Young Girls Inside Out
(Mm/ff, inc, ped, preg, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
kysa online





It all started out as just a joke, and then blossomed from there. When Melinda and I got married, she was four months pregnant. While this raised quite a few eyebrows: For Melinda and I, it was the best thing that could have happened. I mean: previously, her parents and mine had been doing everything they could to break us up. They just couldn't believe that a sixteen-year old boy and a twelve-year old little girl really cared for each other, or knew what they were getting into. I mean, I was so much older than her.

Horseshit! I mean, If I had been 26, and she had been 22, nobody would have thought a thing. In fact, I understand that four years difference is almost the average, in that age group. For us however, it had been one long round after another, of sneaking ways to see each other; almost driving both of our parents to distraction.

Originally, Melinda's older sister Sarah had been my girlfriend, until one day Melinda had caught the two of us going at it like bunny rabbits. Sarah had come up with the idea of keeping Melinda's mouth shut, by inviting her in. That way, Melinda couldn't tell on us, when she was doing the same thing herself.

Well, if you think I exactly fought the idea of fucking Sarah's cute little ten-year old sister, when the kid really seemed to want it, then you're crazier than I was. Yeah, I must have been crazy to fuck the little kid. I mean, do you know what they do to guys who fuck little ten-year old girls. Even fourteen-year olds don't get off easy. Still, at fourteen, my hormones were stronger than my good sense. Besides, with both her thirteen-year old sister Sarah, and the little ten-year old herself both pushing me, I didn't rally have a chance to say, "No."

If this sound's like I regret what I did that day, you've gotten the wrong impression. I enjoyed it then, and both Melinda and I are happy with the results now, many years later. Well, as you might expect, it didn't stop at just that first time. Once I had felt the little kid's tight little hole squeezing the sperm out of my cock, I wanted to do it again. So did Melinda. In spite of the pain of losing her virginity that day, Melinda turned out to be just as eager as I was to repeat the process when she got over being sore.

The first few times, Melinda had to almost threaten her big sister, to get Sarah to let me fuck her. Luckily, it was about this time, that Sarah met the leader of the basketball team, and was starting to lose interest in me anyway. Still, we had to keep up appearances.

So, for almost a year, I would come over about every other day, ostensibly to see Sarah, while in reality I was boffing her little sister, while the older girl kept a lookout. Sometimes I'd still fuck Sarah, when the sight of me sticking it to her little sister got to be too much; but mostly she did it with Brad.

The other days, Melinda would return the favor by keeping an eye out for Sarah, while Brad laid the pipe in her big sister. Sarah was on the pill by this time, so nobody worried. Even Melinda and I didn't worry, as she was only eleven by this time, and not having periods yet. Things changed drastically though, once her parents figured out that I was really coming over to see Melinda instead of her older sister. I mean, it was like the roof fell in! Actually, I'm not sure if it was her parents or mine who figured things out. They both got together and did their best to separate us though. I mean, you never heard so many lectures in your life! Lectures about "propriety" and "sensibility" and "peers" and "too young" and "what if this?" and "what if that?" until I had it coming out my ears. Melinda told me she got the same sort of lecture from her parents, as well.

I guess it's a darn good thing our parents didn't know how far we had really gone, or who knows what they might have done? In any case, for the next eight months, our families did their best keep the two of us apart. My parents kept introducing me to such "nice" wholesome girls about my own age, hoping I would take a shine to one of them. I didn't want a "nice" girl though. I wanted a cute little sexy "nasty" girl like Melinda.

Melinda felt the same way. She wanted to haul me off into her bedroom and fuck, not sit around the house making meally- mouth with some pimply-faced little kid her own age, who probably wouldn't know which hole to stick his prick into, if you gave him an illustrated instruction manual. (Melinda's words, not mine. I told you she was kinky.)

Well, as you know by now, it didn't work. The more they tried to keep us apart, the more Melinda and I worked to get together. Living right next door to each other made it almost impossible for them to succeed; and easier than you might think for us to get together. For one thing, we rode to school on the same bus every day, so our parents couldn't have kept us completely apart, anyway. Then at night, we found more ways to get together than you would believe. We still fucked every chance we got, too. Only it was a lot harder to find the opportunity.

Only by threatening to tell on Sarah, if she didn't help us, did we manage to get in as much sex as we did. From almost every other day, we barely managed to fuck about once a week, after that. Of course when we did, we weren't satisfied with just one fuck. I usually managed to leave two or even three big slippery loads of baby-juice in Melinda's tight little tummy every time.

Sometimes even more. Melinda would sometimes walk funny, as she tried to make it back to her house, without my sperm dribbling down her leg, and letting everyone know what she had been up to. Twice, she didn't succeed, but thankfully nobody noticed. That is, until Melinda's pants got tight.

No, we weren't ignorant. We both knew the risk we were taking, once Melinda started having her periods. It's just that we couldn't stop. I mean, we didn't dare try to get her on the pill, and the thought of MY parents finding a supply of condoms in my bedroom, was enough to give both of us the shudders.

Twice, Sarah's boyfriend Brad managed to get us a six-pack of condoms, but they didn't last a week. (Brad and I are still good friends, even now, years later.) The other option: stopping, just wasn't one of the possibilities. Melinda and I both felt that getting caught, or even getting pregnant and getting caught, was better than giving each other up. By that time, we were so close you couldn't have pried us apart with a knife.

