Some people would think I was perverted, cruel, abusive, or even insane to allow the things to go on in our house that do. Only it isn't that I so much "allow" these things to happen, as that I have little choice in what I could do to stop them. As it is, everybody is happy, healthy, eating well, and the kids are getting good grades in school. If I tried to stop things ... shudder ... then the older kids would probably end up in "reform" schools or similar places, my husband and I would probably be in jail, and the younger kids would end up (at the least) in foster-homes, where with their backgrounds they would most likely be abused ... both sexually and physically. To me, the status-quo seems by far the better choice. I'll give you an idea of what I mean, by telling you a story.

The other morning I was passing by the three boys' room, when I heard an unmistakable giggle from inside. As many times as I had admonished their little sister that the boys' bedroom wasn't a "proper" place for little girls, Cindy never seemed to get the point. After all, it had been HER, not the older kids who had started things almost a year and a half earlier, when the precocious kid had found rather "inappropriate" material, both on the computer, and other places; showing an interest in so-called "obscene" pictures and other media, along with an ability to find ever more of it, in spite of things like "parental controls" and putting the computer in the living room, where all could see what was being done there. Removing the computer, or disconnecting it from the net wasn't an option either, as my husband used it for work ... and the youngster had found ways around every other method my husband had tried. It seems Cindy knows more about computers and how they work than he did. SHE could lock him out of the computer, while he couldn't do the same for her. In any other case, a show of intelligence and ingenuity like that would have been cause for shouting from the rooftops. In this case however, a little 5-year-old kid with a propensity for finding hard-core porn, wasn't something you wanted the neighbors to know about.

Things came to a head once Cindy found her first examples of "kiddy porn". Before that, we had at LEAST been able to put her off with explanations about how such things were for adults; and as long as all the pictures agreed, she had tended to accept our word on it. (Though it didn't stop the kid from masturbating with first her fingers, then hot-dogs, and finally any household item she could make fit.) We never DID know when Cindy first lost her virginity; as it almost seemed as if she never had one. We did manage to convince her that such things were private, to be kept in a bedroom, and not to be mentioned at all to friends, neighbors, or people at school. Luckily, she has retained that knowledge and restraint, even with her present expanded activities.

Like I said though, once Cindy saw actual pictures of kids only slightly older than herself (and a few actually younger!) having obvious fun ... well, it didn't take her more than a day or so to find out for herself just how much fun they were having ....

This morning, for example, when my daughter's unmistakable giggle rang out from her brothers' bedroom, I looked in to see just how much "fun" she was having with the older boys, and I'll admit a little horny curiosity on my part of wanting to watch the kid do things that even I hadn't done until I had seen HER do them.

I was right in my suspicions. Cindy was sitting on one boy, his prick half buried in her little slit, sucking off the eldest one, and jacking off the third. The cute little slut was completely and unashamedly naked, in a menage-a-quatro that would have made most porno stars blush. As I watched, fascinated, first the youngest boy managed to dislocate his prick from inside her body, as he started spewing thick white cum all over the child's tummy. With this as a signal. Cindy pulled her mouth off Danny's prick and started jacking the older boy off at a furious rate; urging him to "Cum, cum, cum," while she fisted Mike's prick at a similar pace.

I have to hand it to the little girl. No sooner had she removed her mouth from the older boy's penis, than it also started squirting thick white goo right in her face, to be followed almost immediately by his brother Michael doing the same thing on the child's chest. Cindy must have known just how close the three kids were, and had been timing it to get all three boys to cum at the same time. The fact that Danny's goo went all over her face, and even into her mouth as she urged the boys to squirt all over her body, face, legs, and even arms, bothered the little girl not a whit; just urging each one of the three older boys to cum, while ignoring the thick goo squirting in one eye, and the two or three shots that went right into her mouth while she encouraged them to squirt even more on her.

I guess you've never seen ANYTHING truly erotic, until you've seen a six year old little girl grinning from ear to ear, with thick white gooey cum splattering her body from top to bottom, in her eyes, hair, nose and mouth, and even dripping from her cunny.

"Mmmmm," she almost purred with satisfaction, as the three boys fell away from her on the large bed. "Thanks," she added, as she moved off Terry, and started to head for the edge of the bed herself, when she caught me looking in the door open-mouthed at the sight of my little girl getting royally hosed down with her brothers' seed. Cindy looked at me and gave me the biggest gap-toothed grin you ever saw. Obviously she was enjoying this scene even more than her three older brothers ... and none of them were complaining a bit!

