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Broken In By Uncle
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

During a bath, when she was young, Daphne's Uncle warns 
her that one of these days he's going to fuck her 
little pussy. This story is about that day. (Mf, mf, 
mF, ped, inc, 1st, preg)

***

I was lying in bed one morning, kind of between that 
place where you're asleep and that place where you're 
awake. I was sort of dream-thinking about my upcoming 
trip to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Every summer we kids 
went out there, to the farm, and stayed for two months. 
There were four of us kids, and they had four too, so 
it was like having a one room schoolhouse full of kids 
all living together and stuff. Mostly it was a lot of 
fun, but we fought like all kids do too.

Anyway, I was lying there, dream-thinking, and I 
suddenly remembered a time when my Aunt and Uncle were 
giving about five or six of us a bath. I don't remember 
who else was in the tub, but I do remember that it was 
Uncle Bob who was washing me. I think I was maybe ten 
or maybe eleven. But what I DO remember was his soapy 
hand slipping between my legs, and his finger sliding 
inside my body down there. 

I remember saying "Uncle Bob, that feels FUNNY!" and 
then laughing. And I remember him saying "That's your 
little pussy, Daphne, and some day I'll fuck that 
little pussy for you." Then my Aunt reached out and 
slapped him on the arm and said I was way too young yet 
and to leave me alone. He just looked at me and smiled 
and gave me a big wink.

I woke the rest of the way up then, astonished that 
this memory was hanging around in my mind. Surely this 
was some bizarre dream. I was sixteen now, and I'd been 
going back to the farm every summer for five or six 
years since that "memory" and he'd never laid a hand on 
me. Hmmmmm. That's not true, actually. We all fought to 
sit on his lap, or between him and Aunt Beth when we 
were all watching scary movies on their video player. 
The older kids didn't, of course. 

I had a brother four years older than me and a sister 
two years older than me. I closed my eyes and my mind 
went back to summer's past, and I got a clear 
recollection of the older teens all lying together 
under a big blanket, watching the movies, and about how 
Aunt Beth had to tell them to shush as they wrestled 
under the blanket. And in those memories were the ones 
of Uncle Bob's hands sliding around on my back, or my 
thighs, or my butt. But he never tried anything sexual 
with me. At least not like in the bathtub.

My pussy was wet. Just thinking about this stuff made 
my pussy wet. I mean as the years went by I learned all 
about sex and cocks and pussies and stuff. I never did 
much, because my mother told me to wait, and that I'd 
know when it was time to give up my virginity. She said 
I'd love the man so much that I wouldn't care about the 
pain, or about getting pregnant. She never put any of 
us girls on birth control. She said that if we were old 
enough to decide to spread our legs, we were old enough 
to live with the consequences.

So every time a boy tried to get me to drop my panties 
I'd just ask myself if I loved this boy enough to have 
his baby. The answer was always "Nope" and that was 
that. Oh, I'd given some hand jobs and all that, but 
nothing else much. I sort of put my mother's rule about 
intercourse to the test with other sexual things too. 
Like putting their boners in my mouth. They all wanted 
me to do it, but I couldn't figure out what was in it 
for me. So I rated them as if were going to be 
intercourse, only not quite as strictly. Most boys were 
found wanting.

Anyway, I was astonished because my pussy was wet, and 
I'd been thinking about my Uncle touching me and saying 
that one day he was going to fuck me! I mean, that's 
pretty strange, isn't it? I couldn't think of a single 
one of my friends who had ever said, "Oh, I just can't 
wait to feel my Uncle's big old prick in my pussy." My 
friends just didn't say that. They talked about that as 
it pertained to boys, but not Uncles. So I promptly 
pushed that to the back of my mind, telling myself I 
had food poisoning or something that had made me think 
up those crazy things.

Until I got to the farm. Then it all came rushing back 
as I saw my handsome Uncle's laughing face. I mean it 
all FLOODED back. I looked at my Aunt and she had this 
strange look on her face. She came over and gave me a 
hug. "You look like you've seen a ghost" she said in my 
ear. 

I stood back. "It’s... nothing. I had this crazy dream. 
I'll tell you about it later." Then I was greeting my 
cousins. There weren't as many nowadays as there had 
been in the past. My older brother didn't come out here 
any more, since he had a real job in the city. My 
sister Cindy - the one two years older than me - was 
due to show up, but she wasn't there yet. 

