website of some erotic stories that been posted in SBF

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some of the stories tat have been posted here come from this website... bros may like to check out this website to read more erotic stories.... http://www.literotica.com/stories/

one example of the stories is the Million Dollar Deal - Take it or leave it?? by bro blackeagle10

Originally Posted by fatone

Threadstarter, thanks for the story. However, when you copy most of it from another website, I think it is common courtesy to acknowledge the original author.

The original story is entitled "A Million Dollar Deal" by Icingsugar, the original 3 parts story which I read on literotica.com and posted there by Icingsuger in 2003.

my intention of starting this thread is not to flame anyone... jus wish to share with other bros who wan to read more erotic story in their free times..

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anymore good stories site like this?

[sk_33]

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nice website.. bro sk 33..

any other bros wanna contribute website tat contain erotic stories..

[sk_33]

Riding Bareback

I know that nowadays its a bad idea, but nothing gets
me hotter than pumping my sperm directly into a women's
naked pussy. Maybe it's the element of risk or just
knowing that I have the power to make her pregnant.
Most women I go out with don't want to have children,
they know that we are just fucking around.

The first time I really got into it was when I started
to fuck with Laura. She was, young and painfully shy,
but she pretty, and had those medium type tits that I
like so much. Actually I was first attracted to Laura
because of her great hard-body with a nice ass.

We had been friends for quite a while and I had noticed
that she never seemed to have a boyfriend.

On night we were hanging out and I was having a rough
time with my livein girlfriend so I her asked if I
could stay at her apartment that night, you see she
lived alone.

After she hesitated a little bit, trying to think of
excuses why I couldn't, she finally said okay. I knew
she liked me, but she was nervous.

That night after the movie we had rented was over, we
sat on the couch and talked. I started to kiss her and
held her -- she was afraid just like a little girl.

Then she told me that she had been molested by a
neighbor when she was six. He was her best friend's
father and when she had slept over, this man forced
these two little girls to suck his cock.

They were both traumatized, he held their heads when
he ejaculated and forced them to swallow his sperm.
For that reason Laura could never go down on a man. I
told her that it was awful and hugged her, but at the
same time I started getting hard thinking about her
when she was six and sucking cock.

We talked long into the night, I kissed and caressed
her, and she kissed me back pretty timidly. I fondled
her breasts, then finally got her blouse off, and
kissed her nipples, then started for her pants.

"No, please I'm afraid," she whispered, but that just
got me hotter. I whispered back reassurances to her
and caressed her lovingly.

She liked me, and wanted to please me, I could tell.
Plus I think she liked the kissing and holding. Finally
I slid my hand down into her loosened jeans, over the
panties. All she could do was quietly whisper "oh,
john...john....john...." in protest.

Soon I was feeling her pussy and unbuttoning her pants
the rest of the way as she turned her face away, still
whispering my name.

When I pulled off her pants she lay there frozen, not
making a sound. As pulled at her panties, she resisted,
saying, "No, please..."

I continued saying that I only wanted to eat her pussy
and that she would love it. Finally the panties were
off, my cock was throbbing in my pants as began to lick
her pussy-slit. She tasted good, all clean and sweet.

She continued to lay back not making a sound, as As I
sucked her clit between my lips. As I was doing this I
quickly shoved my pants off to free my cock.

Eventually, I worked my way back up to her face to kiss
her. She must have felt my cock between her legs
because she closed her legs and rolled over, I guess
she thought this was a safe position for her to be in.

I climbed on top and lay on her back, and caressed her
whispering more reassurances as I reached down and
began to rub my cock against her pussy from the back
side, squeezing between her luscious thighs.

She looked away again, saying nothing but "John...
John.... oh John..." her voice quivered with fear.

She's a fucking virgin! I thought. As I shoved into
her I could instantly tell, she was so tight I couldn't
get it in.

I kept rubbing my cock at her opening, pushing but it
seemed to be no bigger that a dime. I was going to
give up when I pushed and my stiff cock slowly slid
into her.

After a couple inches there was slight resistance, and
I pushed through that. She had the tightest pussy I'd
ever felt. She just lay there motionless as I pumped in
and out of her.

It was all just too much, I was going to come already.
I tried to hold off but the combination of her tight
virgin cunt wrapped around my slick cock, and the
little whimpers that she was making as I fucked her
combined to make me shot my load into her. I kept
pumping as spasm after spasm filled her insides.

Then breathlessly I pulled out and shot a final spurt
onto her muscled back, watching as my cum rested on her
smooth tanned skin.

I told lied and said, "Don't worry I didn't come inside
of you, you can feel it on your back."

But she was very worried. "I don't want to get preg-
nant," she cried, knowing that she was fertile and what
had just happened could put her at risk.

I promised that we would use condoms the next time.

The next time that we fucked we used condoms, and she
wasn't as tight as the first time.

After several months her job required that she move to
a different part of the country. We stayed in touch and
I planned to visit her.

= = =

Several months later I did just that. I missed that
hard-body and those breezy brown eyes of her. Neither
of us had fucked in since our last time almost three
months before. We were both horny and started making
out on her couch within minutes of seeing each other.

After a while we were naked and I got up and went to
get a condom out of my bag. Without a word I came back
into the room and laid on top of her, kissed her.

After a minute of deep kisses and rubbing our naked
bodies together I sat up, ripped open the wrapper of
the condom and rolled it on.

Then I egarly laid back down with my cock pressing
against her pussy and kissed her again. I reached down
between us and rubbed my rubber-covered cock against
her pussy.

As usual she was sexually timid and just lay there
while I fucked her, and the contraception was my job.
That day she either wasn't all that wet or the condom
just needed more lubbication, but it wouldn't go in and
I wanted to fuck her in the worst way.

I put my hand down between us, I pulled the condom
off my prick and held it with my other fingers as I
rubbed my naked cock against her pussy. I felt so
good and I was so excited. I could feel the wetness
past her outer lips that wonderful slick feeling of
sex, and used it to lube the end of my cock and
felt it slide in.

Her pussy felt so good as I slid in and out of her, and
I was so aroused at the thought that she unknowingly
had nothing protecting her. I could impregnate her
with my child and she couldn't do anything about it.
It gave me such a rush.

She lay back stupidly as I pumped my sperm into her. I
was crazy with lust as my body spasmed on top of her
splayed open femine pleasure-giver.

Afterwards, I reached down as if carefully pulling off
condom and went into the bathroom to dispose of it.

She sat up happily, without a clue, while my sperm swam
up her into cervix.