It was after she had acknowledged my presence, that Cindy noticed her big brother Danny lying on the bed with still half a hard-on. The little girl's eyes lighted up, and her grin got even bigger. I watched in amazement as my little six year old daughter, still streaked and gooey with cum, clambered gleefully up the sixteen-year-old's body, and settled on top of him; fisting the older boy's prick and working it into her body.

It LOOKED as if there was no way that almost adult-sized penis would fit inside such a little girl ... but Cindy had shown many times already how deceptive such appearances were. With grunts, groans (mostly from Danny) and a slight wince from Cindy, the precocious little girl fisted the older boy's penis, and with a squirming, twisting motion slowly worked the engorged member into her wet and dripping sex, until all but an inch of the boy's member was inside her, and you could actually see the child's tummy being pushed out from the inside by the invading tool.

Once she had Danny's prick safely inside her tummy, Cindy began rising and falling on him ... not really fucking; as the swollen prick was in her too tightly to slide in and out ... but more stimulating and stirring her insides, while Danny's prick pulled and pushed as much as it could without her body letting go.

"Hi, Mommy," she finally acknowledged my presence, once she was properly engaged. "I'm fucking Danny."

"So I see," I responded, as I moved closer to the bed to see the incestuous coupling. I was amazed that even my oldest son had managed to get (or more correctly KEEP) an erection so soon after cumming. By now the sperm the three boys had ejaculated all over the girl had liquefied into just slimy trails, while Cindy had wiped the cum out of her eyes and around her mouth with a finger ... and cleaned the finger by licking the sticky goo off with her mouth.

"Is he going to cum in you?" I asked; reminding Cindy of the "Birds and Bees" lecture we had a few days earlier. While not old enough to get pregnant YET, if the boys kept this activity up without pulling out or other precautions, it was just a matter of when, not if, the little girl would be carrying one of her brothers' babies in her tummy.

None of the boys however, seemed in the slightest worried about having full vaginal intercourse with, cumming in, or even fathering a child on their little sister. To a large extent I blame that on the fact that Cindy didn't show the slightest interest in or worry about whether she got pregnant by her own brothers or not.

"Uhuh," she responded, "he'd BETTER, if he knows what's good for him." This remark was followed by a big grin at me to show the threat was all for show ... and then a curious, almost introverted look on the child's face, as she concentrated on the feeling of having a man-sized prick stretching her insides. Shortly Cindy was rising and falling even faster, as her own lubrication, the sperm Terry had squirted inside her earlier, and Danny's pre-cum made her slippery enough for even THAT enormous member to slide in and out almost five inches at a time. My little girl was about to experience the ultimate sensation there is ... at only six years old ... of having a climax with a real MAN squirting and cumming inside her vagina; trying to fill her womb with his baby before she even entered the first grade.

Only the three of us had forgotten the other two occupants of the room. The erotic sight of their 6 year old little sister being royally screwed by (or more correctly, royally screwing) their older brother, had aroused the two younger boys enough for them to get interested again. Ah, like I said, the resilience of youth! "Here," said Mike; pushing and motioning the two fucking kids to move farther up the bed, while Terry impatiently tried to get in alongside as well.

With an awkward squirming, Cindy and Danny managed somehow to move up the bed until Danny's head was on the pillow, and Cindy was sitting on her brother, back to him, with his prick still buried to the hilt in her body. How they managed it, I don't know; as I'm sure *I* could never have wriggled around that much without having my lover's prick come out. Perhaps it was just that Cindy was so tight.

A minute later, I was treated to the erotic sight of the century. If it had been sexy seeing a little 6-year-old covered with the sperm of three male members of her own household, what can I say about that same little girl wailing and panting in sexual bliss, while rising and falling on a man-sized penis buried in her tight little slot ... at the same time another boy's penis was up to the hilt in her cute little butt, while she sucked on the swollen penis of a 13-year-old with the practiced experience that a seasoned whore would envy? Add to that, the little girl was still covered with the now-drying splatters of a cum-bath that you would be hard put to find even in the raunchiest of porno movies, and what can I say?

