"Mommm!" the little girl's complaint shattered Melinda's comfortable relaxation on the big living-room chair. Darn! and she had just gotten settled down with her favorite crossword puzzle, too.

"What IS it Kathy?" she asked rather more crossly than was justified by the little girl's objection.

"They're doin' it again!"

"Doing WHAT, Cat?" The little girl's full name was Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton. Almost nobody called her anything but "Cat" or "Kathy".

"The boys are playing in their room, and they won't let me play with them," the little girl pouted. At seven years old, the child was so cute she had no trouble twisting either of her parents around her little finger. Only her brothers seemed even partially immune to the little girl's wiles, and even they mostly gave in to her. Kathleen Pinkerton was just too cute for her own good.

"Well, go in there, and play with them anyway," responded Melinda. The woman was too comfortably settled in her chair to feel like getting up and settling a dispute between her children. It was getting to be SUCH a bother to get up and down right now. Besides, she had told all three boys enough times to be sure and include their little sister in their play. Being the only family three miles down at the end of a dirt road didn't leave the little girl many neighbors to play with; while the three boys at ages 15, 14, and 10, seemed to be capable of getting into all the trouble they wanted to with each other. Because of this, their little sister had grown up to be quite a tomboy, as none of the older boys wanted to play "little girl games" with her. So, Kathy had learned to play the type of games that boys play.

Only lately, it seems that the three boys had found something new to do, and didn't want to invite their little sister in on the fun . . . .

Which (of course) made Kathy that much more determined to do whatever it was her big brothers were doing anyway. Even if she didn't know what it was.

"I Can't," she complained again. "They've got the door shut, and won't let me in!"

Melinda sighed. Somehow she had just known that she wasn't going to get off so easy. "Mark! Jeff! Brian! get your butts IN here! NOW!" she yelled.

There was a scrambling sound from the boys' bedroom, but nobody appeared.

"I said NOW!" she repeated. "If I don't see you three in here by the time I count to 10 . . . ." Not one of the kids in the house ever wanted their mother to reach "10" as they knew from past experience that it wasn't worth it. "Ten" not only brought down their mother's wrath on them, but got their father involved too. "1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ."

By the time Melinda was starting to form the word "four" a head poked it's way out of the boys' bedroom. Mark spoke for his two younger brothers.

"But Mom!" came the complaint, "We're changing clothes . . . we're not dressed!"

"I said NOW. That means no excuses. 7 . . . 8 . . ."

There was a mad scramble, as the three boys made a mad dash for the living-room; with only Mark "decent" wearing a pair of jockey-shorts, while Brian almost fell over the pair of pants he was trying to pull up over one leg, and the middle-boy Jeffrey came in wearing only socks; trying vainly to hide his manhood from his little sister's interested gaze.

Melinda didn't seem to notice or even be interested in the dishabille of her three young sons in front of their 7-year-old little sister. "Now what's this I hear about you boys not letting Kathy play with you?" she asked.

The results of this question was amazing. Instead of denying the fact that they were leaving their little sister out of their games, all three boys started blushing! It was quite a sight to see, as the red started out at the chest-level for Mark, and traveled up to his ears; while the two younger boys mainly turned bright red in the neck and face. Only the oldest had the spirit to answer.

"Uh Mom," he almost groaned, "we CAN'T . . . I mean, she's a GIRL!" This was NOT said with the usual disdain that boys have for playing "little-girl" games, but more as if it was an explanation he expected the older woman to accept.

"So?" his mother snapped, "what's THAT got to do with it?"

"Uh Mom," the boy's blushing got even more dramatic, if possible, "We were playing with each other . . . You know what I mean . . ."

"So?" Melinda didn't seem to be surprised at her three sons playing sexual games. After all, two of them were teenagers, and the youngest was fast approaching. "That doesn't mean you have to keep your little sister out."

"But mom, she's a GIRL," repeated Jeff, as if that explained everything.

"So what?" their mother replied, shocking all three boys. "Just because you're all boys, doesn't mean Kathy can't join you. Yes, I know . . . you're having sex together . . . so what? That doesn't mean you can't have sex with Kathy too, just because she's a girl, you know."

There was dead silence, as all three boys tried to digest this.

Mark was the first one to regain his senses. Just like his brothers, the thought that their mother seemed to actually WANT the three boys to . . . to actually have sex with their little sister, had caused him to sprout an enormous erection that threatened to burst out of the jockey-shorts he was wearing. His two younger brothers were sprouting even more obvious boners.

While the thought of shoving his swollen member up in his little sister's tight little belly, until the child either begged for mercy, or (dream on, buddy) begged for him to fill that same cute little tummy full of his baby-making seed, was so erotic the older boy almost came in his shorts . . . almost.

Only the thought of just HOW big his erection was, and HOW small his little sister was made him regain his sanity, before he had made more than a step towards the little girl; planning on pulling her tight little panties down and stuffing his thick baby-maker so far up the little girl's cunny-hole she would be feeling his glans poking a hole in her womb; while he filled that same womb so full of thick white baby-juice the child would be having his babies for the next 20 years. God, what an erotic thought!

Only it was that very image that stopped him. Kathy was just too small, and he was just too big! Mark shuddered. If the little girl had been even TWO years older, she would probably be carrying his baby before two minutes had gone by. As it was . . .

Mark, like the rest of the family, liked and yes even loved his little sister. The older boy would no more think of hurting the little girl (for all her being a pest) than he would think of cutting off his own arm. "Mom!" he objected; then at his mother's surprised look explained, "I can't! I mean Cat's just a little girl!"

"Am NOT!" objected the child; standing hands-on-hips and looking the very picture of indignation. The little girl (yes, LITTLE girl) stood slightly balancing on her toes to emphasize her height, and put the lie to her big brother's accusation that she was "too little" for any kind of fun that the older boys were big enough for. Many times in the past Kathleen had proven to her big brothers that she was not only capable of keeping up with them, but that she could outswim all of them, outrun all but Jeff, and outfight Brian. She could even play baseball or ride a horse as well as any of them.

Melinda just raised her eyebrows like she had so many times in the past; as if daring the older boy to prove his accusation. As in the past, Melinda seemed to feel that if the boys couldn't prove their little sister was too small to play with them, then they had to let her. (The boys DID show that Kathy WAS too small to play basketball, but darn little else. There, any one of the boys could simply hold the ball out of her reach, and the child could barely make the ball reach the rim, even when not guarded. The few times Mark had taken the little girl on as a "team" against their two brothers, the little girl had been more hindrance than help. So Kathy did NOT play basketball with the boys. However, she played almost every other game with them, and could skate rings around them all, when the pond froze in the winter.)

"I don't want to hurt her," Mark groaned; still terribly aroused at the very thought of his little sister's tight little cunny sucking the sperm out of his prick and up into her flat little belly where it belonged. Like his brothers, Mark was still a virgin; though (like them) he desperately didn't want to be. That's why the older boy had been fooling around with his brothers. There just WEREN'T any girls nearby to even TRY to make a pass at, let alone date, have as a girlfriend, or (dreaming now) fuck. The only female members of the human species around were his own mother and little sister; and a guy just doesn't . . . .

Only now Mark wondered if possibly a guy does. Still, his little sister WAS too small. At only seven years old, his thick prick would probably split the little girl in half, if he tried shoving it up her tight little twat. On the other hand, the idea was OH so tempting!

"I didn't SAY hurt her," snapped Melinda. The older woman could tell just exactly what thoughts were going through her eldest son's mind. "You don't hurt your brothers, when you play with them, do you?"

"Well, no but . . ."

"So, would what you do with THEM, hurt HER?" she asked.

Mark thought of what he and his brothers had been doing. So far, they had only played with each other, had regular oral sex, and once had sucked each other off in a "daisy-chain". Up to now, they had never proceeded to actual fucking . . . not even in the ass. Even if they had, the older boy figured that his little sister's rear would probably stretch as much as either of the other two boys; and he was probably too big for even them. So his mother was right . . . anything he was doing or even planned on doing with his brothers, would probably be just as safe for the little girl as either of the boys. He didn't HAVE to fuck the kid, no matter what his erotic first-impression had been. "Well, no but . . ." he started; still thinking that while it was OK for boys to "fool around" with each other, it was entirely different to play sex-games with a little girl. Especially, if that little girl was your own 7-year-old little sister.

"Well no buts!" snapped their mother. "I've told you before, that if you're going to play games with each other, then you've got to include Kathy too. So now get over there and fuck your little sister, just like you do your brothers!"

This time, all three boys stared at their mother. Even Kathy did, though she didn't understand the word the way Mark and Jeff did. Fuck their little sister?

"Well come on!" said Melinda, impatiently. "Show your little sister just what it is you do, so she can join in too!" The woman crossed her arms and looked expectantly at the four children.

Mark thought about it for all of 15 seconds, while his two younger brothers watched to see how the older boy reacted to their mother's directive. He decided that his mother was right . . . everything that he and the other two boys had been doing, Kathy could too. It might even be fun to include their little sister in on their sex-play. Besides, if he did, then when the little girl got older . . . Mark's mind shied away from what three horny boys might do with a willing sister who was old enough to fuck. His mind was already overloaded from his earlier fantasies. "OK," he croaked, "but Kathy's got to get undressed too." Somehow Mark just didn't believe that his mother would actually let the little girl go that far, once she realized they were talking about real sex, not just touching each other. Only Melinda knew what horny boys do together, probably better than he did . . . After all, the woman had been a girl once herself, and she had two older brothers too.

"Well?" she asked; turning her ire on the little girl this time, "what are you waiting for . . . an engraved invitation? Get undressed! I thought you WANTED to play with your brothers!"

Kathy stood there for a minute, wide-eyed. The little 7-year-old had NOT expected THIS to happen. She hadn't realized that what her brothers did in the privacy of their bedroom involved getting naked together until the three boys had come out without any clothes, at her mother's insistence. Up to now, Kathy (being a virgin, just like her brothers) had never even SEEN a naked boy before. Now three rampant peckers were staring her in the face, while her mother seemed to expect her to get just as naked as they were!

It took Kathy almost as long as her big brother had to decide. Still, it was mainly the thought of being forever "left out" of things, as her brothers continued "doing their thing" in the other room if she refused, that decided her. Kathy knew that her mother wouldn't let her even bring the subject up again for an entire year if she didn't "prove" she was old enough to join in on the boys' games THIS time. Those were the rules her mother always set, any time there was an argument about whether Kathy was "old enough" to play with her brothers. Remembering the Basketball fiasco, Kathy shivered. A year was almost forever to a first-grader. A half minute later Kathy was just as naked as her brothers; all except Mark who still had on his jockey-shorts.

"Well?" prompted their mother again, "Show your little sister what to do."

This time Mark and Brian looked at Jeff. After all, it had been the middle boy who had taught THEM; having learned about what boys and girls could do together while at "camp" the previous summer. "Well first," he stammered, "you've got to learn about sucking cock . . ." The boy seemed embarrassed at saying this in front of his little sister. A pink blush slowly rose up his back, around his neck, and then onto his face; peaking when his ears were bright red. The 14-year-old couldn't believe he was even saying the word "cock" in front of his little sister, let alone telling her she was going to have to learn to suck one!

"Jeffrey Joseph Pinkerton! I'm ashamed of you!" Their mother's outburst stopped all three boys in their tracks. They just KNEW they had screwed up royally. Somehow all three boys figured they had misunderstood their mother and she had NOT wanted them to approach their little sister sexually, after all.

"I'm ashamed of you," repeated Melinda. "Is THAT what you did with your brothers the first time? Just ask them to suck your prick? I'll bet I know what kind of response THAT got from them." The woman snickered at the very idea.

"Well, no . . . uh." Jeff remembered the reaction HE had, when a boy first broached the idea of his sucking someone else's prick. Suck the thing another boy PEED out of?!?! No way! Only before the week was out, he had been sucking as eagerly as the other boys in camp, in return for feeling them doing the same to him.

Even when one of the older boys came in his mouth; squirting thick white gobs of cum down his throat, Jeff hadn't minded, because the other boy had returned the favor; sucking him for almost 15 minutes, until the 13-year-old (at that time) had his first-ever cum; ejaculating his boyish sperm in the older boy's hardworking mouth. Jeff had learned NOT to spit out the other boys' cum, not only because it felt better to everyone, but because at camp there wasn't any safe place to spit it out, without leaving stains or suspicious smells. Besides, all of the other kids did. Anyway, once you got used to it, cum didn't taste bad at all.

