fingers slid between her pussy lips and scraped across something that
almost paralyzed her with the intensity of the feelings it caused.  Her
loins jerked in response and her mouth went "UH!" into his.

   Bob broke the kiss and let the tip of his finger find her virgin hole.
He felt her hymen at the bottom of the slit and pressed against it to test
it.  She jerked again, this time in pain and he withdrew.  He rubbed her
clit some more and her hips began vibrating and moving as he moaned into
his next kisses.  She had stopped jerking on him, but he didn't mind.  He
was having too much fun playing a sexual tune on this beautiful girl's
body. He began to feel her pussy getting slipperier and found her hole
again.  This time he slid his finger above her cherry, getting it into her
pussy up to the second knuckle before the thickness of his finger stretched
her enough to cause pain.

   "Ohhh that hurts" she complained.  "But it feels gooood too.  Can you go
in a little more?"

   "That's your cherry stretching." he told her.  "If I put my finger all
the way in it might tear your cherry and you wouldn't be a virgin any more.

   "Oh" she sighed.  "Try just a little more."

   Bob pushed deeper and she winced.  He couldn't tell if he'd torn it or
not.  Her pussy was so tight that all he could feel was her skin pressing
onto his finger.  He lay the base of his fingers on her clit and hooked the
finger that was in her.  Then he finger fucked her, moving the finger only
an inch in and out, but rubbing her clitty with every stroke.

   Brandy's hand left his cock completely as she rolled onto her back,
spreading her legs more.  She began panting.  Her perky upturned nipples,
on her cantaloupe sized breasts were right in front of Bob's face, and he
couldn't resist.  He leaned over and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

   Brandy's eyes popped open as she felt her uncle's mouth on her breast
and something inside of her seemed to break, like a bungee cord that was
stretched too far.  As it snapped, the feeling in her pussy intensified and
began to flow outward.  She heard herself let out an agonized groan as that
feeling washed through her body and into her brain, where it blasted
everything else out of her head.  All she could see, feel, or think about,
was that fantastic feeling in her pussy as his thick finger massaged her
inside.

   From Bob's vantage point, she went still, frozen.  Then her hips bounced
up off the bed as her back arched violently.  Her butt fell back to the bed
and her heels came up to her butt, digging into the bed.  Then her back
arched again and her pussy came up farther off the bed as her throat made a
noise that sounded more like it was coming from a coyote than a girl in her
late teens.  Air rushed in and out of her lungs as she gasped over and
over.

   Then she went limp.

   Bob left his finger right where it was.  Her orgasm had produced the
thick slick fluid that was designed to close up her vaginal channel, almost
gluing it shut so that if there was any sperm in there, it couldn't get
out. This organic "glue" stuck to his finger, sealing her pussy to it.  He
knew from experience that if he just pulled his finger out, it could cause
her pain as her sensitive tissues were pulled and stretched.  So he just
held her, his finger stuck up in her.  Her chest rose and fell rapidly as
she tried to get her breath.

   Finally she rolled her head and smiled at him.  "That was wonderful,"
she said.

   "I'm going to take my finger out of you now," he said.  He actually
pushed it in a little further to break the seal and she winced.  Once
broken, though, he could withdraw the digit easily.  She moaned a little as
he did so, acting unhappy that she was losing something that had brought
her so much pleasure.

   "Was that an orgasm?" she asked, her eyes half closed.

   "Yup" he said.  "Kind of fun, huh?"

   "And I won't go bald?"

   "Or crazy." he confirmed.

   "Thank you" she said.

   "Sweetheart, it was a fantasy come true.  I had just as good a time as
you did."

   "Did you have an orgasm too?" she asked.

   "No, but that's OK.  I had such a good time watching you I didn't even
notice."

   "But it's not fair if I get to feel good and you don't." She rolled over
to face him.  Her nakedness, her obvious comfort with BEING naked in bed
with him, made his cock like iron.  He wanted to fuck this beautiful nymph.
But that was out of the question.  His attention was caught by the end of
her next statement.  "...  anything I can do?"

   "You could masturbate me again," he said.  "That would help a lot."

   "OK!" she said brightly.  "I LIKE doing that!"

   She got up on her knees and leaned over him, grasping his cock and
rubbing sensually up and down.  "It still has little pieces of rubber stuck
to it." she noted as she jerked him.  Her hand felt so good.  He looked at
her hanging breasts.  He couldn't see her pussy, but the memory of how hot
and slick and tight it had felt fueled his cum.  She didn't have to jerk
him long.

   "OK Brandy, honey, I'm about to cum." he warned her.

   "Oh goody I want to see it," she said, looking straight down in the cock
she was jerking.  "Honey you need to back up." he warned her.

   To Brandy, "backing up" meant taking several steps backward.  She didn't
want to do that.  She wanted her hand around his penis when it started
doing whatever it was going to do.  Never having had sex ed, and not having
a clear idea of what an 'ejaculation' was, the only thing she could compare
it to was her own orgasm, which had made her feel so fantastic.

   So, when a long stream of semen rocketed out of his cock and splatted
right on her right cheek ...  Brandy was surprised.

   Now the natural thing to do when you're surprised is to gasp.  It gets
air into your lungs to fuel the fight or flight reaction that kicks in when
the "surprise" sign lights up in your brain.  To gasp requires that you
take air in quickly.  You can't do that through your nose, so the normal
thing to do when gasping is to open your mouth and take air in through
that.

   Brandy was normal.  Her mouth opened and she gasped.  His second shot of
sperm promptly blasted right into her mouth.

   There is another automatic reaction we should mention here.  When
something gets in your mouth, even if it's a foreign object, like say a
chip of wood, or a bug or something the wind blew there, the natural thing
to do is close your mouth.  That's actually to keep MORE of whatever from
getting into your mouth.  But in the process, you automatically taste
whatever it is that already got there.

   If it tastes bad you spit and hack and maybe even cough.  If it has a
neutral taste, like a chip of wood, you usually explore it with your tongue
and teeth to try and figure out what it is, or to get it in position to
take it out of your mouth.  We don't usually just spit.  That's because,
for some unknown reason, we always want to know just exactly what it was
that got into our mouth.

   Brandy was normal.  Her mouth closed and she tasted her uncle's semen.
While it wasn't exactly a neutral taste, it wasn't something horrible
either and she had no automatic urge to spit.  Her tongue and teeth tried
to analyze the substance, but by the time she figured out what had
happened, her third normal response had kicked in.

   She swallowed.

   That happened about the time Bob's third jet of spunk splatted right
where she'd have a moustache if she were a male.

   The part of her brain that married up Bob's warning "Move back" with the
facts and circumstances she was experiencing, and she sat up.  Bob's sperm
promptly dripped off her face and fell on her perfect teenage breasts.  One
long drooping drip went between her breasts, stuck to her belly button and
began oozing its way down her abdomen like it knew where it was REALLY
supposed to be, and was trying its best to somehow get there.

   For Bob, seeing his cum on his niece's face, and hearing her gulping
swallow ...  well, at that point he felt he could die happy right then and
there.

   The "EWWWWW" factor set in, however, and both of Brandy's hands started
flopping out from her sides.  While that mysterious substance didn't taste
bad, she wasn't wild about having it all over her face.

   "Hang on baby" said her Uncle Bob in a calm voice.  "I'll get something
to clean you up." He hopped up off the bed and got a warm wash cloth, when
he then cleaned her up with as she calmed down.

   When he was done he put the cloth down.  "Sorry baby.  I should have
given you more information," he said.

   Brandy, with a typical teenage attention span, said "Oh, it's OK.  It
wasn't so bad I guess.  In fact I'd have to say that was the most fun I've
had in a long time," she said brightly.

   They got up and got dressed and Bob set to work.  First he cut the mold
open with a large butcher knife along just one side.  The latex was pliable
enough he could then unfold it to see the interior and examine what they'd
made.

   It was amazing to see the incredible detail.  Every vein, every fold of
skin, even the pebbled texture of his ball sack was all there in exquisite
faithful reproduction.  He frowned at the hairs that were sticking out all
over the place.  He tried pulling on them, to get them out of their rubber
prison, but they were too slick.

   "It won't matter" he said.  He went to the kitchen and came back with a
can of Pam cooking spray, which he had Brandy spray into the mold before he
closed it and wrapped it with a towel and then duct tape.  He mixed up a
new batch of silicone, this time using the pink kind, and poured it in. 
When the flesh colored liquid had filled it completely he set it aside and
they had something to eat.

   They let it go half an hour, just to be sure.  Then Bob unwrapped the
duct tape and took the towel off.  He pried very carefully at the cut
section ...  and it came open like a banana being peeled.

   Inside was a perfect reproduction of his erect penis and full balls.

   It was incredible.  Both of them examined it like it was some lost
treasure, come back into the light after being in someone's closet for a
hundred years.  It caused flutters in Brandy's belly, just like the
original had.  When she took it in her hand it even felt real because the
heat created in the curing process was still in it.

   "Wow" she said, holding it by the balls and stroking it like she had
stroked him.  "It even FEELS real!"

   Bob grinned.  "If that doesn't get you the best grade possible then
nothing will."

   "Yeah, except that I have to have two more to go with it.  How am I
going to convince Daddy and Bobby to let me do theirs too?"

   Bob smiled gently.  "Sweety, if you tell them that, in the process of
doing this, you have to be naked too ...  to ensure success ...  they'll do
it.  Trust me on that."

   "But they probably don't think I'm pretty like you do." said Brandy.

   "I have a hundred dollar bill that says you're wrong." said Bob.

   "I could use a hundred dollars." said Brandy, "But if I lost I could
never pay you."

   Bob pulled her in for another hot kiss.  "I think I could come up with a
way for you to satisfy your debt.  Are we on?"

   "Sure!" said Brandy, feeling brave after all that had happened.

   CHAPTER TWO

   Brandy decided to approach her brother first.  He was unlikely to throw
her out of the house, and, if he threatened to tell her father, she could
blackmail him into silence with her knowledge about his masturbation.  She
expected him to laugh at her and then call her a pervert.

   Brandy was a very innocent young girl.

   She found him in his room, reading a comic book.

   "Aren't you a little old to be reading comic books?" she asked, as an
ice breaker.

   "No" he said shortly.  He was almost eighteen and he knew good and well
that he was older than most kids who still read the colorful magazines, but
he wasn't about to admit it to his older sister.  "What do you want?" His
voice made it clear that she was intruding.

   "I need your help with a project I'm doing for comparative anatomy at
school." said Brandy, trying to sound like those researchers she heard
lectures from.

   "What kind of help?" he asked.

   "I want to make molds of ...  body parts ...  of the men in this family.
Then the molds can be compared to each other and the differences and
similarities catalogued."

   "Like my hand?" Bobby held up his hand.  His fingers were thick and
short.  They looked immensely strong.

   "Sort of like that, yes." said Brandy.  "Except it isn't your hand."

   Bobby had a lightning image of his sister putting clay or plaster of
Paris or something over his face.  He'd seen a TV show where they did that
to make masks for actors who had to wear an alien mask or something like
that.  They had to poke straws up the actor's nose so he could breathe
during the process and it had looked distinctly uncomfortable.  "I don't
think so," he said.

   "What do you mean?" asked Brandy, incredulous.  He'd shot her down
before she even told him what she wanted to cast.

   He told her about the program, and the actor's face being covered with
strips of plaster soaked cloth.

   Brandy heaved a sigh of relief.  "It's not your face either, so don't
worry about that."

   "OK, then, so what is it?" He looked at her now.

   "Well ...  its ...  um you see I want to compare ...  uh ...  sexual
organs." she finished.  She couldn't look at him.

   Bobby couldn't believe what he'd just heard.  He'd grown up under the
same restrictions his sister had, and had been just as frustrated by their
mother as anyone else.  His natural urges had been forced into hiding. 
He'd discovered masturbation while taking a bath when he was twelve.  He'd
also known, instinctively, that his mother would not approve.  So he had
hidden his personal activities from his mother.  But as close an eye as she
kept on both kids made it very difficult to do anything outside the
bathroom, and even then if he was in there too long his mother came
knocking, demanding to know why he was taking so long and wanting to know
what he was doing.  His mother hadn't been gone from their lives an hour
before he was masturbating.  He had felt so free that he didn't even care
if he had an orgasm or not.  And, like all boys, he had gathered with his
hunter brothers and talked about the gatherers and what the hunters wanted
to do to and with the gatherers.  He had a street education in sex, which
meant he knew some dirty words, and the general idea of intercourse, but
that's about all.

   "You want to make a mold of my dick?" he asked.

   "That's such a nasty word." said Brandy.

   Bobby thought about exposing his penis to his sister.  He found that
idea almost wildly attractive.  His sister was a knockout, and he spent
hours trying to find magazines that had pictures of women who looked like
her so that, when he lay on his bed and jacked off, he could pretend the
women were her.

   "OK," he said.

   Brandy blinked.  "What?"

   "I said sure.  You can make a mold of my dick.  Who are you going to
compare it to?"

   Brandy couldn't believe he'd agreed so quickly.  She was off balance. 
"Um ...  Daddy and Uncle Bob," she said.

   "Dad will never go for it." said Bobby.  "Uncle Bob might.  I've seen
him look at you."

   "What?" asked Brandy again.  This was all going too fast for her to keep
up with.

   "I've seen Uncle Bob looking at you.  He looks at you like I look at ...
well never mind.  All I'm saying is that Uncle Bob thinks you're sexy."

   Brandy blushed.  She already knew what Uncle Bob thought about her, but
for Bobby to know too made her uncomfortable.  She didn't want Bobby to
know she already had one model made.  She planned on using the same
technique with her father too.  That way each one would think they were the
first of the three.

   "So how do we do this?" asked Bobby.

   Brandy explained the procedure, describing how the mold had to be made
quickly once the two liquids were mixed, and that there might be some
discomfort during the removal of the mold.  "Um ...  you might want to
shave too, before we make the mold." suggested Brandy.

   "Shave?  Why would I need to shave?  I couldn't grow a beard if I
tried," he said.

   "Down there." added Brandy.

   "You've got to be shitting me," he said.

   Brandy frowned.  "You've gotten a horrible potty mouth since Mom left.
And it doesn't sound attractive at all, little brother.

   "OK, OK, you've got to be KIDDING me.  I'm not shaving my crotch.  Do
you know what they'd say in the locker room if I did that?  I'd be the
laughing stock of the whole school!"