With a sudden grunt, Danny sank to the root in Cindy; ignoring his younger brother on top of him, as he spasmed their little sister's womb full of incestuous seed.

Cindy's wail of appreciation was muffled by the thick member in her mouth ... and then the little girl was choking and spluttering as that same mouth and throat got filled with even more cum. In spite of almost choking on the spewing member, my daughter didn't pull off and try to catch her breath; instead shoving forward and almost swallowing the boy completely, as he emptied his prostate down her throat. It was only AFTER Mike had finished completely that Cindy pulled off, to cough violently twice and sneeze so hard that thick white drool dripped out of her nose.

Through this all, Terry kept pounding away at the little girl's backside, almost unnoticed until he announced, "I'm cumming!" and added his seed to that already in the child by spewing Cindy's tummy full of cum from the other end.

This time, instead of falling apart, all three kids kind of collapsed on each other, with Terry and Danny keeping their pricks inside the little girl's bottom and cunny, while Cindy slowly licked and sucked the mess off the middle boy's penis ... making mewling and humming noises of appreciation as she did so.

It was only AFTER I had left this contented scene, that I realized from my own soaked panties (and vaguely remembered) that I had at least three climaxes of my own while watching my little girl getting screwed like a porno-star could only hope to get. I only had tiny memories of working myself off with two fingers on my clit, and the other hand almost buried up my hole ... things that normally be almost engraved in my mind. Watching my little girl getting royally fucked though, had taken over almost all of my attention.

As I left, I heard a faint murmur of, "Thanks," from Cindy. Who she was thanking, whether me, one of the boys, or all of us, I'm not sure. I'm not certain, but I think I heard faint groans from at least two of the boys. I grinned in appreciation.

Later, when Cindy came into the room wearing only a nightie, still oozing a little goo down one leg, and patches of sperm still drying all over her body, I sent her back to take a shower before I'd allow her to join the rest of the family for breakfast. SOME standards still had to be maintained.

About an hour later, I found Danny in Cindy's room, on top of the little girl, fucking her missionary-style, as if they were married. Since he was obviously almost ready to cum, I didn't say anything until he finished, while Cindy pulled him into her body with both legs and arms, until he left every drop of sperm he had (well, at that moment anyway) inside his little sister's body. THEN I castigated him.

"You KNOW you're not supposed to be in here," I said; reminding him of the rules we had established. "If Cindy wants to come to YOU, then she can. I am NOT having you boys come in here and molest HER, you understand?"

Danny at first just grunted; then started to speak up in his own defense, "But she ...." he began.

"But she, nothing," I interrupted. "If you can't abide by the rules, I'll see to it that you don't get ANY sex from your little sister. I'm sure your two brothers will be only TOO happy to do everything that she needs ... Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Well, see to it. And another thing ..."

"Yes, Mom."

"If you keep cumming in your little sister like that, eventually you're going to get her pregnant. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mom." Danny just looked at me, as if to ask, "So ... what's the point?"

I gave up. If the kids weren't worried about planting a baby in their little sister's tummy, there wasn't much I could do about it, without calling in the cops and breaking the whole family up. We had supplied condoms and creams ... all of which sat unused in the boys' bedroom since that first time.

"In any case, YOU are supposed to be dressed and ready to go by now," I said with some annoyance; trying to get at least SOMETHING out of the conversation. The bus will be here any minute now, and you're not ready!"

"Yes, Mom."

I sighed with some annoyance, and kept an eye on the boy as he oh-so-slowly started pulling pants and shirt on. I wanted to almost SCREAM at him that he'd be late for school ... but knew from past experience that screaming would just make him slower ... and later.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as Danny and Mike slammed out the door, about 30 seconds before the bus rumbled up. Like always, the boys knew just how long they could wait and stall without missing the bus ... far better than I did, and they knew it. Sometimes I think they push the envelope just to test my patience ... other times I know it's that they just don't see the NEED to hurry a bit more than they have to. To a person like me, that's almost as frustrating.

"Mommy?" Cindy's voice at my elbow stopped my ruminations.