Remembering all this, Jeff was slightly ashamed that he had forgotten already how he had to be seduced into liking it, and how he had talked his brothers into "doing it" the same way. Of COURSE his little sister would be scared if some boy (even her own brother) just came up to her and wanted the little girl to suck on the part of his body he peed out of . . . even if the other boys and even her own mother seemed to think it was OK. Jeff immediately changed his tactics. None of the boys (especially Jeff) was really a homosexual. It was only because they didn't HAVE any girls to "practice on" that any one of the three of them had been willing to experiment with other boys. Only a teenager got SO horny . . . especially at night. And sleeping three in a bed, even three boys in a bed, DOES raise erections!

"Come here little sister," he said, "Let me show you something that feels REAL good."

Kathy looked at her mother for assurance. After that nasty thing her brother had tried earlier, she wasn't sure she trusted the older boy. Still, when Melinda beamed and nodded at her, the little girl let her brother "do his thing." After all, she HAD wanted to find out just what was so much fun about what the three boys were doing in their room, and this looked like it might be a clue as to what they liked doing together so much. It was.

Jeff didn't really know what to do, since he had never done anything with a girl before, but he wasn't about to let Cat know that. Her teasing about being better than him at almost everything was already reaching the point of being unbearable. So, he decided that bluffing his was through with false confidence would be preferable to admitting ignorance, especially when both of his brothers were looking to him for leadership.

"Hold still, Cat. This might tickle a bit."

The young teen started feeling up his sister; remembering some of the more credible rumors about girls that had run rampant throughout the camp. One of the older boys, one who just might have done a few of the things he bragged about, had told everyone how to "get into a woman's panties". Lurid descriptions of how it was accomplished and what you did once you reached that nirvana colored several afternoons and late nights.

"First Base", as the guy had named it, was getting to touch a girl's breasts and crotch outside of her clothes. Obviously that wasn't possible now, he realized. His sister was already naked. To get there though, he was supposed to touch and kiss the girl, so that's what he did. His sister stood there, not saying anything, while he stroked his hands all over her body except for her breasts, bum, and crotch. According to instructions, he was supposed to stay away from them until the girl was "getting hot", whatever that was.

All his sister did was stand there, let him do his thing, and look into his eyes with that challenging stare she used so often. The little girl was still waiting to find out what it was that her brothers did that Jeff said felt good. His touching did feel nice, even when it tickled a little, but it wasn't "REAL good". She was waiting for that. She was still waiting after being slightly grossed-out by her brother kissing her, and trying to stick his tongue in her mouth.

Without any real experience, Jeff didn't know whether or not his sister was "getting hot" or not. She was breathing a little faster than normal and her cheeks were getting a little flushed, but that was about it. He decided that enough was enough and started in on "Second Base" - the tits, as he had been told. Of course Kathy didn't have any, but she did have nipples, so he was about to try licking and sucking them, like he had been told about.

"Come on, do something," prodded Mark. The older boy was getting impatient with how long his little brother was taking to do anything. "So he's touching Kathy," he thought. "So what?" It wasn't much more than they all did, when wrestling or playing some of the more physical games. Jeff wasn't touching anything interesting, and Kathy didn't look like she was particularly enjoying what was being done to her; so he figured his brother was probably too nervous to do whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing. Mark "knew" from the talk in school that girls liked getting licked in between their legs, almost as much as guys liked getting sucked off; so he figured he knew as much about sex as his little brother. Waiting wasn't the older boy's strong suit, as everyone in the family could attest.

"Keep quiet, Mark. Jeff is doing just fine." Melinda spoke quietly, but firmly. Mark frowned, but didn't say anything else. Kathy was still waiting. Jeff, who had stopped when his brother spoke, stuck out his tongue and licked first her right nipple, then the left one. Then the right one, then the left one. Over and over again. At first, the little girl giggled because his tongue, running over her little tiny bumps, tickled. Soon, though, they started tingling and feeling good. At the same time, another tingling tickle started down where she peed.

Jeff noticed that his sister was definitely not quite normal anymore. Her breathing was getting heavy, her eyes weren't really focused, and she was starting to squirm, especially at the hips. "Maybe," he thought, "this is what 'getting hot' is." Having decided that his sister was "hot to trot", another expression he learned from camp, he started on the run from "second base" to "third base".

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Brian. As quietly as the ten year old spoke, it was enough to break, at least temporarily, the spell his little sister seemed to be slipping under. She said "That feels funny," in a slightly tremulous voice. Melinda and Mark both shot him dark looks meant to shut him up.

Without stopping the attention he was giving the girl's nipples, he started stroking her bottom. She was so small that with the palms of his hands on the tops of her thighs, he could still touch his fingertips together behind her bum. Still, the soft rubbing on her bottom, thighs, and hips did get her more excited.

"Time to lie down, Cat," Melinda almost whispered. She got up and helped her daughter over to the chesterfield. Kathy walked like a zombie. When she was lying down again, she actually pulled Jeff's head back to her chest. The tickle down in her peepee was actually getting stronger than the ones in her nipples, but it was nipple licking that got the tickle started, so that's what she wanted more of. She decided right then and there that she liked what was happening, even if it wasn't the "REAL good" feeling her brother had promised. Jeff, however, wasn't finished.

Instead of moving back to her chair, Melinda sat by her daughter's head. A smile and a pat on the cheek reassured the young child that Momma was there and that everything was all right. Fear and nervous tension that had gone unnoticed drained away, leaving room for more of the new, exciting kind of tension. Kathy smiled back, then closed her eyes to concentrate on what was being done to her body, and what it was feeling in response.

Mark started to stroke his cock, and Brian almost immediately copied his big brother. A slight negative shake of their mother's head, along with a slashing motion made by her hand, made them stop.

Everybody held their breath for a few seconds, so they all heard the slight gasp when Jeff finally reached "third base". After spreading open his sister's legs and snuggling down between them, he continued licking her bare, hairless slit. Kathy opened her eyes, lifted her head, and looked to see what her brother was doing. "Oh, gross," was her only whispered conference. The little girl made no move to pull away or close her legs, however. Melinda took that opportunity to slide a cushion under her daughter's head so that Kathy could look without straining her neck. The little girl's mother was watching carefully to make sure her daughter wasn't actually getting upset about what was happening. All she saw was wide-eyed wonder and excitement. On Cat's part, knowing Mom was right there watching to make sure nothing bad happened let her stay relaxed and let her enjoy this very new, different, and slightly scary kind of play.

Her brother's licking, down where she peed, while gross, did feel really good. She wondered if this was the "REAL good" feeling her brother had promised. All of a sudden she knew it wasn't, because it got much better when her brother pushed his tongue in between her tight cunny lips. Everything started tingling "REAL good" as he licked up and down in there. Gross or not, she knew she really liked what he was doing, and wanted him to do it more and more and more and more.

Everybody was staring. Mark and Brian were staring from where they stood on the floor. Melinda was staring from where she sat on the couch. Cat stared down her skinny 7-year-old body at Jeff, and Jeff was going cross-eyed trying to stare at the first cunny he had ever had his face in.

Melinda let things progress until Kathy had been groaning and squirming around for a while. She knew that it was unlikely that her daughter, at only seven years old, would have a climax with her first experience. The woman figured it was more important that she enjoy herself and learn how much fun sex could be than to drag things out until Jeff turned the girl into an exhausted and sweaty mess. Besides which, it looked to her like her other two sons were about ready to burst.

"I think that's enough for now, Jeff. Sit up and take a breather."

The young teen was breathing almost as hard as his sister, and his face had a wet sheen to it, from forehead to chin, and from ear to ear. That's about how far his grin spread too, when he saw the awed looks his two brothers were giving him.

"Did you enjoy that, Cat?" asked Melinda as she leaned over to stare down at the flushed and sweaty face of her young daughter. The girl, still almost panting, opened her eyes and looked up at her mother's smiling face.

"Uh ... uh huh," was her breathy reply, accompanied by a slow nodding of her head. After a few seconds and a couple of nods, she added "Yes."

"Was it gross?"

Cat's breathing was slowly coming back under control. She nodded some more, smiled, and said "Yeah!"

"You want Jeff to do it some more?"

"Oh yes! Please Mommy? Can Jeffy lick my peepee some more? Pleeeeease?" Little Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton finally thought she knew what that "REAL good" feeling her brother had been talking about was. She didn't, not then, but would within the week.

"Not just yet, dear." The older woman wanted Kathy to lie still for a while to let all the new feelings she had experienced to soak in. There was also an important lesson she had to learn in reciprocation, if the kids were all going to play together nicely.

"Mark, what I think you should ... Mark!" The son in question was staring dazedly at the junction of his sister's legs. Everything was wet and glistening, and not just with saliva. Seeing his first real live act of sex with a real live girl, even if it was Kathy, had him mesmerized, and had his cock so hard it was almost splitting the seams of his shorts. The vivid display before him - his sister's naked crack, barely open despite having her legs wide open and having had her brother's tongue inside it for a good ten minutes - was so fascinating that he had tuned out of the conversation. His mother's sharp use of his name brought him back to reality.

"Uh, yeah, Mom?"

"Are you back with us again, dear?" Jeff and Brian both smiled and almost snickered at their mother's teasing tone of voice. Mark blushed, but still looked to see what she wanted.

"I think it would be a good idea if you showed Cat what you boys are up to in that bedroom of yours. How about if you make Brian feel as good as Kathy does?"

"Uh, what? Here? Now?" It was still hard for Mark to believe what had just happened, and was doubly hard for him to believe that she wanted to see him making his little brother feel good. Especially in front of his sister. For a few frantic seconds, his mind wavered between "yes she wants to see everything", "she doesn't really have a clue", "I haven't got the slightest idea what she's thinking", and "I wish she had told one of the others to make me feel good instead". The last thought came up because his balls felt like they were ready to explode.

"No, I'd like you to do it next week out back behind the shed. Of COURSE I mean now! How else will Kathy learn that it's just as good for a guy as it is for a girl when the place their pee comes out of is licked and sucked? That is, if Brian doesn't mind you having sex with him here and now. Brian?"

Instead of replying, the ten year old tried to hurry over to his big brother. However, since his forgotten pants were still hanging around his ankles, he almost fell over before he remembered to kick his way out of them.

"Over here you two. And Mark? You might as well lose the shorts." She was pointing to a spot right in front of Kathy and herself.

The blushing boy stared at his mother for a few seconds before dropping his underwear, and stepping out of them. His erection stood out as big as life and twice as hard despite all the blood rushing to his face.

"You too, Jeff. Front and center."

Melinda lined her three sons up in the order she wanted. To the left was Mark, the fifteen year old. Tall, he was well on the way to fulfilling the genetic promise given to him by his father. Already near six feet tall, his shoulders were getting wider almost by the day. Many hours of running around with his brothers, chasing and being chased by his sister, playing basketball, swimming, skating, tree climbing, and anything else active kids could find to do out in the country, kept him and them in excellent shape. He also followed after his father in one other way - his cock was filling out to a nice 6-7 inches in length with enough heft to make a big handful. Hair ran wild all over the place, including his balls, and was starting on his legs and chest.

To the right was Jeffrey. At fourteen, only 18 months younger than Mark, he had a long way to catch up in development. He was five foot seven and much lighter than his older sibling. Speed and determination, however, made up for much of the difference. Tanned everywhere except for a band around his hips, just like both his brothers, he looked slender and soft.

Appearances, in this case at least, can be very misleading. As far as the part Kathy was staring at, it was an inch or two shorter than his big brother's, and considerably thinner, much to his chagrin. Only a little bit of hair was starting to sprout around the edges. Still, he thought he had something to look forward to.

In between the two of them was Brian, Melinda's youngest son. Short and skinny, he stood four foot eleven in his bare feet. This was still five inches taller than his sister. Despite his fifteen pound advantage, she was almost as strong as he was, and was definitely tougher. This didn't mean he was any kind of a wimp, however, since he was the second toughest kid in his class at school. What fascinated his sister, though, was his bare, hairless, and very erect little cock. It was about the size of his biggest brother's middle finger, and was the only one not circumcised. Like both his brothers however, the cock-head was only slightly wider than the shaft, but with a widely flared edge circling most of the way around.

"Go ahead, Cat. Have a good look. You can touch them if you want. I'm sure your brothers won't mind. Just don't scratch, pinch, or squeeze too hard. Go ahead. They won't bite." Melinda smiled reassuringly as her daughter sat up.

Kathleen wasn't too sure that they wouldn't bite. After all, this was the first time she had ever seen a cock, and now three of them were pointing straight at her less than an arms reach away. She was nervous and excited and scared and curious all at the same time. Her mother's hand on her back let her know everything was all right, and she certainly wasn't about to let her brothers see her as any less daring than they were. So, she reached out and touched Brian's.

"It's warm!" were the first words out of her mouth.

"Yes, dear," was her mother's reply. The woman barely succeeded in keeping the amusement out of her voice.

