I knew it was a mistake, clear back when it all started. At the time, I was certain I could control my brothers ... in spite of all three of them being older than I was. And in that, I was right. What I couldn't control was ... Well, you'll see.

I guess things really started when we learned how Mom met Dad. You don't find out as many things about your parents when they're divorced, as kids do whose parents remain together. Or at least, I don't think you do. Uncle Boyd told us a lot of those times though. This particular time, I guess Uncle Boyd slipped a little, because he told us Dad met Mom when she was a Taxi Dancer.

"Taxi Dancer?" I'm not sure if it was me or Joe who asked first. My big brother has even bigger ears, when listening in on private conversations. The other two boys (being middle brothers) don't poke into their little sister's (my) business nearly so much. Sometimes Joe acts like I'm his property or something. Of course, I don't put up with that ... much, anyway.

Mom looked daggers at her little brother, but explained that a "taxi dancer" was a woman who danced ... for a fee. In those days, during and shortly after the war, maybe 15 years or so, from the middle forties into the late fifties, there were "dance clubs" where they held (of course) dances. Women would be available to dance with ... as I said, for a fee. A man would buy a ticket, select the woman he wanted to dance with from those available, hand her the ticket, and they would dance. One dance, one ticket. If the woman was popular (and sexy) she could earn a fair amount of money ... something hard for single women in those days, what with all the men who came back from the war looking for jobs.

Mom (it seems) wasn't as good as some of the girls ... she didn't dance extra-close, or snuggle up to the men to let them "cop a feel" or stuff like that ... things that made the men want to choose the girl again. But Dad met her there, wooed her, and "took her away from all that." Yeah, right.

It seems there were other "clubs" like the dance clubs. From Photo Clubs, to strip clubs, to actual sex clubs, in descending legitimacy. The strip clubs and sex clubs were what they sounded like: Women stripped for men ... and in some, had sex with men. A risky and illegal business. Uncle Boyd explained about the Photo Clubs though. (From the way he told the story, I suspect Mom worked in one once ... though neither he nor she would corroborate it.) Photo clubs, were on the margin of legitimacy. Art, you see. OK, I'll explain.

Stripping, like prostitution, porn (sex pictures) and even STORIES about sex (Like this one!) it seems were completely illegal ... at that time. If sometimes you think today's world is sexually repressive, where a woman who can have sex and babies can be arrested for "child pornography" for taking pictures of herself having legal sex with her husband, you ain't seen nothing!

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In those days, a bikini would get you arrested. Taking pictures of two married adults having sex would get you YEARS behind bars. Even MEDICAL encyclopedias and such had pictures of the "naughty" parts of men and women airbrushed out. REALLY! However, "art" had a special dispensation, it seems (but only up to a point ... pictures ... even art ... of real sex were still illegal). But nude pictures (as long as it was "art") were OK. So, an artist could paint nude pictures. Nude statues were OK (as long as they weren't displayed in public ... OK in "adult" sections of museums and such). And photography could be art too.

So ... Some smart guys figured a way around the law. They set up "Photo Clubs" (by invitation only), where men would gather to take "art" pictures ... of nude girls. Stripping was illegal ... But since taking "art" pictures wasn't, the clubs skirted the law. Generally from five to fifty men would pay the club for "studio fees", which covered the cost of a model. Yes, a naked woman. The men would get from twenty minutes to an hour (at exorbitant rates) to take pictures of the model. No sex. Not even what they call "cheesecake" where the model would pose in sexually exciting poses. No, just a room full of men with cameras of various kinds ... from brownies to truly expensive reflex or Newspaper cameras. The best cameras of those days barely gave better pictures than the cheapest auto-focus camera of today. Often the club would also do developing (for a fee, of course). This was necessary, as in those days, it even being known that you were a member of such a "club", or took such pictures, could be devastating. Especially if the person taking pictures was of some importance ... and many were. It usually wasn't your average horny Joe who was a member. Such people would be more likely to visit illegal strip-clubs or even prostitutes. No, the members of these photo clubs were often the cream of the community. These pictures were art ... or so they maintained.

Still, it WAS a good way for guys in a rather repressed society to get a good look at a naked woman. And ... they had the pictures to look at as souvenirs afterward to remind them of the titillating sight.