"What, Hon?" I looked down at the little girl beside me. Barely up to my chest, not even forty pounds soaking wet, the girl had more sex-appeal than I had with full boobs, bush, and a fanny that drew wolf-whistles when I was in college. While far from innocent, the little girl had an innocent look and yet curiosity that somehow made every move she had almost a study in seduction. No wonder her big brothers hadn't been able to resist the little scamp. If she had been the slightest inclined to female-female sex, I knew that I would never have been able to resist either. I shivered for a second, as I remembered my one experience with such activities in the sorority dorm. Then I firmly put the thought away, as I looked down into the pleading little blue eyes of the girl that had stolen my heart (and her father's too) the moment I first held her in the hospital room. Basically, my husband and I are about as confirmed heterosexuals as our kids are.

"Mommy? I'm still horny." Oh shit.

"Danny didn't have enough time to get me off, before he had to go, so could you ..."

For a second, I had a fright, while a cold sensation washed over me, as if somebody had dumped a bucket of ice-water on me. I just looked at Cindy, waiting.

"... could you ask Daddy to help me out ... please, Mommy ... Please?"

The relief at the one side, while immediate worry about the new situation caused me to stand there for a second or two, unable to respond at all.

"Please, Mommy? Please, please, please?" The child was almost jittering around me, her big blue eyes just begging me with far more force than her pleas from her mouth. I knew Cindy wouldn't pout or have a tantrum at not getting her way (like some kids) but the thought of those sad little eyes full of tears ... or worse yet, sexual frustration ... were almost enough to convince me, without any further discussion ... almost.

"I can't Honey," I replied; temporarily putting the subject off. "Daddy's at work now." I HOPED that by the time my husband returned, the little girl would have forgotten her request, or taken out her horniness on her returning big brothers ... or at the least, put it off until I had a chance to discuss it with him. No such luck, of course.

"Please, Mom. Daddy's going to be home for lunch. We could do it while you get ready. Please, Mommy. Pleeeaaasse?"

Who can resist that pleading look of a six-year-old? Especially one so cute that it took all our willpower to keep from spoiling the kid rotten. Cindy never took advantage of it though; rarely asking for special things or privileges. Well, if you don't count having almost unlimited sex with all three older brothers a privilege. Still, it is almost certain the three boys enjoyed "helping" their little sister out in this manner, almost as much as she did ... almost. The particular situation right now being a case in point.

"Well ... Ask your father," I said; putting the question off. Or maybe not, as I knew my husband would no more be able to resist the child than I could ... or her brothers, for that matter.

"Mom, I need YOU to say yes ... Daddy already told me I needed your permission. Please?"

Oh shit. That conniving, dirty, skunk of a husband of mine, and put the decision off on ME ... so *I* would be the dirty ogre who had to say, "No," to a child who just didn't understand what was wrong with sex ... even, or especially, sex with her own family members. The dirty rat! "I'll have to think about it," I told her.

Cindy just looked disappointed; but at least didn't cry.

At lunch, I looked at Dan Sr., and told him, "Cindy asked if she could ... well, you know ... with you?"

Dan just raised his eyebrows in that engaging way he has, and replied, "Well, what did you say?" before sipping again at his coffee.

"I said, 'I'll think about it,'" I replied.

Cindy looked hopefully up from her hot-dog.

"And what did you think?"

"I'm still thinking," I answered.

"Oh."

Cindy looked down at the table, disappointed. However, I knew she wasn't nearly as frustrated now as earlier; as the hot-dogs the three of us were having for lunch, now all had little-girl flavoring. (No, I didn't mind using hot-dogs, polish-sausages, carrots, cucumbers, or zucchini after Cindy [or even I] had "used" them for more intimate purposes. The inside of a vagina is almost sterile if kept reasonably clean ... Besides, after boiling, who could tell?) That, and the whimpers and moans she made in her bedroom before returning the hot-dogs to the refrigerator, all flushed and somewhat mussed, were quite good evidence that Cindy could manage things herself, without help from male partners, if she had to. It's just BETTER to do it with somebody else, as I could well testify to.

That night, after three more episodes of Cindy borrowing things from my bedroom during the day, and an almost hour-long orgy in the boys' bedroom when she got home, where I figure all three boys must have fucked the kid at least once, and more likely filled the little girl's tummy with sperm two or three times each, things settled back into a normal family night of watching TV, and homework for the boys.

It was only when bedtime (for Cindy at least) was approaching, and the little girl suddenly realized it was almost time for bed, and she was about to go to bed horny, that things changed from what goes on in almost any household with kids.

"Mike?" she asked. "Could you?"