With increasing confidence, the little girl explored this new area of her brother's anatomy. The only time she glanced up was when he giggled. Apparently, the skin between his legs, just behind his sack, was ticklish. All three stood still for her examination. Melinda, however, called a halt when she thought Mark was getting a little too close to exploding from feeling his baby sister's hands.

"Sit back, Cat. You have a seat too, Jeff. It's time for a show. Boys?"

Brian had a wide smile on his face as he turned to his brother and shoved his hips out. The boy was hugely proud of his newfound maturity. Sleeping in the same bed as his brothers meant that there was no way he could avoid noticing what they were doing to themselves every night, but up until a few weeks ago, he had no idea why they were doing what they were doing. Pulling on his pud, as it were, while feeling kinda nice, certainly didn't seem to be worth the time, effort, and sweat the older two were investing in their new hobby. At least, he didn't think so until Jeff sucked him to orgasm one night.

From then on Brian was a convert to their new hobby; learning to suck in order to get sucked. While he was still too young to really ejaculate, sometimes he did spurt a few drops of a watery fluid. Now that he knew his mother wanted him to show off, he was more than willing, especially since she had told Mark to make him feel good. He and his cock were ready, able, and more than willing.

Mark however, was feeling quite nervous. He hadn't been naked in front of his mother since ... well, in a long time. He had NEVER been naked in front of his sister before. And while the three boys had been playing sex games together, it hadn't been for all that long; and sucking off his brother in front of his mother and sister felt positively weird. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a lingering doubt that his mother even expected him to go down on his brother. After all, she had said to make him feel good, not specifically to take him in his mouth like they had been doing.

Moving slowly, he got down on his knees. He moved his face closer to his brother's groin. He watched his mother carefully for any sign of anger or disgust. He opened his mouth. He leaned forward. The head of his brother's cock slid over his lips. Melinda smiled. Mark saw that, and decided to pay attention to giving his brother a good blow-job rather than watching his female relatives.

After all the practice he had recently, Mark knew what his brother liked and what got him off in a hurry. Lots of tongue circling the head. Tightly pursed lips trying to pull the sperm out whenever he pulled his head back. Alternate hard sucking and gentle blowing. Thumb and two fingers playing with his balls, the other hand holding his butt. Lots of movement and friction. He didn't particularly enjoy giving head, but he did like making his brother feel really good, especially since his baby brother was learning how to make him feel just as good.

Melinda stared at the spot where her two sons seemed to be joined. It was the first time since before her brothers had gone off to college, that she had seen one guy blow another. "Not bad," she thought; paying attention to the technique Mark was using. "A little rough maybe, perhaps a bit too rushed; but not bad at all, for someone with only a few weeks practice."

It also looked like Brian was enjoying himself thoroughly. And Cat - Kathy was staring as though she were mesmerized; hypnotized by the show her brothers were putting on. Eyes wide and mouth agape, her nose was only a few scant inches away from the action.

Nobody said a word until Brian blurted out "Oh, shiiiiit!", which was immediately followed by him collapsing and falling on his butt. A few drops of clear fluid oozed out of the tip, but that was it.

"Eeew, gross! He peed in his mouth!" Kathy made a horrid face as she spoke; pulling back from her brothers in her revulsion.

"No, dear, that's not pee. It's what comes out when a boy climaxes."

"But mommy, you told me white stuff comes out before!"

"Yes I did, Cat, but that happens when boys get older. Brian isn't quite old enough yet."

"It's still gross!"

"Hmmm..." Melinda thought for a couple of seconds. Kathy stared at her brother's wet cock. All three of her brothers were staring at their mother.

"Before you make up your mind, let's ask your brothers if it's gross, and if so, why they do it. Mark? How about you first. Do you like sucking your brother's cock?"

It took a few seconds for him to think of how to phrase his answer. He knew better than to lie, but the thought of maybe getting her to at least suck the sperm out his body made him so hot that he just had to convince her to try, or at least get her to not say never.

"Um, well, at first I thought it was pretty disgusting." Mark was talking right to his sister. "After a while though, I didn't mind. It's not great, but it's not really all that bad either."

"So how come you do it?" asked the naked little seven year old.

"Brian," asked Mark, "did you like what I just did?"

Sitting on his butt, leaning back on his arms, Brian smiled up at Kathy. "It was GREAT!"

There was still some doubt on her face, so Mark spoke up again. "Cat, I do it because it makes Brian feel real good, just like Jeff made you feel real good. That's why I do Jeff too. You see, I know they'll do me later, again and again and again, same as they know I'll do them again later. We've even gotten used to swallowing cum because it makes it better for the guy getting sucked."

"That's really gross!"

"Come on, Kathy," continued her big brother, "don't knock it until you try it. Who knows. You might like it."

"That's enough, Mark. Thank you." Melinda smiled and nodded to her son to show how much she appreciated his honesty. "Kathy, I think it's time you paid Jeff back for making you feel so good. Do just like your big brother did, but if you don't want to swallow, you don't have to."

"Right now, Mommy?" the little girl asked rather uncertainly.

"Yes, right now, dear," said Melinda with another smile. She brushed the hair back from her daughter's forehead. "None of the boys seem to have any trouble doing it right now, do they."

"No, Mommy."

When Kathy turned to look at him, Jeff leaned back and dropped his arms to his sides. The smile on his face threatened to separate the top of his head from the rest of him. Lower down, his cock was at least as big and as hard as he could ever remember it being before. For him, though, that was around five inches long and as thick as his big brother's thumb. He waited anxiously for the first touch of a girl's lips on his prick.

The fact that it would be his little sister, and that his mother and brothers were all watching, didn't bother him in the least. He didn't care. Of the three of them, he would again be the first.

There was a fluttery feeling deep in Kathy's stomach when she leaned over for another close look at her brother's cock. Always (well, usually) obedient to her mother's wishes, she was going to pay her brother back, no matter how gross it was. After all, if her brothers could do it, she was going to do it, regardless. There was no way she was going to let them show her up at anything. Not if she could help it.

Four pairs of eyes stared avidly as Kathy got closer and closer to that thing sticking up from between her middle brother's legs. They watched as she turned her head first this way, then the other, as she worked up the courage to take it in her mouth. Then her lips parted, she leaned forward a little more, and it was in.

"Ouch!" shouted Jeff, as he tried to pull away from his sister's face. She immediately opened her mouth wide and pulled back, a frightened look on her face. There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before Melinda took charge again.

"Jeff, what happened?"

"She bit me!"

"Did not!" yelled back a nervous Kathy.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Hush up, you two. Kathy, a guy's cock is just as sensitive as the inside of your cunny. If your teeth scrape his skin, even a little bit, it can hurt a lot and feel like someone biting. Did your teeth touch him?"

"Well, maybe a little bit," admitted the little girl. Jeff's yell had scared her, making her think she had really hurt him. She loved him too much to do that, even if it got her out of doing something gross. And she wasn't sure she wanted to get out of doing it. If that's what she had to do to get him to lick her some more, she was willing to try.

"Are you ready to try again?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"This time, Cat, keep your mouth wide open, and use your lips to rub his shaft. Go ahead."

When she leaned over again, this time a little more tentatively, Jeff watched with a nervousness he hadn't felt in a while. He wanted to get sucked off, but didn't want that sudden, sharp pain of being bitten again.

Kathy did as her mother had told her, opening her mouth almost as wide as it would go before lowering her mouth around his prick. This time it went in all the way to the back of her throat before she stopped. There wasn't anything left outside, as her lips were pressing against the base of his shaft.

Imitating her brother, she pulled back, then moved in, then pulled back, and repeated the same thing over and over again. Jeff was used to better, even from Brian.

"Move your tongue around at the same time," he said. "It makes me feel a lot better."

Kathy did as Jeff asked, wiggling it under his shaft and around the head as she raised and lowered her head.

"Suck on it at the same time," interjected her mother.

Once again, she did as she was instructed, sucking him into her mouth, then sucking as though she didn't want to release him on the out stroke.

"Is that better?" asked Melinda of Jeff.

"Unh, unh, unh," was all he could manage. The feeling of having a girl sucking him off, his sister in fact, was a lot different than having a guy sucking him off. He liked the girl feelings a lot better. Of course, all the talk, licking his sister, watching his brother, and having everyone watch him getting sucked by a girl for the first time, had him ready to pop in far less time than usual. Being an over-sexed and horny 14-year-old, he didn't have much of a fuse to begin with, so after less time than even he thought was possible, that indescribable sensation started somewhere deep in his groin.

"I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . . gonna cum . . . NOW!" he panted; as he felt the first thick bulge ripple through the tube on the bottom of his prick, and erupt in an obscene *splat* out the tip.

Kathy, never one to let her brothers one-up her, sucked her brother's spouting cock as far into her mouth as it would go. When the first thick spurt came out, it was a bit of a surprise, but summoning the reserves of courage and daring that had served her so well in competing with her older siblings, she simply closed her eyes and started swallowing.

The actions of her mouth, with his cock nearly in her throat, massaged and rubbed the head of his prick, milking him for even more than the already large load he was emptying into his sister's mouth. Each thick puddle of goo splattered against the back of Kathy's mouth; making an obscene, but not really bad-tasting puddle there.

There was a sparkle in her eyes as she watched the contortions her brother's face went through. "Maybe Mark was right," she thought to herself. It wasn't nearly as gross as she had thought it might be. And the taste, slightly cloying, sticky yet sweet, somewhat like a combination of library-paste and honey, while not great, wasn't even in the same league as spinach or Brussels sprouts. Those were things her mother served on a regular basis and which the little girl (being a normal kid) hated with a passion.

Kathy decided that she wouldn't mind doing it again . . . as long as her brother didn't mind doing her too. It would be worth it. With a bit of a show, she sat back up and swallowed; deliberately and noisily.

"Did you like that, Jeff?" asked Melinda with a smile. She knew exactly how he felt, but wanted him to say something to make his sister feel good about doing again what she had just done.

"Oh . . . oh yeah. It was . . . it was GREAT!" he finally managed to puff out. The smile slowly building up on his face again made him look like the cat that ate the canary. "I LOVED it!"

"My turn!" shouted Brian almost immediately, bringing a smile to their mother's face. Kathy looked, and, yes, her youngest brother was once again sporting a usable tool.

"Kathy?" asked Melinda of her daughter. "Are you ready to do it again?"

The little girl thought for a few seconds before answering.

"Well, maybe . . . if he does me too."

"I'm sure he will. Won't you, Brian?"

"Oh yeah! I'll do you real good! Better than Jeffy even!" the young boy bragged.

"We'll let Kathy decide if you're better or not. I think, though, that all of you should head off to the boys' bedroom if you're going to be doing much more of this today. Kathy, don't let the boys make you do anything you don't want too. And boys? If I hear that you've hurt Kathy in any way, you're all in real trouble. Got it?"

That last admonition wasn't really necessary, since all the boys dearly loved their little sister. Hurting her, even when they were playing rough games, always got them really upset. The fact that Cat didn't blame them didn't matter in the least. That was, in part, why she did so well against them. The fact that she was fast, wiry, strong, tough, fearless, and daring, also helped, of course.

With a grin, Kathy jumped off the couch and started running for the boys' room. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" she yelled over her shoulder. That started a small stampede, as nobody wanted to be last.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" shouted Melinda, with some anger in her voice. All the kids stopped dead in their tracks, wondering what they had done wrong. "Maybe," thought Mark, "she really wasn't expecting us to continue playing the same game."

"I thought I taught you kids better than that!"

The four children stared rather guiltily at their mother; unsure what it was they had, or hadn't done, to raise the woman's ire like that.

"Your clothes!" she exclaimed, in an exasperated way.

"Mommy?" asked Kathy as she started slipping on her panties. She wasn't sure if that's what her mother meant, but she was in a hurry to feel one of her brothers licking her between the legs again.

"No, you don't have to get dressed. But I do expect you to pick up after yourselves. You all know better than to leave a mess like this lying around. Now put them in the hamper in the bathroom. I don't think any of you will be wanting to get dressed again today."

There were four relieved sighs, as four children released their held breaths. Their mother wasn't really mad; she was just reminding them of their responsibilities. There was a big difference between the former and the latter, as everyone knew from painful experience.

Grabbing their clothes, everybody went running.

"Mark, hold on a minute. I'd like to talk with you."

The young teen wondered what his mother was going to say. He really hoped that she wasn't going to tell him he was too old or too big to play with his sister. After watching her suck the sperm out of their middle brother, and knowing she would soon be doing the same for their youngest brother, he was almost desperate to feel her little lips wrapped around his own cock.

"I'm proud of you, Mark. I think you showed a lot of maturity and restraint when you said you didn't want to hurt your sister. It was the responsible thing to do, and you did it."