   "Well, it's painful ...  I mean I'm sure it would BE painful if the hair
gets stuck in the silicone.  It might even pull it out when we remove the
mold."

   "I'll take my chances," he said darkly.  "Shave my balls!" he huffed. 
"You've been smoking too much dope up at that college.  That's what I
think."

   "Well they're your ...  balls." said Brandy.  "But I don't want to hear
any whining later."

   "This is a 'No Whining' zone." Bobby said in a macho voice.

   Bobby asked a couple more questions and they decided to make the mold
the next day, which was Saturday.  Their father went golfing on Saturday
mornings if the weather was good.  He'd been enjoying himself since his
wife had run off.

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   Saturday morning Chuck said goodbye and hauled his clubs out the door.

   Brandy had thought about making Bobby's mold almost constantly since he
had agreed to do it, and had been agitated the whole time, at a low level
of ...  horniness.  She had imagined going over the process a hundred
times. After her father waved goodbye and left she got more nervous and,
for some reason, wanted to look nice for her brother.  She was standing in
front of the mirror in the bathroom, still in her pajamas, brushing her
hair, when Bobby appeared in the open doorway.

   "So how do we start?" He'd been thinking about what they were going to
do too.  He hadn't been able to envision what she would do and had
questioned her.  But Brandy had just said she knew how to do it, and would
explain it later.  He was half hard and worried that she'd be upset if he
developed a hardon.

   Brandy turned and once again Bobby had to admire her.  The pajamas she
was wearing were flannel and loose, but still her young breasts pushed the
soft fabric out from her chest.  He felt his dick twitch again.  She looked
flushed and ...  nervous.

   "Well, I have all the stuff.  We have to get some things arranged and
then we can start," she said.

   He followed her to the dining room, where she began to arrange chairs in
a row.  "You have to be ...  um ...  hanging down ...  for this to work,"
she said.  She explained how she'd have to raise the bottle containing the
molding material up onto his body.  Bobby got stiffer still.

   "Uh ...  Brandy?" He started to tell her about his problem.

   She turned around.  She looked happy for some reason and Bobby didn't
want to make that smile go away.  "What?" she asked.

   "Nothing," he said.  But he immediately realized she'd find out sooner
or later.  "Um ...  you understand about guys, right?"

   Brandy hadn't a clue what he was talking about.  She just looked at him,
not even knowing what kind of question to ask to find out what he was
talking about.

   Bobby's cheeks got darker.  "Um ...  you know ...  sometimes we get ...
um ...  hard." he finished, blushing more.

   Brandy's face lit up.  "That's PERFECT!" she said.  "I NEED you to be
hard for me."

   There's an old saying that goes like this: I know you believe you
understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what
you think you heard is not what I meant.

   Memorize that, faithful readers, and learn to rattle it off without
thinking, because it will make jaws drop.

   But Brandy didn't know that saying, and didn't realize what she'd just
said, and how a man ...  particularly Bobby ...  would hear it.

   The words "I need you to be hard for me." settled into Bobby's brain
like rain soaks into a cotton shirt.  Bobby's bone sprang to instant
attention.  He too was still wearing his pajamas, which were thin cotton
with a pattern of horses on them.  His mother had bought them for his last
birthday, and habit still forced him to wear them.  There happened to be a
horse face right over his crotch, and the face took on three dimensional
attributes.  The horse actually had a long nose.

   And, of course, Brandy looked at what he had suggested might be
happening.

   "Excellent" she said happily.

   Bobby's prick leaked precum.  "You're not mad?" he asked.

   "Of course not," she said, making the final arrangements to the chairs
and stack of books she had placed under the gap between two of them.  "How
else would I be able to make the mold?"

   "Oh." said Bobby, now a little confused.  "So what do we do now?"

   "Well, now we have to be naked." said Brandy.  Things had been going so
well that her shyness receded.  She began unbuttoning her pajama top,
exposing creamy white skin between the swell of her well developed breasts.
She had just naturally assumed that, as with Uncle Bob, she would have to
be naked too.

   Bobby stood frozen as he watched the inner swells of his sister's
breasts come into view.  He'd dreamed of seeing them, but never thought he
actually would.  His prick strained painfully and he felt light headed. 
"Naked?" he sighed.  "Both of us?"

   Brandy stopped.  She looked at him.  "Isn't that OK?" She had a sudden
terrible fear that her brother thought she was ugly and didn't want to see
her.  "Uncle B...  I mean I just thought it would help." Her face fell. 
"But if you don't want me to that's OK." She turned back around.  "But you
have to take your bottoms off at least."

   Bobby suddenly realized she was buttoning her PJs back up.

   "NO!" he shouted.

   Brandy jumped and turned back around, her fingers at a button.

   Bobby rushed on in a panic.  "I mean it WOULD help.  I was just
surprised.  You never told me what we were actually going to do.  You can
be naked too.  Yes!  That's a good idea!" He started tearing at his pajamas
and a button flew across the room as he stripped naked in a little less
than eight seconds.  He started hopping around as he tried to get his feet
clear of the legs of his PJ bottoms.

   Brandy stood transfixed as her brother's penis came into view.  As he
danced it waved and bobbed.  She was astonished that it looked almost
completely different than her Uncle's.  Uncle Bob's penis had been thick,
with a lot of bulges and dips and uneven lines to it, with a large head
moving to a thinner neck and then back out to a veined and bumpy shaft. 
Brandy had stared at it for an hour the night before, or at least the model
of it, as she stroked the slick rubbery surface of the facsimile they had
made.  She'd tucked it under her pillow, her hand wrapped around it as she
fell asleep.

   But Bobby's was smoother, without all the variation in thickness.  It
didn't look quite as thick as her uncle's, and there was no bulge at the
tip.  There was a kind of collar of skin that went almost to the tip, which
was shiny and had something wet looking forming a drip.  Not having had any
sex education, Brandy didn't know the difference between a man who had been
cut, and one with a foreskin.  She was seeing that difference now, and she
was astonished.  She'd thought they'd pretty much look the same, like
breasts, with only minor variations in overall size.

   Once naked Bobby had frozen again, hoping that Brandy would continue to
expose more of her skin.  "Really ...  Brandy it would be good for you to
be naked too," he said, somewhat breathlessly.

   "Oh!" Brandy came unstuck and her hands automatically went to the
buttons again.  Within seconds the top was sliding down her arms and
dropping to the floor.

   Bobby gave a long sigh.

   Brandy darted a look at his face and saw something there that made her
feel just as good as she did when Uncle Bob stared at her.  Her
reservations vanished and she bent over to shuck her PJ bottoms.  She stood
back up naked, and still a little shy.

   Bobby sighed again.  "You're gorgeous Brandy," he said, awe in his
voice. "I didn't know."

   Brandy felt that tingle in between her legs that she liked so much. 
"Thank you," she said softly.  "My being naked is supposed to help you stay
...  hard.  So the mold can set up before you get soft again."

   "No problem there." said Bobby in a hushed tone.  His hand automatically
went to his prick and he stroked it a couple of times.  He realized what he
was doing and jerked his hand away, his face flaming red.  "Sorry," he
said.

   Brandy had been watching, and she learned something.  When he pulled
backwards on the handsome thing, that collar of skin thinned and
disappeared, exposing a knob just like Uncle Bob's.  They weren't so
different after all!.

   Her smile blazed.  "No!  That's OK, that's what Uh...  I mean that will
help too."

   "Gosh you're beautiful." said Bobby as his hand went back to his cock.
He wanted to squirt more than he had in months.  Here, right in front of
him, was the girl he wished he could see in the pages of his beat-off
magazines.

   "Don't go too much overboard." giggled Brandy.  She was so fascinated
with watching the tip appear and then disappear under that sheath of skin
that she just watched for a few seconds.  She shivered as the feeling
between her legs intensified and jerked her eyes away.  "OK, now lie down
on the chairs, with your ...  penis hanging down."

   "Are you going to touch it?" asked Bobby wistfully.

   "I have to stick a little piece of cardboard along ...  it ...  by your
...  um ...  balls.  So I can get the mold off easier." she explained.

   "Ohhhhh" sighed Bobby as he lay down.  He hoped he didn't splatter cum
all over the place when she touched his throbbing peter.

   Brandy had prepared a slip of cardboard, about an inch and a half long,
and an inch wide where it would connect with the penis.  Then it got wider
so she could custom fit it to the testicles.  A tail would then protrude
between the subject's legs and would stick up out of the silicone once it
had set up.  Uncle Bob had given her a tube of rubber cement.  He thought
that a thin line of that applied to the object being molded, and another
coating along one side of the cardboard would stick if both parts were
allowed to air dry before they were connected.  He thought the cardboard
would enable her to peel the mold apart enough to free the balls.  As long
as the subject wasn't still at full erection, his penis should come out
easily.  Just in case he suggested she coat the penis and cardboard with
the Pam spray just before she raised the jug of silicone up to cover
everything.

   So, in fact, Brandy had to touch Bobby's penis and balls a lot.  He made
funny little noises in his throat as she did so, and his prick jerked and
moved as she prepared it for molding.

   "Can't you keep that thing still?" she asked.

   "Brandy, a beautiful naked girl is touching my pri...  I mean penis. 
What do you expect?"

   "Well, yes, but that girl is your sister.  I'd think that would make it
go soft," she said, concentrating on trying to get the rubber cement in
place.  She had cut the cardboard with scissors and was satisfied with how
it matched the contour of his balls.  It also kept his balls from falling
down and she liked that too.

   "Not a chance," he groaned.

   "Thank you again ...  I think," she said.  "OK, now here we go." She
sprayed his penis with the Pam and he jumped.

   Carefully she raised the jug of silicone up and onto his rampant rod. 
She grabbed her PJ top to make the nest to settle it down into.

   "Ohhh it's warm," he moaned.

   "Just hold still." she ordered.  She put one hand on his naked buttocks
to punctuate her command.

   Bobby almost lost it.  The feel of his penis sliding into warm clasping
wetness was almost too much to bear and the feel of her soft fingers on his
butt cheek made him clench his teeth to keep from ...  ruining the mold.

   "OK, now you have to stay that way for ten minutes." said Brandy.  "I'm
supposed to ...  um I mean if I let you look at me would that help you stay
hard?" Bobby was torn.  He wanted to look at her in the worst way, but he
was afraid he'd blow if he did.  "I don't ...  think ...  that will be ...
um ...  necessary." He even closed his eyes tightly to help control his
urge to spew.

   Brandy didn't understand what he was talking about, but she squatted
patiently, just looking at the jug of silicone that looked like it was
growing out of his body.  She giggled, thinking about what a penis that
huge would look like.

   "What's wrong?" asked Bobby.  The urge to cum had abated a little.

   "Nothing.  I was just thinking how funny it would look if your ...  um
penis was as big as the bottle.

   Bobby was miffed a little.  "Is size all girls think about?" he said.

   Brandy had NEVER thought about size before.  "No," she said.  "At least
I don't think so.  I only saw one ...  I mean I never saw one before yours.
Aren't they all about the same?"

   "I guess so." said Bobby.  Talking about size made him feel even less
desirous of spurting.  "Uh, I think maybe it's getting soft."

   Brandy checked her watch.  There were still three minutes to go.  She
jumped up and went up by Bobby's head.  She didn't know what to do,
exactly. With Uncle Bob she had just stood there as his eyes raked her
naked body.  "Look at me," she said.

   Bobby's head turned and his eyes were staring right at her bush.  He
could see her pussy lips nestled amongst the light fluff there.  He could
also smell something that, though he didn't know it, was turned on pussy.
There was a place in his brain that recognized it, though, and he felt new
strength flow into his prick.  "Uhhh better." he choked out.

   Brandy let him look for two more minutes and then had Bobby stand up. 
He too complained about the weight of the mold and held it with both hands.
Brandy looked at the chairs and then at the couch and decided not to put
him on either of those.

   "Let's go to your bedroom," she said.  Once there she had him lie on the
bed, got the scalpel and started working on the plastic bottle that held
the mold.  Bobby stared at her breasts as they hung down, swaying gently.
He noticed that her nipples were standing out from the pale areolas, as if
they were excited.

   Brandy got the plastic peeled off and tried to lay the mold on Bobby's
abdomen.

   "HEY!" he yipped.  "That pulls things."

   "Oh, sorry" she said.  Then "I thought this was a no whining zone mister
tough guy." But she smiled to show she didn't mean it.  Bobby held the mold
with both hands while she peered at the cardboard between his legs.  She
glanced at his hands and giggled again.  "See what I mean?  What if your
thingie was that big?"

   Bobby looked down at his hands, gripping the round slick silicone and
couldn't help but laugh too.  "No girl would have anything to do with me if
I was that big," he said.

   "I bet it would shoot a lot of stuff if it was that big." said Brandy,
remembering Uncle Bob's spurting prick.

   "What do you know about stuff shooting?" asked her brother.  His cock
had softened, but he could feel it stiffening again inside the mold at her
words.

   Brandy realized she was treading on dangerous ground.  "Oh, you know.  I
know they squirt stuff.  Everybody knows that." She felt a thrill of peril
as she went on.  "Doesn't yours ...  squirt ...  when you ...  you know?"

   Bobby was astonished that his virginal sister was suggesting that he
masturbated.  "What!?" he gasped.  "What makes you think I do that?"

   "I heard that all boys do that." said Brandy, pulling at the two sides
of the mold where it was stuck to the cardboard.  To her delight it pulled
apart easily, just like Uncle Bob had predicted it would.

   "Well I ...ahhhhhhhhBraaannndddeeeeeee" he moaned as she began pulling
the mold off his balls.  He could feel pressure all around his stiff prick,
and hairs being pulled.

   "I think it's stuck a little." said Brandy.  She pulled the mold apart
more and could see his balls fall loose.  Obviously his penis was still
thick and stiff.  "Oh!" she said, the tip of her tongue darting out between
her lips as she concentrated.  "You're still hard." She pulled and some of
his penis appeared.  Then when he whined she let off of it a little.  She
could see a little more of it than before.

   "I have to pull Bobby," she said.  She pulled again, and then released
the pressure again, doing that several times, not knowing she was, in
effect, jacking her brother off.

   Bobby watched as her breasts swayed.  His eyes darted to the hair he
could barely see between her legs in her bent over position.  He couldn't
take it any more.  With a groan he felt semen rushing through his cock. 
Thankfully, his prick had pulled out enough that there was a reservoir of
sorts to accept his emission.  Three strong healthy spurts and he felt his
cock softening.