"I'm sorry, Cindy," I interrupted. "You don't have time for that. Bedtime is in ten minutes. You should have asked your brother earlier."

"But I was watching ... I wanted to see the end of the show!"

"That was YOUR choice," I reminded her. Bedtime is 9:00, and you know it. Now get in there and brush your teeth."

Cindy sent a pleading look at her father; but Dan was no more inclined to cave in than I was. Actually, even less. We had one standard in disciplining the kids we never broke: When one of us made a rule, or ruling, the other one backed him/her up 100%. Even if we didn't agree on it. There was no going from one parent to the other to overrule a decision in OUR family.

"When you finish, head into our bedroom," I added, once I saw Cindy was following orders and getting ready for bed, instead of trying to either seduce one of her brothers, or try convincing us she should be allowed one last "piece" before bedtime. I think about 7 times in one day, is quite enough ... even for an oversexed cute little slut of a preschooler like Cindy. "Your father and I will be in, in about an hour," I added.

All four kids looked at us in surprise. Surprise? Wide open gaping mouths, describes it better.

"You mean I ...?" Cindy asked, then paused; not sure what she wanted to ask.

"Later," I said. "You don't HAVE to sleep with us, if you don't want to."

Cindy didn't say another word; just dashing off to finish brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed.

By the time Dan and I were ready for bed ourselves, the house was quiet. If the boys were still awake, listening to see what would happen with their little sister, at least they made no indication. Personally, I think even Danny had fallen asleep waiting, as it was almost 10:30 when we finally shut off the TV after the news, and headed into bed.

"Shhh," I hushed, as I made out the comparatively tiny lump in the middle of the bed, that showed Cindy had decided NOT to sleep in her own bed. "Don't wake her."

Carefully peeling back the covers, we both looked down lovingly at the adorable little girl wearing a soft cotton nightie. Even pulling the covers back hadn't woke her up; and Cindy had one hand near her face; almost like she had been sucking her thumb; although the child hadn't done that in over two years now.

"Umnhg?" she murmured sleepily, as Dan and I slipped into bed on either side of her.

"Shhhh," I said; snuggling up from one side, while my husband did the same from the other. "Go back to sleep, Honey."

Surprisingly, Cindy did just that; snuggling up to me in an embrace that was almost erotic, but yet quite the little innocent girl just snuggling up to her mother at the same time.

Believe it or not, that's ALL we did that night.

The next morning, when Dan and I woke up, there was already activity going on in the adjacent bedroom that stimulated the two of us to TRY and duplicate what we heard going on there. However, one man, no matter HOW virile and stimulated by imagining the erotic things going on between his horny little girl and her three horny big brothers, just cannot match the abilities of four teenaged children. The kids in the other room were going on LONG after Dan had collapsed in defeat. Cindy (of course) could have continued on for an hour or two, after all four men had long since given out.

This time Cindy took a shower (properly) before coming in to breakfast; with only a slight dribble of slippery stuff trying to ooze from her well-fucked little cunny, when she came in. Still, the thought of the 6-year-old with two or three loads of sperm from each of her older brothers inside her body, was enough to make me catch my breath in unexpected horniness at just the sight of Cindy squirming into her seat, while from his almost pained expression, I could tell Dan probably had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

Cindy however, never seemed to notice; beaming a smile up at me that seemed to belie her ever knowing that sex existed. "What's for breakfast, Mom?" she asked. I'm not sure if it's the constant sex, exercise, the running around that kids her age seem to do just to tire grown-ups like us out, or that she's going through another growth-spurt (I HOPE not ... clothes cost WAY too much.) but the little girl seemed to be able to put away almost as much food as her teenaged brothers could. I tried to banish from my mind the other reason for girls eating that much ... "eating for two" ... without much success. Thankfully girls her age are too young for that ... but I also knew that was only a temporary condition. Stories of girls as young as nine ... barely a year and a half away ... having periods; and ones as young as a year older than that having babies, made me shiver. I knew I had only that long to decide what to do when, not if, Cindy would be in the same condition.

Today, the kids all managed to get off to school with a relative ease; and Cindy for some reason seemed to be much more relaxed and not the bundle of sexual energy that had needed almost continual stimulation and release the day before. However, that night I passed the boys' bedroom and saw Cindy and Mike going at it like two honeymooners, with the boy rutting and grunting on top of his little sister until he finally jerked and spasmed the child's womb full of squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous seed.