For her whole last semester of High School she worked 
an internship at this place where they had a whole 
bunch of them and a dorm for them and everything. So I 
hadn't seen her for several months. The youngest of us 
now was little Tommy, at 14. Come to think of it, 
little Tommy wasn't so little any more. He stood almost 
as tall as me and could now pick me up and carry me 
anywhere he wanted to whether I wanted him to or not. 
He was their youngest child. There were only four 
cousins present, two of theirs and two of ours.

I asked where Sue Ellen and Bob Junior, their two 
oldest were. It turned out they hadn't gotten back from 
college yet. Sue Ellen had waited for her brother to 
graduate so they could go off to college together to 
learn agriculture so they could come back and take over 
the farm when the folks retired. That was going to be a 
while, since Uncle Bob was only 39 and Aunt Beth was 
36. This was their first year of college, and they had 
their own place and jobs and such. But they planned on 
visiting the farm later, and would probably stay a 
month.

For some reason I got to thinking about how old 
everyone was. Based on Sue Ellen's age, I did the math 
and suddenly realized that Aunt Beth must have had her 
at either fifteen or sixteen. Wow!

Then I did the math for my own parents and realized 
that they had had my brother when my mother was sixteen 
and my dad was eighteen. Double Wow!

We got all our stuff out of the van and began dragging 
it in to the communal bedrooms. They had two bedrooms 
in the old house that were for their own kids. But when 
we all came, we got split up by ages, with the older 
kids in one room and the younger kids in the other. No 
one had ever questioned this arrangement, but my dream 
suddenly came back to me again. Wouldn't most folks 
split up a group like ours by sex, rather than age? 

But that's not the way it was with this family. Older 
kids in one room, and younger in the other. This year 
might be different though, what with all of us being 
between the ages of 14 and 18. Plus there were now two 
boys and two girls - a brother and sister from each 
family. 

It turned out that Janie and Tommy shared a room 
anyway. The room the college students had lived in was 
full of junk, and besides, they'd need that room when 
they got home. There were two sets of bunk beds, in 
each room and, since the four of us had been sleeping 
together every summer for years and years, it just 
seemed natural that my brother and I put our stuff in 
Janie and Tommy's room. 

The four of us went out and our cousins took us on the 
big tour, which we'd had ten or fifteen times before 
but had a good time on anyway. I saw my sister's car 
drive up and saw her jump out and run and throw herself 
at Uncle Bob, but I didn't go over to talk to her, 
cause I was in the middle of sitting on top of a horse. 
Then it was time to be back for supper. Aunt Beth 
herded us around the table and told us to eat before it 
got cold.

"Where's Daddy" asked Janie, who was a year younger 
than me.

"He and Cindy are gabbing about old times or something. 
They'll be along. I told them dinner was ready. Now... 
eat."

And, ten minutes later, Uncle Bob and Cindy did show up 
to eat. Cindy was all flushed and pretty looking. I 
wished I had her looks. I had great big breasts that 
were always in the way, while hers were nice swells 
that made her look slim. Her hair was blond and shiny, 
while mine was brown, running to red. She just looked 
beautiful. He was smiling like the cat that caught the 
canary too, and I thought they must have just enjoyed 
some great joke or something for her to be so perky. 

After dinner Aunt Beth announced that we would play 
board games. Uncle Bob stood up and said, "Cindy, 
there's something I want to show you in the barn." She 
looked up and smiled, and Aunt Beth laughed! I didn't 
see anything funny about it. 

Aunt Beth said, "Again? You know you're not as young as 
you used to be Bob." He just made a muscle with his arm 
and he and Cindy left.

"What's in the barn that she hasn't seen before?" asked 
Tommy.

"Never you mind," said his mother. "Why don't you get 
out Scrabble Tom, and we'll play a round."

I guess Cindy and Uncle Bob were gone almost an hour 
this time before they showed back up and joined in 
Scrabble. Cindy sat next to me and she smelled ... 
different somehow. She smelled like barn, yeah, but 
there was something else. I sniffed a couple of times, 
trying to place that smell and suddenly Aunt Beth 
grabbed me to go into the kitchen with her to get some 
cake for everyone.

We were getting the cake ready, putting it on plates 
and all, and putting ice cream beside each piece and 
Aunt Beth said, "Tell me about your dream dear."

So I did. We were very open with our Aunt and Uncle, 
probably more than we would have been with our own 
parents. 