   Brandy had to take a step back as his prick popped free of it's
confinement.  Semen oozed from the tip of his prick as he grabbed it to
make sure it was OK.

   Brandy stared.  The stuff coming out of his penis looked just like Uncle
Bob's had.  She peered down into the mold and then tipped it upside down. A
long drip of viscous white fluid dripped out onto the bed.

   Bobby was mortified.  His face scrunched up.  "I'm sorry Brandy, I
couldn't help it.  You look so sexy and it felt so good.  I ..."

   She shushed him by leaning over and kissing his lips a quick peck. 
"It's OK Bobby.  I understand."

   Bobby was at once relieved and amazed.  "Really?" he whined.

   "Sure.  It's normal, isn't it?  I mean you DID say I was pretty.  Isn't
that what a boy does around a pretty naked girl?"

   "I guess so," he said.

   "I'll have to clean the mold out, though," she said, frowning.  'before
I can make the positive mold."

   "I'll do that if you want." offered her brother, still feeling bad.

   "No, that's OK.  It's my project," she said.  She took the mold and
walked out of the room.  As she got to the door she looked back over her
shoulder.  "Don't move.  I'll be back with a washcloth to clean you up."

   Brandy put the mold in the sink and got the washcloth.  She was about to
turn on the water to clean the mold and dampen the washcloth when she saw a
drool of her brother's spunk dripping out of the mold.  Looking over her
shoulder first, she dipped a finger into it and brought it to her mouth. 
It tasted different than her uncle's.  It had a sharper taste, with a
little saltiness thrown in.  But it wasn't bad either.

   She got the washcloth nice and hot before returning to her brother's
room.  He was still lying where she'd left him and was, more or less,
relaxed.  When she started to bathe his cock and balls, though, his cock
stiffened again.

   "Sorry" he said again.

   "Will you stop that?" she said.  She reached out and grasped his penis
with her bare hand.  Then she made the collar of skin thin and move until
the round head was uncovered.

   Bobby hissed.  "What are you doing?"

   "I'm making sure that everything still works like it's supposed to," she
said.  She slid her hand back up and watched, fascinated as the tip was
covered up and what looked like loose fleshy lips were formed in an 'O'. 
She played with his cock, sliding her hand along it's smooth length,
marveling at how soft it felt on the outside, though very firm underneath.

   Brandy looked at Bobby's face.  It was frozen in a rictus of what might
have been pain, except that his eyes made it clear there was no pain
involved.  "Brandy ...  if you keep doing that I'll have to ..."

   "Cum" she finished for him.  "Yes, I know.  Tell me before you do,
though, so we don't make a big mess again."

   Bobby didn't know how he could keep from making a mess.  He was almost
paralyzed with joy as his sister's warm hand stroked him.

   Brandy, despite her lack of education in things sexual, HAD heard of
blow jobs.  She'd never contemplated doing one, and if asked before this
very instant would have shaken her head, saying she wouldn't ever DO one.
But those little wrinkled lips that formed every time she pulled his
foreskin up and over the head of his prick just begged to be kissed, and to
kiss back and, after all, his sperm didn't taste bad.

   So why not?  It would save having to clean things up, wouldn't it?

   And, when Bobby gasped that it was time, she bent over and kissed those
little lips like Uncle Bob had taught her how to kiss, with soft, loose
lips that were slightly parted.  When Bobby realized where her mouth was,
and his hips lurched up off the bed, his prick just naturally entered
Brandy's mouth and she just naturally clamped down on it with tongue,
cheeks ...  and perhaps just a little too much teeth.

   Bobby exploded as he saw stars.  He felt heat around his cock again, and
this time he knew it was the heat of his sister's mouth.  He gave her every
drop he could produce, though having cum only minutes before robbed him of
real volume.

   Brandy sucked up what he offered and realized immediately that having a
lot in your mouth tasted quite different than having just a little. 
Basically, a lot tasted much better, and Brandy was very glad she had
decided to do this fun and tasty thing.  She swallowed twice and, when she
pulled her mouth off of his cock, let it flop lifelessly against his leg.
Seeing it like that she suddenly realized it looked a LOT like her
father's, on that day she had seen it when it, too, was soft.

   Brandy made the positive mold of Bobby's cock that afternoon, and she
was delighted to find that it came out almost perfectly.  Where the head of
his penis had been uncovered by the foreskin the silicone had curled under,
and the facsimile looked so lifelike she expected that foreskin to peel
back off the glans when she stroked it.  It didn't, of course, but the
thing still felt good in her hand, which seemed to fit around it perfectly,
just like the original.

   She compared it to Uncle Bob's and could see differences easily.  They
felt different too.  Though the surface of each was made of the same
material, and that material felt the same, she could close her eyes and
feel the difference between the larger, bumpier one of her Uncle, and the
smoother, slimmer one of her brother.

   Now all that was left was getting her father to agree to let her
complete the set.



   CHAPTER THREE

   Brandy had thought and thought about how to approach her father about
posing for a mold.  Uncle Bob had been so open about how much he
appreciated her as a woman, that, while strange at first, it had been
relatively easy.  Bobby had been even easier, but she didn't know whether
that was because he was just a teenaged boy chocked full of hormones, or
because he really thought of her as a woman, and not just a sister.

   But Daddy might explode.  True, he frequently told her she was
beautiful, and that he was proud of her.  He'd been way more laid back
about her sexuality than her mother had been, and, for that matter, had
been clearly at odds with his wife about what the kids should be allowed to
do.

   But still ...

   She thought back to how, with Bobby, she had tried to be assertive and
act like everything being done was just as normal as pie.  It had seemed to
work very well.  And she really needed the third model.  She had spent an
hour last night comparing the two models she now had.

   Brandy knew enough about sex to know that a man put his penis in a
woman's vagina when they made love.  Uncle Bob had put his finger inside
her, and it had been wonderful.  Staring at the two models she had slipped
one hand down to her own vagina and had carefully slipped one slim finger
into it.  The flesh inside had clasped her finger tightly and, staring at
the models, she couldn't believe that either of them would fit in that
close space.  That had led to the insertion of another finger, at which
time she had felt a stretching and slight pain at the bottom of the hole
she was probing.  Her fingers had automatically pulled away from that pain
as she slid them out ...

   ...  and Brandy had discovered her clitoris.

   The shock of the feeling caused by her fingers sliding across the little
bump had surprised her.  At first she thought there must be something wrong
...  that there was some growth there that shouldn't be there.  But as she
pressed against it, she suddenly remembered that same feeling when her
Uncle had stroked her there.  And Uncle Bob would have said something if he
felt something strange or wrong ...  wouldn't he?

   She put aside thoughts of how she would approach her father and walked
over to Uncle Bob's house.  She knocked as she went through the door and
yelled a Hello.  His voice came, as usual from the fly tying room.  when
she got there he was bent over a little vice and had thread in one hand,
and feathers in another.

   He looked up.  "How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" he asked.

   "Uncle Bob!  You're a big flirt." she responded, but tingled at the
compliment.

   "I'm not flirting.  I've seen all of you, and I'm just stating the
facts. You can't rag on me for telling the truth." He wound the thread
around something and reached for a little bottle.

   "Speaking of which, can I ask you a question?" she asked.

   "Sure," he said.

   "Well, last night I was ...  ah ...  well I was ...  well, examining
myself, I guess, and I felt something ...  down there ...  and I don't know
if It's normal or not."

   Bob looked up.  "I'm not sure I understand the question.  Were you
masturbating?"

   Brandy's face flamed red.  "No.  I mean I don't think so.  I was just
sort of feeling around and I felt this little bump and when I touched it,
it felt like when you touched me, but I don't know if the bump should be
there or not." She was out of breath when she finished.

   Bob's face went sly.  "Well, sweetheart, if it's what I think it is,
it's fine.  But maybe I should take a little look-see just to make sure."

   Brandy, not used to bullshit, just nodded.  "OK," she said.  she started
taking off her jeans, pushing her panties down at the same time.  She
kicked off her shoes and pulled the legs of her jeans off, sitting on a
nearby easy chair.  She felt funny wearing a T shirt and nothing else. 
"Should I take my shirt off too?" she asked.

   "If you'd be more comfortable that would be fine." said Bob.  When he
stood up there was a lump at the front of his pants.  She was delicious,
and her innocence turned him on a LOT.  She sat upright, looking at him
expectantly.  He saw her eyes drop to his crotch.

   "I made Bobby's mold" she said.  His ...  thing is different looking
than yours.  I was surprised."

   The thought that she had handled her brother's cock stiffened him
further.  "What was it that looked so different?" he asked.

   "Well his looks lots smoother, and where yours is kind of round on the
tip, his didn't look like that at first.  Then this loose skin moved and it
suddenly looked more like yours."

   "Ahhh" said Bob.  "Bobby hasn't been circumcised.  That's the
difference. I have been, when I was a baby."

   "I don't understand." said Brandy.

   "You know that skin that moved back and forth on Bobby's penis?" asked
Bob.  Brandy nodded.  "Well, when I was a baby they cut that off of my
penis."

   Brandy paled and looked horrified.  "They did that to a poor little
helpless BABY?!" She was incensed.

   "Well, the way they do it they say it doesn't hurt.  I don't remember
it, of course." said Bob.

   "Well it sounds horrible to me." said Brandy.

   Bob knelt in front of Brandy and her legs levered open, displaying her
perfect pussy to his lusting eyes.  "Brandy, you have the prettiest pussy I
think I ever saw."

   "Pussy is a naughty word Uncle Bob." said Brandy, but she felt a thrill
as she said that word herself.

   "Nonsense.  It's just a nickname for this pretty pretty vagina right in
front of me.  Now, where's this bump you're worried about?"

   Brandy spread her pussy lips with two fingers and then touched the
sensitive bump with a third.  "It's right there."

   Bob made it look like he was examining everything closely, but in fact,
he was just enjoying looking.  Her clit was fully covered in its little
hood.  He looked down and could clearly see her hymen at the bottom of her
slit.  It covered about half of her channel and looked fairly thin.  He was
surprised he hadn't damaged it with his finger when he had finger-fucked
her.

   "Well, I can see your hymen is intact.  That's what makes you a virgin.
I'm glad I didn't damage it the other day.  It would have hurt and I don't
want to hurt you." He spoke clinically, trying to prolong his chance to
gaze at her sex.  Finally, though, he had to answer her question.  "Brandy,
honey, have you ever heard of the word "clitoris"?  That's what that little
bump is sweetheart."

   "No," she said worriedly.  "Is that bad?"

   "No sugar, that is there to help you have a good time when you have sex.
When a man's penis slides in and out of you it will rub that, and you'll
feel good."

   "So that's why it feels good to touch it?" she asked.

   "Yes, and there are other things you can do with it too.  Would it be OK
if I showed you one?"

   "Sure." said Brandy smiling.  She was then astonished to see her Uncle
lean his mouth down to kiss her bump.  Then his lips sealed around it and
he suddenly sucked.

   Brandy's upper body fell back in the chair as her hips tried to shove
themselves into her Uncle's mouth.  A sound something like
"UUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGG" ripped from her throat as almost painful streaks
shot from her clit throughout her body.  Two of those streaks shot to her
nipples, and the tingling there was so strong that she had to reach up and
squeeze each one, almost like one does when she's smashed a finger and
grips it tightly to ease the pain.  Her fingers gripped the arms of the
chair and dug in as her uncle added a tongue wash to his sucking action. 
Then he let off and licked her split several times as she relaxed a little.

   "Uncle BOB!" she squealed.  "That feels GOOD!"

   He stopped long enough to look up and smile.  "It's supposed to.  You
can have that same feeling you had the other day if you want to."

   "Oh YES!" she squealed again.  "PLEASE!"

   Bob went back to work on her and did his very best.  He kept his fingers
out of her to avoid stretching her cherry.  He didn't want her to feel any
pain at all.  Instead, he reached up with his fingers and played with her
spiked nipples as she let out a long "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" and her hips started
jerking.  She jerked around so much he had to let go of her nipples and put
his hands under her butt to keep his mouth where he wanted it.  He looked
up and saw her fingers replace his own.

   It didn't take long.  Within minutes she was yipping and then she went
rigid as her orgasm washed over her.  Bob waited until she went limp and
then licked her gently with the flat of his tongue as her juices bathed his
face.  When he finally stopped and looked up her head was laid back on the
chair and there was a beatific smile on her face.

   "That's what your clitty is for," he said.

   She looked down at him, still smiling.  "Thank you," she said.  "But
your face is all wet.  Isn't that icky?"

   "Not a chance sweety.  You taste fabulous," he said, licking his lips.
"Now, you need to get out of here, because I want to show you what a cock
feels like, and, like I said, you're a virgin."

   Brandy didn't think he was serious.  "You're all stiff again, aren't
you?"

   "You bet I am," he said.

   "Well, couldn't I ...  you know ...  do what I did last time?  Would
that help?"

   Bob ached to stuff her pretty pussy full of his spunk, but he didn't
think she was ready for that.  And a hand job from a lovely naked lass was
better than his own rough hand.

   "That would be very nice," he said.  He stood up and unbuckled his belt,
dropping his pants to his ankles.  He never wore underwear any more.

   Brandy sat up and pulled him between her spread legs to get to his cock.
She had played with the facsimile enough that she knew what it would feel
like, and stroked it with much more authority than she had the last time.

   "You know what's going to happen." groaned her uncle.

   "I know," she said, working on his prick, taking long strokes.  His skin
didn't move like Bobby's did.

   "Can you get your hand slick ...  between your legs?" asked Bob.  "It'll
slide a lot better if you do."

   Brandy remembered the slick feeling when her finger had gone into her
pussy, and she wanted to please her uncle, so she took her hand and pressed
it against her still dripping slot.  When she took his cock in her hand
again it did ride a lot more smoothly on it.

   Brandy saw a drop of almost clear stuff bubble out of the little hole in
the tip.  She remembered tasting him before.  "Can I taste it again?" she
asked.

   "Ohhh pleease" groaned her uncle.

   She leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the clear drop,
feeling the smooth skin under it and liking that feel.  She felt the urge
to put her lips over the head and did.

   Bob leaned backwards and his hands waved in the air for balance. 
"Brandeeeeee" he moaned.

   Brandy felt a wash of fluid enter her mouth and she tasted her uncle all
over the inside of her mouth.  She pulled her mouth off of his cock as it
continued to spurt.  His second and third shots hit her chest and drooled
downward toward her flat stomach.  She spent a second tasting him and then
swallowed quickly.  She liked his taste.