No sooner had the one boy finished breeding his little sister, than Danny climbed on top of her, while the younger boy rolled off. It took a second or two of the teenager working and shoving, even with all the sperm lubricating her, before he was buried as far as he could go in the child's belly, but soon my eldest son was working just as hard as his little brother had been to try and father a child on their little sister.

I felt almost proud that none of the boys seemed to have the slightest objection to planting a baby in their little sister's womb ... and knew that if they did, all three boys would do their best to take care of the kid. I felt slightly ashamed of my reaction; knowing I SHOULD be angry or annoyed instead of actually liking the idea of my sons wanting to father a baby on their little sister.

I watched until Danny started jerking and shaking, before rolling off to have his place taken by Terry, who had been waiting patiently for his turn.

"Thanks, Big Brother," said Cindy, before gasping with pleasure as the younger boy took his place. I guess the 16-year-old filled her cunny and made her feel good in a way the younger boys just couldn't manage. However, from her actions, running her hands up and down his body, pulling the younger boy into her with each thrust he made, her mouth almost raping his, and her frantic, "Do it, do it, do it," breathed heavily as she worked for yet another violent orgasm, made it abundantly clear the child thoroughly enjoyed the sexual attentions of all three kids, not just the eldest. Previous to seeing Cindy "get off" repeatedly with her brothers, I hadn't even thought that kids under puberty, or at least say, 10 years old, ever HAD orgasms. Every day Cindy put the lie to that; getting off more often in a day, than even in my horniest days back in college I had been able to do in a week.

I had a sudden worry about Cindy being far too stimulated by all this sex, and her body developing way too early because of it ... like that diagnosis of "promiscuous puberty" I had once heard of. A sudden chill went through me, as I realized I might not have three or four years; as in that case the girl had started having periods ... when? Was it only eight years old? Shit. That was less than a year and a half away; and I KNEW I just wouldn't be prepared for an eight year old pregnant little girl. And worse yet, I didn't even dare take Cindy down to the Doctor and have her examined to see why she had such an extreme sex-drive, or how her body was developing; because if I did, then all her sexual activity would become apparent ... and who knows what would happen then? I managed to put the worry away for now. Still, what WOULD I do two years from now? Well, I'd worry about that when I had to.

Though I didn't watch Terry through "his turn", from the time after I left until all four kids came out to watch television and finish up their homework, I figured all three kids must have gone at least once more, and maybe even more. God I sometime envy my kids for their stamina. Now if only Dan could ....

Cindy spent some time in the bathroom, and came out looking more energetic and sparkling with fun that all three brothers. Just looking at the glowing child's face, you could tell that far from being "sexually abused" Cindy seemed to grow and almost need this. For sure she seemed far happier and easier to get along with when she had sex with the boys, than ever she did when forced to "go it alone" with vibrators, hot-dogs, and fingers. Once again I worried about what would happen to the ebullient child if society found out what she was doing (or as they would think, "what we were doing TO her").

Depriving the little girl of sex, supposedly the LAST thing little girls her age would want, would be almost like torture for Cindy. Almost? No, for a girl who had learned to fuck and suck like she had, doing without sex would be like doing without food and water for most people. And if police or social-workers found out about her, well ... I shuddered at the thought. Either Cindy would be deprived of sex (and most likely forcibly so), or if she ended up in a foster-home where somebody WOULD have sex with her, then it would almost certainly be an abusive one. For in foster homes, the only sex with the kids, is sexual abuse. Here, however, if anybody was being sexually abused, it was the three older boys, as they tried to keep up with their sister.

Once again, I wondered just WHAT had made Cindy so oversexed. It certainly wasn't from MY side of the family ... and I knew nothing about such things from Dan's either. It couldn't be just because of finding all those dirty pictures on the net, either. Most kids her age wouldn't even find sex pictures, even full fucking porno pictures interesting; being like kissing ... "Yucky stuff" that adults do.

I hoped that at the very least the three boys could keep their little sister satisfied enough that she wouldn't feel it necessary to branch out. The thought of what would happen if she did, was pretty scary; as I knew the secret wouldn't last long, once neighbor kids knew she would be willing to have sex with them. So far Cindy seemed to understand that she had to keep what she and her brothers did a secret that only the family knew about. Hopefully, what I had planned would help her KEEP those urges in the family, and not seek them elsewhere. (What *I* had planned? No, let's be honest ... what Cindy planned ... just like all the rest.)