It wasn't that they weren't strict. They had rules and 
everyone had to follow them or pay the consequences. 
But they never got mad about it. They never yelled, or 
said we were worthless or more trouble than we were 
worth and other things that adults say to hurt the 
feelings of young ones. So I felt like I could tell her 
anything and it would be OK. 

I told her about the memory of the bath, and about what 
else I remembered, and about how I'd wondered why we 
were broken up by age instead of sex. She didn't say 
anything, just listened. Then the cake was ready and we 
carried it out on big trays and ate cake and ice cream 
and played games until it was bedtime.

Us kids all got ready for bed and I saw Cindy sitting 
in a chair reading. I asked her where she was going to 
sleep, and if she wanted us to rig her a bed in with 
us. She smiled and said she'd think of something and 
for me not to worry. Then she said "I'll probably just 
sleep in the other bedroom. I'll be fine."

I don't know what it was that woke me up. But it was 
one of those times when you wake up and you know you 
are REALLY awake, and you aren't going back to sleep 
for a while, no matter what you do? Yeah, it was one of 
those times. So I thought I'd get up and wake up Cindy 
and catch up on what had been going on with her and her 
internship. 

I went to the other bedroom, but she wasn't in any of 
the bunk beds in there. I figured she had gone to sleep 
in the chair in the living room, so I went there, but 
she wasn't there either. I checked every room in the 
place. Nothing. Well, I hadn't looked in my Aunt and 
Uncle's bedroom, but why would she be in there? I 
suddenly remembered those words. "One of these days I'm 
going to fuck that little pussy of yours." I approached 
that door and I heard ...something... voices? ...no... 
I opened the door and peeked in. 

Well, now I knew where my sister was.

It was fascinating. I saw three people I have known all 
my life, but I saw them in a way I had never seen them 
before, nor even dreamed of them before. Aunt Beth was 
on her back in the middle of the bed. She was naked. 
Her legs were spread and her knees were up beside her 
breasts as she held on to them, holding them tight. My 
sister was on the bed too, and she was naked too. She 
was on all fours, and her face was right down there in 
my Aunt's muffy and she was just slurping away like a 
starving pig. 

That was the noise I'd heard, plus my aunt moaning. 

Uncle Bob wasn't left out though. He was just as naked 
as the other two and he was behind my sister with his 
hands on her hips, and he was just fucking the 
daylights out of her. They had a dim light on and I 
could see his big old cock sliding in and out of her 
from behind, over and over again. He was looking up at 
the ceiling for some reason and he had this frozen grin 
on his face. Suddenly he sort of croaked, "I'm gonna 
shoot." 

He slammed back into Cindy and stayed there as his butt 
cheeks sort of flexed. Then, even though he was in her 
all the way, he shoved harder maybe three or four times 
and grunted each time. I suddenly knew that his penis 
was shooting stuff into my sister's pussy.

Aunt Beth barked a little laugh and said, "I'm 
surprised you got anything left after this evening. 
You're gonna knock her up for sure Bob."

Then he sort of grunted and leaned over and grabbed my 
sister's flat breasts and said, "Oh yeahhhhhhhhh," as 
his hips bucked several times. I'd been to health class 
and I knew what was happening in there. His penis was 
squirting out strings of white stuff that was full of 
sperm that could be making my sister pregnant as I 
watched it happen.

All I could think about was that he wanted to do that 
to me too! It made my pussy tingle, which just added to 
the stress of thinking about it. I mean it's one thing 
to think your Uncle wants to shove his boner in your 
pussy, and entirely another to see plain physical 
evidence that he WILL do it! And my AUNT! Who'd have 
figured she liked girls?!

Anyway, I snuck back to 'our' room and went back to 
bed. I kept seeing in my mind's eye Cindy throwing 
herself at our Uncle when she first got there, and the 
rosy glow on her face when she and Uncle Bob got to 
supper, and THEN how he wanted to 'show her something 
in the barn'. And then later after we all went to 
sleep. That meant my big sister had gotten her pussy 
fucked THREE times in the last EIGHT HOURS!!! And, 
based on what I saw, she got her pussy filled up with 
Uncle Bob's spunk three times too! 

Now, what I had to do was decide whether or not I 
wanted him to do that to me.