   "You taste good too," she said, her lips spermy.

   "Ohhh FUCK that felt good." groaned Bob as he stood back up straight. 
Her hand was still on his prick and she was looking at it.  He felt some
ooze and, as it came out, watched her tongue dart out and lick it up.

   Bob was in love.

   But he knew if he let her stay he'd be on top of her riding her until he
blew a nut in her sweet tight pussy.  He'd pushed the envelope far enough.
He kissed her and shooed her out the door.

   ======================================

   While her interlude with Uncle Bob had been both entertaining and
educational, Brandy didn't have much time left before she'd have to go back
to school and get her project ready to turn in.  She'd have to face her
father sooner or later, and in a burst of affirmative emotion, she decided
to do it sooner.

   She waited until her father had eaten supper and Bobby was involved in
his homework.  She even asked Bobby what kind of homework he had, to make
sure he wouldn't be coming to ask either her or their father for any help
with it.  Just before she approached her father she peeked in on Bobby and
saw that he was playing video games, instead of doing his homework. 
Satisfied that he'd be busy for a while, she went into the living room,
where Chuck was reading the paper.

   Brandy looked at her father differently this time than she had in the
past.  She looked at him as a man, rather than just 'Daddy'.  He was pretty
handsome, she thought.  He had a touch of gray at his temples, beneath
otherwise dark brown hair.  His face was smooth, with lines in it that
creased when he smiled.  He smiled a lot, and that was one of the things
about him she liked.  He had the start of a little paunch, because the only
real exercise he got was golf, and he only played once a week usually.  He
looked eminently "normal" to Brandy, and she felt a surge of love for this
man who had defended her and provided for her all these years.

   "Daddy?" she started.

   He didn't look up from the paper.  "Hmmm?"

   "Daddy, I need to ask you for a favor ...  a kind of big favor."

   Now he looked up.  "How much do you need?" he asked.  "I only have about
forty dollars in my billfold, but I can go to the bank if you need more for
something."

   Brandy felt herself blushing a little.  "I don't need money.  But
thanks. No, I'm working on a project for school.  And I need your help with
that."

   He smiled.  "Sweetheart, it's been a long time since I went to college.
Things have probably changed so much I don't know how much help I could be.
But I'll try." he added.

   Brandy felt butterflies in her stomach.  "It's not that," she said.  "I
mean you don't have to KNOW anything.  I just need you to DO something."

   Chuck glanced back at his paper, like he wanted to get back to it. 
"Sure, honey, what do you need?"

   "Well, it's for Biology.  It's a study of comparative anatomy, and I've
already done some of it, but there's one more to do." She was having a hard
time actually telling him what she wanted.

   Chuck shook the paper in an unspoken gesture of impatience.  Reading the
paper each night was one of the things he treasured.  "Brandy, just tell me
what you want me to do and I'll do it if I can," he said, his voice just
slightly grumpy.

   It was the moment of truth.  She couldn't put it off any longer.  She
blurted "I need to make a mold of your penis."

   There was silence for what seemed like a year to Brandy, but was, in
reality, only eight seconds long.  Chuck stared at her.  "A mold of my
penis," he said.

   "Yes".  She sounded like she was about eleven, and had just been caught
raiding the cookie jar before supper.

   "And why do you need this?" he asked, a little dazed.

   "To compare to Bobby's and Uncle Bob's.  It's for Comparative Anatomy
... at school." Brandy was helpless to say anything else.

   "A mold." said Chuck, who was equally helpless to think of anything to
say in this situation.

   "Uh huh." squeaked Brandy.  "See I made a mold of Uncle Bob's penis, and
I made one of Bobby's and they're very different.  And yours would be the
third to compare Bobby's too, since he's the youngest and comes from both
blood lines.  Uncle Bob gave me the stuff I use to make the molds with, and
it's a little messy and I have to touch them and everything, but I think
it's a good project and I think I'll get a good grade for it, and I know
it's weird and everything, but ..." She looked at her father with puppy dog
eyes.

   The paper was forgotten.  Well, it wasn't exactly forgotten.  Chuck
still treasured his paper, but now for a different reason.  It was lying in
his lap, and it covered up the penis under discussion which, when he heard
her admit she had handled his brother-in-law's and his son's pricks, had
begun to get decidedly stiff.

   "Well, you're right about it being weird," he said.  For lack of
anything else to say he asked "So how do you go about making a mold of a
penis?"

   Brandy felt better.  He hadn't screamed or called her names.  "Well, I
have to make a container for the silicone - out of a soda bottle - and then
I have to arrange things so you can lie down with your ...  um ...  penis
hanging down.  Then we take our clothes off and I raise the bottle up onto
your ...  penis and then we have to wait ten minutes for the stuff to set
up."

   Chuck hadn't actually been paying complete attention to her description.
He was trying too hard to think of what to say and how to deal with his
stiff cock.  But he heard the words "we take our clothes off", or thought
he had.

   "WE take our clothes off?" he asked automatically.

   Brandy flushed again.  "Well, yes.  I mean you need to be hard, and
everybody said it helped them to get that way if I was naked too."

   "I need to be hard." Chuck mumbled.  That wasn't going to be a
challenge.

   "Yes." said Brandy.  She was feeling better and better about his
attitude so she gave him some more information.  "I have to fit a little
piece of cardboard to your penis and ...  um balls, and that helps me get
the mold apart so you can get everything out of it without hurting
anything. I have to glue that little piece of cardboard to the bottom of
your penis."

   Chuck was imagining his beautiful daughter's fingers manipulating his
penis and balls.  He didn't quite understand the cardboard bit, but that
didn't matter.  Chuck hadn't had a woman touch his penis or balls for over
a year.  Actually it was longer than that.  His wife didn't like to touch
him when she was still around.  Thinking about his daughter touching him,
and getting to see her ripe body naked had him rock hard.  For some reason
in his mental image of his naked daughter, her belly was swelled up with
what was obviously a baby.  She looked fantastic pregnant.

   "Daddy?" Brandy prompted.

   "Huh?  Oh.  Yeah.  I guess I should help you honey." He didn't want to
seem too eager.  "When do you want to do this?"

   "Well, I thought about now.  Tonight.  While Bobby is doing his
homework."

   "Oh!" He was uncomfortable.  He knew, on one level, that he was SUPPOSED
to be erect for this ...  project, but on another level he didn't want her
to see how hard he already was.  "Well, why don't you go get everything all
ready and then we'll just get it knocked up ...  er I mean knocked out."

   "OK!" she said brightly, her smile dazzling him.  "I don't want to do it
in the dining room though.  Could we do it in your bedroom?"

   Once again, a man heard Brandy say something, and interpreted it in a
way that wasn't what she meant by the words "Could we do it in your
bedroom?" Chuck almost groaned.  "Sure baby," he said weakly.

   Brandy scampered off and Chuck stood up, his prick making an obvious
tent in the front of his slacks.  He rearranged it so it was pointing up
and it was a little less obvious.  He started toward his bedroom.  His
first thought was to beat off, but he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to
get it hard again for a while.  He wondered how this was all going to go.

   Chuck was standing in his bedroom uncertainly when Brandy hauled two
chairs in.  She set them by the bed and darted out again.  She brought back
another one and positioned it.  "I'll go get the stuff" she said,
excitedly. "Could you get some books?  I need them to pile up about this
high." She held her hands apart about eighteen inches and then ran from the
room before Chuck could ask her anything.  He had a shelf of books in his
room, but most were paperbacks.  There was a box of old clothes in the
closet and he pulled that out.  Then he went to the kitchen and got the
phone book to set on top of it.  When he got back Brandy was already there
with tubes and jars of things he couldn't identify.  She was cutting a
piece of a cereal box with scissors.

   She peered at the cardboard and nodded.  "That's as far as I can go
until I actually fit it to you," she said.  "OK ...  time to get
undressed." She reached for the hem of the T shirt she was wearing and
pulled it upward.

   Chuck held his breath as her flat stomach came into view.  Then he saw
the swells that would become her breasts an instant later.  His jaw dropped
as the shirt covered her head and her breasts were completely exposed to
him.  Her pale areolas and pink nipples made his mouth water.  The part of
him that wanted to breed this woman noticed that her nipples were already
stiff and long.  Then the shirt cleared her head and dropped to the floor
and her hands went to the snap of her jeans.

   Chuck felt himself getting light headed and expelled his breath in a
whoosh, dragging in another lungful as he saw his daughter's jeans come
unzipped and start to slide over her hips.  She caught the waistband of her
dark blue panties and they started down too.

   There it was.  Her pussy came into view.  She stepped out of her jeans
and stood up, tall and proud, slender, with thrusting breasts and a gentle
swelling of her hips.  She was, to her father, astonishingly beautiful.

   "Ohhh baby you're so beautiful." he breathed.

   "Thank you Daddy." she dimpled.  Getting undressed in front of men was
not only no longer so strange, it was getting to be more and more fun.  All
the men reacted the same way.  They were all but paralyzed, and stared at
her with something in their eyes that made her feel like she really was
beautiful.  She stood expectantly.  "You have to get undressed too Daddy."

   Chuck jerked.  "Uh, Brandy, honey, you know about men ...  don't you?"
His hands came to cover his crotch.

   Brandy thought she knew what was bothering him.  "It's OK, Daddy.  The
others did that too.  That's why I'm supposed to be naked.  It helps with
keeping the penis hard while I mold it."

   Chuck gulped and started getting undressed.

   Brandy walked toward him.  "I'll help you Daddy." She kneeled in front
of him and attacked his belt and the hook on his slacks.  She pulled them
down and his briefs were exposed, holding his prick up against one side of
his belly.  Chuck stopped taking off his shirt and just stared as his
daughter pulled on his shorts.  She pulled them out away from his length,
like she knew what she was doing.

   "Baby?" he croaked.  "Have you done this before?" He was thinking of
her, undressing a man.

   "I told you Daddy, I already made a mold of Uncle Bob and Bobby," she
said.  She couldn't wait to see what was under the briefs.  She could
already tell it was a lot different than the last time she'd seen it.

   "I mean ...  are you a virgin?" Chuck gasped.  Her fingernails were
lightly scraping the sensitive skin where his pubes started and he
involuntarily sucked in his gut.

   That was one question Brandy hadn't been prepared for and she froze. 
She looked up at her father's face.  "Of course I am Daddy," she said with
just a hint of a pout.  "I've hardly even kissed very many men." She didn't
think her father would approve of what Uncle Bob had done to her pussy, but
surely a finger didn't count ...  or a tongue.

   "Ohhhh" sighed Chuck.  His cock jerked without it's confinement, at the
thought that a virgin was about to see it.'

   Brandy pulled on the briefs and they dragged down, hanging up on his
buttocks and forcing her to run her fingers around his hips.  Then they
fell free and his cock was exposed to Brandy's delighted gaze.

   "Ohhh Daddy, it's so much bigger than when I saw it last time." she
breathed.

   "Last time?" said a thoroughly confused father.

   "One time I saw you in the bathroom.  It was all short and wrinkly.  I
like it a lot better this way." Her father too was uncircumcised, and so
she knew what to expect, though her father's penis had a lot more 'terrain
features' than Bobby's did.  It was as big around as Uncle Bob's and almost
as long as Bobby's.  It was, in her opinion, a magnificent specimen. 
Brandy reached out to grasp the penis in front of her and she stroked it a
couple of times, getting the feel of it.  It never occurred to her that her
stroke was practiced, and that her father could tell that.

   He gritted his teeth.  "Brandy, honey, I thought you said you never did
this before."

   Now it was Brandy who was confused.  She had just told him about the two
men whose cocks she had molded.  Again she looked up at his face.  But she
didn't let go of the warm stiff column in her hand.  "I told you Daddy, I
did this with Uncle Bob and Bobby."

   Chuck looked at her hand.  "With your hand?  Like you're doing me?"

   Then Brandy got it.  She let go quickly.  "OH ...  that.  Well, it helps
to make it hard," she said a little unsure of herself.  She tried to gloss
over the fact that she had just partially masturbated her father.  "OK, now
you have to lie down on the chairs, with your penis hanging down." She
didn't stumble over the word this time.  She wanted to sound sure of
herself.

   Chuck moved like a puppet, a little jerkily, but did as she instructed.

   Brandy decided to push the envelope a little.  "I may have to touch it
that way again before we apply the silicone.  It will take me a minute to
get it ready and I don't want you to go soft."

   Chuck just grunted.  He was beyond trying to rationalize what was
happening in his mind.  Still, he wasn't prepared when he felt her soft
hand grasp him and jack on him some more.

   "Baby, you need to be careful.  If you do that too much something bad
might happen." The last thing Chuck wanted to do was spurt in front of his
daughter.

   "Just don't do it before we have the mold," she said, her attention on
mixing up the silicone.  "And try not to do it inside the mold either, OK?"

   To Chuck, it was obvious that she knew what he was talking about.  "That
...  happened?" he asked.

   Brandy realized what she had said, but then felt very pleased with
herself.  Her father's attitude about all this was better than she had
dreamed of.  He seemed to be able to take the truth without getting all ...
excited about things.  She took a chance.

   "Well, with Uncle Bob it was afterwards, while I was cleaning him up. 
But Bobby kind of couldn't control it while he was in the mold.  I guess it
feels warm and that makes it difficult to control or something.  Anyway, it
didn't ruin the mold.  I had to clean it out, but it made a perfect
positive copy of him.

   "Bob and Bobby ...  came?  While you were there?  Chuck felt light
headed again and he was lying down, which made it seem even more intense.

   "Yeah, but it was no big deal.  All men do that ...  don't they?"

   "And you've never done that with anybody else?" asked her father.

   "Of course not Daddy!" she said.  "This is just for the project.  I
never got naked with a man or any of that kind of thing before I started
this project.  I wouldn't know what to do if I did!  It's kind of hampered
my dating life at school too."

   Chuck started to say something, but Brandy was ready to lift the jug of
silicone onto his penis.  "Keep still now Daddy." she ordered.  Then she
reached out with her right hand and jacked on his cock a few more times to
make sure it was fully hard.

   It was like iron in her fingers.  Quickly she applied the cardboard
separator, having to make a few cuts with the scissors.  Her father's balls
were different than either Bobby's or her uncles.  Chuck's balls were
swollen and full, tight and round and firm.  They didn't sag down at all.
Then, just to make sure ...  and because it was fun ...  she gently jacked
just the tip, making the foreskin peel back and then re-cover the head
several times.  She saw a drip of the nice tasting stuff form and begin to
drop.  She caught it on her fingertip and, making sure he wasn't watching,
tasted him.