During that week we must fucked 20 or 30 times. And
even though I've had better fucks since then, Laura
was my first "bareback" and the one that I'll always
fondest rememories of.

And little Jessica is as cute as her mother, and I'm
sure she'll have the same hard-body as her mom, only
she already has my blue eyes.

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bro sk 33.. bring it on.. pitching my own tent in my own thread to read your story.. lol.. hehe.. carry on with the story and dun stop.. going out to buy more popcorn now..

[sk_33]

Knocking-up Karen

My sister-in-law despises me. Hates me - always has. She
hates me even more now that her skirts don't fit round
her bulging tummy. Yes, I reckon I knocked her up good
and proper and I now have another bastard to my credit.
That makes twenty-seven!

My mission in life is to knock-up as many tarts as possible
and put babies into their tummies. The more they hate me and
the less they want my baby, the more I enjoy banging them
up and giving them something to remember me by. I love
the thought of hurting them months and years after I have
left the scene. I enjoy the thought of their agony and
anguish as they bring up the child they never wanted. The
child that was planted in them by a man they despise and
loathe.

That really turns me on.

I'm not fussy what method I use. Deception, blackmail,
promises (which I never keep) - just as long as the job
gets done. Once they're banged-up, I hang around long
enough to ensure they pass their 'abort-by date' and
then I ditch them. They spend the next six months with
their bellies getting gradually larger. Eventually they
squeeze my baby out from between their legs.

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get another shot up the tube
and give them a second (or even a third) baby to
remember me by. They hate it, but they don't get any
choice. These little tarts were made for breeding.

Take my sister-in-law, Karen. A right little tart, if ever there
was one. She used to dress in short black mini-skirts
and black tights. A right tease. When she bent over, the skirt
would ride up over her bottom and she'd flash her shapely ass
and knickers at me. She used to love to tease me in this
way and never missed a chance to give me a hard-on whenever
I visited. She also wore loose blouses and I could often see
her tits when she bent forward.

She's twenty-three, with long blonde hair and lovely green
eyes. She's been been married to my brother Dave for
five years now, but for some reason, she took an instant dislike to
me and has always despised and even hated me. I heard this via
a mutual friend. It's probably because I'm always mentally
undressing her whenever I see her. Women don't like this, but
it serves the little bitches right for dressing so provocatively.

As soon as I saw her all those years ago I had her ear-marked
for my breeding squad. I had already banged-up ten tarts, and
I vowed she would give me a baby one day and the more she
grew to hate me, the more I knew I just had to knock her up.
It took five years but I finally made it and she is now six
months pregnant with our first child. Of course Dave (my brother)
thinks it's his and I plan to give Karen a couple more kids in
the coming years - particularly now that she hates my guts for
forcing her to get knocked up by me.

Here's how it happened...

Dave has got a few problems. He drinks a lot, and also
gambles. He's a member of a local casino, and despite
everyone (including me) telling him it's a mug's game, he
gradually became addicted. I knew he was in trouble because
he never had any money. He had to sell his car, and he and
Karen were forced to leave their house and move to a much
smaller one due to debt. I make loads of money and that's
probably another reason why Karen hates me. The contrast.

So one day the telephone rings and it's Karen. Now she
hardly EVER calls me. If she does. it's just to speak to
Dave when he's round my place. So I'm quite surprised to
hear her voice on the end of the telephone.

"Er.. hi Brian, it's Karen."

"Karen! It must be Thursday and you're calling for our
regular little chit-chat!"

"Ha ha. O.K., cut the crap Brian. I need your help."

"What's up?"

"It's David. He's really done it this time. He lost
10K at Alberto's last night. We're stuffed. They want
to reclaim the house and we'll be on the streets. Not that
you fucking care you pig."

"Karen, Karen, is this any way to ask your favourite
brother-in-law for a loan?"

She took a deep breath.

"O.k., o.k., sorry. Look....we're in the shit. Can you
help us out?"

Suddenly I knew I had her.

"I'm not sure. Come round at eight tonight and we'll
talk about it."

"Umm.. o.k., I'll see you at eight..."

"Oh Karen...?"

"Yes?"

"Wear your short mini-skirt and black tights. No knickers
under your tights. The loose fitting blouse and no bra."

"Fuck right off you pervert! Who the hell do you think
you're talking too?"

"O.K. Bye Karen..."

"No. No. Wait... don't hang up...."

She breathed quickly and there was panic in her voice.
They must be in real trouble.

There was a long pause.

"O.k. But don't get any funny ideas. I wouldn't bed you
if you were the last man alive."

"Karen, darling. Don't try to win my cooperation by
flattery."

"Piss off you moron. I'll see you at eight. Have
the money ready, and no funny ideas."

With that, she hung up. Such a charmer.

My heart was racing. Here was my long-awaited chance
to bang her sexy little cunt until she conceived. I would
have a little bit of trouble persuading her, but by the tone of
her voice I knew that she was really desperate for the money.

The bell rang at 8p.m. on the dot. I opened the door and
looked at the picture of lust which greeted me. Karen had
taken care with her make-up and hair. Her long blonde
tresses hung over her shoulders and a single wisp fell
down over her forehead giving her a little girl look.
She wore a short, skimpy black mini-skirt and black tights.
Her pure white silk blouse was open at the top two buttons
and I could see her bare breasts jiggling through the fabric.

She had been a good tart and followed my instructions exactly.

I savoured her as she stood in the doorway. I visualised the
little egg in her womb just waiting to be mated by a torrent
of my sperm. Somehow I knew that she would leave my flat as
a mummy - a baby planted firmly in her young belly.

"Come in Karen. You look lovely."

"Fuck off. Have you got the money?"

"Yes."

"Right then. Let's get this over with. What do you
want? A quick feel of my tits? Go ahead you disgusting
pervert. Get on with it and I can go home."

"Sorry Karen. For 10k you're going to have to do a lot
more than that."

She paused and looked at me with pure hatred.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Come into the bedroom and I'll show you."

"You bastard!" She spat, eyes flashing.

"There's the front door, if you want to go." I said, pointing.

She hesitated, then said "O.k., let's get this over with."

She walked quickly ahead of me and into the bedroom where
she lay back on the bed, legs together and arms rigidly
down by her side. Her tiny skirt had ridden up over her
thighs and I could just see her crotch as I walked into
the room. The tights were stretched over her school-girl
like pubes which I could clearly see through the material.

No knickers. Just like I asked.

Without cermony I lay on top of her, still fully clothed.
I went to kiss her, but she kept her lips firmly pressed
together. Good. I love it when they do this. In fact my
favourite game is 'rape the tart until she's pregnant'.