Well, as I mentioned at the beginning, Melinda finally caught. It was two months later before we were sure, and a month after that, before we confessed. We didn't know what else to do. I mean, Melinda was going to need proper care pretty soon, and we both didn't want to take a chance on our baby.

Once we knew she was pregnant, it seemed like our whole world shifted its priorities. No longer was the most important thing in the world staying together. Not that we were any less adamant about wanting to be together; it's just that it was even MORE important that our kid would be okay.

Surprisingly, things didn't turn out as bad as you might figure. Once they got over being hurt and mad at us for sneaking around, our parents found themselves with two choices. Either prosecute me for statutory rape, or marry the two of us off. It wasn't really a decision. Especially, when they saw how the two of us felt about each other and the baby.

Even Sarah came out in the open and supported us, and my big brother as well. Heck, I hadn't even realized that Mike liked me, up until then. We had always fought over so many things in the past. (Mike told me later, that he just couldn't stand to see me get railroaded for doing the right thing, and not abandoning the girl I loved, when the going got tough. After all these years, I'm finally beginning to like the guy.)

As I said, it wasn't really a decision. We were married two weeks later. It took that long, to get the dress, mail invitations, and rent the hall. Otherwise, If Momma had her way, we would have been married the next day.

For about a year we lived in my parent's house, while Daddy worked to get us a place of our own. You wouldn't believe how awkward it is, to live in the same house with your parents, while you are fucking the little girl next door, and they know about it. Even if you ARE married.

Of course, it was awkward for Momma and Daddy too; so they worked a lot harder to set us up in our own place, than they might have otherwise.

Once Brian was born, it got even worse. Melinda was put on the pill though; so we didn't have to worry about that for a while.

We were both so relieved to get our own house. We would have been happy to live in a tent, if that would get us some privacy. Thankfully, Daddy did better than that for us. It wasn't the Taj-Mahal, but it seemed like heaven to two privacy-starved oversexed teenagers. A kitchen/dining-room/living-room, bathroom, with a real tub, and two dinky bedrooms, in a cabin by the lake made for cramped quarters, but it still seemed big to the two of us. We settled the baby into the second bedroom, and started work on making siblings for him. It was at this point, that we first started the joke. Yes, joke! Don't you remember? I told you at the beginning: This whole story was about a joke that has gotten out of hand. Everything up to now, has just been preamble, so you could understand how the joke got started. Got it? okay. I'll continue. As I said, it was at this point that we first started the joke. We had just decided that we were going to have to get a new bed, for the other bedroom, for Brian to sleep in, once the new baby was born. At the time, as nearly as I can remember, we were discussing what type of bed we should get.

"Well," said Melinda, "if it's a boy, maybe we could get bunk-beds. They'd stack against the wall, and give each kid their own bed, without taking up too much space. I don't know what we'll do, if it's a girl."

It was about that time, that I had a flash of brilliance. It was such a cute sexy, funny idea, that I just couldn't resist.

"Well in that case," I said, struggling mightily, and barely succeeding in keeping a calm voice, and a straight face, "there's no problem."

"Huh?" said Melinda. I love it, when my beautiful wife plays the "straight-man." Usually, she's so smart, she manages to get me, on the punchline. That day, I had her!

"Well," I repeated, "if it's a boy, we'll get bunk beds. If it's a girl, then it's even easier. Well just let them sleep in the same bed."

Melinda looked at me with her mouth open for a minute, then chuckled. "You nut!" she said, "You can't be serious."

I just grinned at her, so she hit me with a pillow.

That night, Melinda was almost insatiable in bed. She's always so sexy, when she's pregnant, not to mention beautiful; but that night was different. She twitted me several times that night about "having our son sleep with his little sister." Each time she did though, she seemed to get hotter and hotter. It's a wonder the bed didn't melt.

The next day, she told me, that we'd just have to wait until the baby was born, so we'd know which kind of bed to buy. In any case, it wouldn't hurt to let both kids sleep in the crib, until we got the bed. Brian was barely old enough anyway, to sleep in a bed. Now Melinda was teasing me!

I went along with the gag. We both thought it was so funny; but I don't think either of us was really serious. Of course, neither of us wanted to back down either. For the next month, we talked and joked about what style of bunk-beds we'd get if we had two boys, and what kind of bed we'd get for Brian to share with his little sister if he had one.

Well, at least I was joking. Thinking about it now, I'm not so sure if Melinda was joking or not! I remember saying to her, "That what would be best, was if we had two little boys first; then had two little girls. That way, we'd get by with just the bunk-beds for all four of them; as each boy could sleep with a little sister."

Melinda almost knocked me down with a pillow, but she was grinning as broadly as I was. For sure the idea didn't turn her off, as she almost fucked me ragged that night.

About a month after she got home from the hospital, we went shopping for a bed for Brian. By unspoken agreement we first looked at bunk-beds, then bought a full-sized bed for him to sleep in.

"After all," said Melinda, as we drove home, "Sharon's going to need a room of her own, anyway."

For almost a month, Brian shared the crib with his little sister anyway, until the new bed arrived. When we first put him in his own bed his little sister cried, because she was used to feeling her brother's body next to hers.

Melinda and I finally put the two kids back together in the crib, just to allow everyone to get some sleep. "After all," we both said guiltily, "it's not as though we were really PLANNING on having the two kids sleep together permanently. It's just for now."

Now dragged on and on. When Melinda came home from the hospital with Jennifer (Jenny), the crib was certainly not big enough for all three kids, so we had to decide what to do. We couldn't afford to add onto the house yet, so somebody had to move. We finally decided to let Sharon go on sleeping with her older brother, "Just for now."