I was almost asleep when I remembered I'd told my Aunt 
everything about what Uncle Bob said in that bathroom 
so long ago. I figured she probably told him, and now 
he was thinking about my pussy while I was thinking 
about his prick. I finally got to sleep, but it wasn't 
easy.

The next morning we all got each other up to go down to 
breakfast. That was interesting. It turns out that 
boys, when they get above, say 13 or so, have hard-ons 
when they wake up in the morning. I found this out when 
I whipped the covers off of Tommy, who was sleeping 'in 
the raw' as they used to say. 

And there, standing up just as proud and pink as you 
could imagine was his morning stiffy. Janie, his 
sister, was right next to me and I poked her and 
pointed as he opened sleepy eyes. We both shrieked as 
he scrabbled to cover his 'problem'. 

That caught the attention of MY brother, Mark, who 
jumped up to see what was going on and had this huge 
tent in the front of HIS briefs. Then Janie spoiled it 
all when she said, "He always has one in the morning. I 
used to think he was a pervert or something, but it's 
not because of us. They just have them." She turned to 
Mark and said "Right Markie?" at which time she knelt 
and jerked his shorts down to his knees. 

His bone bobbed in her face and I gasped, because he 
had a nice one. My own brother and I never knew how 
long and stiff his pecker could get. It got funny 
because he started back from her and got tangled up, 
falling on his butt. Janie and I shrieked again.

We all went down together into the kitchen and some of 
us started helping set the table. Uncle Bob was there 
and he gave me a big hug. I felt his hands on my butt 
and my pussy started in again. He smelled my hair and 
whispered in my neck that it smelled good and then he 
LICKED my neck! I about died! 

I pushed him back and said "Aunt Beth told you didn't 
she!" He just grinned at me and said "Told me what?" 
but his hand came up and cupped my breast. I knew I was 
in trouble then, let me tell you.

After breakfast it was decided that we'd all go 
swimming in the pond. Except for Cindy, who had to go 
into town for something. The rest of us all trooped 
down to the pond with a picnic lunch in a basket. We'd 
always skinny dipped in the pond, and I could tell that 
us growing up some wouldn't change things as my Aunt 
and Uncle started throwing their clothes in a pile. The 
rest of us got naked. 

I was sneaking looks at my Uncle, between his legs, 
where this... thing... was swinging. It looked like 
some prehistoric monster worm, all wrinkled and brown. 
It lay on a pair of balls that looked like they 
belonged on a bull. I looked at the boys and they 
looked like babies compared to him. So how in the world 
did Cindy ever fit anything like that in her pussy 
without just splitting right up the middle?

Uncle Bob turned and looked at me as I dropped my 
panties. Janie was right beside me and I swear he was 
staring at us both. That fat sausage? It started 
moving... all by itself! It got thicker... and 
longer... and it came away from those big old balls of 
his. Janie and I both stared at him like a fly does as 
the spider walks the web toward it. By the time I 
remembered to breathe, it had doubled in size and was 
standing out from his body just as straight and proud 
as my little brother's had that morning! 

I got all fluttery in my stomach and put my hand over 
my pussy, like THAT would protect me from anything. He 
saw me do that and LAUGHED! Then he walked over to us, 
that thing swinging and bobbing in front of him like a 
witching rod. 

"It won't bite. Don't look so terrified." 

Then Aunt Beth was there, "You're scaring them half to 
death Bob. Have some sensitivity!" Then she reached 
out, put her hand around that big old prick and she 
pulled on it, leading him down to the water like it was 
a leash. He was dancing and hollering like crazy. 

We turned around to get in the water and there were 
Tommy and Mark. They'd watched the whole thing and I'll 
be darned if THEIR pricks weren't all hard and sticking 
out too! I looked at Janie and she looked at me and we 
both grinned. Then we walked over to the boys, like we 
wanted to talk to them and, while I grabbed onto 
Tommy's penis, Janie snatched up my brother's and we 
led them to the water just like Aunt Beth did. I never 
heard so much yelling and crying. I'll never forget 
hearing Tommy yelling "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" 
as I pulled him along.

Of course, once we got in the water, it was grab ass 
and splash your neighbor all over the place, including 
my Aunt and Uncle. Pretty soon we were all tired out 
and panting for breath. Aunt Beth pulled Tommy out of 
the water because he had asthma or something and was 
coughing. Janie said she was getting a cramp and Mark 
helped her up to the blanket where he commenced to 
rubbing her calf.