"Uh, thanks, Mom." He didn't like the way this conversation was going. She was talking about "maturity" and "restraint" and "responsibility". Those were words he usually associated with added chores and decreased freedoms. "Old enough" were the words used whenever his mother and father started letting him do new things. That didn't happen nearly often enough, as far as he was concerned.

"You're right, of course. Your sister is far too tight, and you'd probably hurt her a lot if you tried to stick your penis into her vagina right now. Later, maybe you'll be able to, but not right now."

The idea that his mother EXPECTED him to maybe fuck his sister sometime in the future came as a bit of a shock to him, and as it sank in, and the image of him pumping his prick as far up inside of Cat's pussy as it would go and pumping as much of his baby-making juice as his balls could make into her stomach, re-stiffened his cock and almost had him squirting all over the carpet. "Yes, Mom. I guess in a few years she'll be old enough. Until then, we'll have other kinds of fun."

Melinda smiled at the slightly disappointed look on her son's face. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. After all, her two older brothers had gone through almost the exact same thing.

"Mark, I didn't say that Melinda was too young." She waited for the stunned look on his face to materialize, as her words sank in. "I said your sister is too tight. If you tried anything with your man-sized prick right now, you could seriously hurt her."

"I know. So I have to wait until she grows big enough so I don't hurt her. Don't I?" The confusion on his face and in his words were apparent. The boy didn't think his mother meant that he should hurt his little sister, did she? Even if she did, Mark didn't think he could, no matter how badly he and his mother wanted him to fuck the little girl.

"Like I said a minute ago, if you hurt your sister, you'll catch it but good. I'm sure though, that if Cat's willing, you could be fucking her in a few weeks."

"Huh?" That intelligent response was all he could manage. Mark didn't have the slightest idea how that could happen, and it showed. Melinda decided to have pity on him and explain what she had in mind.

"I think that Cat, once she felt a cock inside her pussy, would absolutely love fucking. However, she is far too tight right now for you. Brian, however, would probably fit if you lubricated them both enough. He's small enough that he would only stretch her a little bit. Once she was used to him, then Jeff would probably fit. After lots of practice with him, then, and only then, would she be ready for something of your size. Do you get the idea?"

A grin slowly spread across the boy's, face as his mother's words percolated through. "You mean you don't mind if I really fuck Kathy right in the . . . right in the pussy?" Mark couldn't quite get the word "vagina" to come to his lips.

"That's entirely between you and her. If she doesn't want to, there's no way I'd ever let you try and force her. However, if she's willing (and I'm sure you'll figure out SOME way of getting that to happen) then I guess you really will be fucking your little sister . . . right in the pussy, like you say. Only like I told you, Cat has to want it too. No tricks, no force, and most emphatically, no stupid dares. Right?"

"Yes, Mom," he said. The grin on his face was positively enormous.

"Good. Now scram!"

Mark scrammed; throwing his shorts in the direction of the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom just before disappearing into the bedroom he shared with his brothers. Sounds of slurping and panting could be heard for the few seconds it took for him to go in and close the door again.

Melinda smiled a slow, self-satisfied smile to herself. Her kids were having fun, Kathy was once again playing with her brothers, and everybody was having fun. She knew her daughter would enjoy herself, and wouldn't let her brothers do anything to her that she didn't want to happen.

Brian was the only one that lacked self-control, and Cat could handle him. If her talk with Mark was as successful as she thought it would be, the four of them would be fucking up a storm within a month. Cat, of course, would probably outlast all three boys put together. She was driven that way, always wanting to be faster and better at everything. "A lot like her mother, when she was the same age," she thought to herself.

After getting comfortable in her chair, she picked up her crossword and started looking at it again. Her mind, however, was imagining the things that were at that moment happening in the other room. With three naked and horny boys all vying for the attentions of one naked seven year old little girl, she figured her daughter would probably have her cunny licked raw before the night was out.

All in all, Melinda was quite satisfied with how things had turned out. Maybe NOW she could get back to her crossword-puzzle, and be undisturbed for a couple of hours, since the kids would be busy trying out things in the other room. It was a little hard thinking of four-letter words for "stiff" without thinking of all the hard-ons in the other room though. No, hardon was 6 letters. Melinda giggled, and tried NOT to think of teenaged boys' rampant peters pumping thick white incestuous cum into a pre-teenaged little girl's tight little baby-hole; making the child's tummy swell with their baby inside her belly, just like their mother's had. It was something like trying not to think of a pink elephant.

Eventually however, she did manage to get somewhat engrossed in figuring out the remaining missing pieces of her puzzle.

So, it was with some annoyance, when barely a little over an hour had passed, Melinda heard her daughter yelling again. Up to then, she had studiously ignored the pants, moans, grunts, groans, "ooh"s and "Aah"s coming from the room down the hall. Even a fairly loud "Ow!" from Kathy was ignored, as nobody started crying or fighting. That sort of thing was normal, when three healthy boys played; and Cat was quite used to the boys' roughhousing. Melinda figured that if she wasn't, then she would have to learn anyway, if the 7-year-old was going to keep on playing with older boys.

Only this wasn't just an "ow" she could ignore. This was a child's whining complaint. "Mo-om! Mark won't play with me!" Oh shit. Here Melinda had THOUGHT she had that problem solved.

"What is it NOW?" she asked; turning her head just as the little girl came running out of the room; almost bawling with frustration. "Didn't I TELL you boys to play with your little sister?" she asked. "What's the matter Cat?"

"He . . . he won't play with me," she sobbed. "He calls me too little!"

"Huh?"

"Mark told us about a grownup game, called 'Mommy and Daddy' where Daddy fucks Mommy," she sniffled. "Only Mark won't play!"

"Oh Jeeze," said the older boy; looking at his mother for support. "I can't fuck you Cat. You're just too little."

"Mom told you to fuck me, didn't she?" The little girl looked to the two younger boys for support.

Both brother thought back, and remembered their mother had said just that. "Uhuh," said Jeff, while his little brother nodded.

"But I CAN'T," objected Mark again; still looking to his mother for support in his objection, like the little girl had looked to his younger brothers for hers. "Maybe if you try for a week or so with Jeffy, you'll get big enough," he said desperately. "I don't want to hurt you. You're just too little for me." For all his objecting, it was obvious that the older boy WANTED to feel his prick sliding up inside his little sister almost as desperately as she was arguing for him to do it; as the erection the 14-year-old was sporting would have done credit to his well-hung father. This didn't seem to bother the little first-grader though.

"Am NOT!" she proclaimed proudly; standing almost on tiptoe to emphasize her height. "Mom told you to fuck me too, so there!"

Melinda hated to back down on anything . . . but the thought of that 6-inch prick on her eldest son going into her little girl's tight little slit and tearing her open, while as erotic as anything she had ever even THOUGHT about, was actually scary. She remembered her earlier warning to the older boy, and knew she had to back him up . . . even if she would be having wet-dreams for weeks, from the frustration of not letting the little girl have her way. Better to say "No" to the child, and have her mad, than have the little girl ruptured or even just hurt. Besides, looking at the mismatch between her child's vagina and the rampant dong of the girl's older brother, It might hurt Mark almost as much as her if he even tried.

"Maybe your brother IS a little to big for you," she tried; attempting to shift the onus from Kathy being "too small" to her older brother being "too big."

"It's not FAIR," cried Kathy. "Mark made up the game, and now HE won't even PLAY." She sniffled; and then continued, "You always TOLD me, that if one of the boys told me I was 'too little' to play with him, then he had to prove it."

"But Cat," objected her mother, "Mark's right. If he even tries to fuck you, you could get hurt pretty bad."

"So what?" objected the little girl; now looking angry, once she had made her point. "I could get hurt playing baseball too. But nobody tries to keep me from doing THAT!" The 7-year-old stood staring at her big brothers, little fists firmly planted on equally tiny hips, as if daring the boys to even TRY to keep her from playing baseball.

"But this is different," objected Melinda weakly. The older woman knew she was losing the argument; but didn't know how to regain the upper hand. (A sneaky voice inside her head asked her if she even WANTED to win . . . or did she really want to see her oldest son's prick splitting the little girl wide open?)

"Is it?" asked her daughter. Kathy might not be as big or strong as her older brothers and mother, but she could match any except Brian, and beat all the rest when it came to games of logic. "You always told me I could try," she reminded again.

"Um." Melinda couldn't think of anything to say, to rebut that argument. "You remember what happens when you fail," she reminded the little girl.

Mark wasn't sure if he wanted his little sister to win or lose this argument. If she won, and DID manage to take his oversized prick up in that tight little hole . . . Mark almost came prematurely, at the very thought of filling the child's womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous cum, and being allowed to this on a regular basis. (Allowed? It was almost as if his mother was REQUIRING that all three of her sons do their best to get the little girl pregnant. Even though it would probably be several years before that was even possible.) On the other hand, as his mother had just reminded Kathy, if she failed, then it would be another whole year before she would allow the little girl to even try. A whole year was almost forever to a 7-year-old, and looked almost as long to Mark. It would be murder to the older boy to see his two younger brothers fucking their little sister on a regular basis, while he wasn't even allowed to try. Cat's mother knew that.

"If you don't succeed," she warned her daughter, "I'm not going to allow you to fuck Jeff or Brian either . . . it just wouldn't be fair to Mark, understand?"

From looking enthusiastic, the two younger boys suddenly wished they hadn't been so eager to support their little sister. Now that both boys knew what it felt like to actually have their little peters IN a girl, they weren't sure they could ever go back to doing without. Still, they knew better than to even try, if their mother told them not to. If she had to get their father involved . . . both boys shuddered at the very idea.

While not abusive, their father WAS strict. He expected all four kids, including Kathy, to obey their mother . . . especially now. When they didn't, Jack made sure that the punishment they received seem at least twice as bad as whatever the kids had thought they were getting out of. Sometimes his punishments got quite imaginative, when he had to punish one of the kids he loved, without hurting, but enough to ensure future obedience. He just didn't have TIME to be squelching squabbles between his children and their mother. He expected Melinda to be able to control the children, and usually she did . . . even when she couldn't get around to good, like right now. That big soft chair was SO comfortable. Which was the very reason her husband had bought it for her about two months ago.

Kathy looked a little scared at the threat; and almost backed out. After all, she HAD fucked both Brian and Jeff. Except for when the younger boy had "broke her cherry" as Mark had called it, it had been even more fun than getting licked down there. And Mark had mentioned other games too, besides "Mommy and Daddy." Ones like "Making a baby in Little Sister" and "Knock me up" and others. If she couldn't play with him too, then half the fun would be gone. The boy's reminder that she would probably be "big enough" to take him in a "week or two" seemed almost as far away to the 7-year-old as the year her mother was threatening her with if she failed. Besides, Mark hadn't PROMISED to even try, once that "week or two" was up. A week or two could be almost forever . . . as long as a month even! To Cat, the difference between a month or two and a year was like the difference to most people between a million years from now, and a billion. It was too far away to imagine properly. Besides, her brothers were once more telling her she was "too small" for something; and if there was anything guaranteed to get the little girl's dander up, that was it. She had heard that story about where "she might get hurt" too many times in the past. Oh, once in a while the preschooler had bitten off a little more than she could chew, but not often. Even looking at her big brother's swollen prick, she thought she could do it. After all, she had looked to small for Jeffy's prick to fit inside her; but while she had felt stuffed, it hadn't really hurt. "I wanna try it," she insisted.

Melinda gave up. It seemed the little slut WAS going to try and fit her big brother's prick inside her, whether she got hurt or not. In a way, the older woman was proud of the little girl for trying . . . even if she was almost certain the child would fail. Still, she couldn't very well keep Kathy from trying . . . not after all the trouble she had getting both her and the older boys to accept this method of deciding whether or not they had to include their little sister in their play. Refusing her now, without any other reason than "it might hurt" would be far worse than letting Mark fuck her. Besides, Melinda trusted her son. She knew the older boy wouldn't just slam his swollen prick in the child's belly and squirt her cute little tummy full of incestuous sperm. Mark loved his little sister too much to impale her like that.

It probably would be sheer torture for the older boy to withdraw from inside his little sister if she started hurting; but Melinda trusted her son to do it. Only if he did, the older woman knew she would have a LOT to make up to the boy. "Well," she sighed; giving up. "If you insist, then I guess I can't stop you. Only remember, we all warned you."

Kathy looked as if she couldn't decide to jump for joy at getting the chance, or run for her room in fright at the sight of her big brother approaching her, with a prick that looked even bigger with every step. The precum dribbling in suggestive drools from the older boy's prick just made it seem all that much more obscene, while the sticky drip of the two younger boys' seed oozing from her barely post-virginal vagina was almost washed away in a combination of horny turn-on, and fright.