A year later, Jenny joined Brian and Sharon, as Diane took over the crib. I mean, we didn't have any place else to put her, except in our own bed. We planned on giving our kids a sex education; but that would have been pushing it a bit; don't you think?

After Diane, Melinda went back on the pill. If we couldn't afford to add onto the house, we certainly couldn't afford any more kids. Besides, we both figured that with four lovely kids, we might be pushing our luck, if we went for five.

A year and a half later, Diane joined her two sisters in bed with their brother. We sold the crib, as it took up too much room. That gave us just barely enough space for another dresser.

With four kids all sharing the same bedroom, we needed it.

Melinda and I both looked at each other guiltily, when we took down the crib without even finding another bed for Brian. "After all," we said, "it's just for a year or two, until we get our new place."

By then, we had decided NOT to add onto the cabin, but to build a home of our own, on the same land. It was nice and private, with no nosy neighbors, and lots of space for a much better home than the barely four-room cabin. I was starting to finally earn a decent wage, and we figured that it was worth the wait.

The plans called for six bedrooms, four baths, kitchen, REAL dining-room, living-room, den, washroom, family-room, double- garage, and even a cupola-styled attic room, that I insisted on for a view of the lake. Melinda asked me what the extra big bedroom was for, with the kingsize bed in it, at the end of the hall where the children's bedrooms were.

I grinned at her. "If the kids want to continue sleeping together," I replied jokingly, "then a little double-bed just isn't big enough, is it?"

My wife stared at me. "You're not serious?" she asked.

"Well," I answered, "it's really a guest bedroom, for either of our parents when they stay over. but if the kids want to use it for that. . ."

Melinda stared at me, then giggled, "I guess if they want to, we can't really keep them from sleeping together anyway, huh?"

So, we left it up to the kids. When we moved in, we told them that they all now had their own rooms, and their own beds, if they wanted them, but if they preferred, they could still all sleep together in the big bed down at the end of the hall. It's just that if they DID, they mustn't tell anybody, as some people didn't understand about brothers and sisters sleeping in the same bed.

We shouldn't have given them the option. I mean, that was when things first really started to get out of hand. We had one chance to correct things, and we blew it. In the next five years, I don't think any of the kids' beds got more than a night or two's use each year. Then it was only when guests were over to visit the girls, or one of the kids was sick or something.

Except for when one of the kids wanted to take a private nap, they all slept together in that big kingsize bed. Each one's own room, was where they lived, but the big bedroom was where they all slept.

It was shortly after we first moved, when Brian was about five and one/two, Sharon was four, Jenny was three, and Diane was two, that we decided we'd better teach the kids about sex, before some pervert took advantage of them. (As if we weren't perverted enough.)

We got a big picture-book, that showed what little girls and boys looked like and what mommies and daddies looked like too. Of course, this wasn't all that new to any of the kids, as they all slept naked together anyway. (All except Diane, anyway. She still used a diaper, but only at night.)

We showed the kids how their sexual organs were different, and why, and how sometimes a man would get stiff so that he could put it inside a woman to make a baby. They all asked questions, which we tried to field. Some of them were really wild, like:

"When your sperm comes out Daddy, what does it look like?"

"Isn't that messy, if you squirt that white-stuff in Mommy?"

"When will I be able to squirt that white-stuff?"

"Is Momma going to have a baby, if you put your thing inside her?"

"Can we watch you make a baby in Momma, Daddy?"

"Yeah Momma, can we watch?"

"Daddy, when are you going to stick your 'thing' in me, so I can have a baby?"

That last question, shut the whole show down. Up to then, Melinda and I had been toying with the idea of maybe actually DOING it and letting the kids see what sex was really about, by acting out the old joke about the sophisticated parents who asked their boy what he wanted for Christmas. Well, the kid said, "I wanta watch." So, they let him.

Well, somewhat embarrassing as the idea of performing sex in front of your own children was, it was kind of a turn-on too. But there was no way I was going to fuck my own three-year old little girl, or even let her think I even wanted to. Or even her big sister, for that matter. We hurriedly explained that they were all much too young to have babies yet, and besides, they really wouldn't be ready for sex, for several more years yet.

We explained to the kids, that even we didn't have sex, just to have babies though. While we felt we had enough children, we still enjoyed making love together, and that they would find out why people liked to have sex so much when they were a bit older. Well, not so much older, as you might think.

That night, while my wife and I were tearing off still another frantic "piece", as the stimulation of teaching our own kids about sex made us reach even greater heights of horniness than usual, we were interrupted.

I was just in the process of squirting my sexy wife's cute little belly full of another heavy load of baby-juice. Melinda had gotten me all excited by whispering in my ear, "Daddy, when are you going to stick your 'thing' in me, so I can have a baby?"

It seems the thought of me "sticking it to" my own three-year old little girl had gotten Melinda so excited, she wanted to keep on acting out the fantasy over and over. I would remind her that I was WAY too big for such a little girl and besides; you weren't supposed to fuck your own kids.

Melinda would just moan, and say, "I know. But think how tight she would be inside." This would get me to blow another wad, and then Melinda would start all over again. I was just in the process of squirting my third load of the evening in Melinda; this time actually acting out the fantasy of squirting my sperm in my own daughter's tight little tummy; when we became aware that one of the objects of our fantasy was watching our every move.