As I lay on top of her, she instinctively clasped her
legs together. I put my crotch over hers and began
little fucking motions. We were both still clothed.

I pressed on with the kissing. In return, she spat at
me. "Hurry up you bastard. Come in your pants if you
must, but get it over with."

I continued to dry-hump her, knowing that I had no
intention of coming in my pants. Instead, I fully
intended to cream her young womb for her.

After five minutes of kissing and humping, her female
instincts took over and she opened her mouth and legs
slightly. That was more like it.

I continued to fuck up and down on top of her and I
could tell that she was slowly getting a little bit
turned on by the sexy little return thrusts she made
now and then.

I reached down between us and unzipped myself. My large
erect cock sprang free at once and jutted straight up
against her crotch. Her eyes opened.

"W..what are you doing?"

"Getting my cock out; what do you think?"

"Surely you're not...you're not...I mean.. I
didn't say we could do...that."

"What you say doesn't count, Karen. I'm the one with
the money, and if you want the loan, you'll do exactly
as I say."

She realised her situation and she stared at me with a
look of complete loathing. She closed her eyes again.

"O.k., but you're not allowed inside me. I'm not on
the pill and in any case I don't want your stinking
cock in my cunt."

Poor tart. She still hadn't realised.

I positioned the head of my prick against the gusset
of her tights where it was stretched around her pubes -
and pushed hard. A full inch of my prick vanished into
her vagina, fully ensheathed with the material of her
tights. Her eyes popped open again in astonishment.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not
protected! Get that cock out of my slit you moron!"

"I'm using your tights as a condom, Karen. That
should be enough protection."

With that, I started to fuck her relentlessly. Due to
the give in her tights, I managed to get about two inches
of tight-covered cock into her with each stroke. It was
an incredible sensation! Of course, I knew that tights
were porous, and so did she.

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"Get off me now, you bastard!" She yelled, and bucked
against me to try and shake me off. "Don't come in my
tights! It'll seep through and make me pregnant!"

"You're right Karen. It would be a shame to mess up
these tights."

With that, I treached down to her crotch, up under her
little skirt, and ripped a small hole in her tights,
right at the crotch. Then with one quick push, I buried
my prick right into her, pulled her close to me and lay
absolutely still.

She howled.

"G..get off me! Brian, I'm not joking! For fuck's sake
get your prick out of me! If you come in me now I'll
end up having your bastard."

I lay perfectly still as she thrashed around under me on the
bed. The sensation was delicious. Suddenly, I grabbed her
hair and pulled it sharply back. Her eyes opened in fear
and pain as she looked at me.

"Listen Karen, you stupid cunt. Do you think you can come
here and get ten grand off me for a quick feel of your
pathetic tits? No chance. I want something really worthhile
for my money. And I want to pay you back for all the times
you've been nasty to me. Believe me KAren, you're going to
pay for the rest of your life."

She looked really frightened at this sudden change.

"What do you want?"

I paused to savour the moment.

"In a minute Karen, I'm going to fuck you really slowly.
My cock is going to bang into the entrance of your womb,
time after time after time. You'll probably get a little
bit turned on, even though you'll hate what is going to

happen to you. Then, when I'm ready, I'm going to pull
your tarty body really close to me, push right into the
depths of your cunt, kiss you and spunk straight into
your womb. The object is to make you pregnant, Karen.
You're going to have my baby, whether you like it or not.
I'm going to fuck you tonight, tomorrow night and for the
next two weeks until you're a good little slut and
conceive for me."

She started to cry.

"Please Brian. Don't. Please don't make me have a baby.
What will David say? I'll do anything you want.
Do you want me to suck you? I'll do that for you Brian.
It'll be good. Honest. But don't knock me up. It's the
worst possible time in my cycle. Even one small squirt of
sperm will knock me up. I'm not protected Brian. Please take
your baby-maker out of me. Please?"

She had developed a 'little-girl' voice in the hope of getting
around me. No chance. I started my slow fucking.

"Take it out of me NOW you bastard!" She spat in my face, suddenly
changing her tune.

I stopped.

"Karen; if you want me to stop, all you have to do is
say 'ENOUGH' and I'll stop immediately and let you
go. You don't get the loan though. If I don't hear you say
that word, I'll assume you want me to go ahead and
impregnate you."

"You...you...absolute piece of SCUM!!" She screamed.

I was still embedded deep in her cunt with the end of my
cock nudging against her womb entrance.

"Sorry? Did I hear you say 'enough'?"

"You utter, utter BASTARD. I'll never forgive you. I'll
have an abortion!"

"Oh, sorry Karen, I forgot to mention three more rules.
Firstly, no abortions. You get half the money when I confirm
that you're knocked-up, and the other half in four months,
when it's too late for a termination."

She sputtered..."And the third rule?"

"Oh yes. The most important one. You're going to beg
me to put a baby in your tummy. Now, and for the next
two weeks until you miss your period. You're coming
here every night and we're going to do this every
night for two weeks. You're going to beg me, Karen,
so you may as well start now."

I began to slowly fuck in and out of the hole in her
tights.

"Never! Never you bastard! Get it over with if you must,
but I'll never beg you."

Suddenly I withdrew my cock and stood up. I quickly
zipped myself up. The speed with which I did this
caught her by surprise. She remained lying on the
bed, legs apart, min-skirt pulled up and her naked
cunt clearly showing through the hole I had ripped in
her tights.

"O.K.," I said, "Off you go then. If you can't abide
by my rules, then the game's over. No loan. I hope you
and Dave can raise the money elsewhere.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at me
in panic. A couple of minutes passed.

"Er..., o.k., you can...um...do it to me."

"Sorry. Too late. I've gone off the idea anyway. See
you around, Karen."

"Look. I've said you can do me. Fuck me 'till I'm
pregnant. Isn't that enough for you?" She said, sulkily.

I walked to the flat door and opened it. "Goodbye, Karen."

She stood up slowly; thinking all the time. She was in
a real panic and I knew she desperately needed that money.
She walked slowly towards me. When she reached me she slowly
shut the flat door and put her arms around me. She rested
her lovely head against my shoulder and wriggled her crotch
against mine, hating every second. I could tell she was crying,
but she kept her face hidden. Eventually, she controlled
her tears enough to whisper into my ear.

"Brian...(sniff)... there's something very special I want
you to give me.. (sniff) something which will last and last."

"What is it Karen? Tell me?"