"Remember Mark," reminded their mother, "you don't have to get it ALL the way inside her . . . just far enough to fuck her, and so you feel enough stimulation to cum inside her." The way things looked, that was likely to be the second the older boy got the tip of his prick inside his little sister.

"Yes Mom." Mark was far too engrossed at seeing his engorged penis spreading his own little sister's cunny-lips, to do more than barely agree.

Melinda wondered if she had been so smart in giving in to Cat. Still, she didn't really see any alternative, if she was to live by her own rules. The older woman was not afraid so much of the pain her daughter would feel from having sex with her big brother . . . she knew that Mark, while probably being horny out of his mind at just the feel of the little girl's slit spreading around the tip of his penis, would not rape his sister if it hurt too much. Since she had obviously already lost her virginity with the younger boys, there wasn't that worry either. No, what worried Melinda was that if Kathy was NOT able to take her big brother's prick up inside her, like she seemed to think she could, then the consequences would hurt both her and her three brothers far worse than being violated and torn by a big cock would. Now that the kids knew what REAL sex was, between man and woman (OK, between boy and girl), returning to just fingers hands and mouths would be almost unbearable for the four children. Melinda knew better than to relax her rule of "one year" too; though how she was going to enforce it THIS time, when she WANTED the kids to be happy, she wasn't sure. For once, Melinda hoped she wasn't right, and that her little girl knew more than she did.

Mark wasn't really THINKING anything. The sight of his drooling prick spreading the plump lips of his little sister's tiny slit was so erotic it was all his brain could do to retain control enough to not slam his cock to the root in the child's belly, ripping her open, and skewering her like a pig on a spit. Only the scary thought of even accidentally hurting the little girl he loved was tending to make his prick soft, as fast as the thought of ejaculating his sperm up inside his own sister's belly was making him hard. As said before, Mark was almost ready to cum, without even getting inside the little girl . . . almost.

Still, the slight softening of his penis, combined with his pre-cum drooling off the end of his prick and the fact that Kathy was still dribbling cum from where his younger brothers had ejaculated in the little girl earlier, had an unexpected effect.

Melinda had forgotten to take into account the flexibility and pliability of the human body. While "steel-hard" pricks filled all the erotic literature, boys' (and men's) pricks are made of flesh and blood, not steel, plastic (like a certain vibrator . . .), or even bone. And a child's vagina is not a fixed-size plastic-ring, that will split at the entrance of anything even a millimeter bigger than it's fixed size. While it's true that Mark probably WOULD have hurt the little girl, if he had given into the urge to just slam himself into her; burying himself to the root in the child's belly, while he spasmed her womb full of incestuous seed, his slow but steady and determined push into his little sister's tiny hole had a different effect.

The whole family watched in amazement as Cat's improbably tiny hole seemed to stretch and stretch, and then unbelievably stretch some more, before the head of her big brother's swollen penis suddenly vanished into the little girl's body with a surge that made you expect an audible, "snap."

While the little girl's vagina HAD stretched enormously, it really hadn't gotten much bigger than when she had taken Jeff's penis inside her, about a half-hour earlier. Oh it WAS slightly bigger, but the child's vagina would only stretch so far, without tearing (as her mother had worried). Only when the limit of elasticity was reached, Kathy's vagina resisted any further expansion. So when her brother continued pushing, something had to give. The "thing" was Mark's prick. With the insistent pressure, and the lubrication provided by his brothers' previous ejaculation into the child (not to mention the incredible slipperiness provided by his own pre-cum) the 15-year-old could have forced his prick into the neck of a Coke-bottle, let alone the slightly yielding and soft entrance to his little sister's vagina.

"Ow," said Cat . . . more in surprise, than the slight sting of being overstretched. The whole family looked in amazement at where the head of the older boy's penis had vanished into his little sister's body. Even Brian knew that the glans on his big brother's prick was larger than the rest; and once the older boy had that much inside the little girl, there was no reason the rest wouldn't fit as well.

Only there TWO things stopping Mark from going further. Unexpectedly, the first was his little sister's virginity! While both of his younger brothers had fucked the little girl, both had been too excited to do more than bounce off the membrane protecting the child's "innocence" from her big brothers' pricks, before they came in thick white spurts inside their sister's squeezing little tunnel. Besides, they were smaller than the older boy (as noted before) so their little peckers didn't need the room inside Cat that Mark's almost man-sized prick did.

The second thing, was Mark's excitement. Feeling his own 7-year-old little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing on his prick, while he looked down and actually SAW that engorged member vanish into the child's belly was so erotic that he almost duplicated his little brothers' earlier actions, and filled his little sister's belly with incestuous seed, without finishing the job he started.

"Oh God," he groaned, "I'm gonna . . ."

"Don't you DARE," warned Melinda; giving her oldest son a swat across the rear with the magazine she had been working on. "You've got to get it ALL the way up inside her, if you're going to get your little sister pregnant."

"Ow!" said Mark; pulling away from his mother's unexpected blow; while barely hearing or understanding the woman's obscene suggestion. This remark was echoed about a half a second later by his little sister's "Ow," as her big brother's prick tore through her hymen; and four more solid inches of thick brotherly prick vanished into the little girl's belly.

"Now you fuck your little sister PROPERLY," scolded his mother, "so Cat can feel what it's like. It isn't every day a girl gets fucked for the first time, so you do it right, you hear?"

"Yes Mom." The swat, the slight pain, and the yelp from his sister had softened the incredible urgency to splatter the child's womb with baby-making seed. Mark pulled out about a half-inch, bringing a wince from the little girl, then slid in almost two more. By now the older boy's penis had almost completely vanished into his little sister's body, while the tip was poking into the knob of her uterus and his balls were slapping against the child's rounded little rump. Mark was really and truly fucking his own little sister right in the pussy, just like he had dreamed of doing earlier.

Everyone crowded closer to get a good look, as the 15-year-old started sliding in and out. All four observers could see the child's flat little tummy bulge each time her big brother slid in, then flatten a little as he pulled out. Kathy, on the other hand, didn't need to SEE her big brother's prick making her belly bulge . . . she could FEEL it. Every time the older boy pushed into her, Cat felt parts of her tummy being rearranged inside. Then, when her brother pulled out, she felt empty and missing something. The feeling of being alternately stuffed, then empty was extremely exciting; while the sensation of thick prick rubbing against her sensitive cunny-lips and her big brother's fur rubbing against her "tingle spot" had Cat almost shaking with need to feel more and more of the delicious sensations.

"See Mom," she said; looking down between her legs, at her sweating, panting big brother who was stroking in and out of her body, "I TOLD you I could do it."

"Yes Dear, you did," agreed Melinda; barely able to answer, as the incredibly erotic sight of her two children mating in front of her almost made her double over in unexpected orgasm herself, while her own tummy cramped in sympathy to what she knew was happening inside her daughter's body.

"Oh God, I'm gonna . . .," croaked Mark, as he suddenly fought to extract his penis from within his little sister's body. "I've gotta . . ."

Only Kathy had almost mindlessly wrapped her legs around her big brother's waist; and was hornilly trying to pull the older boy into her body with almost as much effort as he had been trying to pump into her earlier.

"Don't you DARE pull out," said Melinda; interrupting his concentration to keep from filling his little sister's body with seed. "Cat deserves to feel the whole thing, so she knows what it's like."

"Uh, Ugh, Unh," grunted Kathy; forcing herself onto the swollen prick that filled her tummy so nicely. Each time she took him to the limit, the base of her brother's prick and his fur rubbed deliciously against her "tingle-spot". Kathy was SO close . . .

"Oh God, what if I . . . ?" Mark couldn't stop the first thick white squirt from rippling though his penis, and into his little sister's welcoming body.

"DO it," said his mother, firmly; watching her son's penis jerk in the little girl's belly. Obviously she would NOT be angry or even annoyed if the older boy came in his little sister.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," groaned Mark; as he suddenly felt surge after thick gooey surge ripple through the tube on the bottom of his penis, before spitting violently into his little sister's body. Each thick glob was met by an answering ripple of the little girl's tight sleeve, as Cat's body responded to the pleasures of being bred by milking her big brother's penis for every drop of precious seed the older boy had in him.

For what seemed like hours to the frantically mating siblings, Mark squirted thick white gobs of incestuous sperm into his little sister, while Kathy squeezed and fought against her big brother, trying to extract every precious drop. To the watching boys and their mother, it almost looked as if they could see the little girl's tummy swell, each time her big brother sent another thick squirt of cum into the child's body.

It may have seemed like hours to Mark and Cat, but the erotic dance was over all too soon to the watching threesome; as after almost a minute of spasming his little sister full of incestuous cum, Mark collapsed on top of the little girl while his prick slowly wilted inside her; oozing a few last drops of sticky cum in her still tightly squeezing hole. The incestuous pair's crotches were a sticky slimy mess; but that didn't seem to bother either of them (or their watching mother, either).

"Oh God, that was good," croaked Mark, as he finally pulled himself erect, and started to pull his softening prick out of his little sister's body.

"Oooooh," cooed the little girl in agreement, then "Ow," at the slight pain of her brother' glans popping out of her. Even soft, and even after that incredible fuck, Cat's hole was STILL too small for the head of her big brother's prick to fit through easily. In fact, it would probably be several years before the older boy could jam his hard prick up inside the little girl with impunity. Still, now that they both knew what the "real thing" was like, neither one would want to go for long without having full unprotected vaginal intercourse, with the older boy's prick buried to the hilt in his little sister's body, squirting her womb full of thick white cum. They were both hooked, just like their mother had been at almost the same age as her daughter.

Melinda looked with satisfaction at her eldest son's wilting prick, and the slimy mess between her little girl's legs. She knew that from now on, she wouldn't have to pressure any of the boys to play sexy games with their little sister. Still . . .

"From now on," she admonished the boys, "I'll expect each of you boys to fuck your little sister at least twice a day. And I don't want any sucking, or fucking her in the ass by any of you, until you've cum in her cunny at least once, OK?"

"But Mom!" Kathy remembered what her older brother had told her about the fun she would be able to have with all three at once.

Melinda caved in, at this. She remembered similar mornings with her father, brothers, and yes even an uncle or two. "Well, OK," she conceded. "But I STILL expect all three of you to cum in your little sister at least once a day, OK?"

Melinda wasn't too worried about this, as she remembered just how horny HER two brothers had been . . . even at only 11 and 12 years old.

"Yes Mom," echoed the two younger boys; not even questioning the incredibly obscene directions their mother had given them.

Mark was enough older to know better, however. "But Mom," he objected, "what if I . . . we . . . I mean, what if she . . ."

". . . gets pregnant?" Melinda finished.

Mark nodded mutely.

"Oh don't be silly," sniggered the older woman. "Cat's only seven years old. It'll probably be at least three or four years before she even starts having periods . . . and probably two or three more before one of you kids knock her up. We'll worry about that, when her pants get too tight, OK?"

Mark just looked at his mother with his jaw gaping. It seemed that Melinda actually EXPECTED her sons to plant a baby in the little girl's belly . . . if not now, then in a few years, anyway.

To confirm this, Melinda continued, "So I expect all three of you boys to keep practicing making a baby in your little sister, until you get it right."

As if to emphasize the obscene idea, their mother finished up by saying, "So Mark, since you're the oldest, and Kathy has shown she's big enough to take you, I expect YOU to impregnate your little sister at least THREE times a day . . ."

"Cat, I want YOU to be sure and tell me if your big brother doesn't cum in you at least that often, OK?"

"Cum in me, Mom?"

"Squirt his sperm in your tummy, like he just did . . . you liked that, didn't you?"

"Uhuh. It felt good."

If the teenager had been surprised earlier, he was astounded after hearing THIS exchange. "You . . . you WANT me to get Cat . . . Cat pregnant?" he finally stammered. While the idea was shocking and obscene like nothing he had ever heard before, his prick betrayed him by going from a wilted noodle after spending himself in his little sister like he had never cum before in his life, to a rampant dong that looked fully capable of repeating the process.

"Oh don't be silly," repeated his mother. "As I said before, Cat's too young yet. I just want you to TRY. This way your little sister can feel what it's like to have a man pumping a baby in her belly until she gets old enough to do it 'for real' with you boys, when she starts having periods."

This time Mark didn't say a word, while Kathy just grinned up at him. The little girl seemed pleased by the idea of this new "game" of making a baby in her tummy, that her mother seemed to want her to play with her older brother. For a moment Melinda thought about making all three boys promise their little sister they would get her pregnant as often as possible; then decided against the deliciously obscene idea, as she figured it wasn't really necessary, since all four kids would almost certainly be doing their best in that regard, without any prompting from her. And if she did have them make such a promise, then Cat might get curious enough to ask HER exactly what it was they were promising. "No," she decided, "Better leave things alone." Things were definitely going along nicely, just as they were.