   He tasted good too.

   She lifted the silicone-filled bottle up and heard her father sigh as
the warm fluid enveloped his cock.  She made the nest and got it settled
like she wanted it.  "OK Daddy, no moving for ten minutes.  And if you
start to feel yourself going soft you have to tell me so I can do something
about it."

   "OK" mumbled Chuck.  Then, unable to resist, he asked "What would you do
if I did?  Go soft I mean?"

   "Well, I'd have to let you look at my ...  pussy." She felt a thrill as
she used that naughty word, and saw her father jerk.  Her hand slapped on
his buttocks and she grabbed the bottle to make sure it didn't fall. 
"Daddy!  You have to stay still."

   "How can I stay still when my daughter tells me she's going to SHOW ME
HER PUSSY!?" whined her father.  "I almost came in the mold Brandy!  You
can't say things like that to a man in my position!"

   "Well, you asked," she said, a little defensively.

   "I know I asked, but ...  this is just too strange." he ended.

   "Only seven more minutes Daddy, and then it will all be over." said
Brandy.

   "That's the PROBLEM Brandy, I don't WANT it to be over.  I'm turned on
by my own DAUGHTER for pity's sake!"

   "Thank you Daddy." said Brandy, feeling her pussy pulse.

   "You don't MIND?" he asked incredulously.

   "Of course not," she said firmly.  "I love you and you love me and
you're handsome and I'm pretty ...  and naked ...  and I think you're sweet
to be turned on by me."

   "Ohhhhhh" groaned Chuck.  It was a sound Brandy had heard from a man
before.

   "Daddy?  You didn't ...  Did you?" she asked.

   "No, but I can't promise what will happen when we're done," he groaned.

   "Well when we're done you can just squirt to your heart's content," she
said.

   "You need to be quiet now Brandy ...  please," he moaned.

   "OK Daddy." She waited patiently.  "Would you like me to tell you the
differences I've already noticed as I compared penises?" she asked
brightly.

   "Maybe later." said her father heavily.  "How much longer now?"

   "Four minutes," she said.

   "Where in the world did you GET this idea?" asked Chuck.

   "I heard about a boy who photographed his grandmother's breasts, and
then his mother's breasts, and then his sister's breasts, and compared them
to see if there was any noticeable differences that might have something to
do with diet."

   "Really?" asked Chuck, "They let him take pictures of their breasts?"

   "Yup, and he got an 'A' in the class." said Brandy.

   "Why didn't you just take pictures too?" asked Chuck.

   "Well, it was Uncle Bob's idea to do the mold." said Brandy.

   "I just bet it was." growled Chuck.  But he didn't say any more.

   Finally it was time to take the mold off.  Again Brandy had her model
lie on the bed while she carefully slit the sides of the soda bottle and
peeled the plastic away.  She didn't joke with her father about holding a
massive penis, like she had with Bobby, even though he was holding it with
both hands, the same way as his son had.  She had more trouble getting the
mold to break along the cardboard this time, though.  When he had jerked
the entire cardboard had gotten wet with the silicone, and it was all over
the insides of his thighs.  She peeled it carefully as he clamped his teeth
closed while hairs were pulled.  But once she got the mold pulled apart,
her father's penis and balls almost fell out.  She credited that to the
fact that his balls were so hard and round when the molding started.  She
touched them with one finger and found they were still full and hard.

   "I have to clean you up now," she said, standing.  He started to protest
but she ordered him to lie there and left.  She came back with a warm
washcloth and he hissed as she started wiping down his cock and balls.

   "I have to do one more thing Daddy," she said conversationally.  "It's
always hard on you guys to do this for me, and I appreciate that.  So I'll
do this for you."

   Her hand circled his cock and she began masturbating him.

   Chuck was of two minds.  He knew he should tell her to stop, but he
hadn't cum in the hand of a woman for a long long time, and he really
needed to feel what he knew he'd feel in just a few short minutes.

   "Ohhhh baby" he sighed.  "That feels fantastic!"

   "Thank you Daddy." said Brandy.  She changed hands and leaned over her
father to kiss him.  Neither of them were prepared for what that kiss
turned into as she practiced what Uncle Bob had taught her and lost herself
in her father's lips.  Chuck too was lost and the combination of her lips
on his and her hand on his cock unleashed what was making his balls so full
and hard.  His hips lurched up off the bed and his cock let go a fountain
of cum.

   Brandy felt his hips move and his body went rigid.  She knew what was
happening, and broke the kiss just in time to see a stream of white go up
two feet in the air and then arch gently, falling to his chest.  She didn't
ask, or even think.  She just moved her mouth to his cock and slurped up
the five shots he let loose next.

   Chuck knew what she was doing, but he was past caring.  The feel of her
warm mouth on his cock sent him to new heights and he gave her every drop
he had in him.

   She sucked on his cock far longer than it took to get all his cream out,
playing with his balls, which were now soft and pliable.  Then she stood
again, licking her lips and stared into her Daddy's eyes.  "I have to go
make the positive mold now," she said.

   Something had changed in Chuck.  He'd fought his desires until he felt
her lovingly sucking him, and had surrendered at that point, just enjoying
the feeling of a loving woman doing something she obviously enjoyed.  It
was also obvious she had done this too before, but her continued insistence
that she had seen only Bob and Bobby naked didn't threaten him like he
thought it would.

   "Thank you Baby." he sighed.  "I didn't know how much I needed that."

   "I had fun." said Brandy.  "Maybe this mold didn't turn out good and
I'll have to make another one," she said wistfully.  She turned to leave.
"I'll let you know."



   CHAPTER FOUR

   Brandy returned to her room.  She was feeling what she now recognized
was horniness.  She hadn't wanted to ask her father to lick her or put his
finger in her, but she needed something.  As she finished pouring the latex
into the mold she had just made her gaze fell to the two positive molds she
already had.  She picked up Bobby's and admired it's smooth texture.  "I
bet that would feel good going in and out of me." she thought.

   Brandy blinked.  She'd never thought of having a penis inside her ... 
not really.

   But why not?  Wouldn't it be just as good as Uncle Bob's finger?

   She went to the bed and lay back on her pillow, legs spread.  She dipped
a finger into her pussy.  It was slick and wet from sucking her father's
cum and swallowing it.  She reached down with the rubber facsimile of her
brother's penis and put it between her lips, where her finger had just
been.

   She pulled on it ...  and froze.

   There was pain.

   She remembered Uncle Bob's finger in her, and his care to avoid
stretching her hymen, and not wanting to cause her pain.  And it DID hurt.
But something told her that the pain would go away, and the urge to fill
her pussy was strong.  She pulled harder and the homemade dildo slid into
her suddenly.  It felt like a burning paper cut, and she felt full, but her
hand had hit her clit, causing a delightful streak of pleasure.  She felt
the balls on the model hit the area where the sting was the worst and,
unthinkingly, rotated the model so the balls were on top.  The friction in
her tight pussy felt good too.

   When she pulled on it again, the balls mashed her clitty and the penis
slid even deeper inside her.  She let out a moan as her clit was massaged
by the rubber balls and she wiggled the thing in her pussy.  The pain was
easy to ignore now.

   This was working out wonderfully.

   Within a two minutes she was slamming her brother's model in and out of
her pussy as fast as she could.  She hammered her clitty and felt the sweet
release of an orgasm just around the corner.  When it came it was so strong
she had to let go of the rubber cock and cover her mouth with both hands to
keep from screaming out loud.  Her hips gave three rapid jerks up off the
bed and she had to grab the dildo with one hand to mash her clit again as
her cum sent warm fuzzies all over her body.

   She fell limp, her hands at her side, the penis still lodged in her
pussy, and gasped for air.

   It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt.

   Before she fell asleep she tucked the first penis she'd ever let inside
her under her pillow.

   The next morning Brandy felt more refreshed and happy than she could
remember feeling in a long time.  This sex stuff made one feel great.  She
realized she had left her father's mold untouched all night and was afraid
it might be hard to get out of the container.  But when she unwrapped it
and pulled the mold apart she had no trouble extracting her third creation.
She examined it closely.  It too was perfect.  She lay all three on her
vanity, side by side, the ones from the older men first, and Bobby's last.
She realized that her fathers had a sort of bend in it, going up and to the
left from the balls.  She peered at Bobby's.  It too had just the hint of a
bend in it, also up and to the left.  Uncle Bob's did not.  It was as
straight as could be.  She tried to set them upright, and had to trim the
flat sections to make them all stand more or less straight up.  She was
surprised to see that Bobby's was the tallest.  Though he was thinner than
the men, he was longer.  That was interesting.  Could that be from diet? 
Her father's was the middle of the two, with Uncle Bob's being the
shortest, though only by half an inch or so.  It was the thickest, though.
And, of course, it looked much different with the head uncovered and all
the features, that were hidden by the foreskins of the other two, clearly
visible on his.

   She knew what Bobby's felt like inside her, with the head covered by the
foreskin.  She stared at Uncle Bob's.  Would that feel different?  It was
much different, with high and low spots all along it's length.  She looked
at her clock.  She doubted if her father and brother were up yet.

   Quickly she jumped back in bed, taking all three models with her.  She
rubbed with her fingers until she felt that slick moisture flood her pussy.
She took Uncle Bob's model and pressed it against her pussy mouth.  There
was just a little pain this time, not nearly what there had been before. 
And she could tell that his was larger in diameter easily as she felt her
tissues stretch.  But those bumps and hills and valleys were also clearly
felt.  It was a different feeling, better in some ways, but not in others.
She couldn't go as fast with Uncle Bob's, because it was too rough.

   But it got her off just fine.  She turned it upside down too, so the
balls would smack her clit every time she rammed it in.  She had a nice hot
orgasm.  She thought about trying her father's right then, to see what it
might feel like, but she heard noises in the house and decided to wait.

   Chuck was about ready to leave for work by the time she shuffled into
the kitchen, and she couldn't talk about his model with Bobby sitting right
there eating cereal.  She got a VERY nice hug and kiss from her Daddy
though, when he left.

   She visited with some of her old High School friends during the day and
ran a few errands.  She went shopping and, on impulse, bought a pair of
lacy thin panties, the sexy kind that had a triangular panel in the front
that didn't cover very much, with strings that rode high on the hips and
turned into a G string in the back.  They were the first thing she'd ever
bought herself that were sexy.

   Later, she made supper for 'her men' as she now thought about them, and
they had a good time chatting about nothing in particular over the meal. 
Both men looked at her a lot, and their looks were more than casual
glances. She was surprised how excited it made her to know that men were
looking at her in a sexual manner.  After supper she spent a little time
with Bobby, helping him with his homework.  He kept casting longing glances
her way, and she had a pretty good idea what was going through his head,
but she played the part of grown up sister and didn't feed his fantasies.

   Then she went into the living room to kiss her Daddy good night.  She
didn't bother with a quick kiss on the cheek.  She really liked those ...
real kisses.  "Night Daddy" she breathed into his mouth, looking into his
slightly stunned eyes.  "Your model came out perfectly.  I'm sure I'll get
a good grade on my project."

   "Oh" he said, closing his mouth.  "I'm glad."

   Brandy went to her room and got naked.  Then she lay out on her bed and
took her Daddy's facsimile, stroking it and even sucking on it as she
rubbed between her legs, getting her pussy ready for it.  With a drawn out
sigh she slid the stiff thing up into her pussy, pulling it with one hand
and pinching her nipples with the other one.  There was no pain at all
tonight.

   It was then that her father opened the door and stepped into the room.

   "Brandy?" he said, obviously not having seen what she was doing yet.  "I
was wondering if maybe I could see it and ..."

   He stopped dead.  Brandy's wide and embarrassed eyes connected with his
surprised eyes.

   "Ohh Daddy!  I'm so embarrassed." she whimpered.  She pulled the cock
out of her pussy and there was a wet squelching sound.  The pink thing
glistened in her hand.

   Chuck's eyes went to the night stand beside her.  There were two rubber
dicks standing side by side there.  One was a slim long one that he knew
wasn't his.  The other was of a circumcised penis.  It wasn't his either.
His eyes strayed to the one in her hand ...  the one she had been fucking
herself with ...

   It was obviously his.

   "I'm sorry Daddy, but I couldn't resist.  I didn't make it for this
reason ...  but I got so horny and tasting you just made it worse ...  and
I waited as long as I could, but I had to try it." Brandy put the penis she
was holding on the bed, where he couldn't see it.

   Chuck was at a teetering point in his life.  He closed the door behind
him and, in that act, knew that he had made a decision that he could never
take back.  He walked toward his daughter, lying naked on the bed.

   "It's OK sweetheart," he said softly.  "You're a normal girl, and you
have needs.  I don't blame you for experimenting to meet those needs." He
stood over her.  "Can I ask you how it felt?"

   Brandy looked up at her handsome father.  "I don't know.  I didn't have
time to really pay attention to it before you came in."

   "Do you want to try it again?" he asked.

   "With you here?" she asked back.

   "I'd like very much to see it." he answered truthfully.

   "You would?"

   "Very much." he repeated.

   Her right hand lifted and he got a clear look at what was in it.  It
really DID look lifelike.  He wasn't used to seeing his cock from any
perspective other than looking down at it, but it did look familiar.

   "I never did this until last night." she whispered, spreading her legs.
"But yours was too big to start with.  I was afraid it would hurt." She
brought the tip of the pink thing to the gates of her sex and started
sliding it in.  She closed her eyes as she seated it and automatically
twisted it so the hard tight balls would rub her clitty.

   "So what did you do?" asked Chuck.  His cock was now looking exactly
like the one in her pussy and he moved it in his pants to make it more
comfortable.

   "I used Bobby's" she whined, beginning to prod her pussy with her
Daddy's rubber dick.  "It hurt at first, but then felt better."

   "Did you cum?" asked her father, leaning over her to watch 'his prick'
slide in and out of her sopping pussy.

   "Yessss" she hissed.  "It felt so good Daddy ...  the best I ever felt."

   "How does mine feel?" he panted.

   "It's bigger ...  and it stretches me ...  but it feels soooo good
Daddy. I just know I can cum."

   "Baby, would you do something for me?" he gasped, unzipping his pants.
"Would you do what you did last night?"