Brian and Sharon had come into the bedroom so quietly (or maybe we were making so much noise) that we hadn't heard them come in. Luckily, I had just managed to get off; moaning something like, "Oh honey, Daddy's making a baby in his little girl!" when we became aware of our audience.

Neither child seemed to be shocked at the idea of their father pretending he was fucking one of his own daughters. Possibly, that was because they were too wrapped up in their own worries at the moment, but I don't think so.

It took both Melinda and I a moment to recover, before we asked Brian and Sharon what they were doing in our room. Always before, when we had sex, the children had left us discretely alone. We had made it clear, that when the door was closed, we didn't want to be disturbed.

It turned out, that Brian was worried about his little sister. He was afraid he had hurt her pretty bad. that got our attention! I mean, our children rarely if ever fought, and then only childish spats. That her big brother might have actually HURT his little sister in a fight, was almost unbelievable. Well, as you've probably guessed, it wasn't a fight.

Melinda almost burst into giggles, when she found out that Sharon was just dripping a little blood from her vagina, while Brian had a red-ring around the base of his cock. My wife managed to stifle her giggles down to hiccups, and I managed somehow to suppress a big grin, when I realized my five-year old son, had just taken his little sister's virginity.

We managed to get the two kids calmed down, and explained to them that this always happened the first time a girl had sex. We also told them that they were both a little young yet to do this anyway, but the damage was already done.

After we got both kids cleaned up, and made sure that Sharon had stopped bleeding, my wife and I went back to bed, and tore off still another piece. God! Just five years old, and getting your four-year old little sister's virginity!

After that first night, we figured the kids had learned their lessons, because we never heard another squawk from any of them. We learned a few years later, that they had learned their lessons all right. That same night, after learning that it was normal for a girl to bleed the first time, but it was necessary to do it, if you were going to start having sex, the older boy had taken all THREE of his little sister's virginities. Yes, even his two-year old little sister Diane's. Afterwards, all three of the other kids would clean each other up.

From then on, Brian must have fucked each of his little sister's at least once a week, and was probably fucking them once a day, by the time we found out. Of course, it was much too late by then, for us to do anything about it.

I think Melinda was more disappointed that she didn't get to see her son fuck his little sisters for the first time, than she was annoyed at them for sneaking around and doing it behind our backs like that. By that time, Brian was ten, and had been fucking all three of his little sisters for almost five years. There was no way we were going to get them to stop, and we didn't even try.

"Besides," Melinda pointed out to me, "isn't that what we wanted anyway? I mean, putting all three girls in bed with their big brother, what did we expect?"

I replied that, "I had expected they might do something like that, but when they were older. Still, as long as nobody got hurt, and no one outside the family found out, why not?"

After that, we no longer closed our door, when we were fucking, and every once in a while would find one or more of the kids watching us. Sometimes, we would even finish up, and find Brian casually fucking one of his little sisters, while they both watched. He still didn't cum yet, but both kids seemed to enjoy it anyway. Even little Diane seemed to like the feel of her big brother's cock slipping in and out of her tight little hole.

Once in a while, we would turn the tables, and sneak down to the children's bedroom, where WE would watch Brian fuck one or another of his sisters, before going to bed. The two girls he was NOT fucking at the time, always seemed to watch impatiently for their turn, but the kids must have worked out some kind of schedule, because there were never any arguments over whose "turn" it was.

Every time we watched, Melinda and I would get so excited we would go back to our room and fuck like bunnies for an hour or two. For some reason, we never did it together with the kids. I guess we were just shy or something. Sometimes they would watch us, and sometimes we would watch them, but we never did it at the same time, in the same room. The nearest we ever came, is when Brian would fuck one of his little sisters while they both watched us from the doorway. This continued for two more years, until we had our first reminder that it couldn't continue this way forever.

It was kind of like the day that Sharon lost her virginity. Only the two worried kids standing beside our bed this time were old enough to actually look sexy. At ten and a half years old, Sharon looked like the epitome of a little girl who needed lots of baby-juice squirted up in her tight little hole, and Brian looked like just the big brother to give it to her.

"Now stop it, you dirty old man," I told myself, "neither one of them is old enough for that yet." I was wrong, of course. It turned out that this time the two kids were worried about Brian. They were afraid he might have caught some horrible disease or something, as "A white puss-like stuff" had come out of the older boy's prick, while he was fucking Diane. They both wondered if Brian would have to go to the doctor, and maybe them too. It seems they had learned PART of their sex-education course anyway. I could barely hold back the giggles, when I realized that my twelve-year old son had just "cum" inside his eight-year old sister.

It was Melinda, who got the nasty idea of teaching the kids that they mustn't "waste" their brother's sperm, and mustn't let it get on the bed either. I couldn't believe the cock-and-bull story Melinda told the kids, to make sure that each time Brian squirted his cum, the other two sisters would clean up both Brian, and the other sister up, by licking the sperm off Brian, and out of their sister's hole. What's more, I can't believe the kids fell for it.

Well, maybe they didn't. Maybe they just thought it was a sexy idea, just like we did. Anyway, we never did have to clean up cum-stains off the sheets, like most parents had to when they have teenaged boys in the house. His little sisters must have swallowed every drop that didn't go up their tight little snatches.

Two years later, we came face to face with the decision that had been approaching, ever since the first time we had moved Sharon from the crib into her big brother's bed. Sharon got her first period. Melinda and I agonized over this one.