The boys and I thought about this information for several days. Me? Yes, I dreamed about being a taxi-dancer, where I had to dance with everybody and anybody who bought a ticket. Scary. But ... a little exciting, too. I thought even more about the photo clubs. In spite of being more on the edge, it seemed a little safer. At least the guys didn't TOUCH you there. That was the rule. Look, but don't touch. A taxi-dancer, on the other hand, had to dance, and dance CLOSE, to whoever handed her the ticket. That meant his hands on you ... on your body. I could see why Mom would be glad to leave that business. I could also see why she might go for being a model at a photo-club, if taxi-dancer was the alternative. I'd rather get naked myself in front of strangers, than get pawed by some jerk. It seems my brothers had similar ideas.

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Now I'm no ignoramus when it comes to sex. What girl IS at thirteen? I knew full well where babies came from, and how a boy put them in a girl. Mom had explained to me about men and sex when I was six, ten, and again when I had my first period at eleven and a half. All old-stuff to me, by then. Still, Mom's explanations DID help me decide which of several competing theories about sex and babies were actually true. Some boys ....

Which brings me back to my brothers. With three horny brothers in the house, I was NOT ignorant about the physical differences between men and women. Especially not with two of them trying to "accidentally" catch me coming out of the shower nude ... or to equally accidentally have me catch THEM in a state of undress. What DID surprise me, was to find out all three boys, even Joe, were still virgins.

No, my brothers did NOT approach me to help them "cure" that problem of their virginity. But (I'm not sure WHICH of the boys thought of it) they DID want me to help them relieve their curiosity.

Well ... Think of it: It's hard for a boy to come off as suave and debonair, when he doesn't even know what a girl looks like naked. Their glimpses of me or Mom in various stages of undress probably added up to maybe three or four minutes total between the three of them.

So when Joe came to me with this proposal of a photo-shoot (I could see Mike and Terry prodding him on.), I could feel some sympathy. Of course, I was surprised and even shocked a little, at first.

"You want me to WHAT?" I almost screamed.

Joe made motions to quiet me down. I (of course) was having little of it. If the pervert wanted to accost me, then I WANTED my parents to know he was trying to molest me. Only molesting wasn't what the boys were trying to do.

"Pose for pictures ... like one of those 'Photo Clubs' Uncle Boyd was telling us about," he explained in a rush. "None of us will touch you ... I promise."

"What SORT of pictures?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well ... Um ... Naked, mostly."

"Mostly?" Once again my suspicions were raised. I was NOT having sex with my own brothers ... and certainly wasn't going to give them the idea I might, by posing in sexual positions. However, I was almost sold on the idea of posing for a Photo Club type shoot, before they even asked me. It turned me on.

Which in itself, should have warned me.

Still, what could go wrong? The boys (of course) would have to promise not to touch me ... and to quit the moment I said stop ... But that was a given.

"Uh ... We wondered if you could do SOME poses in your swimsuit ... or better yet, bra and panties," Joe explained.

I thought about it. Sometimes a girl in skimpy clothing like that, can be sexier than a girl who's completely naked. I was about to say no, when Joe continued, "It won't be any worse than those pictures of the girls in calenders."

"It'll cost you," I decided and accepted in one sentence.

---

"Uh ... How much?" asked Joe, now decidedly on the defensive. "We don't have much money ... and most of it will go for film. We figure we'll have to use Dad's new Polaroid, as we don't dare take these down to be developed."

Well, at least they WERE thinking ahead a little. Still, the payment *I* figured on, wouldn't cost them much. "Chores," I explained.

"Huh?" Sometimes my big brother is a little slow on the uptake.

"Chores," I repeated. "I don't like doing dishes, clothes, or cleaning the bathroom any more than you guys do. If I'm going to pose naked for you, then I want something out of it too."

"Uh ... Just how much chores will we have to do?" he asked suspiciously (and with some justification).

"Not much ... A week, I figure should do it."

"A WEEK!" Joe's outburst was almost as loud as my first one.

"Not from each of you, from ALL of you," I explained. "That's about one day each, two times."

Joe grumbled, but accepted it.

"One more thing," I added.

Joe waited suspiciously.

"I want some of the pictures too."