While I was watching them, Uncle Bob snuck up behind 
me. 

The first thing I knew it was when his hands slid under 
my arms and cupped my breasts. He pulled me back 
against him, and I felt his bone slide between my legs. 
I took in a breath to yell at him, and about then he 
squeezed both my nipples with his thumbs and fingers. 
He didn't squeeze hard. He sort of mooshed them? You 
know? And then he sort of rolled them back and forth 
between each thumb and finger.

Now if you're a girl, you know what that feels like. If 
you aren't a girl, then I have to tell you what you're 
doing to a girl when you do that. 

First I saw stars in broad daylight. I sucked in a 
lungful of air and it just froze in my lungs. I think 
every muscle in my body locked up tight, cause I got 
all stiff. What happened was that these feelings 
started in my nipples, and they were HOT feelings, like 
streaks of fire, and those streaks shot through my skin 
to my belly, where they set off this fire inside me, 
sort of a ball of fire that grew and grew until it 
spilled into my pussy. 

Then, just as fast as I had locked up, everything 
relaxed. I sagged in his arms and my head fell back on 
his shoulder and all that breath came out in one long 
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" He must have known what was happening, 
because he turned me in the water like I didn't weigh a 
thing and he kissed me.

Well, most folks seeing it would have called it a kiss. 
Me? I felt like I was being eaten alive. You remember 
that spider I was talking about? You know how a spider 
paralyzes its prey and then wraps it up and then sucks 
its juices out?

Well, that's what I felt like. His kiss was sucking my 
juices out. Somehow my tongue got into his mouth and he 
sucked on it. Then he kissed down on my neck and I got 
all shivery and the next thing I knew he was sucking on 
my nipples, holding me up in the water. And if his 
fingers had felt wonderful on them, his mouth was pure 
delight. I heard myself going, "Ohhh... Oh... OH!"

And then... just like that... he stopped. "Come on 
out," he said. "Let's go lie down on the blanket and 
get some sun." I was in shock, and he just led me out 
and over to the blanket like I was one of those zombies 
in the movies. 

I remember looking at Aunt Beth. She had been holding 
Mark while his breathing improved, and they had fallen 
asleep in the sun. I glanced over at my brother, who 
had been rubbing Janie's leg, and for some reason he 
was lying beside her kissing her like they were 
boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Uncle Bob laid me down right beside them and then he 
lay down beside me. He was up on one elbow, leaning 
over me a little. I was on my back and my big old 
hateful breasts were sticking up in the air right in 
front of his face. He went back to sucking on my 
nipples and I didn't hate my breasts quite so much any 
more. He sure knew how to make them feel wonderful. He 
put his hand flat on my stomach and I jerked. He didn't 
move it one inch, just left it there, like it was a 
magnet and my skin was iron.

Uncle Bob left off abusing my poor nipples and got his 
face up right by mine. He kissed me a bunch of times, 
all gentle like. These kisses weren't the juice sucking 
kiss he'd laid on me in the water. "Do you like this 
sugar?" he asked between kisses. 

What would you say? If you were lying there, and this 
man - who told you ten years ago that he was going to 
fuck your little pussy - this man who had just sucked 
your titties and sucked out your juices and made you 
feel about ten thousand times better than you'd ever 
felt in your whole life - if this man said "Do you like 
this" to you, what would YOU say?

Well, since you're reading this, and I can't hear you, 
I'll just tell you. I said, "Uh huh." Brilliant, huh? 
Here I am, about to become a woman by all the signs, 
having the time of my life while being more scared than 
ever before, and all I can come up with is "Uh huh".

He was no better. He said "Good". Then that hand 
started moving. It de-magnetized or something, and 
started moving toward my pussy. 

Let me tell you girls. If you're with the right guy, 
there is this button you have. You can't see it, but 
it's somewhere in the general area of your pubic hair. 
And when this man touches that button, it actuates 
springs or something, that go to the bones in your 
legs. It makes your legs open. Uncle Bob's fingers got 
to my girlie hair and my legs just went "sproing" and 
opened up like a Muppet’s mouth when he's yelling, 
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!"

Uncle Bob's fingers slid onto my sex, the sex no boy 
had ever touched, the sex that I knew was all gooey and 
slippery and wet. His middle finger slid right over my 
clitty and my hips jerked like I'd been stung by a wasp 
on the butt. Then that finger curled and slid right 
into my pussy like it was a homing pigeon going to the 
coop. 