   "Yessss" she hissed again, scooting toward him.  She reached out and
grasped the twin to what was in her other hand.  But she didn't want to
just jack him.  She pulled and got him close enough to suck him into her
mouth.  Now she had one in her pussy and, oddly, the same one in her mouth.

   Brandy's brain did some analysis all by itself, without her even trying
to.  The one that was in her mouth was hard and warm and soft, with skin
that moved.  The one in her pussy was also hard, but it wasn't warm, and
the hardness had a spongy feel to it that just wasn't the same as the one
in her mouth.

   "I want to feel this one." she blurted, taking her mouth off his prick.
"I like this one better," she said, jacking him.

   Chuck had known he would do this if he got a chance.  Instead of saying
anything he simply undid his pants and let them fall.  Getting our of his
shirt didn't take long and suddenly he found himself crawling between his
little girl's legs as she made a cradle to welcome him.  Her hand came to
his prick ...  the real one ...  and she guided him to her portal.  He
didn't hesitate.  He slid home.

   For Brandy, it was a completely different experience than using one of
the copies.  It felt completely different in every way possible.  It was
warmer and it felt like it went deeper.  But there was more to it than
that. Having the bulk of her father's body over her, pressing her into the
bed, and having his weight driving his prick deep into her belly added
something to the experience that she could never ever get with a rubber
dick.

   It was like the difference between cool water ...  and chocolate milk.
Both satisfy, but they are so different as to be almost incomparable.

   Almost instantly they were fucking.  Chuck, not having done this for
several years, lunged into the soft woman under him, almost punishing her
pussy with repeated stabs that shook her whole body and made the bed
produce creaks and groans.

   Brandy found herself in a whirlwind of feelings and emotions.  She held
on for dear life, all the while marveling at the sensations her father was
producing all over her body.  His skin touching hers was something she
noticed.  His penis dragging along her clitty was something she noticed. 
The tip of his cock digging into something very sensitive and happy at the
end of her pussy was something she noticed.  The feel of her nipples
scraping across his hairy chest was something she noticed.  But she noticed
all these things at the same time and it overwhelmed her to the point that
all she could do was breathe.  Then, like a trash can dropped from five
feet hits the floor, she came.

   Her pussy went through tremors and spasms at the same time, clenching
and relaxing rapidly.  Chuck felt that and, knowing he should pull out of
his unprotected daughter, gave a strangled grunt and pushed ...  IN.  He
felt streams of spunk fill his daughter's pussy and sobbed with joy, weakly
pushing harder to get that spunk just as deep in her as he could.

   When Brandy felt the warm wet feeling at the tip of her father's prick,
she knew that it was shooting stuff.  She had tasted that stuff and loved
it.  But this feeling was even better.  Dimly she knew there was some risk
of pregnancy, but she purely didn't care.  She wanted this moment to go on
forever and she hugged her father to her fiercely as they finished
together.

   They spent ten minutes kissing each other and whispering sweet nothings
over and over.  It was clear to both that this had been a very welcome
thing in their lives.  Chuck tried to tell her he was sorry for shooting in
her, but she wouldn't let him, kissing him every time she could tell that
was what he was trying to say.

   "I wish I could stay here with you." he finally said, pulling his spent
prick out of her pussy.

   "I know" she whispered.  "It's OK." She looked at his small and wrinkled
penis.  "I killed it," she said, joking.

   "It will heal," he said smiling.  "When it does ..."

   "Any time," she said.  "I'll do that with you ANY time Daddy." Her hand
went to her sperm-soaked pussy lips and she rubbed them gently.  "I like
the real thing much better," she said.

   He grinned and left the room.

   ===============================================

   The next morning Chuck and Brandy tried to act like nothing had
happened, though they glanced at each other a lot, and their good morning
hug was much longer and more intimate than in the past.  The only reference
Chuck made to their torrid lovemaking the night before was one question:
"Are you sorry it happened?"

   Brandy just whispered in his ear "No." and left it at that.  Both knew
it would happen again, and there was a certain amount of nervous urgency in
their attitudes.  Both, however, tried to act normal.  The urge to mate
again was tempered by the strangeness of it all for both of them.

   When breakfast was over Bobby went to his room.  Spring break had just
started for him at his school, and today was the first day he had free.  He
announced that he planned on running around with his friends.

   Chuck had to go to work, and as soon as Bobby left the room he kissed
his new lover goodbye.

   "Baby I know what happened last night was wrong, but it was so fine.  I
just can't get over it." he whispered into her hair as she pressed her ripe
body against him.

   Brandy was unrepentant.  "I don't care if it's wrong or not Daddy.  I
loved it.  I can't believe how good you made me feel, and I can't wait
until we get to do it again."

   Chuck groaned and shoved his now stiff cock against his daughter.  "It's
going to be a long day," he said, cupping her tender breast.

   "Then hurry off to work so you can hurry home." said Brandy, shoving her
pelvis back against him.

   Brandy seemed over-full of energy.  She spent the morning going through
all the things she'd packed up and left behind when she went to college. 
She went through yearbooks, and posters and old school assignments,
throwing some stuff out and repacking others to save.  At one point she
turned around and saw the three dildos she had made sitting on her night
stand and couldn't take it any longer.  Within minutes she was on her bed,
her jeans off and her legs spread as she tried first one, then another and
then the last, whining at the pleasure they brought her.  She had three
orgasms before she relaxed.  But the orgasms weren't as strong as when her
father had been hunched over her, spewing her pussy full of his rich cream.

   She was standing at the stove at noon, making a grilled cheese sandwich
when Bobby charged back into the house.

   "I thought you were going to be gone all day." said Brandy, surprised.

   "I was," he said.  "But all the guys wanted to do was hang around the
Mall all day and look at girls.

   "So ...  I thought boys liked to look at girls," she said.

   "Well, it's fine, except that ...  well ...  you know.  It gets ... 
uncomfortable," he said.

   Brandy's eyes dropped to his groin, to the lump there.

   Bobby went on.  "So I came home."

   Brandy felt her pussy pulse.  "Too bad we already made your model.  I
imagine you would enjoy making one now." she teased.

   "Yeah," he said.  "I'll get something to eat later.  I'm going to my
room now."

   Brandy had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do in his room, so
she waited long enough to eat her sandwich and then stole quietly to his
door.  It was closed this time.  She had a flash of an idea and went to her
room.  She picked up Bobby's model and then went back to his door.  Taking
a breath she turned the knob and pushed the door open.

   She was right.  He was laid out on his bed, with his magazine open, in
the same posture she had seen him in before.  He was still wearing his
shirt, and his hand was slicking along his stiff cock.  His hand froze when
the door opened, though, and his agitated gaze went to his sister.

   "Wha ..." he started to yell at her for interrupting him, but he stopped
when he saw what was in her hand.

   "I need to compare them side by side," she said, her voice husky.  "to
make sure it came out right."

   Bobby had that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.  "Oh," he said.

   "I didn't mean to bother you.  I could come back later." said Brandy,
starting to turn.

   "It's OK I guess," he said.  His hand was still wrapped firmly around
his erection.

   "You don't need to be embarrassed," she said soothingly, stepping toward
him.  "I know it's normal for boys to ...  do that."

   "Uh ...  yeah." he agreed.

   Brandy found herself standing beside the bed.  Bobby was still lying on
his side, the magazine open to a girl whose hair was the same color as
Brandy's.  Brandy picked it up.  "We'll just move this for now," she said.
She reached out and pushed on Bobby's chest, and he rolled to his back. 
Still his prick was gripped tightly in his fist.

   "I can't see it if you keep it hidden." chided Brandy gently.

   Bobby's hand flew away from his penis, which was left standing proudly,
pointing at his head.  The tip was several inches above his stomach, and it
bobbed gently up and down before stopping.  Brandy held out the copy beside
it.

   "Well, it looks pretty good," she said.  "Let's see if they feel the
same." She gripped the model in one hand and then gripped the real McCoy in
the other.  Bobby sighed and closed his eyes.

   "They feel pretty much the same." said Brandy.  "Except yours is warm
and harder I think." She skinned her hand down and then back up, watching
the foreskin thin and then magically disappear.

   "Uuuuggghhh" groaned Bobby.

   "I'm sorry." said Brandy sweetly.  "Am I hurting you?"

   "NO!" barked Bobby.  "Please don't stop."

   "Oh ...  do you like this?" She jacked on his cock several more times.

   "Ohhhh you have no idea," he panted.

   "OK" Brandy said simply.  She masturbated him quietly for a few seconds.
Then she leaned over and kissed her brother.  Between Uncle Bob and her
father, Brandy had enough practice with kissing that it was a good kiss. 
Bobby's eyes popped open and then closed again almost immediately as he
kissed her back.  His hips arched and he moaned into her mouth.

   Then he came.

   It went everywhere.  Brandy kept jerking him and his spurts went wildly
in several directions.  She knew it was happening - could feel it
splattering on her hand, but kept kissing her brother anyway.  Finally she
felt him softening and broke the kiss.

   "Ohhh" she whined.  "Now it's going all soft and I can't compare them
any more.  Should I take off my clothes so it gets hard again?" she said.

   Bobby just stared.  He was too overwhelmed by what had just happened to
speak coherently.  He managed a nod.

   "Be right back." chirped his sister.  "Don't move."

   She almost ran from the room, going to the bathroom, where she got a
washcloth and ran it under the water until it was warm.  Then she stripped
off her clothing, leaving it in a pile on the floor and ran back.  Bobby
was still lying there, looking at his spunk splattered all over.

   Brandy went to him and began cleaning him up.  She saved his penis till
last and looked at him before doing what she wanted to do.  He was staring
at her breasts as she bent over him.  "The washcloth is all messy," she
said.  "I'll just do it this way."

   With that she bent over and lifted his lifeless prick with two fingers.
Then she sucked it into her mouth.

   It didn't stay lifeless for long.  Bobby actually squealed as he felt
his sister's warm mouth envelop his cock.  Then she sucked and sort of
chewed on it as she gathered up the traces of his cum and got them ready to
swallow.  She pulled her mouth off his now clean rod and swallowed.

   "You taste yummy ...  just in case you wanted to know," she said,
conversationally.  She was having fun making her brother speechless.

   "I couldn't believe you did that the other day.  I can't believe you did
that now!" he whispered.

   "Do I need to do it again?  Would you believe it then?" asked Brandy Her
hand grasped him again.  He was about half hard.  She played with it a
little, examining the organ critically.  It was very different feeling when
it wasn't stiff.  Her pussy itched.  "Bobby?" she said.

   "Huh?" he was still dazed.

   "Have you ever ...  used your mouth?  To make a girl feel good I mean?"
She stared into her brother's eyes.  He had thought he couldn't be shocked
any more.  He was wrong.

   "I've never done ANYTHING to make a girl feel good." he blurted.

   "My pussy is all itchy.  Would you be a good brother and make me feel
good?" she asked.

   Bobby was frozen for two or three heartbeats.  Then, as events soaked
into his brain, and he realized it wasn't a dream, and his sister wasn't
teasing him, he exploded into action.  He lurched up and to his knees,
moving to make room for her on the bed.  She had no more than lain down
than he was diving between her legs, his mouth eager to taste his first
woman.  When she bared her swollen pussy to him he stopped for another few
heartbeats and just stared at the first real live pussy he had ever seen
... close up anyway.

   Before, when they were making the mold, all Bobby could see was her
pussy lips, nestled under the mat of light fur she had.  Now, however, her
pussy lips were gaping open and he could see the hole he had dreamed about
and jacked off to many times.  Her lips were pale at the base, but got
thicker and darker as they went out from her body.  He sniffed and decided
she smelled wonderful.  One of her long slim fingers slid down between
those open pussy lips and her fingertip rested on a bump at the top of her
slit.  He would have missed it if she hadn't pointed it out.

   "Lick and suck me right there." she sighed.

   Bobby dove into her pussy like a man who has spent three days without
water in the Sahara and has stumbled upon a water fountain.  She tasted
fabulous, tart and something different he couldn't describe.  She felt
fabulous too.  She was slippery and his face rubbed around her sex easily.
He lapped and licked and sucked as she told him what a fantastic job he was
doing and urged him not to stop.

   Brandy felt an orgasm coming on her and she grabbed his hair, pulling
his face harder into her pussy.  "Ohhh Bobby, it's going to happen for me
baby ...  I'm gonna cum Bobby ...  Ohhh you're licking me so gooood." Her
hips lurched up, shoving her pussy into his face as Bobby felt his cock
begin to leak again.  When he was particularly horny he had the resilience
of youth, and could cum quite often within ten minutes of his last
ejaculation.

   He was trying to stick his tongue as far up in that mysterious hole as
he could when she cooed "I used your model bobby.  I put it in my pussy.  I
lost my virginity to your rubber dick Bobby.  It felt sooo goood," she
panted.

   Bobby had regained some of his machismo while eating out his sister's
pussy.  He had made the infinitesimal adjustment needed to accept what was
happening to him as something real ...  something he could enjoy ... 
something that wasn't going to evaporate into thin air.

   He raised his head.  "I bet the real one would feel even better," he
said hopefully.

   Brandy raised her head off the pillow.  "Do you want to put it in me
Bobby?  Do you want to stick your big, hard, nasty cock up in your sister?"

   In answer Bobby crawled up her body.  He didn't know what to do exactly,
but she solved that problem by grasping his rampant prick again in her
hand. She knew where to put it and, as soon as he felt warmth surrounding
the tip of his cock, Bobby gave a convulsive lurch and buried his boner in
his sister's soft pussy.

   "OHHHH YEEESSSSSSS" she groaned, feeling his longer penis penetrate her
deep.  It was what she needed for that orgasm that had been so close to
burst over her like a landslide.

   Bobby went crazy as his cock was enveloped by hot pussy.  He lurched and
slammed and writhed on top of his sister, crushing her into the bed under
him as he tried to shove his cock as deep as he could.  Then, without
warning, he felt his balls burst and he flooded her with his teenaged
sperm. the stream shot out of his cock in the end of her channel and had
nowhere to go but through her cervix and into her womb, where it puddled as
that organ accepted the liquid offering.

   Bobby felt so good he cried.  Tears ran down his face as he thrust over
and over again, his prick sending more of his seed into the willing woman
under him.  He panted "Thank you ...  OH Thank you!" over and over again as
his lust consumed him, leaving him so weak he collapsed on top of Brandy.