"Uh ...." Joe seemed unsure of whether he could convince his brothers of this.

"Not THAT many," I explained. "There's three of you ... So I should get one picture in four."

"Who chooses which pictures?" he asked, still suspicious.

"We each do, in turn. But ANY pictures I don't like get destroyed, understand?"

Joe grumbled some more, but finally accepted my terms and went off to tell the other two boys what he had signed them up for. Well, it wasn't as if he had much choice, if he wanted a girl to pose for him. For sure Sandy next door wouldn't do it. Why do all the pretty girls fall for the obnoxious jocks, and ignore the really NICE guys like my brothers? I resolved NOT to fall into the same trap myself.

So ... I didn't. Instead, I fell into a bigger trap.

Now you might think we just jumped into things, and started taking pictures the next day ... But things don't ever go that smooth. First we had to find a day when both parents would be out of the house (Not THAT hard, since they figure Joe is old enough to watch out for us younger kids now). Then we had to get the cameras. Yeah, cameras. We got film for Dad's new Polaroid, our parents' movie camera, and Mike managed to borrow his friend's expensive Reflex camera for a couple of days. We weren't sure where we would (or if we would) get the negatives developed (Mike made noises about doing the developing himself) but we could certainly save the negatives from the reflex for when we COULD develop them later ... even if it was years later.

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So, first week went by, then a second week, and FINALLY Mom and Uncle Boyd were going to be gone shopping for most of the day on the coming Saturday. How they missed our impatient waiting for them to be gone, I'll never know. Or perhaps, they didn't miss it, and figured it was just teenagers wanting to be away from the parents. Whatever.

We had decided to do the first shots with me in just bra and panties. I ALMOST insisted on getting ready in my own bedroom, but the long looks of disappointment from my three brothers made me change my mind. After all, I was going to be naked in front of them. What difference did it make if I got undressed with them watching? A lot of difference, it seems.

The difference, was to me. From then on, the difference was always to me. The boys had agreed that I was to call the shots ... of what I allowed and didn't allow. No touching by them, and (at least until I was comfortable with the idea) no getting undressed themselves or even jacking-off. Just taking pictures. Maybe a little cheesecake if I felt like it; but probably not. However, I never realized what a sensation getting undressed publicly in front of horny young men (OK ... NOT publicly, and the "men" were really just boys, and my own brothers, so I felt safe) would do for a girl.

The shivers I got from taking my blouse off, just cannot be described to somebody who hasn't stripped for men. I was shaking, and it wasn't even cold. Hot, even. When I reached for the zipper in the side of my slacks, my hand was shaking so bad I almost couldn't get it down. Joe reached out as if to help me, and then pulled his arm back as if it was burned.

I was vaguely aware of a as the first shot was taken by one of the other two boys. If anything, that made me shiver even harder. Knowing I was standing there with only a bra covering my breasts (Pretty good-looking breasts, even if I do say so myself. I can look in a mirror. Maybe only an 'A' cup at that time, but they were nicely rounded and didn't really need the brassier to hold them up.) I knew the picture of me opening the zipper on my pants was captured for all eternity by the camera. Somehow I managed to step out of the pants without falling over. Then I sat down on the barstool/chair that we had agreed I was to "pose" on, and the real photo-shoot began.

Damn, but it was exciting. Joe was using the borrowed (expensive) reflex camera, Mike had the movie camera whirring away, and Terry had to take careful shots with the Polaroid. I tried to do the things that models do ... running my hands through my hair, changing positions, sticking my breasts out, and things like that, until finally, "OK boys, one more shot," I told them firmly.

This brought groans from all three boys, but not much, as Terry was almost on his last picture anyway; and the other two boys had quite a lot.

"I'll make this one good," I promised; sticking out my breasts and opening up my legs so that the crotch of my panties showed. I didn't even object when each of the boys took at least three shots of this; as my cunny got wet from the excitement of exposing myself like this in front of my brothers. I wondered if it showed in the pictures.

---

"That's it," I said finally; grabbing my clothes and heading off to my room. "Don't forget, you boys OWE me for this."