She paused and gathered all her courage. She pulled me a little
closer and whispered into my ear again.

"I...I want you to..g.give me your baby, Brian."

"How would you like me to do that, Karen?"

"W.well (sniff)..I..I'd like you to take out your baby-maker,
lie me down on the bed, and slip your thing into this hole
in my tights." Here, she guided my hand between her legs and
made me stick a finger through the hole and into her slightly
moist cunt. "Then, I'd really like you to f.fuck my cunt until
your baby-maker gets ready to squirt."

"What then, Karen?"

"Then (gulp) I.I'd like you to f.fuck me hard until your
baby-maker goes into my womb, and shoots me full of your
virile seed. I want you to make me pregnant, Brian. Knock
me up with your baby girl." She put my hand flat onto her tummy.
"Here, Brian. Make my tummy big for me. Make a baby girl
inside me. I want your baby."

This was too much for me. To have this beautiful blonde tart
whispering filth like this into my ear was altogether too
much. I grabbed her hand and led her back to the bedroom.
I threw her onto the bed and as she landed, her skirt rucked
all the way up exposing her crotch.

"Unzip me Karen!"

She reached forward and slowly unzipped my pants. My seven
inch cock sprang free immediately.

"What do you call that, Karen?"

"Y..your baby-maker."

"And where's it going to go?"

"In m.my c.cunt?"

"Correct. And what's it going to do there?"

"M.make a b.baby in my womb..." She started crying again so
I took this opportunity to position my knob-end at the hole
in her tights and then rammed my cock straight home to
the hilt in one sudden motion.

Then I started a slow, fucking motion in which I
withdrem my cock right to the end, and then slowly
fed it back to her, inch after inch, only stopping
when I felt the end knocking at the door of her
womb.

"Now Karen. Start begging - and make it good."

She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her
fate.

"Please give me your baby, Brian. Bang that nasty old
baby-maker into my tarty cunt and spray a baby girl
into my belly." She even started humping back against
me at this point. "Please Brian. Please. I'm totally
vulnerable at the moment. I'm not protected. Spunk
inside me and plant your seed into my womb. There's
a little egg just waiting for your spunk. Come on.
Do it. Knock me up good. Make my skirts tight. Do it!"

Suddenly I grabbed her and held her close, my
cock embedded to the hilt and banging against
the small opening to her womb. I kissed her full
on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouht. Her
eyes flew open at the pain of me forcing my cock
into her womb.

Then I erupted.

Stream after stream of virlile living sperm shot
out of the end of my cock and straight into her
womb. I just came and came and came, encouraged
by the thought that she was conceiving right at
that moment. I shot it so far up her that no amount
of douching would get rid of it, and in any case,
I had a further surprise for her...

"Have a baby, Karen. There you go....little tart.
Feel it squirting in your womb? Thats's a male cock
raping a child into you. I'll give you something to
remember me by. Something which will last and last.
Your belly is going to swell right up you little cunt.
Take it!"

She felt every single spurt in the back of her cunt
and I knew that she realised that she had been
knocked-up by a man she hated. Now that the deed
was done, the look in her eyes was one of murder.

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"Alright. You've done it. Now get off me and let
me go to the bathroom. I'm dying for a pee."

I knew what she was up to. She still hoped to be
able to wash the sperm away.

"Sorry Karen. I forgot the last rule. You lie
here for ten minutes with my cock inside you.
Just to let the sperm do its work."

She closed her eyes and groaned, knowing that
she had truly been caught. We lay there in
silence for five minutes, with my sperm swimming
strongly towards her waiting egg.

"Look Brian, I really do have to pee badly. I'm
bursting."

I pressed my weight harder onto her bladder.

"Go ahead. I don't mind you wetting my bed. In fact,
you're not going anywhere until you do."

"W.what? Haven't you had enough?"

I fell silent. Ten more minutes went by during which
one lucky sperm found her egg and buried its way inside.
As we lay there, she fell pregnant with a baby girl.

She started to wriggle under me. I knew she was desperate.
After a short while, she went very quiet. Then I felt her
relax and was rewarded by the sound of hissing and a rapidly
forming damp patch on the bed underneath us. She went red, but
kept on pissing and pissing. Eventually the flood subsided.

"Now please let me get up and douche. It might not be too late."

"You want to douche? Allow me!" I held her close to me again
and kissed her full on the mouth. I think she was taken by
surprise as she thought it must surely be all over. She was
even more surprised when I started pissing inside her cunt.
She struggled like mad, But I held onto her really tight and
pissed and pissed up her cunt until her slit was full of
smelly urine. It overflowed and made the bed even wetter.

Eventually I let her go. She screamed and leapt off the bed.
All the urine I had pumped into her cunt came gushing out
into her tights and ran down her legs. She grabbed her skirt
and made for the door, spitting with rage. A well knocked-up
little piss-filled slut. Just the way I like 'em.

"Same time tomorrow!" I yelled, as she slammed the door.

[sk_33]

The Bad Seed

I should've realized what was going to happen, but I refused to see it. I
couldn't believe that such evil existed, and by denying it, I ruined the rest
of my life. I can never forget what happened to me, no matter how much I might wish to.

It started back when we were teenagers -- my brother Billy and I. Billy
and I were two of six kids, raised in your average family. He was four years
older than I was, and for the most part ignored me -- except when I turned
thirteen. I was the only girl in the family, and I've since read that it's
normal to see some sexual activity between siblings -- playing doctor and so
forth -- and that's pretty much what happened then. He'd trap me in my room and try to pull up my shirt so he could see my newly growing breasts, that sort of thing. Our other brothers did it too, but not nearly as much. It went on for a while, until I finally complained to my mother -- and she made them stop. I didn't think about it often, but every once in a while, in the years that followed, I'd catch Billy looking at me with an odd gleam in his eye -- that made me nervous. But it had stopped, and once he went away to college, I more or less forgot about it.

Well, when I was 17 Billy got married to Shanda, a really nice girl. They
were both barely graduated from college, and it looked like they had a nice
life ahead of them. Shanda came from a very wealthy family, and Billy started
working in her father's stockbroking firm, and quickly was promoted. Within
four years they had had a house, two nice cars, plenty of money -- everything they could want. Except a child. I'll never forget the day that Billy came over to the house and told us the doctors said Shanda could never have children. He was devestated.