   Brandy had worked through her own orgasm, made more intensive by the
feel of her brother's streams of spunk soaking her belly.  She welcomed his
weight and crushed him to her in a fierce hug.  When she had trouble
breathing she pushed and rolled, moaning when his dick slipped out of her,
and rolling half on top of him.  Her lips sought his in a lover's kiss and
she tasted herself for the first time on his still-wet lips.

   They did nothing but kiss and cuddle for twenty minutes.

   "That was fantastic" Bobby finally breathed.  "I can't believe we did
that."

   "I loved it too." said Brandy, enjoying the heavy feel of his semen in
her body.  "But you're leaking out of me like you leaked out of the mold.
I'd better go get cleaned up or your bed will be a mess."

   "I don't want you to go," he said impetuously.  "I want to do it again."

   "We will," she said, kissing him.  "We'll do it a lot."

   "What about Dad?" asked Bobby.

   "Don't worry about Daddy." said Brandy.  She didn't think Bobby would be
as OK with the idea that their father was fucking her too.  "He sleeps
hard. You just behave yourself until he goes to bed and then I'll come see
you." She kissed him again, lingeringly.  "Besides, we have all afternoon
before he gets home."

   Bobby took her words to heart.  After she got cleaned up he cleaned
himself up too and they decided to go for ice cream.  He got so turned on
watching her lick her ice cream cone that they went home and he nailed her
to the bed again, producing another cupful of his potent spend and
injecting it deep in her welcoming body.

   As they lay in each other's arms afterwards, Bobby's dick still inside
her to keep from making a mess, he asked, "Aren't you worried about getting
pregnant?  You're not on the pill are you?"

   Brandy sighed.  "No.  But I can't help it.  I just love feeling you in
me.  Maybe it will be OK.  I only have a few more days before I have to go
back to school.  Surely you can't get pregnant in only a few days.  I know
people who try to get pregnant for months and months and still have
trouble."

   "Well, I hope you don't mind, but it's exciting to cum and think that I
might be making a little baby inside you." Bobby ground his cock into her
mons.  "In fact I think I'm getting hard again just thinking about it."

   "Good" said Brandy, ready to go again.  "Let's have as much fun as we
can while we can have it."

   And so they went again.  Their lovemaking wasn't quite so reckless and
frantic, and Bobby actually paid attention to what his partner was doing.
He found that if he moved just so, Brandy got excited and wiggled a lot. 
So he concentrated on doing that and watched in awe as he brought her to
orgasm.  Seeing her face go through the convulsions of her cum made his
heart burst with love for this woman who had made him a man.  When his time
came he asked "I'm ready Brandy, can I cum in you again?"

   "Oh yes, little brother, fill me up," she moaned.

   He did.

   When they calmed down from this go-round, Brandy stood up, her brother's
semen running down her thighs.  "We have to be good now.  Daddy will be
home soon."

   "But you'll come see me tonight?" he asked hopefully.

   "I'll come see you tonight." she confirmed.

   It really was late in the day, so Brandy simply wiped off her thighs
with the washcloth they had used over and over that afternoon, and slipped
on her new panties.  She wanted her Daddy to see them later.  Then she
rummaged around in her closet and found a skirt that she had worn in High
School and put that on, with a colorful T shirt and, of course, no bra. 
She then set about whipping up something for supper.



   CHAPTER FIVE

   Chuck got home just as his daughter was turning down the stove to keep
the food warm.  He gazed at her, noticing that she had dressed up for him.
"I'm home!" he announced.  When she turned around to smile and hug him her
breasts were prominent, the nipples pushing out through the T shirt.  "You
look delicious," he said, taking her into his arms.

   "Thank you Daddy," she said, kissing him.  "Supper is ready and it's
hot."

   "You're what's hot," he said.  "I want you."

   "Now Daddy, behave.  Bobby's in his room." She teased him by grinding
her pussy against his erection.  He'd thought about her all day, and had
been stiff for most of it.

   "Come out in the garage." he whispered, pulling her by her hand.

   When they got there he closed the door and pushed her against the hood
of the car, which was still warm from the drive home.  He kissed her
hungrily, sliding his hands up under her shirt to fondle her breasts, and
squeezing the nipples.

   "Oh baby let me put it you," he gasped.  His hands went to her skirt and
lifted it up to cup her buns.

   He felt only naked skin.  "No pantiessss" he hissed.

   Brandy pushed him away and lifted the front of her skirt.  "No, just new
ones ...  sexy ones.  Do you like them?"

   Chuck gazed at the thin cloth that covered her pussy lips and growled.
"I'd like them a lot more if they were on the floor."'

   Brandy giggled and dug her thumbs into the strings that went up over her
hips.  She took the panties off and held them out, dropping them to the
cement floor.  Then flashed her father again.

   Chuck made a low sound in his throat and fumbled to get his stiff cock
out of his zipper.  Then, afraid the zipper might scratch her, he unbuckled
his slacks and dropped them.  Again he pressed her against the car and
lifted her up as she spread her legs.  She held on to him as he reached for
his cock and nosed it into her pussy mouth.  Then she slid down the fender
and onto his prong.

   "Ohhh baby you're as hot as a furnace" groaned Chuck as his cock slid
through Bobby's lingering cum.  Then they kissed as he rutted until he blew
his nut up in his daughter's pussy.

   Brandy pretended to pout.  "You came too fast Daddy.  I didn't get my
special feeling."

   Chuck panted an apology.  "I'm sorry baby.  I promise I'll get you off
later, OK Baby?"

   "You'd better," she said.  "Now, let's get to supper before Bobby
catches us."

   They rearranged themselves, but Brandy didn't put on the panties again.
Instead she ran to her room and threw them on the bed.  Then she stopped at
Bobby's room and told him supper was ready.  He surged up off the bed, ever
the hungry teen.  He caught up his sister in a hug and reached his hand
under the skirt to rub her pussy.  His hand met wet pussy and he pulled it
out, glistening with cum.  "You're still leaking!" he whispered.

   "Oops" she said.  She stopped off in the bathroom while her brother went
on to the kitchen.

   ============================================

   After supper, because Bobby didn't have any homework, they watched a
movie together.  There was no opportunity for either horny man to donate
even more baby batter to their newly created sperm bank.  Both men were a
little on edge as a result.  Brandy ignored them both.  She was quite
certain that her itch would get scratched tonight, and she could be patient
and wait.

   Chuck broke first.  "Brandy, honey, I need to talk to you about school,
and your plans for what you're going to do after school.  Let's not bother
Bobby with it, though.  Why don't we go to my bedroom so Bobby can finish
the movie while we talk."

   Brandy had to stifle a giggle as her father pulled her up and toward his
room.  She turned to Bobby and mouthed "See you later." and winked.  He
smiled and then moved his attention back to the movie.

   Chuck was so excited that he was dribbling cum by the time he got his
pants off.  Brandy, wanting to try something different, lay back on his bed
and pulled her shirt up, but not off.  Then she flipped her skirt up,
baring her pussy.  She held her arms out to her naked father, who gasped at
the erotic sight of his little girl, splayed out before him, still half
dressed.  He dove for the bed and panted as he got his cock into her hot
slippery pussy.

   "You promised Daddy," she said.

   "Ohhhh yeah," he groaned.  Chuck was still reveling in having a woman
who wanted him sexually.  It reminded him of he and his wife's first years,
when she was hot to trot, until that cult got a hold on her mind and she
went frigid.  "OK, honey.  What do you like?" He thrust into her rapidly.
"How about that?" he gasped.

   "That's good, but can you go in and stay there?" she asked.  He did and
she instructed him to wiggle his hips back and forth.  His pubic bone
mashed her sensitive clitty in the process and she whined "YYEEAAAHHhhhhhhh
that's the place."

   Chuck, like his son had earlier, began to watch Brandy as he pleasured
her, and he took great satisfaction as her eyes signaled that he was doing
exactly the right thing.

   "I'm gonna cum Daddy ..." she groaned.  "I'm gonna cum all over your
hard prick Daddy." She got an extra thrill from saying the word that would
have gotten her slapped only a year or two ago.  "You're making my pussy
feel sooo good."

   "Yeah Baby." he huffed.  "Cum on Daddy's prick.  Daddy's gonna fill you
up baby.  OHHHH I know I shouldn't cum in you Brandy, but I ...  can't ...
help ...  IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!"

   Brandy just barely got her cookies as her Daddy's bone jumped in her
well-fucked pussy and she felt that lovely hot flow of liquid love flushing
into her.  She thought about what Bobby had said, about the possibility of
pregnancy.  A rush of heat washed through her at the thought that her Daddy
might be making her pregnant.  If she had anybody's baby she suddenly
wanted it to be her Daddy's.

   It ripped out of her lips.  "Ohhhh Daddeeee, make a baby in me
Daddeeeee." she whined.

   Chuck jerked in surprise and gleefully powered another spurt into his
little girl.  She welcomed his sperm!  Even to the point of wanting to
carry his child!  Chuck groaned again and did his very best to grant her
wish.

   They lay sated together on the bed, father half lying on top of
daughter. "Did you mean it honey?" he whispered.

   "Ohhhh yes." she whispered back.  "I want to give you a baby that I can
raise and love and you can play with and teach and love too."

   "Oh sweetheart, my heart is about to burst!" sighed her father.  "Ever
since you were little you were the apple of my eye, always making me feel
good.  And now you've taken your mother's place, the place she abandoned
for that cult.  Baby you can live with me your whole life if you want too
and I'll take care of you and our babies."

   Brandy was in way over her head now.  In only a week she had gone from
virgin to lover of three men and she wanted to have ALL their babies.  The
maternal streak that was missing from her mother had doubled up in her. 
She kissed her father and told him to sleep tight, and then slipped out of
the room.  She only went twenty feet, and slipped into another door ... 
her brother's door.

   He was waiting, his prick standing tall and strong and, again, she tried
something different this time.  She told him to lie on his back and she
lowered her dripping pussy down onto him, feeling his longer prick dig
deeper inside her than any other.  She rode him as he cupped and played
with her breasts.  She had no trouble reaching an orgasm this way, because
she was in charge and could move just the way that made her clitty zing.

   And, when he was ready to shoot, she leaned down and invited her brother
to knock her up too.  He went spastic, his prick becoming a fountain of
sperm as her over-soaked box tried to soak up even more of the precious
fluid she now craved.  She left him lying limp too, and, her fingers
sealing her sex closed, crawled in her bed, leaving every drop that was in
her body still there.

   Brandy slept late the next day.  She was worn out after ten or fifteen
orgasms and her wild sexual rampage of the day before.  Her father looked
in on her as she slept peacefully and he smiled.  Her room smelled like
sex. He just assumed it was all his spunk he was smelling.

   Bobby also poked his head into her room, whispering her name, hoping
she'd wake up and throw back the covers to let him mount her again.  but
she was too deep in her dreams ...  dreams of a swollen abdomen with a
strong, kicking baby inside.

   When she woke up the house was empty.  She knew if she stayed there
she'd end up flat on her back with Bobby hunched over her and, as much as
she'd have liked that, she wanted to go see her Uncle.  She had used his
prick in her pussy too and all the others had felt so much better when it
was the real deal.  And it was his idea that had made her sexual life
unwrap like a birthday present.  She put all three models in a bag, put on
her special panties, jeans and a sweatshirt, and skipped out of the house
to go see her Uncle.

   He was working, and she had to wait to see him.  The dental assistant
stared at her so much that she sought out a mirror and looked in it to see
what was wrong.  She had no idea that her look was that of a well-fucked,
intensely loved woman who had passion bubbling beneath the surface like
molten magma, ready to burst forth.  And other women could see it there ...
could sense the competition in this young woman who just screamed "FUCK ME"
with the way she looked.

   The dental assistant, who on more than one occasion had gone to lunch
with her boss, those lunches held at his house ...  in his bedroom, sidled
up to her boss and whispered in his ear.  "There's a girl out there asking
for you.  She's not a customer and she doesn't look like your type."

   Bob heard the jealousy in the assistant's voice and looked out through a
set of saloon doors.

   "That's my niece," he said, as if that settled the issue.

   "Well, niece or not, look out for her.  She's on the prowl." muttered
the assistant, going back to her work.

   Bob stuck his head out in the hall.  "Hi Sweets.  What's up?"

   Brandy smiled.  "I just wanted to show you how your idea panned out,"
she said.  "And arrange to pay off the bet I lost." she added.

   Bob smiled and told her to wait twenty minutes and he'd take lunch.

   Brandy sat in the waiting room, leafing through various magazines as
patients came and went.  Every woman who saw her suffered the same narrowed
eyes and grimness of mouth that comes from one woman identifying
competition in another one.  Brandy, completely unknowing, just sat and
read.

   When Bob came out he hung up his smock and told Brandy they could leave.

   "How long is your lunch?" asked Brandy.

   "How long does it need to be?" asked Bob.

   "Well, I don't know for sure.  Could you take two hours?" she asked,
clutching her bag.

   Bob looked at a schedule and spoke to several of his employees, giving
them instructions on what to do for various patients who were due in during
the time he'd be gone.

   Bob opened the door for Brandy and she slid into his restored 1967
Shelby Cobra.  He merged into traffic with a surge of muted horsepower and
Brandy was pressed back into her seat.  She clutched the bag with the
models she'd made in her lap.

   "So ...  where do you want to go for lunch?" he asked.

   Brandy looked at him.  "I'm not all that hungry," she said.  "Let's just
go to your house."

   Bob looked back briefly.  He too noticed the sultry look of the girl,
and remembered his jealous assistant's evaluation of this sexy young woman.
She looked so good sitting in the interior of the car, like she belonged
there ...  like she was his woman.  Bob had to wonder why he didn't have a
regular girlfriend who looked that good.

   "OK then," he said.  "What's up?"

   "I got the models all finished and I wanted to show them to you," she
said, crinkling the bag.

   "Oh," he said.  "So Chuck and Bobby cooperated?"

   "I guess you could say that." Brandy giggled.

   She didn't elaborate on that, and Bob didn't press her.  She obviously
wanted something.  He just drove home.

   When they got inside she turned and crushed her body to his, giving him
an ardent kiss.  He stiffened in his pants and returned the kiss happily.
When they finally broke apart she said "I wanted to thank you.  Everything
turned out well.  Much better than I had thought."

   He herded her into the kitchen and she dumped the rubber dicks out of
the bag onto the table.  Bob picked up his, and one other that was longer
and slimmer than the other one.  He felt odd, handling something male that
looked so lifelike.  "They're amazing.  You did a really good job Brandy."