There was a common groan again; this time at the fact I didn't get dressed again in front of them. However, I had to take a shower after this; as I was soaking wet. I don't know why, but I was simply RUNNING with sweat. I almost fingered myself off in the shower ... But I didn't. Still, the memories of the photo-shoot gave me masturbation material for almost a week. I couldn't believe I was so excited by exposing my body to my own brothers.

Well ... after all, the boys WERE my brothers. A girl just doesn't think of her own brothers as even possible sex-partners, does she? After that first photo club shoot, I wasn't quite so sure any more. I mean, boys were boys, and sexy things sometimes, but brothers were brothers ... not something even slightly sexually exciting. Boring, nice to play with sometimes, but definitely NOT something to get horny over or even think of as boyfriends. Possible boyfriends for your friends, maybe. And vice-versa, THEIR brothers made nice boyfriends for you ... sometimes.

The boys didn't forget their promises either. Nothing was said to our parents; but from then on somehow it wasn't "my turn" to do dishes or wash clothes. In fact, all three boys seemed to treat me like some little goddess ... as if I was something special, or they all had a crush on me or something. (God forbid!)

We had planned the second photo-club meeting for the next weekend ... but our parents (of course) put the kibosh on that by being annoying and staying home. Still, we DID manage to sneak enough time to use the Polaroid to copy some of the photos taken by Mike and Terry. With some judicious work by Mike, who seemed to know more about that stuff, the copies of the Polaroid take WITH the Polaroid didn't look too bad. Nothing obscene, and some that would even look nice in a calendar. In fact, Mike made up a calendar with twelve months of me as a joke ... and in spite of the danger of keeping it, I couldn't bear to destroy it. I still have the mock-up with the pictures pasted on it.

When it came to being actually naked in front of the boys the second time, it was more of an anti-climax than something scary like the first time.

Like I said, it was two weeks later, and by THAT time I already owed the boys; as they had been doing my chores ever since the first shoot.

Somehow it wasn't as bad getting completely naked as it had been in bra and panties. I really FELT like a model this time. And, instead of twisting and turning, I SAT like a model; allowing the boys to take as many pictures as they wanted; but not acting sexy like the first time.

---

Just because I wasn't ACTING sexy, didn't mean I didn't FEEL sexy though. Sitting there naked in front of my three brothers while they examined almost every inch of my body through the viewfinders had me running almost a river from between my legs. Thankfully THIS time I wasn't wearing panties, or the wet-spot between my legs would have been incredibly obvious. As it was, I'm sure the stool was slippery-wet with pussy-drool when I finally called a halt to the second shoot.

Well, except for scanning and cleaning up the pictures, that SHOULD have been it. The boys had nice clear pictures of a naked girl from close up, I had at least two weeks of no chores, and a quite exciting memory of being a naked model.

Like I said, it SHOULD have been it. Only ... I wanted more. I didn't want the excitement to end; and I could tell the boys didn't either. Still, we HAD done exactly what we had decided originally to do; and there wasn't much more we could do with me just being naked.

Surprisingly, it was Terry who approached me, just as I was about to suggest something more myself.

"Uh, Sandy?" he asked.

I grinned back at the older boy. While not as big or developed as his two elder brothers, the kid is closer to me than either one. Something about him being only a year and a half older I guess, compared to three and five years older. After all, Joe being 18 is almost a man like Uncle Boyd, and even Mike is getting there at 16. Heck, even Mike could find a girl and get married next week, if you think about it.

"Whatcha want, punk?" I asked, with a grin to take the sting out of the insult.

"Uh ... could we ... at least Mike and I ... take some more pictures NEXT week?" he proposed tentatively.

I shivered; because I had been having similar ideas myself. "What KIND of pictures?" I asked. "Last week we did just about everything I could without getting nasty."

"Uh ...," Terry blushed bright red. "We were wondering if maybe you COULD do some nasty pictures."

"ME?" I acted insulted for a moment. "You want ME to not only get undressed in front of you, but to act nasty too? What kind of girl do you think I am?!"

I could tell Terry was almost crushed. He mumbled some kind of apology, and tried to back out. I didn't let him.

"What KIND of 'Nasty Pictures' did you boys have in mind?" I prodded.

"What?"

"Nothing much."

"I want to know just HOW much of nothing you guys wanted," I insisted.