That night, as expected, Cindy was sleeping peacefully in our bed when we got there; her nightgown barely covering her hips because it had rucked up slightly when getting into bed. You could almost see the child's legs to her well-used little slit before I pulled the nightie down and covered her with the blankets, as Dan and I crawled in from each side.

This time, Cindy wasn't quite so sound asleep. "Mommy?" she quested, as I snuggled up.

"Shhh, go back to sleep, Honey," I responded; snuggling close, so my breasts were pushed against hers.

"Mmmmm, she responded; snuggling comfortably up to me, then wriggling her tiny little hips as Dan snuggled close from the other side. "Daddy's got a hard-on," she giggled.

I grinned. No shit. "Here, let me feel," I requested; deliberately reaching BETWEEN my daughter's legs for the offending member.

Cindy was right. Dan DID have a hard-on, as I found when Cindy lifted her leg enough for me to grab it. Quite a satisfactory hard-on too. Hard enough to do the job.

"Here," I said; pushing up a little until Dan's prick was rubbing against the slippery little slit between my daughter's legs. "Slide it in."

In the darkened room I couldn't see the surprise in Cindy's face very well, but I felt it in her body. Still, she just lifted her leg a little more to accommodate the rampant member seeking entrance to her body; then gave a sigh of satisfaction as the swollen head of her father's prick snapped into her vagina.

"Thanks, Momma," she said; squirming a little to try and get Dan further into her.

"Shouldn't you be thanking your father?" I asked. After all, it was Dan who was sliding his prick into her body.

"Daddy wouldn't do it, unless you let him," she explained.

"Well, you're welcome," I replied. "Now fuck your father, so we can all get some sleep when you're done."

"Um," she murmured happily, then repeated, "Thanks, Momma."

"Ooooh," was the next sound, echoed by both of the other occupants of the bed, as almost half my husband's prick sank into the tight little slit of our six year old girl. "Thanks, Daddy," she added, as the two of them started making copulating motions.

"Thank YOU, Honey," he replied.

I was amazed. I had really expected Dan to cum the second he slid into our little girl, from the way he had reacted every time we had discussed this sort of thing ... from the very first time we had learned about Cindy looking at erotic pictures, to the time we first found her in bed with Mike, until the previous evening when we had decided that allowing Cindy the extra relief she needed with her father would probably be better than having her sexually frustrated, as the three boys filling the child's belly with sperm three or four times a day each, seemed barely enough for the little girl, amazing as that seems.

I decided to speed things up by fueling a fantasy that we had played out a couple of times before. "Do it," I whispered, hoarsely. "Fuck your little girl, and cum in her tummy. Cindy wants to feel her father squirting the stuff that makes babies in her tummy, so she can feel what it's like to make a baby. Do it. Squirt a baby in her tummy, so Cindy can feel what it's like to have her own father's baby kicking and squirming inside her."

"Is that what you want, Honey?" asked Dan; forcing his prick into the little girl so hard it made her squeak. Cindy could only take about 5 of her big brother's 6 inches inside her; while my husband was almost an inch longer, and slightly thicker too. Still, she hadn't complained when Dan first got inside her.

"Please, Daddy?" she replied. It wasn't completely clear whether Cindy was replying that she wanted her father to knock her up, that she wanted him to fuck her, or that she was complaining about his pushing in so deep. Whatever. It was enough for Dan.

"Oh God," he groaned. "I'm doing it. I'm cumming in my little girl. Oh God. Feel it Cindy? Daddy's squirting the stuff that makes babies in his little girl. God, here it comes. Oh God, I'm getting my little girl pregnant. Oh Jesus, that feels good!"

Once again I found myself being proud of my husband for something that most women would hate him for ... being willing to fuck, cum in, and even impregnate his own little girl by filling our daughter's womb with jet after thick white jet of her own father's sperm. The ambivalent feeling shook me a little, as I wondered if maybe it was RIGHT for a man to try to plant a baby in his own baby's sexy young tummy by pushing his swollen prick up inside his nubile young daughter's needing little tunnel, sliding it in and out of her sucking little baby-hole, fucking his daughter right in her hungry little vagina, ejaculating his sperm inside his little girl's tight little slit, and filling his own pre-teenaged daughter's womb with squirt after gooey squirt of thick, white, and sticky incestuous seed, instead of evil like most people seemed to think.