On the one hand, we figured the little girl would NOT stop fucking her older brother. Conversations with all the kids had made it plain that they were as determined as we had been when we were kids, to keep on having sex with the person they wanted to have sex with. On the other hand, at only eleven years old, (well, almost twelve) we all knew that Sharon was much too young to have a baby. We were also afraid to put her on the pill, as we figured that taking hormones that strong at her age might have adverse effects on the little girl.

We finally decided to just hold our breaths, and hope. Most girls didn't get pregnant until they were at least fourteen, and usually about fifteen or sixteen. With luck, Sharon would have passed menarche, and her body developed into womanhood without her getting pregnant. We figured that by the time she was sixteen, she would have developed breasts, hair on her pussy, and be a full- fledged woman, so we could put her on the pill without worrying about stunting her proper development. For two years, this optimism seemed to be justified. About six months later, Jennifer joined her older sister in the ritual that separates girls from women. Now we had TWO little girls to worry about.

Sharon took her time developing. Finally, breasts started to appear on her once flat little chest, and a fine bush began to darken the bare little cunny, that looked so sexy stretched around her big brother's thick cock.

We were just about to set up an appointment, for Sharon to get her first prescription of the pill, as we figured the fifteen-year old girl was now developed enough that her body wouldn't be damaged by taking the pill, when the roof fell in.

Jenny came into our room one morning, complaining that she was sick. Two hours later, Sharon said she was sick also. Even Diane didn't look so hot. Figuring we had either a case of food- poisoning, or a bad case of the flu; Melinda rushed all three kids down to the clinic for checkups.

You guessed it. All THREE kids were pregnant. Yes, even little Diane, at only eleven years old (okay, almost twelve.) Brian must have knocked up all three of his little sisters, on almost the same day.

Luckily, all three kids had sense enough to keep their mouths shut, as we had already discussed what we should do, if any of them showed up pregnant, many times before. We weren't caught unprepared, because we always knew that one of the kids might "catch", no matter how young they were.

Still, all three at the same time? That must have been some orgy the teenager had with his little sisters that day. Of course, when we discussed it with them, it seems that EVERY day was an orgy like that with the kids.

You'd think that having made ONE mistake, that we would learn. HA!

Have you ever cared for THREE pregnant little girls? Don't! You'll wear yourself out. Still, I wouldn't have missed seeing it for the world. All the kids looked so cute, when their bellies started to get big, especially little Diane. She still didn't have any breasts, and her cunny was as bare and dimpled as any ten-year old's. The little girl looked like some dirty old man's fantasy of a ten-year old girl, knocked up by her own father. Only it was her big brother that did it.

Once we had a house full of crying babies, you'd think that the girls would have some sense, and let us put them on the pill, or at least use a diaphragm, or something. No way. Sharon put her foot down, and said she wanted her little girl to have a brother to sleep with, just like she had. (Oh boy! I KNEW we had made a mistake back then, letting the kids sleep together.)

Once they saw their older sister decide to have another baby, the two younger ones decided they weren't going to stop at one either. It's a good thing I make a lot of money now, or having all these babies in the house would bankrupt me.

Still, both Melinda and I still love babies as much as ever. In fact, lately she's been suggesting that maybe she should have one or two more of her own, before she gets too old. She's still only 40-years old, and older women than that have babies. I don't know. Of course, Melinda has ways of getting her own way.

It's been almost eleven years, since that first time we found ourselves with a houseful of little girls with big bellies. We were just beginning to heave a sigh of relief, as each of the kids decided to stop at four babies apiece: heavily weighted as to sex though, with nine girls, and only three boys. All the boys except one, being the youngest of their siblings. Just the reverse of the order of their parents.

Because the boys were too young to have sex, the girls are all virgins, except one. Their father is much too big now, to fit his cock inside his little girls, much bigger than even me, as I have a fairly normal sized cock, while all the stimulation of fucking his own sisters since he was five, seems to have given Brian a cock that would make a horse proud. All his little sisters seem to love it though.

Melinda and I were just beginning to feel relieved, that our daughters had finally decided they had enough kids, when our anniversary party came along.

Twenty-five years goes by so fast. Our silver anniversary, and we weren't even 40 years old yet. Well, Melinda wasn't. I passed the big Four-Oh, a couple of years before. Still, we don't feel all that old yet. It's a good thing too!

Our kids held a big public anniversary party on Saturday, even though it was the day before our actual anniversary, as that was the day they could rent the hall. More people showed up, than we remembered knowing. It was a blast. We finally said, "Good night," to the last guest about two hours after midnight.

Thankfully, the next day was Sunday, so we figured we could sleep in. HA!

It seems, our kids had planned their own "private" little anniversary party for us, when we were all alone. Melinda and I were just opening our eyes, about ten o'clock the next morning, when the whole family came trooping into our bedroom, naked as the day they were all born. Before we knew what was happening, our bed was covered with squirming sexy young bodies, the covers had been ripped off, and Melinda and I were each being serviced like a sultan in his harem.

Before I could even object, (not that I'm sure I would have, mind you) I had two lovely nubile young daughters, one in each arm, while a warm wet something or other was sliding up and down on my suddenly erect cock.

I figured it must have been one of my granddaughters, because I had two daughters kissing me madly, and I could see the third one taking similar care of my wife, along with her big brother. I managed to pull my mouth away from Diane's sucking tongue long enough to look down between my legs.

It was Tommy! My grandson pulled his mouth of my engorged cock to say, "Hi Grandpa, did I do it right?" before being replaced by his older sister. The kids were all taking turns at sucking my cock, including the boys!