"Now run along and play," she said; yelling to the four children's rapidly receding backs, "And THIS time I don't want to hear any complaints from Cat that you're leaving her out of the fun, when you have sex!"

"Yes Mom." It was hard to tell if the hurried response was from one child or all four of them, before the of the door announced that all four children had entered the little girl's room this time.

Thinking about that interesting fact, Melinda decided that later she was going to have to do something about the sleeping arrangements. There was obviously no more reason for the little girl to have a room all her own, while the three older boys were crammed into a room barely larger than the girl's. "Maybe," she thought, "I could have Jack remove the partition - it's not load-bearing - and have the kids all sleep in one bed . . . if I can get one big enough. In the meantime, there's no reason Mark can't sleep with her, or possibly one of the other boys, or maybe they could rotate or . . . maybe Jack will have some idea."

She snickered to herself, while wondering if the older man would try to figure out some way that HE would end up sleeping with the little girl, instead of one of the child's big brothers. Well, if anybody could figure out a way to make sleeping arrangements sexy, it was probably Jack.

Snickering, after deciding to leave any such arrangements to her husband, Melinda settled back in the big chair; ignoring the pants and groans of a little girl getting royally fucked coming from the bedroom down the hall. She figured that even with the boys fucking the little slut three at a time, or in sequence, her daughter would probably screw all three boys under the table; just like SHE had with her father and brothers, at the same age. Melinda figured that if this kept up, she might have to get her husband involved after all, just to preserve peace in the family. The thought of her husband's swollen prick stretching the child's tight little slit wasn't as scary as it should have been, because while the older man had a good eight inches of prick, compared to Mark's barely six, she knew it wasn't much bigger around. If it had fit, then so would Jack's.

Melinda wondered if her big brother would mind planting a baby in their daughter's belly, the way their father had planted Brian in HER tummy, when his sons were off at college. "It was kind of a shame," she mused, "that Dad only managed to knock me up once before I got old enough to marry Jack when he came back from Stanford." Even if her husband DID object to the idea of getting his own little girl pregnant with his kid, Melinda figured that Cat probably wouldn't have to worry about not having as many kids as she wanted before she got out of grade-school.

With all three men (possibly even four) pumping their baby-juice in the little girl's sweet little tummy, Melinda figured it would be just a matter of IF, not WHEN the child became pregnant. It might take two or three years, or even five or six, but it was only a matter of time before she did. Melinda knew that the thought of a pregnant pre-teen was getting her so aroused she would probably be raping her husband the moment the man came in the door. "At least THIS time, we won't have to worry about the kids seeing us," she mused, before entering a six-letter-word for "Family Lust", starting with the letter "I" in her crossword-puzzle.

From the slow rhythmic creaking of bedsprings coming from the other room, Melinda figured she wouldn't have to worry about the older boys not including their little sister in their "adult" games, after this. And with any luck at all, it wouldn't take more than a few years before the kid got "good enough" in the lessons of "How to make a baby in Sis" that the older boys were giving her, that Kathy would be able to completely take over the job of having children from her mother. Well, time enough to think about that, when the little girl's panties started getting tight. In the meantime, maybe now Melinda could complete her crossword puzzle without any more interruptions.

It was quite a bother to keep having to get in and out of the comfortable chair, with her belly getting so big, and Jennifer squirming inside her like that; almost as if the little girl growing inside was as excited at the prospect of her big sister having a big tummy, as their mother was. Melinda lovingly patted her squirming tummy; enjoying the erotic pleasure of being so nicely filled with her big brother's baby, while she tried to figure out a 7-letter-word for women who relied on "rhythm" for birth-control. __OT__R_ Oh! "Mothers." The crossword-puzzle writer was doing an editorial, it seems.

"Mom?" This time the little girl's question was more wistful than a complaint.

Melinda had been peripherally aware of the activity dying down, and her daughter making a couple of trips to the bathroom. Still, even after taking a pee and wiping up twice, the naked child had a slippery drool running down each leg; the one on her left reaching almost to her ankles, while the beginnings of an even thicker gob of jelly slowly oozed down her right thigh.

This didn't seem to be what was bothering the little 7-year-old though. In fact she hardly seemed to notice the incredibly erotic yet obscene sight she made with her slightly rounded tummy, skinny little legs, and bare cunny sticking out, with slippery drools of her own brothers' sperm dribbling down the inside of her legs.

"What is it Cat?" Melinda seemed to have an idea, even before she asked. "Did your brothers give out on you?"

"Uhuh." The child's voice showed more disappointment, than anything else. "Jeffy and Mark said they were too tired to do any more, and Brian went to sleep on me!"

While Kathy SOUNDED annoyed, Melinda knew her daughter wasn't really dissatisfied. In fact, in spite of the fact she knew the little girl would gladly have continued sucking, fucking, and probably even having anal sex for quite a while yet, the little girl was probably more showing off the fact that SHE was still ready to continue doing the thing her brothers had tried to keep her out of, when they had all quit on her. While not boastful by nature, Cat obviously wanted to show (her mom at least) that she could outlast any of the boys . . . when it came to sex, at least.

Only Melinda wasn't surprised at all. She knew that any girl could outlast any five men, let alone three inexperienced, virgin boys. After all, all a girl had to do was just lie there and take it, while a man had to work like heck to ejaculate, and it took a lot out of him. Still . . .

Melinda took another look at the little girl, and changed her mind. From the matted hair and sweaty sheen of the child's skin, combined with the swollen red cunny-lips that had obviously been worn red, along with red marks on both legs from working against her brothers, the woman figured the little girl had NOT just been "lying there and taking it," but had been working just as hard to try and excite her brothers, as they had been working to get off in her. "Still horny?" she asked . . . both in sympathy, and testing slightly.

"Horny?"

"Itchy between the legs . . . wanting more sex," explained Melinda.

"A little," sighed the 7-year-old. "Tired too."

"Well, in a few hours I'm sure the boys will be ready to go again," reassured her mother. Kathy brightened at this.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," assured Melinda. "I'm sure YOU will be recovered a little too, by then."

This time the child's beaming face filled the room with happiness. "Thanks Mom," she said. "I thought it was all over."

Melinda had to smile herself, at the child's naivete. "Oh I'm SURE the boys will want to try again later," she said. "If you want though, I'll ask your father to help out, when he gets home. Would you like that, Cat?" Melinda held her breath at this obscene suggestion. She almost couldn't believe she was suggesting that her little 7-year-old daughter should fuck her own father. Still, with the child already having incestuous relations with all three brothers, the next step didn't seem all that large.

"Really, Momma?" asked the little girl, "I can fuck Daddy? You don't mind?"

The little girl's mother had to chuckle. Trust Cat to put her finger on what would bother MOST women. It wasn't incest or even pedophilia. It was the thought of THEIR man fucking some OTHER woman. It wasn't the fact that the "other" woman was their own child, (even a pre-teen or even pre-school child,) that mattered so much to them (no matter WHAT they yelled and screamed about), it was the idea that THEIR husband was being "unfaithful" to them. Blech! Some women have such low self-esteem.

Melinda knew that even if Jack DID fuck their little girl, even if he got her pregnant, she would NOT lose him. In fact, the horny lug would probably love her all the more for letting him. Sharing her husband with her daughter didn't bother Melinda as much as you might expect . . . possibly because she figured that might convince Cat that she should share HER brothers with her mother. "No Dear, I don't mind," she said. ". . . as long as you don't mind sharing your brothers with me."

Kathy grinned up at her mother. Both women recognized horny sluts in the other. "As long as YOU don't mind sharing Uncle Frank and Grandpa Mike with me," she replied. This time the little girl's grin was almost splitting her face.

This DID surprise Melinda. She had THOUGHT her ongoing relationship with her father and big brother was a secret from the kids. Obviously "little pitchers have big ears" and eyes too, it seemed. "It's a deal," she grinned back at her nymphette offspring. "Only don't blame me, if your father or grandfather is too big to fit inside you."

"They'll fit," replied the little girl, smugly.

Somehow Miranda figured the little girl was right. If they didn't, she knew Kathy would MAKE them fit . . . just like she had her big brother.

"Mom?" asked Kathy again. Once again the wistful sound was back in her voice.

"Yes Cat?"

"What does Mark mean when he says he's making a baby in my tummy?" The little girl stared pointedly at her own mother's swollen belly, as if she knew the answer.

Melinda took the child's hand in answer, and directed it up under her dress, carefully PAST her incredibly overheated pussy, and rested it open-palm on her bulging belly. At 6-months-gone, she wasn't huge yet, but the bulge was definitely there. "Feel this Cat?" she asked.

Kathy nodded wide-eyed; her hand resting on the smooth bulge.

"That's your little sister Jennifer in there," explained Miranda. "If you wait . . . ooof! . . . you can sometimes feel her kicking and squirming inside me, like that."

By now, the little girl was wide-eyed and gaping, as she felt the smooth skin of her mother's belly bulge, then ripple underneath her hand. "You mean I . . . I mean, Mark will . . ." Kathy seemed to be both fascinated and frightened at the idea at the same time.

"No Dear . . . you're too young yet," soothed Melinda; allowing the little girl to press deeper, and feel her little sister's squirming inside their mother. "You'll have to wait until you have periods, before you can get pregnant like this," she explained. "Even then, you don't have to, if you don't want to." Melinda didn't figure a complete course in conception and contraception was needed; after all, Cat was only 7. Still, SOME explanation about how babies were made, and where they came from, seemed to be in order. Especially with her big brother's "practicing making a baby" in their little sister, two or three times a day . . . or perhaps even more often.

"Periods?"

"Bleeding between your legs . . . well, it looks like blood anyway, and comes out of your hole about once a month or so . . . just like Mark's sperm is dripping out of you right now," she said; pointedly looking at the thick drool running down her daughter's leg. Both women looked at the obscene sight, but neither seemed to be inclined to wipe it up. Melinda smiled at the child's wondering eyes that looked down at the dribble running down her thigh, and then back at her mother. "Oh THAT," she finally said; almost dismissing it as if it wasn't important. "You mean I can't have a baby unless I'm bleeding down there?" Kathy seemed both relieved and disappointed at the same time.

"Um . . . You can't get PREGNANT until you're having periods," her mother explained. "That's when a man plants his baby in your tummy. The baby takes nine months to grow inside you, before you really have a baby to love. OK?"

The little girl's eyes seemed to get even bigger. "You mean THAT is why your tummy is getting big?" she asked.

"Uhuh. When Jennifer is about three months older, she's going to be big enough to come out of Mother, and then you'll have a little sister."

"Oh wow." The child thought a minute about this. "You mean you'll get even fatter?" she asked.

"A LOT fatter," giggled Melinda. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

"Oh. Will I get that fat, if Daddy makes a baby in me too?" she asked.

Melinda had to laugh; her belly jiggling obscenely as she did. "That WOULD be a big tummy for a little girl like you," she snickered. "Still, as I said, you don't have to worry about that yet. OK?"

"Ok Mom. If you're sure."

Melinda grinned at the thought of the little girl with a tummy almost as big as she was; then almost doubled over as the unexpected sexiness of the idea almost gave her an orgasm without her even being touched. "Oooh," she shuddered. Still, the idea WAS sexy! "Uh, Cat?" she asked.

"Yes Momma?"

"If you . . . I mean WHEN you fuck your father tonight, could you pretend you're already having periods . . . it would just blow your father away."

"Huh? Pretend?"

"Oh forget it Honey. He wouldn't really believe it anyway . . . OK?"

"Yes Mom."

For the next hour the two women watched TV, as Melinda had finally finished the crossword puzzle, and hated to get up from the comfortable chair, except to make supper. It seemed like she made a lot of TV dinners these days. Sometimes she even had the kids make them. Three more months to go. Melinda couldn't quite make up her mind if she was looking forward to those three months of growing so beautifully big with her big brother's baby growing inside her, or dreading getting so heavy she could barely move. She remembered all too well how big she had gotten with Cat. "Do girls make you get bigger?" she wondered. Even Mark, when she was only 11, hadn't seemed THAT big. Still, it was hard to tell at this stage of pregnancy; as all four kids had been about this big in her tummy then.

As she figured, Melinda was almost ready to rape her husband without even letting him have dinner first. Only his obvious hunger, then her little girl's pleading, look made her decide that maybe HER sexual hungers weren't the most important ones. Melinda loved her family.

"Uh, Cat?" she said, as soon as everybody was seated and eating.

"Yes Mom?"

"Could you show your father what you've learned today?"

