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Subject: {ASSM} The Innocent Act (bro/sis, cons[?], incest, preg)
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THE INNOCENT ACT
(bro/sis, cons[?], incest, preg)
By Anonymous

***

~~ Foreword ~~

This story is based on a chat I had one time in an ageplay chatroom.
Sometimes, actual kids come in there - there's no way to tell who's
ageplaying, and who's really a horny kid.

There was no obvious set-up, so this story may be true, or it may be
fiction. Either way, I don't recommend trying to make this story part
of your own reality.

Incest babies are bad. Let them stay fantasy.

Of course, the other usual bullshit applies: You shouldn't be reading
this if you're under 18. Although, the author started reading smut at
a young age...

Written from the girl's POV, because it turns me on. ;)

If anyone would like to see the log of the original chat that inspired
this, you can find it at the following URL, at least at the time of
this posting:
http://www.evilshare.com/b4774a70-7e3d-102b-a8ce-0007e90cfb90

***

~~ Prologue ~~

I heard Ash cry out from her crib, so I went over to change her.
Holding her, I thought of how Ash was made.

I'm only 16. Luckily, I do have a loving boyfriend - an oddly
supportive one, considering he knows the truth. John's been there
every step of the way.

Even when I told him that my brother tricked me into having Ash.

***

~~ I. ~~

About a year ago, my 13-year-old brother Nick and I were alone. My
folks were away for a while.

Nick came up to me one time, blushing.

I smiled, asking, "Hey, what are you blushing about?"
"Um, Kelly," he said, kind of stumbly, "I've got a question."
"Sure."
"I.. I'd like to learn more about your body."

Although I was older, I actually wasn't that smart on the subject
myself. Nevertheless, I was nervous - but I agreed anyway, nodding.

"Why don't we go sit on the bed?" he suggested.

When I did, he cupped his hand over one of my breasts. I blushed, and
smiled at him.

"Sis, can I take the panties out from under your skirt?"

It made me a little nervous, but I nodded anyway. He reached under my
skirt, and felt him touch me.. it was kind of nice.

Lifting my skirt, he asked, "Mind if I compare mine to yours?"

I giggled and said, "Sure."

He pulled his cock out, and set it on my leg next to my pussy. We both
looked at the two. I was with John at the time, but we hadn't done
anything sexual yet. I was still a virgin, and the sight excited and
fascinated me.

"Sis, why don't you lay back, look at the ceiling, and think of John."

I don't know why he asked that, but I did. Quickly, I felt a tingling
as I thought of the boy I love.

"Tell me about John. What do you like most about him?"

The tingling turned to a deep throbbing, as I described his body, his
muscles, his sweetness.

Perhaps I should have paid more attention to the poking feeling. I
tried pulling away so he wouldn't go in, and I thought he didn't.

"Just think of John, sis."

***

~~ II. ~~

A little later, I had to go pee. I was a bit surprised when more than
pee came out of my pussy, though. It was so sticky and thick.

I realized that Nick probably had managed to get inside of me. I
figured it probably was okay though, since he was so much younger.

In the coming months, my bra started to get a little tighter, and I
got so hungry. I ate more, but couldn't always keep food down in the
morning.

I still loved John, and we started to make love.

I didn't know I was already pregnant. I didn't know that even a 13-
year-old can make an older girl - even his own sister - pregnant, as
soon as he can cum.

It was all an act. That Nick.. he knew all along what he was doing. It
was screwed up.

But yet, to this day, I still get a tingle from the time when he told
me to look at the ceiling, and think of John.

THE END

**********

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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