Sharon got my attention again. "Let the kids have their fun, Pops," she said. "Now kiss me, like we should have been doing all these years!"

OH, was that sweet! I had always secretly lusted after my little girls, ever since I found out that their big brother was boffing them every night. Melinda and I often played a fantasy, where she was one of my daughters, and I was getting the little girl pregnant, "Like a father should," as Melinda would say. Now to have the real thing in my arms, kissing me like a porno- star while my cock was being serviced expertly by my own grandchildren, (And sometimes, NOT so expertly. I felt a little nip of teeth, then a quick "Sorry Grandpa" before the tiny mouth was replaced by a more experienced one.)

"I'm going to cum," I groaned.

"It's okay, Grandpa, we don't mind," came a giggle. I looked between my legs; to see three tousle-headed little girls sharing my prick. Each one would swallow as much as she could, before passing me to her sister for the next stroke.

The stimulation was too much. "Oh. . . I. . ." I groaned. I was going to do it. I was going t squirt my seed right down my own granddaughter's sucking little throat.

"Don't you dare!" hissed Diane, in my ear.

I was so surprised, that I almost lost my erection. Almost. The three little girls were too good for that to happen. I wondered what was bothering my Diane. She obviously didn't mind her daughters sucking me off, so why should she mind if I came in the little girls' mouths. The older girl made that clear.

"I get him first!" she exclaimed. "I've been waiting too many years, to get this inside me, to let it go to waste now," she told me firmly. With this, my daughter shifted her body over on top of mine, while her older sister moved over to make room. Three eager little hands combined to try and stuff my engorged cock into their mother's creaming little slit.

They succeeded. As I felt my youngest daughter's tight little hole slide down my swollen cock, I finally found out what I had been missing all these years. God did that feel good.

"Now fuck me Daddy, and cum in me," she told me. "I want to feel my handsome father making a baby in my tummy, like he should have done years ago."

"Yeah, Grandpa," echoed a string of little children's voices, as they all watched their mother fucking her own father, "knock Momma up like she wants you to."

"Please Grandpa?" pleaded a little-girl voice. "I want a little sister to play with too." It was too much. I let my little girl have it. If my whole family wanted me to impregnate my own daughter, a fantasy I had for years, then I wasn't going to let them down. I felt a bulge ripple through the tube on the underside of my prick, and then I knew I was doing it. I was squirting my sperm in my own daughter's womb, while the 22 year old woman did everything a girl can do to get her father to reproduce inside her.

Squirt after thick squirt of incestuous sperm went into my daughter's still tight little womb, as she worked like a harlot to extract every drop.

As we slowed up, the stimulation still continued though. I looked down, and saw that the three little girls had been joined by their brother, and all four kids were taking turns licking at the juncture of their mother's crotch, and my penis; cleaning up each drop of sperm, as it leaked out.

Diane finally rolled off me, and collapsed.

"I got it!" yelled Tommy, as he popped my cum-dribbling prick in his little mouth, and began cleaning it off with his tongue. His older sister was doing something similar to his mother.

"Hey! Don't be so greedy," came a squeaky little-girl voice, "I want some too!"

Reluctantly, Tommy shared my cock with his sister, while their siblings similarly worked on their mother. By the time they finished, my cock was once more erect, and threatening to give them both a taste direct from the source. Only this time, it was Sharon who objected, and her kids who took over the "bottom-end" job.

Sharon was smart. She had figured that her horny little sister wouldn't last long, and would just "take the edge off" of my erection. That way, she could get the long sexy screw that she had been dreaming about, for all these years.

She was right. After blowing my wad in her kid sister, Sharon and I were able to fuck for almost fifteen minutes, before I filled her belly so full of thick slippery sperm that it's a wonder she didn't have triplets.

Both Sharon and Diane were satisfied. Diane had "beaten" her older sister to me, like she had always dreamed of doing, while Sharon had gotten to enjoy three body wrenching, shuddering orgasms with my prick inside her, like she had always dreamed of doing, on her first time with me. It's a shame, that the kids didn't make their wishes know sooner though. Who knows how many kids we might have been able to have together by now?

What am I saying?! That's the whole trouble we're in NOW! I mean, things are far enough out of hand already.

As you might guess, Jennifer wanted me to fuck her too. Not only that, but my own son as well. Well, I didn't exactly fuck Brian, but he actually sucked me off, the way his own son almost had earlier. And you know what? I sucked him off as well.

I mean, I had never even thought of myself having homosexual inclinations, but when Brian came over and started sucking me off, it seemed almost like the most normal thing in the world to reciprocate by taking his sperm-covered cock (which was dangling right by my face) and clean it off for him, like he was doing for me.

Besides, all of my daughters, and even my own wife seemed to expect it of me. None of THEM had any hangups about sucking a man (or woman, for that matter) off, and they had made sure that none of their children did either. I couldn't disappoint my own family by being a prude. Surprisingly, (To me, that is. None of the rest of them would have been surprised.) it wasn't all that bad. The big slippery mess on my son's prick actually tasted good, once I recognized the taste of Melinda.

I realized that Brian must have left a very good helping of incestuous sperm inside his mother, as I tasted both Melinda's distinctive flavor, and the thicker, somewhat cloying taste of my son's semen mixed in. I wondered how Melinda had enjoyed being fucked by her own little boy. I hoped she had enjoyed it as much as I had enjoyed squirting my sperm in my own sexy little daughters.