Whatever. Right then, it seemed to be not only something that wasn't evil, but something nice and actually desirable for my husband to fill his little girl's tummy with his baby-making sperm ... and eventually his babies, when the child got old enough to carry them.

"Do it," I encouraged him. "Cindy wants to feel you making a baby in her tummy. Promise Cindy you'll keep on doing this until you do, OK? Promise?"

"I -Grunt- promise. -Grunt- Oh God, that feels good. -Grunt- Oooooh, I think I did it."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Mmmmmmm."

"Goodnight, Dear."

"G'night, Momma."

"Night."

And that was it. We all went to sleep ... me still horny, and Cindy with a generous helping of her own father's thick white cum warming the inside of her cute little tummy. The child's uterus must have been almost swimming in the thick goo her father had ejaculated inside her; dipping into the incestuous pool and sucking the man's teeming sperm into her womb where it belonged. I'm not sure; but I THINK Dan left his prick in Cindy all night. I know for sure he fucked her at least once in the morning before she went into the boys' room to give them their usual wake-up call; filling his little girl's tiny little womb with incestuous sperm, striving to fill our daughter's hungry little womb with his baby, before the child's brothers repeated the process at least three times that morning, prior to the family having breakfast.

And the result?

Well, Cindy seems happier than ever, if possible. She didn't seem to need so much sex from her brothers that she's wearing them out like she used to. At the same time she's keeping all three boys so sexually satisfied that none of them shows the slightest interest in chasing other girls to get sex. That worries me slightly; but at least I don't have to worry about the boys bringing home VD from fucking a school slut.

I did some more reading; and decided I probably don't have to worry about Cindy getting pregnant for at least another two years or so ... but that once she does start having periods it's almost certain that either Dan or one of her brothers WILL knock the kid up. We figure we'll just have to plan on a pregnant little girl, as Cindy shows no sign of wanting to take the slightest precautions to stop that from happening. Quite something for a kid who's only six years old ... but then Cindy has always been precocious, as I've mentioned before.

So now you see my dilemma, as mentioned back at the beginning. Like I said, some people would think I was perverted, cruel, abusive, or even insane to allow the things to go on in our house that do. Only it isn't that I so much "allow" these things to happen, as that I have little choice in what I could do to stop them. If I reported my husband or sons to the police, they and he (and probably me too) would end up in jail or juvenile-hall. Cindy would go to a foster home, and either be abused by NOT getting sex, and being punished by stern anti-sex people for even trying, or she would be sexually abused by strangers who don't care about her, only her body. Would that be an improvement for her or for any of us? I think not.

On the other hand, with Cindy's attitude, the boys' carelessness, and even Dan and I's attitude about her having sex, there's no way we are going to be able to avoid the almost inevitable consequences of a little girl having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with four horny and virile males.

Like it or not (and strangely, the whole family LIKES the idea ... yes, even me) sometime within the next five years Cindy is going to be walking around the house with tummy that looks like she swallowed a basketball, then even BIGGER than that, as either one of her brothers, or possibly even her own father succeeds in filling the child's womb with his baby; as none of the boys, and not even Dan seems to be the slightest bit interested in taking precautions to protect the little girl from the baby-making effects of keeping our daughter's womb filled with incestuous sperm. All day long it seems that Cindy goes around with thick sticky drool oozing out of her (almost always) bare little cunny, and running in obscene streaks down her legs. In fact, I doubt Cindy goes more than four hours during a day at the longest, without feeling at least ONE of her men, father or brothers, jerking and shaking on top (or below or alongside, or inside) her, as the man squirts yet another thick dollop of sticky white incestuous cum in the child's womb, and does his best to plant a baby in the little girl's tummy. It doesn't seem to matter if it's one of the boys spasming the child's womb full of incestous cum, or the girl's father pumping his baby in her belly. Neither Cindy nor none of the men seem to mind at all the thought of the little girl with her tummy swollen and gravid with her own relative's baby kicking and squirming inside her. I'm just not sure WHAT we are going to do when that happens. No, getting an abortion is NOT an option.

Anybody out there got any ideas?.