I felt really bad for him. He and I had never been close, but over time
I'd stopped being mad at him for "fooling around" with me when I was younger. I'd gotten a psych degree, and I knew that it wasn't that abnormal. Plus, he'd stopped being a bossy older brother, and had been really nice to me when I was in college -- a couple times he sent me money just because -- said he knew I was a starving college student. And now, with the pain of Shanda's infertility shadowing his life, I thought I could help him. I was working in a bookstore that summer, waiting to get into grad school, since a plain psych degree was useless. I began to spend a lot of time with Billy and Shanda, trying to help them out. I had a lot of free time on my hands, since my boyfriend Jeff was on active duty in the Gulf. We'd been seeing each other for almost two years, and I was sure he was Mr. right. He was as religious as I was, and we both didn't believe in sex before marriage. I knew I was lucky to have someone like that, and I couldn't wait for him to come home at Christmas. He'd been hinting around that we'd maybe get engaged then, and I couldn't wait.

And then... one hot July night I stopped over Billy's house to take him
some dinner. Shanda had gone to Florida for the week to see her parents, and Mom wanted to be sure Billy ate right, since he'd probably subsist off of chips if no one was there to cook for him. I walked in the house -- I had a key -- and there was Billy, lying on the couch wearing a tee shirt and boxers. I put down the casserole Mom had sent, and walked over to him -- he looked like he was asleep. The air conditioning made the room artic, so I decided to cover him up. Just as I was reaching for the afghan -- his hand shot up and grabbed my arm.

He pulled me down on top of him, and before I knew it, we were on the
floor, with him on top of me, groping at me, pulling my sundress up. "Billy --
what are you doing," I shouted! "Stop it!" In response, he slapped me across the face, hard. It stunned me long enough for him to rip off my panties. "I'm gonna fuck you Laura" he said, his voice thick and urgent. I stared up in his face with shock -- he looked like a stranger. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy, and despite the chilly air in the room, his face was beaded with sweat.
"No -- no! I'm your sister -- you can't do this," I cried! He just laughed,
and fell on top of me, kissing my face, licking and sucking at my neck. My
futile struggles just inflamed his lust more. "I've got to fuck you Laura," he
gasped, as he pulled down his shorts. His manhood sprang out at me, huge,
swollen, and hard as a rock. "I've wanted to fuck you for years -- and I know
you want it too!" With that, he fell on top of me, and pried my legs open. I
screamed, and tried to push him away, but it was no use -- he was much too
strong for me. Before I knew it he was between my legs, and with one thrust, tore deep inside of me.

I screamed with pain, and he moaned with pleasure as he realized he had
taken my virginity. He began to thrust up and down inside me, over and over
again, moaning with pleasure as he raped me. "Oh Laura... man, you're so
tight... oh god" he called out as he pumped away furiously at me. I could only lay there and sob as my own brother raped me, feeling awash with shame as his powerful thrusts pushed us across the floor. I looked up at him once, and his face was smeary with bliss as he raped his only sister. "mmmm, good..." he moaned as he licked and sucked at my face. It seemed to go on forever. I closed my eyes, but I could feel his body shudder, I could still hear his grunts of pleasure, and winced when he called my name out in ecstasy. "Oh Laura -- you feel so good! Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh baby" he called. Finally, his movements grew more frantic, and with a final shuddering thrust, he came deep inside me, and collapsed on top of me. He laid there for what seemed like hours, trapping me beneath him. When he finally let me up, I ran straight out the door, went home, locked myself in the bathroom, and sobbed in the shower for hours.

I didn't report it. How could I? How could I tell the world that my own
brother had raped me? It would destroy my family -- my dad had a bad heart and telling him that his daughter had been raped by her own brother could kill him! No -- I didn't tell. I kept silent, avoided Billy at all costs whenever I
could. The few times I was forced to be around him, he acted like nothing was amiss, and I did too. It seemed best that way, to forget, pretend it never happened. I couldn't cope with it any other way.

And then -- three months later, as I sat on the examining table at my
family doctors, and heard him say "Laura, you're pregnant," I realized the
nightmare would never be over. I was pregnant with Billy's child, my own
brother had made me pregnant. There was no forgetting it now. Abortion was against my religion -- I would have to give birth to my brother's child, and my life was over.

[sk_33]

I told my parents first. Of course they wanted to know who the father
was -- since it couldn't have been Jeff. I made up a lame story about getting
drunk at a party -- and that I didn't know who my baby's father was. They were
devestated. We're a conventional Catholic family, and even in this day and
age, an unmarried, pregnant daughter was something to be ashamed of. I never
even got the chance to tell Jeff. Somehow, his sister heard about my pregnancy
and told him before I could. He sent me a letter, calling me a whore and a
slut, and broke up with me.

I will never forget the look on Billy's face when I told him that I was
pregnant with his child. He was delighted. "What's wrong with you!" I cried.
"I'm your sister! You raped me and now I'm pregnant with your baby! Aren't you
ashamed!" He shrugged, and said "Why do you think I raped you? I wanted to
make you pregnant. Shanda can't ever give me children, and if I divorced her,
I'd lose everything. She wanted to adopt, but I want a child of my own blood.
So, I raped you, got you pregnant, and once my child is born, Shanda and I will
adopt it. This way, I know it's mine". I could only stare at him, aghast. It
had all been planned! And now, I was pregnant by Billy, and had no choice but
to give birth to his baby. I laughed in his face and told him that unless he
wnted to identify himself as the father of my baby, there was nothing he could
do to keep me from giving it to strangers. That took the smug look off his
face -- he apparently hadn't thought of that.

The months passed with agonizing slowness. As my belly swelled bigger
and bigger with my brother's child, I grew more and more depressed. I spent
all of my time alone with my shame, at home. My family was ashamed of me and
my pregnancy. all of my friends had deserted me, and I knew the whole town was
talking about me. I guess that's why I got attached to the baby. There was no
one else to talk to, and it wasn't the baby's fault that I had been raped by my
brother. I'd lay awake at night and caress my bulging belly, wanting so much
to keep my baby, but knowing I couldn't. I was so young, only 21, and I had no
way to support myself, let alone a baby. My parents had made it clear that my
only choice was adoption -- they wouldn't support me and my baby. And I
couldn't stand the thought of handing my child over to strangers, never to see
it again.

And so... when I was eight months pregnant, I asked Mom to have Billy and
Shanda over to the house. I hadn't seen much of either of them, and the few
times I had seen Billy I ignored him. The whole family gathered around the
table, and I sobbed as I said I wanted Billy and Shanda to adopt my baby. It
was the only way. As much as I hated Billy for raping me and forcing me to
have his baby, he was still the child's father. This way, our baby would be
with one of his parents. And I could see him grow up. Shanda started crying
and thanking me over and over again. If she only knew what a monster she had
married!