Mark's half-eaten Salisbury-steak almost came flying out of his mouth as he choked in surprise; while the two younger boys stared at their mother in astonishment. Somehow all three boys had expected their mother to keep what they were doing with their little sister a secret from their father. After all, mothers just DON'T encourage their teenaged sons to have sex with their little sisters. Especially not full unprotected vaginal intercourse with them; and even MORE especially when the little girls are barely out of the first grade!

Still, they should have known that their mother never kept secrets from their father. Also, she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with a teenager fucking a little 7-year-old, and squirting thick white incestuous cum in the child's developing young womb. Or if she did, she certainly didn't act like it.

Mark couldn't resist opening his mouth and putting his foot in it. "You mean you want us to . . . to . . ."

". . . to show your father what you've been doing with Cat. Yes Dear. I expect all three of you boys to show Jack just EXACTLY what you've been doing. Understand?"

"Everything?"

"Everything. After dinner, and after your Dad has watched the news, I want you four kids to come in the living-room and show him just how much you've learned. OK?"

"Uh, you mean you want us to . . ." Jeff looked pointedly down at the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing. All four kids had changed into light clothing with no underwear, socks, or shoes.

"Yes Dear," Melinda smiled sweetly at her middle son. "I want you all to wear EXACTLY the same clothes you were wearing when you were "practicing" with Cat earlier. Understand?" While her smile was brilliant, somehow all four kids knew that if they came out wearing a stitch of clothing, the boom would fall . . . heavily.

"Uh, What's this all about?" asked Jack. The funny innuendoes had gotten his attention.

"Nothing much," shrugged Melinda; daring with her eyes the kids to say anything different. "It's just that the boys have been practicing something with Cat, and they're all going to show you how good they are, after dinner . . . OK?"

Jack just grinned. He figured he'd find out what was going on in his devious sister's mind soon enough. This wasn't the FIRST time she had set something fun up for him. Though some of the things she had surprised him with weren't things you did in front of children. Still, since the kids were obviously involved, it couldn't be anything like that. Damn. He could have used a good piece of ass; and Miranda looked like she was about as ripe and ready as he was. Bedtime looked a long and horny way away.

"Ripe and ready" described Miranda to a "T", with her slightly swollen belly, and the wet and squishy cunny that was almost dripping with arousal; both from what had happened earlier, and with what she knew was going to happen later. It was going to be even longer for HER, than it was for her horny husband/big-brother.

Somehow they all made it through dinner, cleaning up afterwards, and the nightly news that was almost a permanent component of the family's evening.

Only when the newscast was rolling to a close, with the credits just before the commercials, did Miranda take charge. "No, don't get up," she instructed Jack. Miranda KNEW just how hard it was to get up out of that comfortable chair and turn around. "Kids, come on in here and practice, so your father can watch."

"Practice?" asked Jack; his eyes bugging slightly as first Mark, then his two brothers and their little sister in decreasing age, walked into the living-room as naked as the day they were born. "Practice what?" he asked. It almost looked as if the kids were going to have SEX right in front of him. Still, he really expected the kids to just do some fancy kind of exercise naked, and his horny slut of a wife figured he would get a kick out of seeing the children doing splits and things naked, so she would get that much a bigger ride in bed that night. After all, the kids were just KIDS; and Kathy was just a little girl. For some reason Jack seemed to have forgotten just how young Melinda was, the first time he slid into bed with HER.

"Practice making babies, what else?" asked Melinda smugly, looking expectantly at her husband to see if his jaw dropped in surprise. She wasn't disappointed.

"But . . . but . . . but," Jack stuttered.

"Oh shut up and watch . . . you sound like a motorboat," giggled his sister/wife. "C'mon kids, show your father how much you've learned."

Mark looked at his father's gaping jaw for reassurance that the man wasn't mad, before turning to answer his mother. "Uh Mom?" he asked. "There's something we've been working at, and we're wondering if you'd mind us trying it now?"

Miranda bowed, and waved her hand at the carpet-covered living-room floor. "It's your show," she said graciously. Privately she wondered just WHAT the kids WERE planning on doing, almost as much as her husband was."

"Uh, I'll get down here . . . Or would you prefer Jeff, he's smaller?" asked Mark; settling to the floor about three feet in front of his parents.

"No . . . That's OK . . . I don't mind," gulped Cat, almost mesmerized by her big brother's swollen prick. Somehow with the boy lying on his back and the engorged member sticking straight up like that, it looked almost twice as big as it had felt the two times she had it inside her tight little vagina. And it had felt ENORMOUS then! Still, she HAD taken her brother's prick inside her twice, and she wasn't about to "chicken out" in front of both parents. Not Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton anyway!

The older boy lay himself out flat on the carpet, put his hands behind his head like a pillow, and waited. His left side was facing the two adults, with his crotch about three feet in front of his father, while his neck was about the same distance in front of his mother. The four kids had decided that Mark would "get the best part" this time, as Jeff had gone first three times already, and Brian once, as well as being too small to do as much as the older boys. Besides, they all remembered the way their mother had seemed to feel when she was watching Mark's prick slide into the little girl for the first time.

"That side, Cat," said Mark, when his little sister started to bend over him, her bare rump and cunny almost rubbing in her father's face. While sexy in it's own right, the little girl blocked her father's view of what she was about to do. This time Cat kneeled down on the far side of her big brother, bent over, and calmly swallowed as much of the older boy's prick as she could. In that position, this was only about four inches, but it was enough.

"Oh!" said Mark involuntarily; as the exquisite sensation of his little sister's mouth enveloping his prick almost took his breath away. This exclamation was almost immediately echoed by his father's "Ooof!" of surprise, first at the fact that the kids actually WERE having sex, and second at how good his little girl seemed to be, when he knew his daughter had been an innocent virgin the night before. (Exactly HOW he knew, is another story entirely.)

After feeling his little sister's mouth sliding up and down a few times, Mark reached an arm out to pull the little girl around until they were doing a classic "69" not three feet in front of their parents. In this position, Kathy was able to get more of her big brother's prick in her mouth, until the boy's licking of her tight little twat made her involuntarily hunch forward; taking the head of her brother's six-inch prick right into her throat, almost gagging her.

Only Cat had done this with Jeff twice already now, and just barely managed to keep from gagging and choking on the enormous head that seemed almost caught in her gullet. Once, twice, three times the little girl's mouth descended, until Jack could see the child's mouth distended around the base of her big brother's prick, almost to the balls on the downstroke, and the whole member shiny and slick on the upstroke. The man had bent over to get a better view; and had his nose barely a foot away from where his son's penis vanished into the little girl's hard-working young mouth.

At the other end, Melinda had almost as good a view (she thought better) of Mark's licking and sucking her daughter's tight little slit, with almost as much vigor as the little girl was fellating him. From her bud of a clit (causing squirms and wriggles from the little girl) through her plump little slit, almost to her rosy bud of an ass, the boy licked and tickled and tasted delicious little-girl tastes, until he figured they were both excited enough, and had better get on with things before they got carried away.

Gasping, he pulled his wet face away from the delicious little peach he had been eating; trying to get his sister's attention before he lost control. "Uh, Cat," he said; gritting his teeth against the incredibly delicious sensation of the child's warm little mouth doing yeoman duty on her brother's swollen peter, "hadn't ewe better . . ."

Kathy just HATED to stop. By now the little girl had grown to LIKE the taste of "eating" her brothers. No, not just the taste of semen, which she liked too; but the clean masculine taste of male prick leaking pre-cum in her mouth. Sperm or cum was OK, but Kathy was almost hooked on the sweet sticky taste of the liquid her brother's oozed out of their pricks before they squirted hot sticky seed in her gulping throat. Sperm or Cum was like meat and potatoes, while pre-cum was like pie and ice-cream to the little girl. Only here she got her desert first. Still, there were other things to do with a male prick that were even better, as her big brother was reminding her.

Jack just got a glimpse of his little girl's charms, all sticky and wet from her big brother's tongue, before the child had squirmed around until she was facing the older boy; almost lying on top of him rather than kneeling. He watched with amazement, as his daughter backed up slowly, until her big brother's prick was almost touching her tiny little slit. "Surely," he thought, "surely she's not going to . . ." She was.

Jack turned his astonished face to look at his wife; expecting the younger woman to stop the two children from what was obviously a mistake! There was no WAY that enormous prick would fit in the child's tight little baby-hole . . . no way!

Only Melinda (far from trying to stop the two incestuous lovers) seemed to be absolutely fascinated by the sight of her eldest son's six-inch prick splitting her daughter's cunny-lips and pushing up against the tiny hole that seemed to be almost an order-of-magnitude too small for the boy to fit it inside.

"Uh," started Jack, trying to object before it was too late, and his precious little girl got torn by the enormous spike tearing her cunny open. Only he couldn't bring himself to say it. Even knowing that Cat was in control, he just KNEW the child would hurt herself if she even tried taking that thing inside her. Why it was almost as big around as HIS prick was. Jack couldn't help himself. Instead of stopping the two children from mating, his horny prick gave a squirt of pre-cum himself, as he wet his shorts at the very thought of a prick as big around as HIS violating his little girl.

Only Cat didn't ACT "violated". With a horny squirm, she almost screwed herself onto the swollen member poking at her cunny, until there was a slight "slurp" and the glans of the prick vanished into her body. There was an "Oooh" of satisfaction from both kids, as almost two inches of fat prick slid further into the child's body. By this time it was obvious to even their amazed father that Kathy was not only not hurt by her big brother's enormous dong sliding into her body, she was actually enjoying it. "Oooh, that feels good," she said; wriggling her way down on the spike embedded in her belly, as if it confirm this. Mark just groaned in agreement.

"Your turn, Brian," said Cat in satisfaction, once a couple of slides up and down had shown her she was lubricated enough to take almost all of the 15-year-old's prick inside her.

Jeff watched with a little envy, as for once he was last. Still, his turn was "cumming" shortly.

At his little sister's order, Brian walked around in front of the little girl, his semi-hard prick dangling almost in his big brother's face.

Mark took the opportunity to suck the tip of the boy's prick for a minute, until it got too stiff, and Kathy had to take over. After about three good sucks, she decided it was enough, and said, "Now."

Jack lifted his head from where he had been engrossed in the erotic sight of his eldest son's prick stretching the tiny little slit of his 7-year-old little girl, just in time to see the two younger boys swap places. Jeff groaned in delight, as his little sister almost swallowed his swollen member; taking the middle boy almost halfway down her throat, only easily; not like the hard time she had with his big brother.

This erotic sight almost made Jack miss the younger boy's "entrance". Only the fact that his face was about a foot away from the child's rear, made Jack notice the younger boy's approach, just before he walked right up between his siblings' four legs, and kneeled down to push his swollen little peter to the hilt in the little girl's ass!

Jack felt like he had been punched in the gut, at the erotic sight. The involuntary groan from his right, told him that his wife wasn't much better off. Pulling back to see the entire coupling, he got a complete view of what was going on, just before all four children started squirming together, in one big nasty.

Only it WASN'T nasty. Erotic, sexy, loving, and horny as hell, but not one of the children seemed to thing there was anything wrong with what they were doing. It felt good, nobody had ever told them that sex like this was nasty or naughty, they all loved each other, and each one KNEW that the other three were having as much fun as they were. For once, Jack felt sad at the way his parents had raised him and his siblings. When THEY had sex, their parents had let them know just how other people felt about family members having sex together. The whole thing BEING "nasty" had been as much a 'turn-on" to their parents, as the sex itself was. Now he finally realized that sex with your sister wasn't the obscene thing that had been vaguely bothering him, ever since his parents had found out he was having sex with the little girl when her panties got tight, and had joined in with gusto; including his little brother almost by accident.

Sex it seems, was NOT "nasty". What was nasty, was people's bigoted, prejudiced, biased, slimy attitude towards a normal thing. Having sex with somebody you love, far from being nasty, was the ultimate expression OF that love. If that someone happened to be a family-member, then so much the better. After all, who ELSE knows you better than your own family? If somebody who knows you that well, love you enough to want to have sex with you, then any lesser love pales in comparison.

When that person loves you enough to have your children . . . like his sister had carried three of his . . . well, four now . . . Jack felt like he had a religious experience; almost ignoring the frantic squirming, grunts, groans, "oooh"s and "ow"s of the madly coupling foursome on the floor. He was too busy kissing his wife, feeling her wonderfully swollen tummy, and wishing he could thank her the way she deserved, for showing him this wonderful thing through their children. Up to now, Jack had always felt slightly guilty about marrying his own sister . . . no matter HOW much they loved each other. From now on, he figured he wouldn't feel guilty about his incestuous relationship, he would glory in it.

That resolve would soon be tested.