Another mumble, and finally Terry admitted he wanted me to masturbate in front of him and his brother(s). Just that, not have real sex or even have them touch me.

I grinned ... Things were working out better than I had expected. "This will cost you, you know," I reminded him.

---

Terry was so surprised at my acceptance, that he automatically acceded to any payment without asking what it was. "We'll do you chores for the next month," he promised.

"Not just that," I dismissed the chores as inconsequential. "You boys will have to get undressed too ... And I expect to see you masturbate too ... all THREE of you, or it's no deal!"

Terry gaped at me. Up to then, the deal had been that THEY remained dressed, and didn't even act like sex was in the deal during the shots. "You want US to ...?" He couldn't say it.

"Uhuh," I replied. "After all, it's only fair that if you get to see ME masturbate, then I get to see you too. But no touching, OK? You boys stay on your side of the room and take pictures, and I stay on mine ... but I get the reflex camera!"

It didn't take a lot of convincing for all three boys to sign on to this new photo-club shoot, where for once I would get to take some shots of them.

It took another two weeks (during which I STILL didn't do any housework; and neither our mother nor Uncle Boyd seemed to even notice). But finally a weekend came around when we would have at least three hours to stage the "photo club".

Guess what? I didn't take a single picture. However, I DID get to watch all three of my brothers get naked before I did.

There's something obscene, nasty, dirty, and yet thoroughly exciting and wonderful about getting naked in front of three horny men. And all three of my big brothers were definitely MEN, as I finally saw. Even Terry had quite an erection already; big enough that I wondered how such a monster could actually fit inside a girl. As for Mike and Joe ... well, you imagine it yourself. Some girl was going to be extremely lucky to get any of these guys for a husband. I almost wished I could be the lucky girl to feel that ....

I barely managed to shut THAT thought off before I started thinking things a girl just isn't supposed to think about her own brothers.

It wasn't hard to masturbate in front of the boys at all, in spite of my worries about being scared. In fact, with three rampant pricks pointing at me, it became extremely easy to finger myself to an incredible orgasm, while hardly noticing the clicks, whirs, and other noises of cameras taking pictures of me doing it. I was actually cumming for the SECOND time, when I first felt a splatter against my foot ... and realized that at least ONE of the boys had ejaculated hard enough to reach me from where they were all sitting several feet away. That made me cum even harder. I almost fell off the stool when I finally relaxed.

Nobody said a word when we all got dressed. I guess we were all too embarrassed at what had happened. Still, that didn't keep me from asking as I pulled on my blouse, "Same time next week?" Not one of the boys objected.

Well, as you can imagine, by then I KNEW things had gone too far ... and if they kept on going and I LET them keep on going ... in a few weeks things would get even worse ... or better, depending on your viewpoint. Somehow I convinced myself that I could control things. The boys certainly weren't going to rape me; so I knew I could say "Stop" at any time.

---

Of course, I forgot that there was one other person to control in the photo-club ... Me.

Well, as you can imagine, things progressed. A week later I was lying on a pad, telling the boys to, "Cum all over me." Yeah, right. I insisted that they be careful about getting it near my cunny, because I didn't want to get pregnant by my own brothers, but otherwise they could squirt cum all over my body, in my face even. I insisted that they all take GOOD pictures of this, because it was going to be the last shoot.

I came so hard I almost blacked out.

Later, while looking at the pictures of me streaked with thick white cum all over my face, boobs, belly, and even legs, I just HAD to print out a couple and use them to masturbate to.

For some reason, the boys kept on doing my chores as if they weren't mine any more ... even though the "photo club" shoots were supposedly over. It was kind of depressing to know that exciting period of our lives was finished. But a girl can't have sex with her own brothers, can she? Not that what we were doing was exactly sex ... but it was close.

No, I didn't PLAN what came next. For sure the boys didn't. As far as we all were concerned, the whole thing was finished because we knew it was getting too darned close to something that would change things forever between us. Heck, it already had.

Only ... Saturday came around, our parents were out, and I found myself somehow clearing the living-room and setting up the cot and pad we had used the week before. When Mike came in and looked questioningly at me, I said, "Aren't you guys going to help me get ready for the photo shoot?"

There was almost a hole in the air where Mike had been; and two minutes later, all three boys were helping me set up the room for yet another shoot.