Nine months after Billy raped me I gave birth to our son. Both Billy and
Shanda were there with me, and the nurse gave our son to Billy first. I never
hated him more than at that minute, watching him hold our baby. He had gotten
what he wanted, a child of his own, but at my expense. I barely saw my son at
all after the birth -- Shanda had him almost every moment. And once I signed
the adoption papers, I left town, courtesy of Shanda's family, who paid for two
years at the Sorbonne for me. It was better that way, everyone said. The baby
- who of course was named after Billy -- would be able to bond with his new
parents this way, and it would be easier on me.

It wasn't, it was so hard. In the two years that I was gone, I only saw
one picture of my son, taken when he was just a week old. No one mentioned him
in the letters and phone calls. I didn't see my son till he was two years old.
It took my breath away when I did see him -- he looked exactly like his father.
Which of course, everyone chalks up to his being the boy's uncle. Well,
eventually I moved away, and married a good man. Ted doesn't know about my
son, it's the family secret. Little Billy doesn't know that he was adopted,
and they plan on never telling him that his aunt is actually his mother. Ted
and I see the family once a year, and it's hard. I found out just this last
week that I can't have any more children myself. Ted says it doesn't matter,
but I am left knowing that I can never claim my son.

[sk_33]

Insemination

Summer TV generally sucked. It was only the second week
of summer vacation and I was already bored out of my
mind. We lived way out in the desert, out in the middle
of nowhere, ten miles away from the nearest anything,
and there was just nothing at all for us to do.

"Bored much, Tamesin?" asked my twenty-year-old sister,
Madison as she walked into the living room. She was
home from college for the summer.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Well, turn off the TV for a moment. I've got something
I wanted to talk with you about."

"Ok." I turned off the television and turned towards my
sister as she sat down on the couch next to me. "So
what's up?"

Madison took a deep breath. "Well. I need your help
with something."

"Ok."

"I'm working on an experiment for my classes."

"What kind?"

"It's a biological experiment."

I nodded. She was majoring both biology and psych. "Ok.
And?"

"Well... I plan to get pregnant. I want to have a baby
and use certain techniques to raise him or her."

"Oh. Ok. Sounds a little weird, but ok." I wasn't at
all clear where this was going. "What does this have to
do with me?"

Looking me in the eye, Madison said, "I want you to be
the father."

I was happy I was sitting down, or I probably would
have fallen over. "What?" I managed to say after three
tries.

"I want you to be the father of my baby."

"Uh... ok. There's like a billion things wrong with
that," I said. "I'm your brother and I only turned
thirteen just last month."

"You're a boy, and you're fertile," she said.
"Probably, anyhow. At thirteen you'll produce quite a
bit of sperm."

"Uh... yeah... but, like, if we, you know, had sex,
that would be illegal." I blushed at the very thought
of it.

"I wasn't proposing to have sex with you."

"Oh." I wasn't sure how to take that now.

"What I want you to do is to masturbate into a cup. You
bring me your sperm, I'll suck it up with these
eyedropper-like things, insert them into my vagina and
squirt your semen into me. That way I'll get pregnant
with your baby."

"Oh."

"See, there's lots of nonsense out there about
inbreeding. It's my hope that I can give birth to a
perfectly normal baby, raise it and have it turn out
just fine. I won't reveal that my brother fathered the
baby until he or she turns eighteen. By then the
Statute of Limitations would have expired, assuming
there's anything illegal about this, which I'm not sure
of."

"Oh."

"It's my contention," Madison went on, "that a child
born of brother/sister parentage will turn out to be
better than either. All the best attributes of both for
intelligence, looks, personality, etcetera."

"Oh."

"So what do you say?"

"Oh."

"Something more answer like than that would be nice,"
Madison pointed out.

I shook my head to clear it. "Uh... I don't know,
Madison. I mean, this whole thing sounds more than
little bit... I don't know. Weird."

She nodded. "I understand. You don't have to do it, but
it would be very helpful to me. The whole experiment
hinges on finding a baby who has a brother and sister
for parents and the best way to be sure of that is to
get pregnant by you."

For some reason, I had a raging hard on. I did my best
to ignore and it and decided to stall for time. "Can I
have a few days to think about it?"

"Sure. Try to make up your mind as soon as possible,
though. We only have the summer and this won't be the
most efficient way of making myself pregnant."

"What would be the most efficient way?" I asked
distantly.

"Well, having sex, obviously."

"Oh, right." I took a deep breath. "Ok. Look. I need
some time to think about this, ok? I'll let you know as
soon as I make up my mind."

"Fair enough. I'll talk with you later," Madison said
as she stood up and walked from the room.

There was no way I could sort this out easily,
especially given the distraction of my very hard penis.
I spent all day trying hard to figure out what to do.
Finally I ended up retiring to my bedroom, hoping that
I could lay down and think about this without any
distractions.

As I laid there on my bed, I thought about all the
possibilities. It might be really cool to have a baby
with my sister. It would kind of suck that I would be a
father without getting laid, but still. None of my
other friends had done anything similar.

While I thought about this, I reached down and unzipped
my pants, reaching inside to extract my penis and
stroking it slowly while thinking. It was a mind-
blowing idea. The more I thought about it, the more
that I liked it. Could I really say yes?

My orgasm hit me by surprise while I pictured my sister
pregnant with my baby. I had barely enough time to get
my hand under my penis and catch a handful of sperm
before it all splattered onto me. Moving awkwardly and
pulling up my pants without spilling any of my sperm, I
made my way out into the hall and knocked on my
sister's door.

She opened it. "Oh, hey, Tamesin. What's up?"

"Uh... I got something for you." Rather awkwardly and
feeling very embarrassed, I held out my spermy hand.

"Is that...?" She leaned close. "It is! Hold still!"

Madison vanished into her room and came back with what
looked like, and probably was, an eyedropper. She used
that to suck up as much of my sperm as she could.

"Thanks, Tamesin," she said, giving me a little hug.
"Next time try to get it in a cup, ok?" She handed me a
small plastic sleeve full of cups.

"Yeah, ok. When will we know when you're pregnant?"

"Well, I'll be doing pregnancy tests pretty often. I'll
let you know what happens each time, ok?"

"Ok."

"Ideally," she continued, "we'll need to be doing this
a couple times each day."

"Ok. I think I can manage that."

"Great!" Madison gave me another hug. "Well, I have to
get busy. See ya, and thanks!" She shut her door.