"Uh, Ugh, UUuuuhhh!"

"MmmnMmnnph, mmmf."

The groans of the older boy, coupled with the muffled cries of his daughter brought both parents' attention back to their frantically mating children. Just in time too; as Jeff stumbled away from the remaining threesome, with a satisfied, almost stunned look on his face. Cat didn't seem to notice that she had half a mouthful of thick white cum coating her tongue and teeth, as she was too involved in working back and forth between the other two boys, as if her little ass was a shuttle on a loom gone out of control. She didn't bother licking up the obscene mess, or swallowing it either; just panting in rising passion, as her actions became wilder and wilder.

"Oh shit!", exclaimed Mark, as his little sister's rising keen of passions surprised him as well as the whole family. "Ah, aaaaahhhh! AhahaaaaaaeeeeeEEEEEkkKK!!!" Cat squealed as she spasmed uncontrollably. "Oh Oooooh!"

The sudden frantic squeezing of his little sister's already incredibly tight cunny was too much for the older boy; and suddenly everybody in the room except Cat was aware of the older boy's ejaculation in his little sister, as a white bubble appeared on the boy's prick, just before it got churned almost to foam by the little girl's wild gyrations. As each thick squirt went into the little girl's body, most of it was squeezed out of the tight little hole, by her frantic pumping and gravity. Mark didn't care. The incredibly exquisite feel of each thick bulge rippling through the tube on the bottom of his swollen prick, before being injected into his little sister's squeezing young sleeve, would have had to be felt to be appreciated. Mark knew that Heaven couldn't be half as good as feeling your own 7-year-old sister get off for the first time around your swollen, spitting penis, while you're spasming the child's tummy full of the thick white cum you've been saving up for hours.

Eventually the two lovers collapsed in a heap; pulling away from the little boy who had been quietly sliding in and out of his sister's gyrating bottom.

"Did you get off too?" asked Melinda.

"Naw . . . . Didn't need to. It felt GOOD." The younger boy seemed fully satisfied.

Both parents looked down at the obscene yet lovely coupling of the two remaining children. Their crotches were a slimy mess, but Mark still remained intimately connected to the little girl, while Cat was almost smothering her big brother with kisses.

"Oh that felt good! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Cat finally started to run down.

"Well," said Melinda, " I guess that Cat finally got to know what 'REAL' good felt like."

Everybody but Jack giggled at this, but he smiled dutifully. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that somebody managed to explain that this was Cat's first orgasm, and they had all been telling her for hours that sex felt "real good." Then he not only giggled, he laughed for almost half an hour; chuckling and snorting occasionally at the cute thought.

"Daddy?" asked Cat; still somewhat breathy from her first orgasm.

"Yes, Hon?"

"Did you like it? Mark and I are getting REAL good at making babies. At least I think so, anyway. It DOES feel real good, just like they said it would."

"Oooh," Jack groaned; almost cumming in his pants at the very thought.

"Can we do it now Daddy? Pleeeeaase? Momma said you'd help me out; and the boys just keep quitting on me!"

"Ooooh!" groaned Mark, in involuntary agreement. It was obvious that all three boys were finished for the night; including Brian. While the older boy still had his prick in the little girl's tight little tunnel (being so big it wouldn't come out without effort) even his sister's irregular squeezing and clamping as twinges of mini-orgasms still rippled through her tummy, couldn't erect the overused member. After ejaculating his sperm in his little sister's mouth twice, her hand once, and her tight little cunny three times, it would be several hours before the boy could get it up again; and by then it would be long past his bedtime . . . even at fifteen.

The other two boys weren't in any better shape.

"Please, Daddy?" repeated Kathy, hopefully. It was with some considerable regret that she pulled off her older brother; the boy's penis making an audible "splop" as the glans disengaged. This was followed almost immediately by another gurgling "schullop", as a big blob of thick white goo slurped out of the little girl's cunny, and landed in a quivering puddle on her brother's crotch. She giggled at the sight. "Ooh," she said; "your stuff is all yucky!" Taking everybody by surprise, Cat turned around and actually swallowed the boy's slimy member!

Pausing for second after slurping the softening prick free of the white stuff streaking it, Cat added, "Tastes good though," before continuing to lick and slurp up every drop until her brother's prick and groin were completely free of semen. "Good to the last drop," she commented, before licking her lips and exposing pearly teeth with white goo hanging from them, before swallowing noisily, licking her teeth and lips clean, and then swallowing noisily again. "Thanks Mark," she said.

It was obvious that the little girl was right about her three brothers. Even after that incredible tongue-job, and the erotic sight of her lapping up her brother's cum, not one of the three had anything approaching a hard-on.

Jack however, was so hard he was afraid he would be unable to get his pants off, without wasting his load down the leg. (Which would have been a crying shame, with two horny and available females almost panting for that load of baby-juice in their tummies.)

"Are you sure?" he asked Kathy; while struggling mightily to remove his shoes, so he wouldn't trip over his pants when he pulled them off. Only instead of looking at his daughter, Jack seemed to be looking more at his sexy, pregnant wife for an answer.

"Pleeeeeaase, Daddy?" repeated Cat, imploringly.

Only it was his wife's silent nod that decided him. "OK, Cat," he said, "If you want it, you've got it. Only . . . only you've got to TELL me what you want me to do." By this time the man had struggled out of almost all his clothes; and paused waiting for his child's response before removing his jockey-shorts.

"Can you make a baby in my tummy? Please Daddy? Mark says I'm getting pretty good at that."

"Oh shit."

One minute the mismatched couple were two feet apart, the next Jack was fitting his swollen prick into the still cum-dribbling hole between his daughter's legs, as she lay on her back, knees spread and welcomed the man she loved most into her body.

"Jack! Careful." Melinda's cry of warning managed to shock some sense into her husband, before he jammed his prick to the root in the child's belly without thinking. "She's just a little girl."

"Oh." Jack didn't argue. In fact, he was grateful for his wife's reminder. This time he took it a little slower; pushing firmly against the child's tiny little hole, then slowly increasing the pressure. It didn't look like the man's prick could possibly fit in that tiny thing; but everybody had seen her almost equally large brother's prick go inside. So, with a few grunts, groans, and a slight yelp from Kathy when her father's prick suddenly vanished inside her, they actually started fucking. After all the sperm her brother had ejaculated inside her tight little tunnel, combined with the thick drool that had been running almost continuously from the man's engorged prick for over 15 minutes, neither one of the incestuous pair needed any extra lubrication. Once the head popped inside, the rest of her father's prick slid into the little girl until the hole in the tip was pressed firmly against the child's cervix, and only a little over half an inch remained outside.

Jack knew he wouldn't last long in the sliding wet heat of his own daughter's incredibly tight sex. That the little girl AND her mother WANTED him to do this unbelievable thing . . . fuck his own daughter and ejaculate his potent sperm in the child's belly, as if he was actually TRYING to get the little girl pregnant with her own father's baby, was so stimulating that he almost came the second his prick slid all the way into his little girl's body. Still, even for all the eroticism of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own 7-year-old daughter, Jack was a much better lover than to just stick his prick in a girl and squirt her tummy full of thick white baby-juice . . . no matter if that WAS exactly what the child was begging him to do.

"Oooh, Honey," he said, "work with your old daddy. Help your horny old dad slide this big old thing in and out a bit, and Daddy is going to give his little girl a nice big helping of baby-juice in her tummy. Would you like that, Cat?"

"Please, Daddy," whined Kathy. "I wanna feel my tummy getting big, just like Mommy's. Please? I've been practicing making a baby ALL day long. Can we do it now . . . please Daddy?"

Oh shit. Jack was NOT unfeeling; and didn't know quite how to handle this one . . . Geesh, the kid was just seven years old!

"Uh Honey," he tried to explain, "You're a little too young to have a baby yet." Still, the very idea almost had him spurting thick white cum in the little girl, before he barely got started fucking her. Jack tried to calm his raging prick, so he could give his daughter the fucking she deserved.

"It'll probably be four or five years before you have periods yet," he emphasized; wondering if he'd have to explain menstruation to the little girl.

"You mean my monthlies? That bloody stuff that comes out of my cunny-hole?" Kathy showed she HAD been listening to her mother.

"Uhuh." Jack's hair stood almost on end at the implications. Surely the child was WAY too young to . . .

"Oh. I've been having them for several months now," replied Cat calmly; working steadily back against her father now.

While the sensation of his own little girl fucking his prick like he hadn't felt since the first time he had crawled into bed with Melinda at almost the same age, was almost sucking the sperm out of his balls; the guilty idea of even accidentally getting his own kid pregnant made Jack fight to extract his prick from inside the little girl before he filled her womb with so much sperm she'd be having his babies for twenty years.

"Oh God," he groaned, "I've got to pull out. I can't get my own daughter pregnant!" As long as it had been just a fantasy, it was an incredible turn-on. If it was actually possible, then the danger was incredibly scary. Surprisingly, the danger of accidentally getting the little girl pregnant was almost as (or even more) sexually stimulating than doing it deliberately, even if only as a fantasy.

"It's OK Daddy," soothed Kathy. "I'm not bleeding NOW. Momma says I can't get pregnant until I start bleeding."

"Oh." Jack relaxed, and let his member slide into his daughter all the way. It was just his horny wife and one of her sexy fantasies huh? Well, after this was over, he'd show the teasing slut a thing or two about fantasies! "Are you sure, Honey?" he asked; enjoying the feel of the child's cervix butting against the tip of his penis, while the incredibly tight ring at the bottom gripped the base of his prick like an overtight rubber-band. God, did that feel good. Jack felt the first thin squirt of sperm spit through the tip of his prick, presaging his full ejaculation in his daughter.

"Uhuh," crooned Cat, "The last time was a little over two weeks ago, Daddy. So you can cum in me all you want."

It was too much. As said, Jack was already cumming in the little girl, when this erotic message hit his mind like a blackjack filled with steel ball-bearings. Involuntarily, his hips hunched forward, instead of pulling back against his daughter's tightening legs, so the first thick jet of incestuous seed was ejaculated right up inside the little girl's tight little tunnel and almost forced into her receptive young womb by the pressure.

A second thick squirt and then a third followed the first; until the child's vagina and womb were almost swamped with her father's lusty seed, and millions of tiny tadpoles had started making their way through the mucous plug of her uterus; wriggling their way further in, in search of the child's waiting eggs. By the time a fourth and then fifth surge of sperm started fighting their way into the girl's body, it was far too late for Jack to pull out; as several hundred-thousand of the lusty wrigglers were already through her cervix, while only one was necessary.

Jack collapsed on his daughter; deciding he might as well enjoy the pleasures of her tight little tunnel squeezing in orgasm on his belching prick; as it was far too late to do anything else. At least Kathy seemed to have enjoyed it almost as much as he had. "Thanks, Kathy," he groaned; collapsing and almost crushing the little girl with his heartfelt hug and love for her, while his prick slowly shrank in the first-grader's belly, and gave a few last ineffectual tries to ejaculate a little more incestuous sperm in the child's body.

"Thanks, Daddy," she replied in turn; hugging him back just as hard, while trying to ignore his crushing weight. If she complained, she knew her father would get up and pull out, and her tiny cunny was still clamping and squeezing with mini-orgasms, as her body involuntarily milked her father's shrinking penis for every drop of precious seed.

"That felt even better than when Jeffy or Mark does it." Cat didn't realize that a woman's second or third orgasm just built on the excitement of the earlier ones.

"Thanks, Cat," said Melinda; grateful to her little girl for doing so much for the man they both loved. She was almost ready to ask Jack to, "Promise Cat you'll get her pregnant, as often as you can," only she decided that maybe the erotic thought was just a little TOO scary for the man; and maybe she had pushed things far enough already. Maybe it was time to let her husband off the hook . . . .

"That was quite a nice fantasy you pulled on your father; pretending you've already started having periods like that," Melinda finished. The beaming look of pride she gave the little girl would have made anybody's day.

"Pretending?" asked Kathy; seemingly puzzled; looking down with interest as her father climbed off of her. The slight wince she gave as the man extracted his half-hard dong from inside her was barely noticed. "Pretending about what, Mom?" The youngster seemed completely unconcerned about the incredibly erotic sight she made, with her legs spread, hair mussed, rosy pink nipples standing up on her tiny little chest, and the bare reddened, swollen, and slightly overused cunny between her legs, slowly oozing a thick white bubble of her own father's sperm.

"About you having periods yet . . . bleeding from your vagina." The woman's voice had changed from pride to almost fright; and had a pleading note to it.

"Oh that," shrugged Kathy; seeming almost uninterested. "Why would I pretend about something like that?"

Kathy couldn't understand why everybody in the family was staring at her. Well after all, the little girl WAS only seven years old.