   She smiled a brilliant smile.  "They're so ...  real looking.  It was a
really good idea Uncle Bob.  Thank you," she said.

   "Well, you're welcome.  So did you bring the hundred dollars?" He was
kidding, but he had to needle her a little.  "I told you they'd go for it."

   "Oh they went for it all right," she said.  "It made me horny to make
them.  Hornier than I've ever been Uncle Bob." She didn't smile now.  "I
got so horny I ...  experimented."

   Bob felt his prick arrive at complete erection.  "With one of these?" he
asked.

   "With all of them." said Brandy softly.

   There was a moment of silence as Bob thought about what that meant ...
where the things in his hands had been ...  where the copy of his dick had
been.

   She went on.  "And then ...  I had to compare the models ...  to the
real thing.  I had to make sure they were exact copies.  I didn't do that
with yours though, Uncle Bob.  I need to do that with yours too." She took
his copy in her hand.

   "I can live with that," he said, undoing his pants.  He didn't stop
there, but took off all his clothes.  He was sticking straight out.  Brandy
was staring at him.  "Compare away," he said, putting his hands on his
hips.

   Brandy got on her knees in front of him, and held up the copy of what
was inches from her face,

   "Perfect" she said.

   She gripped it with one hand and then gripped him with the other.  "I
did this too," she said.  She jacked on him slowly "to see if they felt
alike.".  She leaned forward and put her mouth over the plumb sized head of
his prick and sucked gently.  Pulling off she said "And I did that too."

   "To all of them?" he croaked.

   "Uh huh." she affirmed.

   She stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt, baring her breasts. 
"And I was too horny to stop at that Uncle Bob.  Do you know why?" She
unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, stepping out of them and standing
in front of him in only her new panties.  She watched as his eyes devoured
her, including the panties.

   "I compared them in all those ways.  It was a part of comparing them
that I hadn't planned on.  But the things you did with me ...  Uncle Bob
... they made me horny.  It's all your fault Uncle Bob.  You made me horny.
I needed ...  more."

   "Did you get more?" he asked, pulling her to him.

   "Yes," she said, grinding her pussy against his erection.

   "Did you get enough?" He ground back.

   "No," she said, lifting her lips for another kiss.

   Their hands were all over each other, caressing, probing, feeling,
sliding.

   She pushed him back, panting.  "I think we need to do the last
comparison in your bedroom."

   "I fully agree," he said back.

   They all but ran to the bedroom and she flopped down on the bed.  He
crawled up after her and reached for the panties, pulling them slowly down
and kissing her abdomen, then her fluffy hair.  He couldn't get to her
pussy lips until she jerked one leg out of the g-string.  He left it
hanging on one ankle and dove in to slurp and suck at the pussy he now knew
he was going to get to fuck.

   Bob got a lot more sex than Chuck and Bobby, naturally, so he wasn't
quite so inflamed as they had been.  He took the time to get his beautiful
niece off three times before he slid his aching boner into her sweet, hot,
and very tight box.  She was very appreciative, and her enthusiasm brought
him to his own critical point quickly once he was in her.

   "Oh baby I want to cum up in you," he groaned, assuming he'd have to
pull out.

   "Mmmmm I want to feel you spurting in me," she said, kissing his chin.

   "Did they cum in you?" he moaned.

   "Yes," she said.  "They came in me a lot."

   "What if you get pregnant?" he asked, trying to hold off.

   "I hope I do." she whispered.

   Bob gave an agonized groan and planted his seed in his niece's womb,
giving her just as much as either of the others had.  Her legs wrapped
around him and she whined about how wonderful it felt to feel each spurt,
and that she loved him.

   They lay together, holding each other and talking.

   "Why would you want to get pregnant, sweety?" he asked.

   "A week ago I was a virgin, and didn't know what I was missing.  I love
doing this ...  at least with you three.  And I love all three of you.  Now
I can't think of anything I'd rather do that make babies with you."

   "All of us?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.

   "Well, I don't actually care which one of you wins that race.  I just
like running it," she said.

   "You could do that on the pill, baby," he said.

   "I couldn't have your beautiful little baby if I did that," she said
with some finality.

   Their talk had made Bob ready to go again, and he gave her two more
orgasms before he dumped another helping of his thick, rich spunk into her
heaving loins.  Then they got up and fixed something to eat.

   ==========================================

   Brandy only had two more days at home on Spring Break.  By the time she
was driving back to Norman she felt like she had spent at least half of
each day flat on her back, naked, with a horny man rutting between her
legs. Not that she had objected.  If anything she was unhappy she was going
back to school.  She had her project in the car with her, but now she
didn't know if she wanted to turn it in or not.  She'd have to talk to the
professor and make sure he'd give them back to her in a timely manner.  She
wasn't going to be able to do without them for long.  She wasn't planning
on letting any of the men at school do what her three lovers had done. 
That was to be saved for them.  She could easily drive back home on the
weekends, and the models would just have to suffice during the week.

   Her father and Brother still didn't know about each other, or about
Uncle Bob.  And Uncle Bob knew that, and had promised not to blow her
cover. Her plan was simple.  If she kept having periods, she'd go back home
as often as she could afford to.  If she missed a period ...  well they had
a good clinic at the university where she could get prenatal care.  If that
happened, she'd wait and go back home when her condition was ...  obvious.

   Which is exactly what happened.  She missed the next period she was due
for when she got back in school.  And she missed the one after that.  She
waited as long as she could, but the end of the semester got there sooner
than she would have wished.  She called her father and asked if she could
come back home for the summer, so she wouldn't have to rent someplace to
live when the dorm closed.  She had special permission to live in the dorm
until June because she worked in the registrar's office, and they had a lot
of work at the end of school.  She told her father she'd get a job there in
Shawnee so she could begin saving some money.

   And of course the thought of having her there at home ...  and available
...  made her father jump at the chance.

   She felt just a little guilty about showing up without any warning as to
her altered appearance.  By the time her job in the registrar's office was
done and she had packed up the car, she was, more or less, four months
pregnant.  She could still wear her jeans, though those days were numbered,
and probably by what she could count on both hands.  But there was an
obvious swell under her T shirt that announced to the world that this long
haired girl had spread her legs for somebody.  Her breasts had enlarged
only a little, maybe one cup size.  All in all she was the picture of a
healthy young woman who was in the process of ensuring that the human race
would survive.  She drove most of the way home with one hand on the wheel,
and the other on her belly.

   Brandy just happened to arrive home when her father and brother were out
together shopping for food and party materials for her welcome home party.
Both men had been very excited about her coming home, and for the same
reason, though neither knew it.

   And so, when they drove up and saw her on the porch, partially obscured
from view by the porch rail, they were ecstatic to see her.  All the
goodies in the back of the car were forgotten as Chuck and Bobby raced to
be the first to hug the beautiful woman standing on the porch.

   They were neck and neck in their race, when there appeared, in the front
lawn, two sets of skid marks as both men slid to a stop.  Brandy had
stepped to the top of the porch stairs and was standing in profile, hands
behind her back.

   That she was pregnant was obvious.  That she was gorgeous registered
with both men.  And the same thought went through each man's mind.  "I
knocked her fucking up!"

   Culturally, pregnancy is different in many ways from one world
population to another.  There are different rituals to observe when a woman
is pregnant, and different forms of dress.  There are different foods that
are eaten, both to celebrate and to nourish the baby.  Women are expected
to act in different ways, some working until the baby forces its way out of
the womb in the fields, and others lying abed for months.  There are lots
of differences about pregnant women between cultures.

   But there is one thing that is common to every place in the world,
concerning pregnancy.  The man who assumes he has made a woman pregnant
becomes an Alpha Male.  True, there are differences in how this is
manifested, but the fact is that the man who knocks a woman up is proud, by
and large.  He has, after all, proved he is a man.  And part of the Alpha
Male's job is to protect the pregnant woman and defend against any males
who want to take her for their own.  And she is desirable to other men. 
After all, she has just proved that she is fertile and can bear children.

   So the natural reaction in both Chuck and Bobby was to claim Brandy as
"his woman".  Another reaction was that both, seeing the fruits of their
efforts four months back, developed erections to re-create the original
activity that swelled "his woman's" belly in the first place.

   All that took place on a level that was unconscious.  It was instinct of
a sort.  What took place on the cognitive level was also similar.

   For Bobby, he had fucked his sister and was about to be caught by his
father.

   For Chuck, he had fucked his daughter and was about to be exposed to the
whole fucking world.

   And both felt pangs that they had, quite possibly, ruined Brandy's life.

   As one ...  as if they'd practiced it for hours ...  two Alpha Male
voices, deep and commanding, produced the same five words directed at the
woman on the porch.

   "Oh Brandy, I'm so sorry."

   There was the tinkle of laughter from ...  the woman.  She also was
working on some instinct that helped her know that they'd feel bad, at
first anyway.

   "Come here you two.  We have a few things to talk about."

   There were TWO deer in the headlights, and both had antlers.  The Alpha
Male's heads swiveled and they looked at each other.  What was ...  the
woman ...  talking about?

   Brandy had brought some chairs out on the porch.  It was such a
beautiful day she wanted to sit out.  She pointed to chairs and, when
they'd seated themselves, she dropped her little bomb.

   "When I made the models for my project - I did get an 'A' on it, by the
way - I had sex with each of you.  Uncle Bob too.  Nobody forced me and, in
fact, I'd have to say I asked for it."

   Two Alpha Males mouths were flapping as they realized their territory
had been violated and they didn't even know it.

   Brandy went on.  "One of you, and I don't know which, is the father of
my baby.  I love my baby already.  I love all of you.  I don't care whose
baby it is.  And when it's time I want to have another baby ...  and
another after that.  I know this is strange for you, but I love you all,
and I don't want there to be any disruption in our lives."

   Bobby blurted out "But I start college next fall.  I won't even BE
here!"

   "That's fine" said Brandy.  "I'm going to try to be a mostly full time
mother.  Some of that depends on Daddy, and whether I can live with him. 
Uncle Bob is another possibility for that if you can't deal with this,
Daddy." She had been facing Bobby, but turned to her father at the last. 
Now she looked back at Bobby.  "But at some point in the future, if you
haven't gotten yourself a girlfriend or wife or whatever, and you want a
child, I'll have one for you."

   Chuck was still staring at her swollen belly.

   "Daddy?" said Brandy.

   Chuck looked up and said "I love you baby.  I don't care whose it is.  I
love you and you can live with me as long as you want.  I'm gonna be a
Grandpa?!"

   Brandy giggled.  "Well either that or a Daddy again.  I suppose Grandpa
might be easier to work with.  If it's important we could do a DNA test to
find out who the actual father is.  It just depends on what you guys want
to do."

   "What do YOU want to do, Brandy?" asked her father.

   "I want to raise babies and love them and love the three of you," she
said.

   "But that's not the way the world works." said Chuck sadly.

   "I don't see why not." said Brandy.  "There are lots of single moms in
the world.  Sometimes they know who the father of their child is and
sometimes they don't.  Nobody around here is going to ask or even care who
the father of my baby is."

   "What do we do about ...  um ...  sleeping arrangements?" asked Bobby.
His father's head snapped toward him.  It was odd to hear his son asking
about how he would be able to sleep with his sister.  Then he relaxed.  He
was planning on sleeping with his daughter, so why should he think Bobby
was off base.

   Brandy smiled.  "I have a room.  You two have a room.  There are plenty
of beds."

   "You know what I mean." grumbled Bobby.

   "We can work out a schedule." said Brandy.  "Neither of you is going to
get me in bed as often as you did the last time I was here.  I could hardly
walk when I got back to school." She grinned to soften the jab.  "But
you'll both have ample time to show me how much you wish this baby is
yours. You have to agree to include Uncle Bob too.  I love him too,
remember."

   Had the decision been something along the lines that an Alpha Male would
be well equipped to deal with, they'd have been fine.  Say, for instance,
if the situation had called for a fight to the death over the woman, they
would have been perfectly capable of making a decision and taking action
... either fight ...  or flight.

   But sharing the woman just didn't flow along Alpha Male lines of
thought. So, what each concentrated on was that he was being invited to
have sex with the woman more or less as often as he wanted, within reason,
of course, as long as he allowed the woman to have sex with two others in
the tribe.

   "OK" said Bobby.

   "Whatever you say sweety." said her father.

   And they all went into the house to start their new life together.
EPILOGUE:
There was one thing that the men in Brandy's life didn't think of.  They
cannot be blamed for this, as none of them had ever been in the situation
they found themselves in over the next five months.  While Brandy had
warned them that their ardor, or at least the frequency of their ardor
would have to be controlled, none of them thought about the ardor of the

pregnant woman in the mix.

   Brandy had been without sex, not counting the frequent and extended use
of her three rubber dicks, for four months.  And, as her body bloomed along
with the baby growing inside of her, she craved sex even more.

   As it turned out, it was a good thing there WERE three men in her life.
It took all three of them to keep her satisfied.  Bob became a frequent
visitor for what they laughingly called sleepovers.  His assigned bed was
Brandy's.  That worked out well because while Brandy was wearing out her
father, and then Bobby, Uncle Bob could cat nap so that, when it was his
turn, he was fresh and could bat ...  cleanup, so to speak.

   And when a bouncing baby boy was delivered, while three nervous men
paced in the waiting room, the mother answered "Yes" when the doctor asked
if blood should be drawn for a DNA test.  She later provided hair samples
for that blood to be compared to.

   Brandy was sitting on the porch in a rocking chair nursing baby Richard
when the mailman approached with a registered letter.  She didn't bother to
cover her breast.  Richard was a lusty hungry baby who had conniptions if
he was pulled from the nipple before he was ready.  She smiled at the young
mailman, whose eyes were large as he asked for her signature.

   She tore the letter open and scanned the results of the DNA test,
performed at her request and compared to hair samples provided by the
customer.  The test results confirmed that the DNA of the blood sample
matched hair sample number two.  Only the customer knew whose hair sample
number two belonged to.

   Brandy smiled and shifted Richard to the other nipple.  The mailman was
still standing there, staring at her naked breast.  She handed him the
letter.

   "Would you mind terribly disposing of that in the dumpster down at the
end of the street when you go by there?" she asked sweetly.

   The mailman jerked his eyes away from the woman's breast, which she had
not bothered to cover when she moved the baby to the other one.

   He licked his lips.  "It would be my pleasure ma'am," he said.  And he
hurried on his way.  