I stood there for a few seconds and then went back to
my bedroom, mind swimming with thoughts about what
Madison was doing right now.

[sk_33]

The next couple weeks crept past. Twice each day, once
in the morning and once at night, I would masturbate
into a cup and bring it to my sister. She'd take my
sperm, disappear into her bedroom and do her thing.
Hopefully we'd know soon if it had worked.

One morning just as I was getting ready to jerk off,
there was a little knock at my bedroom door. Opening
it, I saw Madison standing there.

"Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Well, Tamesin, I just took a pregnancy test."

My heart skipped a little. "And?" I asked carefully.

"I'm not pregnant yet."

"Oh." I wasn't sure how to feel.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll make this work," she said,
patting me on the shoulder.

"So why hasn't it worked yet?"

"Well... it's possible that too much of the sperm is
dying or becoming inactive in the time you ejaculate to
the time I get it inside my vagina. Two or three
minutes might not sound like much, but it can make a
difference."

"Ok."

"So what we need to do is somehow decrease the amount
of time. And to that end, I have an idea."

"Oh?"

Madison nodded. "What I'm wanting to do is this: next
time you masturbate, I'll be in the room with you, and
I'll just be wearing a bathrobe. That way when you
climax, I can get the sperm and get it inside me all
within less than a minute."

"So, you're going to be here while I'm jerking off?" I
wasn't too sure about this idea.

Madison shrugged. "I think it's the best way to get
this done."

"And you'll put my sperm in you while you're in here?"

"Yes."

I thought about that. "That might be interesting to
see."

"You're welcome to watch if you want. I can hardly say
no, seeing as it's your sperm that's going to be going
into me."

"Yeah." Despite my misgivings my penis had hardened up
considerably. "Ok. Do you want to do this right now?"

"Let me go get my stuff. I'll be right back." Madison
was gone and returned in less than two minutes. Once
she was back in my room she said, "Alright, I'm ready
when you are," and sat down on the chair at my desk.

Blushing and feeling really shy, I got on my bed and
pulled the blanket up over my body. I then reached into
my boxers and pulled out my hard penis, giving it a
couple tugs.

Madison was sitting there, watching me. This put me off
my game.

"Uh... would you mind... like... turning around or
something?"

"Oh! Sure, sorry." She turned around and faced the
wall, taking a book off my desk and looking through it.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget that my sister was
here as I began masturbating a little more. The blanket
was making a rhythmic rustling noise as I beat off, but
I tried my best to ignore that, hoping Madison wouldn't
hear it.

I tried my best to get off, but it just wasn't working.
Finally I had to give up. I sat back with an annoyed
sigh.

"What's wrong?" Madison asked.

"I just can't... you know... with you in here," I said,
feeling like a dork.

"Oh... well, I have an idea."

"What?"

Madison sat back and propped her legs up on either arm
of the chair, lifting and spreading them as she did so.
She had only a skirt on and, I knew now, no panties. I
was looking at my first ever real life vagina.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Does this help?" she asked, smiling a little as she
took a finger and rubbed it along her slit.

"Yeah... hell, yeah!" I said, grabbing hold of my penis
and stroking as fast as I could, no longer caring if my
sister saw.

"You should pull back the blanket," she said. "That way
you won't get any sperm on it."

"Ok." I pulled the blanket back, exposing my hard penis
to my sister for the first time, and leaving me
basically naked, since all I was wearing were boxers
that were pulled down. I began jerking as fast as I
could, knowing that now I would have no trouble
cumming. Seconds later, I let out a low moan and my
penis seemed to explode, sperm shooting out all over my
bare chest and hand.

"Wonderful!" my sister said, hoping down from the chair
and coming over to me. "Now hold still." She took one
of the little eyedroppers and held it against my
stomach, sucking up some of my sperm. She did the same
with another one and then sat back down, spreading her
legs wide.

Now my eyes went about as wide as Madison’s legs did,
as I watched her insert one of the eyedroppers into her
vagina and give it a squeeze. She followed suit with
the second one and then sat back looking pleased.

"Alrighty," my sister said, giving me a happy smile.
"With any luck, I'll be pregnant in a few minutes."

"Cool," I whispered, somewhat overwhelmed by the
thought.

Madison walked over and gave me a little kiss on the
cheek. "I'll see you later tonight," she said as she
walked off.

As for me, I laid back with a stupid little grin on my
face, my penis still slightly hard as I thought about
my sister being pregnant by me and as I thought about
how cool it had been to see her vagina.

[sk_33]

Another couple weeks went past, me ejaculating every
day and watching my sister suck it up into the
eyedropper for another round of attempted impregnation.
Each time she did it I had the joy of watching her
stick something into her vagina. She didn't always
masturbate with me, but at least I got to see my sperm
going into her.

Finally the day of the next pregnancy test came up. I
waited impatiently outside the bathroom while my sister
did her thing. After a few minutes she came out with a
little frown on her face.

I drooped a little. "Not pregnant?"

"No."

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling somehow responsible for my
sperm not doing their job. Get to work, guys! I wanted
to shout.

"That's ok, we'll just keep trying," Madison said,
giving me a little kiss on the cheek. "You up for it
right now?"

"Hell, yeah."

"Good. Let's go."

It wasn't too much longer after the conversation that I
had yet another orgasm while my sister watched and
waited. It wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, but it
certainly wasn't bad. I laid back and watched as she
sucked up my sperm with her two eyedroppers. Suddenly
an idea occurred to me.

"Hey, Madison, wait a second," I said as she was
getting ready to put the eyedropper into her vagina.

"What?"

"Can I..." I blushed a little, despite the fact that I
was currently naked, laying on top of my bed with some
remnants of sperm on my stomach while my semi-naked
sister was sitting across from me with two eyedroppers
of semen ready to stick into her vagina. "Would you
mind... I mean... can I... like... put it in you?"

"The sperm?"

"Yeah."

"Uh... well, sure, I guess." She handed me the
eyedroppers and said, "Here, let me lay on your bed.
It'll be easier that way."

"Ok."

I moved aside as my sister got comfy on my bed. Once
she was settled she spread her legs high and wide and
said, "Ok. You think you know where it goes?"

"I think so." Shaking a little I reached out and poked
the first eyedropper against what I thought was the
right place. "Here?"

"Yes."

Very slowly I began to insert the eyedropper, thinking
how cool it was to see it sliding into Madison's
vagina. Once it was all the way inside I gave it a
little squeeze, seeing my sperm shoot up into her. It
was way cool. I did this again with the second one and
by the time I was done my penis was massively hard
again.