"This time," I said, laying back on the cot, "I want you boys to all cum on me right HERE." I pointed at the light fuzz just above the entrance to my crack. "Try not to cum in me if you can, but if we do it right, it will LOOK like you got it all over (and even inside) my vagina. If we do it right, it will make one hell of a sexy picture."

Well, as you can imagine, it did. I didn't even DARE masturbate myself this time; as if I had, I would have probably worked my brothers' sperm inside me. So, I just lay there and let all three boys jack off on my tummy and just above the hole that led into my body.

I couldn't believe how obscene, yet how exciting it was to see the thick white pearly cum first squirting, and then oozing onto my tummy. It tickled, for one thing. The cum from all three boys was incredibly thick, white, and made an obscene pool on my tummy that slowly started to liquefy and run towards my sides and a little down between my legs (safely PAST my vagina, but near it).

"Now take a picture, QUICK," I said; trying to hold my pose before the goo got liquid and slipped off.

"Sexy, isn't it?" I asked; while each of my brothers snapped and took pictures of their cum puddling so dangerously near to my exposed cunny. "Well ... Think of how sexy THIS is," I added.

---

To my brothers' astonishment (and to MINE too!) I reached down to the obscene pool of cum on my belly, and cupping a finger, PUSHED the whole gooey gob of thick white goo down until it reached my pussy-lips ... then I pushed it inside!

Gawd, even now I can't believe I did something so crazy/obscene. I actually grabbed thick white gobs of my own brothers' cum and forced it into my body with my fingers. From being hotter than a firecracker from watching all three boys ejaculate on me, I almost exploded with orgasm as I took their cum and forced it into myself; inseminating myself with my own brother's cum.

Joe almost choked as he watched me ... but that didn't keep him and the other two boys from filming me as I grabbed gob after gooey gob of thick white cum and forced it inside me with my fingers, until there was only a slick wetness on my tummy to tell where the three boys had first deposited their sperm. Now almost every one of the potent little wrigglers were inside me. Not as dangerous as if they had cum right inside my vagina, but almost.

"NEXT time, I want you boys to do it right, and cum inside me," I told them, as I picked up my panties and slid them on. The soft white material almost immediately was wet and slimy from the cum oozing out of my still-unfucked slit. "No, I am NOT giving up my virginity to my horny brothers ... but that doesn't mean you can't squirt inside me," I explained. I still had some funny idea about being a virgin on my wedding day.

I could tell that Mike at least was disappointed that we weren't going to consummate things right then. But, like always, all three boys accepted MY decision about how far I was willing to go.

All that week I pondered how things had progressed so far ... from the boys learning about girls by just looking at my naked body ... to what I had at least implied they would learn next week. I wasn't sure I could go through with it.

Still, Saturday found us clearing away the living-room again ... and this time when we got undressed, all three boys had their hands all over my body. Somehow it seemed right that if the boys were actually going to stick their pricks inside me, that it was OK for them to touch me all over too. For sure, I never even thought of objecting, because it felt GOOD to be loved that way by three men. I wondered for a moment why I hadn't allowed them to touch me with their hands before ... then I lost myself to the loving feel of six hands and three mouths stroking my body, feeling and licking my swollen titties, and even a tongue tickling me in the navel. I was almost already cumming, when I first felt an insistent pressure of something big and slippery between my legs, and realized Joe was starting to push his erection into me.

"No," I stopped him. My big brother looked incredibly disappointed, but stopped and pulled away. "I want Terry to be first," I explained.

---

Oh. All three boys seemed to accept this immediately. This time I lay on my back, and motioned the youngest of my older brothers to take Joe's place between my legs. At last I was going to feel what it was like to have a MAN put his prick in my hole. "Careful," I reminded him, "I don't want to lose my virginity."

"Uh," he groaned; and I knew that was as much agreement as I would get. Still, it was enough. I trusted all three of my brothers to do their best and not get carried away.

Of course, I forgot about that fourth person in the group again.

No, I did not lose my cherry to Terry. It still felt incredibly good to have just the head of my own brother's penis lodged inside my body, before he lost it and began squirting thick white cum up inside me where it belonged.