Brian came before I did. I recognized the symptoms, as he began thrusting harder and harder. Temporarily, I ignored the need rising in my own crotch, as I threw everything I knew into bringing my little boy off.

Did I say "little" boy? I take that back. My son is NOT little. I could barely get my jaws open around my son's thick prick, and I wondered how his sisters had managed to take him all these years. Over nine inches of thick FAT cock meat was trying to force its way into my mouth, as his thrusts became almost frantic. To either side, I could see at least one daughter, ready and willing to take over, if I couldn't handle it.

No way, was I going to let my family down though. Steeling myself, I pushed my tongue forward in my mouth, to allow more room in the back. Then, like a sword-swallower, I forced myself to take more and more of the boy's cock inside my mouth, and down my throat. My air cut off, and I couldn't breathe, but I wasn't going to cheat my son. Grabbing his firm ass-cheeks I impaled myself on his member, until it was halfway down to my stomach, and my nose was buried in the sack of his testicles, while my tongue was licking his pubic hair at the base of his flat hard stomach.

I held it there, for a second or so, allowing him to feel his father's throat milking his prick then I began jacking my son off into my throat, by working an inch on and off at a time. All this time, I couldn't breathe.

No, I wasn't holding my breath. It's just that my son's cock was so far down my throat, that I couldn't breathe. Never mind. If I died, at least I would die happy, having finally spent my seed in each of my little girls, like I had dreamed of for so many years.

If I had to choke myself to death on my own son's prick, to show him how much I appreciated his sharing his little sisters with me, then it would be worth it. My mind was growing fuzzy, and things had just started to go black, when I felt a bulge ripple through my son's cock, and a thick slippery squirt of semen pumped down my throat.

I was vaguely aware that I was spewing cum down Brian's throat, as my son duplicated my feat at the other end of my body. Feeling Brian cum, must have stimulated me enough to do the same thing. Or perhaps, it was just the reflex of a dying body. My whole world went black, and that was all I remembered.

It must have been an hour later, when I came around. The paramedics had already left, and I was covered up in our bed again. Once she knew I was going to be okay, Melinda had refused to let me be taken to the hospital, fearing someone might find out the REAL reason I had been choking to death.

The whole family looked as if they had been crying, and my wife gave me a scolding that I would never forget. "If you ever do that again," she started, then buried her head in my chest. "I can't afford to lose you," she finally sobbed. "Do you know how Brian must feel, thinking he'd killed you? Next time, wave your arms, or pull off or something. For heaven's sake! okay?"

I was so pleased that there was going to BE a "next time" that I would have agreed to anything Melinda asked. Not that I've ever refused her anything anyway, not since she was ten years old, and asked me to show her what it felt like to fuck, like I was doing to her big sister.

That afternoon, the kids all explained to me how they had set me up. They told me how they wanted to get me something extra-special for our silver anniversary, but Melinda and I already had just about everything we ever wanted. If we didn't already have it, the it was probably WAY beyond the budget of even the four adults working together.

Well, actually three. One of the girls usually didn't work, and took care of the babies, while the other three did their best to support the family. Sometimes it was one of the girls, and sometimes the other. Once in a while even Brian would take a week or two off from work, for his turn.

Melinda had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag, when she mumbled under her breath, "It's too bad you can't give him what he really wants."

Diane has very sharp ears, and she bugged her mother until Melinda finally told her that what I probably wanted most in the world, was to join in on the fun all the kids were having. She even told them about my fantasies of knocking up my own kids, like their big brother had.

Melinda told me that the kids all stared at her in amazement. No, not in shock at my wanting to do such a perverted thing, but in astonishment that I had kept it hidden from them all these years.

After that, the party plans just fell right into place. Sharon, Diane, and Jennifer had all gone off the pill, while my son stopped fucking them, and started fucking Melinda, so that any children his sisters had would most likely be mine, not his. In the meantime, Melinda had gone off the pill as well, figuring that if I could get my own daughters pregnant, it was only fair that she got to enjoy motherhood with her own son as well, before she got too old. Melinda looked at me a little worriedly, at this point, as she wasn't sure how I would take it.

What could I say? If my wife is generous enough to let me father three children, on my own daughters, how could I reasonably object if she wanted a little "fling" herself, with her own son? Well, some people might be jealous, even so. But those are the people who look on their wives as their possessions, not someone they love. I love my wife.

Later that evening, we were all lying around in the children's BIG bedroom, (They now had TWO kingsize beds made up as one. Jennifer stitched the sheets, blankets, and mattress- covers together, until it made up as one big bed.) where we were all snuggling up together as one big happy incestuous family. I was enjoying the feel of my lovely daughter's bodies next to mine, when a warm wet something surrounded my cock. Diane grinned, when she saw who had distracted me. It was her ten-year old daughter Melissa, sucking on me as if it was the most fun she ever had.

Two more of my grandchildren were watching her somewhat enviously, as if they were sorry they hadn't thought of it first. I looked over, and saw my son and his mother similarly surrounded, as a granddaughter worked on each of them, while the rest of the kids looked on, and waited for their turns.

Well, if it didn't bother my daughter to have her little girl suck her own grandfather's cock, who was I to object? I went back to kissing Diane, trying to make up for all those lost years, when we could have been making out every day.

Diane was on top of me, kissing like a harlot, when I felt the first mouth replaced by another. Vaguely, I wondered which one of my granddaughters it was this time, (or possibly grandsons) when I realized that this was different. A tight ring surrounded the tip of my prick, before sliding down behind the head in an almost unbelievably tight grip. I pulled my head away from Diane, to look into her daughter's eyes.