"That was sweet," I said, sitting back a little.

"Glad you liked it." Madison smiled at me.

I looked down at my penis. "Uh... if you want, I can
give you some more right now?"

Madison laughed. "Let's save it for later tonight, ok?"

"Ok."

She sat up and gave me a little hug. "I'll see you
later!" she said, gathering up her things and heading
back to her bedroom.


* * *


For another month Madison and I continued this little
ritual. Now things were getting a little more tense,
however, since there were only three weeks before she
had to go back to college. We were both very hopeful
that her next pregnancy test would show a plus rather
than a minus.

"Negative."

No such luck.

"Damnit!" I said, feeling annoyed.

"Don't worry," Madison said, putting her hand on my
shoulder. "We'll make this work. I have a little idea
to try. I'll meet you in your bedroom in a couple
minutes."

"Ok."

I went to my bedroom and got naked, laying on top of my
bed, idly stroking my penis and wondering what
Madison's plans were.

When she came into my room, my sister was wearing a
bathrobe. She said, "Ok, here's the idea. The problem
is probably a matter of too much of your sperm dying
before I get it into my vagina. So I'm thinking that
what I'll do is lay on my back and when you get ready
to cum, you hold your penis right up against the
entrance to my vagina. That way your sperm should go
directly from you into me without any problems."

"Oh!" I thought about this. "Uh... sure, ok."

Madison pulled the bathrobe off and was now entirely
naked. I'd seen her vagina more times than I could
count, but hadn't ever seen her breasts before. If I
hadn't already had a major hard on, this certainly
would have given me one. She laid on my bed next to me.

"Right, now get between my legs as you masturbate. Then
when you're about to cum, just move really close and
put your penis right here," she said, spreading her
vagina open and showing me the small hole I'd gotten
familiar with lately.

"Ok."

I crouched between my sister's legs and stared directly
at her vagina as I started masturbating. It was a
beautiful view! As I masturbated I thought about how
incredibly cool it was that I might, with any luck, be
a father in nine months as a result of our activities!
Wow!

These thoughts, as they often did, drove me ever closer
to an orgasm. As I felt it building up, I whispered to
Madison, "I'm gonna cum soon..."

"Quick, put it right here!" my sister said, holding her
vagina wide open.

I moved forward, touching the tip of my penis to her
wetness. I pushed slightly, just enough for a little
bit of the tip to go in, and then started cumming
harder than I'd ever cum before. I my best to keep
myself steady, hoping that enough of my sperm would get
inside my sister to make a difference.

When I was done cumming, I sat back, a tiny string of
semen connecting the tip of my penis to my sister's
vagina. It snapped eventually. I saw just a tiny bit of
sperm leaking out of her, but not a great deal. I hoped
most of it had ended up inside.

"Do you think it worked?" I asked as I sat back on my
knees.

"I hope so!" Madison said, continuing to lay on her
back, letting my sperm flow into her body. "I think it
probably helped, at least. Much more of your sperm
should have survived the trip this time."

"Cool." I looked at her vagina and pictured my little
boys swimming. "It's really kind of... awesome to think
about, you know?"

"Yeah."

I laid down next to her. "What are you going to do with
the baby once it's born?"

Madison shrugged. "I'll raise it and take good care of
it. No one will know who the father is until the baby
is eighteen, and then you'll get the credit you
deserve." She smiled at me.

"Cool." I grinned back.

"I hope if it's a boy he winds up looking like you,"
Madison said, smiling at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're a good looking boy." She ran her fingers
down my bare chest. "Especially when you're naked."

I giggled a little. "You're pretty nice naked, too."

Madison let her hand drift down my body. She let it
come to a rest on my still hard penis. She'd never
touched me there before. As she gave it a couple slow
strokes, she said, "It's very nice thinking that
because of this, I'll have a baby."

I let out the breath I'd been holding since she touched
me. "Yeah..."

"Tamesin?"

"Yeah?"

"You think you can cum again?"

"Like now? Yeah."

"Well... get between my legs again. We can try
something else." My sister's voice had an odd quality
to it.

"Ok." I got up and knelt between her legs, looking down
at her vagina. "Now what?"

"Put your penis against my vagina again."

"Ok." I did so.

"Now..." Madison reached up and put her hands on my
shoulders, tugging me down towards her. "Lower yourself
down a little."

"Uh... ok." I lowered my body down on top of my sister.
It was hard to keep my penis positioned just right,
though. I started feeling an odd sensation around the
tip. "Uh... Madison?" I asked, putting two and two
together as I felt a strange, warm wetness work itself
around the tip of my penis and then slowly along the
shaft.

"Shhh..."

"But I think I'm-"

She put her fingers on my lips. "Shhh..."

"But... I'm going into you..." I whispered.

"I know..." she said, pulling me closer.

"Oh, god," I whispered, feeling the last bit of my
thirteen-year-old virgin penis sliding into place deep
inside my sister's tight twenty-year-old vagina. My
sister and I locked eyes as my pubic hair merged with
hers. Sparks of pleasure were shooting from my penis
and going out all over my body. I'd never felt anything
so amazing! I was actually inside a girl!

"What do you think?" Madison asked me quietly. I could
feel her heart beating fast inside her chest.

"I think... I... oh, it's wonderful..."

"You think you can... move it around a little...?"

"Yeah..." I flexed my hips, feeling my penis move
slightly inside my sister's vagina. It felt good, so I
kept doing it. It was sweet.

Under me, Madison was moving around, wrapping her legs
around my waist, moaning a little and shivering with
pleasure. She started whispering into my ear, "Fuck me,
little brother... fuck me... give me a baby... fuck
me..."

I began fucking as fast as I could, trying hard not to
slip out of Madison. Hearing her talk like that,
realizing that I was actually fucking a girl and that I
might get, I hoped, get her pregnant, was so fantastic
I couldn't believe it.

Soon my thrusts became very rapid and short. I started
breathing very, very hard as the pleasure swept over my
young body. Then I let out a grunt of pure joy as my
penis began firing off inside my sister's heavenly
vagina. I fired off several hard blasts of sperm into
her.

As soon as I was done cumming, I fell on top of her,
totally overwhelmed by everything I'd experienced, my
sister gently stroking my hair and whispering, "You did
good, little brother... you did real good..."

We fucked every chance we had after that. Almost every
time we did it, I was on top of her, the logic being
that my sperm would have a better chance of getting her
pregnant that way. I didn't really care too much at
this point. All I knew is that I was getting as much
sex as any young boy could hope for.