I hastily counted days until my period ... and then forgot the danger as I almost came myself from the stimulation of my brother's thick white cum squirting inside me.

The trouble was, both the danger and thrill of feeling my own brother ejaculating his sperm inside my vagina; combined with the knowledge that both older brothers would be adding their seed to the lusty young wrigglers already squirming up inside my body in search of my waiting fertility made me all that much more ready for what came next.

When Mike barely waited for Terry to finish, before almost pulling his little brother off my body and slamming his prick into my waiting hole, it was only my loud, "Ouch," that kept him from doing the job his little brother hadn't. Still, I could feel his thick prick probing at the slightly torn tissue inside me; and it was all I could do to keep from gabbing my brother by the ass and pulling him all the way inside.

Since this was the first time Mike had ever been inside a girl before, he didn't last much longer than his little brother had. Before I was really ready, my middle brother was jerking and spasming inside me; trying to force his thick white sperm into my body at the same time he fought to keep from hurting me by taking my cherry without permission as he did so. As it was, his prick must have torn me even further; as I felt slight stings inside me with each jerk of incestuous seed into my vagina.

Is it any wonder that when Joe's turn came, I was so excited I grabbed him HARD by the ass, and pulled on my big brother until he slid inside me, all the way up to the hilt, on the slick lubrication of his younger brothers' sperm with my own lubrication added in? I didn't more than wince slightly, as the older boy finished the job his two brothers had started. Still, it was really ME who forced my older brother to take my cherry ... not the other way around, as you might expect. It just felt too damned GOOD not to have him all the way up inside me. Once again, it was ME who lost control, not the boys.

---

Joe must have had SOME experience in fucking a girl before (unlike the two younger boys) in spite of his protestations that he was still a virgin, but even so I guess the excitement of watching his two brothers go first, along with the slick wet heat of my vagina still took a quick toll on him. Joe hadn't made more than ten or twelve strokes, grinding his crotch into mine, before his thick white cum was spurting against my uterus; filling my vagina with brotherly seed as my big brother did his best to make sure that it was HIS sperm that won the race up inside my uterus to my developing eggs. I was well and truly fucked.

Only ... the stimulation of having all three brothers ejaculate inside me had just made me that much more excited, instead of giving me the soothing rest that having an orgasm usually did. While all three boys had theirs, I was just getting into mine.

So, it was with some relief that once Joe rolled off me, gasping for breath at the strength of his orgasm, that I felt Terry slide on top of me for seconds! This time the younger boy's prick slid all the way into me, instead of stopping at my now-tattered hymen. Also, this time it took much longer for him to reach a climax; having taken the edge off the first time he emptied his prostate into me.

God, did that feel good.

It must have been on the second or third round, when I was just lying there taking each boy in turn, with my eyes closed, as I finally had enjoyed not one, not two, but at least three and possibly even four enormous climaxes, that I noticed something different. By then it was just feeling good ... no longer the urgent climb to orgasm ... but just nice feelings of thick family cock sliding in and out of my hole, the weight of brotherly body on top of mine, and the gasping pants of passion in my ears that kept me going. While not so urgent, it felt NICE to have my brothers inside me like that. If the boys had wanted to keep taking turns emptying their sperm into my body all night long, I would have been happy to keep taking it. After all, once the first thick white spurt of incestuous cum had gone into me, there wasn't all that much more danger in letting each one do it some more ... was there? Whatever.

Only this felt different. Rougher and bigger somehow. I opened my eyes in surprise to find MY FATHER fitting his swollen prick into my tender and puffy hole, before he slid it all the way up into my belly and bumped into my cervix.

"Ouch," I said, then, "Daddy!"

"Sorry," he said ... but didn't stop stroking in and out.

"What are you DOING here?" I asked; still wincing a bit, each time my father pushed in a little hard ... But I didn't even attempt to push him away either. A silly question I know, considering what we were doing; but Dad hadn't been over to see us in WEEKS ... and this was definitely not a time I would have expected him to show up!

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"Your mother and Uncle Boyd got a little suspicious of you kids being busy each Saturday," he explained; still keeping up a steady rhythm in and out of my body, "so they figured out what was happening, and invited the family over as kind of a surprise for you."

FAMILY?!?!