That curved finger slid deep into me - I think he was 
looking to see if I still had my cherry, which was an 
early casualty of the "I got a whole carrot in mine, 
what did you get in yours?" sleepover wars - and then 
it slicked right back out. Now he had three fingers 
covering my pussy lips and pressing on them. 

I want you to visualize some school marm shaking her 
finger at some poor kid, dressing him down. That finger 
whips back and forth right quick. 

Got that in mind? 

OK, now take three fingers, lay them flat on a poor 
virgin girl's pussy lips and whip them sideways, back 
and forth, like that school marm's finger. Do that over 
and over again, pressing down, so those fingers... all 
THREE of them... go flicking across her poor clitty... 
back and forth... again and again. Then suck her tender 
nipples while you do that.

He almost killed me. 

I really honestly thought I was going to die. I got all 
full of something that wanted out REAL bad, but it 
couldn't find a way. It just got bigger and bigger and 
bigger inside me. I heard myself groan, "Ohhh please 
Uncle Bob... please," and then he said, "That's what I 
wanted to hear you say Daphne."

He rolled up and between my legs. I lifted my head and 
saw his hand around his cock. It looked like it was 
about the size of a baseball bat. I'd seen it sliding 
back and forth in my sister, and I knew she loved it. 

And right then? 

I wanted it in me. 

I admit it. I wanted that thing in me in the worst way. 
My pussy even came up off the ground, trying to get to 
it. I saw him guide it to my pussy mouth and I felt it 
touch me.

You know how they say the mind has a way of forgetting 
pain. I really don't remember all that much about him 
getting it in me. I know it went in, because I remember 
watching it. I know it hurt, but I can't REMEMBER the 
hurt. What I remember was the part after the hurt went 
away and he started doing what he'd said he would do.

He fucked me. 

There was just no other word for it. We didn't make 
love. We didn't have sex. Intercourse is not a word to 
describe what we did. He FUCKED me. And I FUCKED him 
back. Somehow I knew how to do it, even though it was 
my very first time. But my hips knew what to do and 
they slammed up at him as he powered that prick into my 
pussy over and over again.

Remember that pressure inside me? Well, his prick 
punching into me was sort of like a big nail punching 
into a tire doing about a hundred miles an hour. There 
was this huge BANG inside me and everything flew apart. 
My arms shot out, and my legs flopped. My head flailed 
and I GURGLED! 

And right in the middle of all that... Uncle Bob just 
flat packed me FULL of hot, wet, sticky, potent sperm. 

I knew it was going to happen when I felt his cock 
swell up and he stuck it in me deep and stopped. Then 
it jerked in me over and over as this feeling of heat 
swelled up inside me. And I almost laughed out loud as 
I fulfilled my mother's prediction. When I felt him 
spurting his seed in my belly my hopes soared and I 
actually HOPED he was making a baby in my womb!

Well, that alone would have been enough to make my day. 
But, as Uncle Bob and I lay there, holding each other, 
trying to breathe, my head rolled over and I got 
treated to the sight of my brother, just fucking my 
cousin Janie half to death. 

It seems they had been necking and petting when Uncle 
Bob commenced to making me a woman, and it made them so 
hot that they just had to try it too. It was almost 
funny, because Mark didn't last much longer than Uncle 
Bob did in me. As I watched his eyes got all bugged 
out, and he started gasping for air, and his fucking 
motions got all out of rhythm. 

He jammed it into her like Uncle Bob had done to me and 
started grunting and whining and he spermed that girl 
so much that her pussy couldn't hold it all. It made 
such a mess that when he finally rolled off of her his 
whole crotch was messy white, just like hers was! They 
jumped up and ran back down to the water to clean off. 
I just lay there, my uncle hugging me.

Aunt Beth and Tommy slept through the whole thing!

I lay back to take a nap, and a while later I got woke 
up by yelling. Aunt Beth was tearing into her husband, 
yelling that it was one thing to knock up an 18 year 
old girl, and entirely another for the "men in this 
family" to be planting their seed in unprotected 15 
year old pussy. He yelled back that she was one to 
talk, and that he couldn't help himself because I 
LOOKED like I was twenty two. 

It seems she woke up and saw me lying there with my 
pussy mouth all full of pearly seed. Uncle Bob was 
swimming at the time and Janie and Mark were fucking 
again... in the water this time.