"Hi Grandpa," said the little girl, forcing another inch of my swollen prick up inside her tight little hole. "OOoooh. You don't mind; do you Grandpa? Daddy's too big to fuck, and Momma said I could fuck you, if you didn't mind."

The little ten-year old's tight little slit was stretched obscenely around my swollen prick, which throbbed with need, threatening to fill the little girl's tight little cunny full of baby-making sperm, before she even got it all the way inside herself.

"Oh why don't you let her, Daddy," said Diane. "The little shit always gets so horny, in the week before her period."

Oh shit! My daughter was actually encouraging me to fuck her little girl, right at the time when the child was most likely to conceive!

With no breasts to speak-of, and a bare little cunny that was barely even a hole in the space between her legs, I hadn't even imagined that the little girl could be having periods yet, let alone be having them often enough for her mother to notice that the child was "hornier" when her egg dropped.

The thought that I might be getting the little girl pregnant, like I had so often dreamed of doing to her mother and aunts, when they were the same age, was too much. I pushed up; already spewing thick stick cum in the little girl at the same moment she pushed down. There was an incredibly tight tearing sensation. Melissa said, "Ow!" and suddenly three/four of my cock had vanished into the little girl's belly; as I sent squirt after squirt of thick slippery cum into the little girl's welcoming young womb.

A slight trickle of red, followed shortly by a much bigger trickle of white leaking from the little girl's hole, attested to the fact that I had not only just taken my own granddaughter's virginity, but was even then filling the little ten-year old's womb with blob after big slippery blob of potent sperm, as I did my best to impregnate my own daughter's daughter.

As I sent blast after blast of thick white seed into the little girl, my cock shrunk, and Melissa sank lower and lower, until finally I was just dribbling little spurts, and my penis had vanished all the way up inside the kid's tight little hole.

For a minute or two, we just lay there, me on my back, and Melissa perched on my cock, like it was a saddle. Then the little girl spoke. "Oh Momma," she said, "it feels so good. I wish I didn't have to take it out." The little girl sounded so plaintive, when she said this.

"You don't," informed her mother. "I'm sure your grandfather won't mind leaving his cock inside you, for as long as you want. Here, I'll get out of the way." With this, Diane moved over, so that her daughter could lie down on top of me without getting off.

"Can I Grandpa?" she asked.

At my nod the little girl said "thanks," put her head on my chest, and promptly fell asleep!

There I was, with my big thick cock stuck up inside my own granddaughter's tight little hole, still dribbling thick greasy sperm inside her, and the kid goes to sleep on me. I guess the excitement of her first fuck was too much for her. For the next two hours, I just lay there; cuddling the little girl like I hadn't done since she was a baby; while her mother and I talked.

About an hour later, my cock unexpectedly revived, and I sent a second helping of incestuous cum into the little girl, without even waking her up.

Diane was happy to see me treating her daughter so well. It was only afterwards, that I realized how much things had really gotten out of hand when I saw two more little girls waiting for their turn. NOW do you see what I mean, when I say that things have gotten out of hand?

Ginny and Marcia may not be old enough to have babies yet, like their three/four sister, but it won't be long. Diane, Sharon, Jennifer, and yes even Melissa, are probably pregnant already, and if not, it won't be too long.

Not to mentions Melinda. That's four more babies by this time next year. By then, Ginny and Marcia will probably be fertile as well. I also remember how each of my kids had insisted on having at least four kids by her big brother before they stopped. Melinda was the same way, with me.

If that isn't bad enough, there are six more little girls standing around the bed right now, just waiting and hoping that they will start having periods even sooner than their big sisters did.

NOW do you see what I mean, when I said things are getting out of hand? Start adding. Me, Melinda, our four kids, their twelve kids, four more each, by each of the nine little girls, and four more by Melinda as well. By then, their little brothers will be old enough to fuck, and the kids will probably want to start all over again! Not to mention, wanting to do it with their own father, like Diane, Sharon and Jennifer are doing.

I'm getting a headache. I think I reached a count of 52 people in this house, and that might be just the start. As I said, things are really getting out of hand.

Anyone out there got any suggestions?

Maybe I could marry some of them off.

I've talked to the kids, and while they're not enthused about the idea, are at least willing to see if anybody out there is interested and interesting. So, how about it?

Are there any single guys out there, who would like to meet a ten-year old little girl, who loves to fuck?

Maybe you'll be as lucky as I was with Melinda.

Or, how about a 22-year old woman, who's been fucking her big brother since she was two years old? She's brunette, 5'2, 112-lbs., and is 34D-24-34.

The girls have all agreed to give any guy who shows up at least a chance. On the other hand, they all insisted that the guys would have to agree to fuck each one of them, before going out with any of them, to allow them to see if it's worth their while.

There's two other drawbacks:

First, the girl will probably already BE pregnant, or even have a baby, by the time you read this. Any babies go with the girl.

The second drawback has to do with the way they were raised. All the girls will probably be fucking any sons they have, as soon as the kid is old enough to get an erection. Similarly, they will expect YOU to fuck any daughters they have, as soon as the kids are big enough for you to fit your cock inside them. In any case, the woman will almost certainly expect you to have fathered at least one, and preferably two or three kids on her little girl, before she gets out of grade school. I know that seems like a lot to ask of any man, but I'm desperate. Doesn't anybody out there even like the idea of fucking little girls? Help!



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