I looked down past my father's hips, and sure enough the whole family was there. Not only Daddy but Aunt June, their daughter May, Mom, Uncle Boyd, Grandpa Mike and Grandpa Tim as well. Even Dad and his sister's new baby was there; sitting in a "safety seat", with a bottle keeping the child quiet. All the men were lined up in a row, "waiting their turn," while Aunt June and my half-sister got each man ready for me. Oh my GOD, I was "pulling a train" with my own family, while Daddy's sister and their daughter got each man ready to cum inside me!

I blinked twice at that last. I really couldn't believe that the three-year-old would actually be "fluffing" for me ... but she was. The little girl had our grandfather's prick in her mouth; and was working it up and down with her hands; trying to get the old man ready to cum in me, without choking on him or getting him to cum too soon. Oh my God!

The photo shoot was still going on as well; as I noticed my mother with the reflex camera in one hand, and the movie camera in the other, taking pictures of the whole thing. Mom was making sure that I had a record of this event; the slight bulge of her tummy hardly getting in the way at all of doing two things at once.

By this time, Daddy's prick was swelling in me; and I knew he must have been watching my brothers for some time and was too excited to last. "Uh, princess?" he asked. "Daddy's going to squirt the thick white stuff that makes babies right up in your tummy and get you pregnant," he explained. Unlike my brothers, Daddy didn't seem to want to get me pregnant without my permission.

"Do it, Daddy. Cum in me," I told him. By now, I knew that if I had even a chance of getting pregnant tonight, I would. If the baby was fathered on me by Daddy, then it was about as bad (or as good) as if it was one of my brothers doing it. Now if ... I shut THAT thought off in a hurry.

Daddy did. Burying himself to the hilt inside me, I felt my father's prick twitch ... once ... twice ... then three times. Then it was all over, and Grandpa Tim pulled his prick out of May's hardworking little mouth and slid inside me to take the younger man's place. Three strokes, and Grandpa Tim added his seed to his son-in-law's, and was followed by Joe and then Mike.

This time it took a bit longer for Mike to cum ... I guess cumming in his little sister three times already, was starting to slow him down ... but my brother still seemed to like it.

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It was just when Mike was delivering a couple weak spurts of cum in me, that I heard a choking, gulping, "Pthiicckktt!" from beside me. I looked over and my three year old little sister (OK ... HALF sister) was choking on Grandpa Mike's prick, which somehow had gotten halfway into the child's mouth. Thick white gobs of goo were running out of his granddaughter's nose, her eyes were watering, and for a second the little girl looked like she was choking. Grandpa Mike must have gotten so excited at seeing my brother cumming in me, while the sensation of his own granddaughter sucking on his prick had added to the stimulation, that he must have cum right down her throat; almost choking her in the process.

Still, May didn't pull away; milking the remains of Grandpa Mike's thick cum into her mouth and swallowing heavily, before he stepped out of line to be replaced by Uncle Boyd.

"Thanks, Grandpa," she said; wiping her eyes and nose with a tissue Mom handed her.

"Oooh!" Right then I was distracted from my little sister's problems, as a thick, heavy, satisfying presence slid into my body. Uncle Boyd was home.

"Thanks, Uncle Boyd," I whispered up at him, before neither of us could say anything in a kiss that left me almost as breathless as the wonderful sensation of his prick sliding in and out of my hole.

"Thank YOU," he responded, after almost licking my tonsils.

"Why haven't you done this before?" I asked; squirming up at him. A good question; as I certainly wouldn't have objected ... even if my uncle had wanted to take my virginity and get me pregnant with his babies. As you might guess, I love my uncle. Uncle Boyd has taken care of me, watched over me when I was sick, been to my plays, and otherwise been all the things my father HASN'T been since Daddy left a little over four years ago.

"You weren't ready," he responded. "Besides, you never asked me."

"Oh." One other thing still bothered me though. "Well," I said; squirming up at my uncle to get his thick prick even deeper in my belly, "if you and Mom don't have any objections to incest, then why haven't YOU two been ... uh ... 'getting it on' like this?" I asked.

"Whoever said we haven't?" Uncle Boyd grinned back at me; jerking his body into mine, while the thick white spurts of his incestuous seed filled my womb. God ... I hope the baby is his.