Anyway, this sort of ruined the mood, so to speak, and 
she made us all go back to the house. She set us kids 
to chores, while she continued the argument with her 
husband. 

Now why my aunt thought it was a good idea to leave 
four kids, three of whom had just been introduced to 
wild unabashed sex, alone and unsupervised, I'll never 
know. Tommy, of course, knew what had happened, and was 
just pissed beyond reason that he hadn't gotten in on 
the action. He was whining and moaning about how unfair 
it was that WE got to have sex, but HE had to still be 
a virgin. 

My pussy was a little itchy, so I told him to shut up. 
He, of course, mouthed off to me, so Janie and I took 
him to the barn and took his pants off, revealing what 
looked like that pretty pink stiffy he'd had this 
morning. 

He was yelling and started to kick until Janie grabbed 
onto his balls and squeezed them kind of firmly. He got 
REAL polite all of a sudden. 

I mentioned that my pussy was a little itchy, and that 
seeing as how Tommy had a nice stiff dick ... Janie 
said "OK, but just a minute. I want to try something. 
Then she leaned over and put her brother's penis in her 
mouth. Tommy's mouth was open, but there was no sound 
coming out of it now. She gave it a good suck or two 
and lifted off of it. "Hmmm" she said. Then she turned 
around and said "Mark, there's something I want to show 
you."

Tommy was lying there, looking at me, kind of scared 
like. I said "Don't you move." and started taking off 
my clothes. Then I sat on him and took his dick right 
up into my pussy. No pain. Just nice stiff peter. He 
squirted before I even got him all the way in me, but 
it was no problem, because he stayed stiff as a board. 
I leaned forward, which put pressure on my clitty, and 
then sort of rubbed my crotch against his. I must have 
cum three times before he asked if maybe he could be on 
top for a little while. That was fine with me. 

Tommy turned out to be a most considerate lover. He 
asked me what I liked and he went forEVER. I was 
getting sore, so I said "You can cum in me now Tommy". 
He sighed and, like he had a faucet in him or 
something, he said "Thank you Daffy". Then he lay down 
on my breasts and I felt him squirt in me again.

I think Uncle Bob won the argument. The reason I think 
that is that the sleeping arrangements didn't change 
that night. And, of course, that meant that Mark and 
Janie ended up in one bed, and Tommy and I slept 
together in another one. I'm telling you Tommy could 
fuck for HOURS! His motto was 'Quality first'. 

Mark, on the other hand, was a quantity man. He spurted 
in Janie, then waited fifteen minutes and spurted in 
her again. That went on until past midnight. I bet that 
girl gained two pounds in just that one night. Aunt 
Beth came in the next morning to get us all up. She 
sighed and opened a window, grumbling that the room 
smelled like a sperm bank.

Aunt Beth was the odd woman out, so to speak. It really 
wasn't fair, because Cindy spent all her time trying to 
get Uncle Bob to make a baby in her. I could understand 
that, having 'let' him try that in me once, and being 
FULLY ready to let him try it again... maybe even 
daily. Janie and I were getting way more sperm than was 
good for us. So Aunt Beth had good reason to grumble.

Until Bob Jar and Sue Ellen got home from college. Sue 
Ellen was pregnant... about eight months from the look 
of her. And, since she was rooming with her brother at 
school, it was pretty plain who the daddy was. She 
wasn't exactly upset about it, but I guess it was 
getting pretty hard for her to have sex comfortably, 
and she was horny. Bob Jar was pretty horny too. He 
greeted his mother VERY fondly and dragged her into her 
bedroom to "show her our grades." 

They must have been pretty good grades, cause we could 
hear Aunt Beth yipping and laughing and raising a 
ruckus in there while she looked at them. And she had 
the biggest smile on her face when they came out. Then 
she took Sue Ellen in there and it got noisy again, 
what with Sue Ellen screaming out "Ohh THANK YOU MAMMA" 
a bunch of times.

All in all it was a pretty good summer. Sue Ellen had 
her baby while she was there, and that was nice. Janie 
and I got to practice changing diapers and holding her. 
Sue Ellen even let us suckle baby Jason a little, so 
we'd know what that felt like. It was way different 
than when the men did it, but it was still really nice.

It turned out Janie and I needed the practice too. 

I might as well have left my tampons at home. I never 
needed one the whole summer. 

Neither did Janie.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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