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Taken from: X-FAMILY LETTERS, Sept. '95, pg. 80

                        LOVE AND THE FAMILY WAY


        I've been reading and enjoying your magazine for years. Recently,
a trend in some of the letters makes me more willing to tell you about
myself and the life I've led. This is a story about my mother, my wife,
my two sisters, my daughter, and me. What makes it different is that
I'm talking about a total of three people.

        My mom was born in the hill country of Tennessee. It was one of
those dirt-poor hollows you read about where incest is the norm and
a virgin is a girl who can outrun her brothers. Mom didn't want to outrun
her father and when he popped her cherry she was delighted. They stayed
together until he died in a mine accident ten years later.

        I was nine when my dad died. I always knew she was both my mother
and my sister and it didn't seem all that strange. I knew other kids who
could give multiple definitions to their relatives.

	In my late teens we moved north and into the city. I was starting
to get interested in girls, but the most important girl I knew was Mom.
I began to see her in a new light. We were never modest and so I had
seen her naked many times. Her breasts would be considered smallish
by today's standards, but they were shapely and firm. The nipples were
scarlet and when she got turned on they stuck out like pencil erasers.
Her pussy was lightly covered with red hair that didn't hide her cunt
but adorned it.

	I had slept in her bed more than a few times. At my age, of course not 
much happened. She'd let me suck her tits sometimes if I had a nightmare or felt 
lonely, but that had been love, not lust.

	Things changed as I got older. When I had wet dreams, Mom smiled and 
reassured me that it was okay. I got even more interested in her body and often 
faked some sort of distress so I could suck her nipples. She saw right through 
me and I found it harder to get into bed with her. She told me to wait awhile 
and that when I was older she would see to it that I got the right sort of 
sexual sendoff.

	When I turned nineteen, Mom began to teach me. First she let me see and 
touch her breasts again. I learned to stroke, lick and kiss. She let me suck 
them only when I had earned it by arousing her. Then I would jack off and she 
would watch.

	Soon she was teaching me pussy. She set me down in front of her, spread 
her legs and pulled the lips apart so I could see her. She taught me where to 
lick and how to finger her, and while I did what she said, she was working my 
cock with her fingers. We often came together. She taught me sisty-nine and I 
was in heaven.

	Finally I learned to fuck. Mom had never discussed birth control. To Mom's 
way of thinking, if you thought having a baby with your lover was wrong you 
shouldn't fuck them. So the first time I went into her cunt, and every time 
thereafter, I was bare petered. Some might say it was irresponsible of us, but 
we saw it the other way. She was teaching me to take responsibility for myself 
by keeping sex a part of love. The message was, "Don't fuck if you don't mean 
it."

	We had been fucking for more than a year when it happened. Mom was 
pregnant and very happy. I was happy and proud. I had knocked up my Mom/SIster 
and could think of nothing greater. When my Renee was born I was even happier 
and I was delighted in all the ways I could describe her; she was my daughter, 
my sister, even my niece, and I planned to one day add a new title: my wife.

	I guess all daughters steal all father's hearts and Renee surely did steal 
mine, bright and lovely even as a child. Of course, times had changed and I knew 
I would never go to her as early as my father had with my mother. I tried to 
keep sex out of our father/daughter relationship then, but she would sometimes 
bring it up. When she was eighteen, Mom and I had explained our kinship and told 
her we weren't ashamed of it; we kept quiet about it only because of the law. A 
few days later, Renee asked me to teach her to love, like Mom had taught me.

	At eighteen, Renee was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and the 
center of the universe for me. I told her I loved her and asked her to marry me. 
I said I had the contacts we needed to get her false I.D. and if she agreed we 
could be together openly without anyone knowing. Her answer was a fast yes. We 
got married in Reno with Mom as our witness. She refused to come with us on the 
honeymoon and in fact moved back to Tennessee to let us be a normal married 
couple.

	That night in our room I kissed Renee as deeply as possible and asked her 
once more if she was sure. "Daddy, I have loved you completely since I was a 
little girl and you could have had me anytime."

	I stripped her slowly and carefully. I had avoided seeing her naked until 
now because I wanted to keep myself under control, and bacause I wanted to save 
the pleasure of viewing her charms for this magic night. I removed her blouse 
first and stared at her marvelous tits. She was a small girl, an A-cupper, but 
with perfect form and deep red nipples. I licked the nipples and then sucked her 
whole left breast into my mouth, chewing lightly on the nip. When I pulled back, 
her nipple was hard and an inch long. I repeated the process on her right tit 
with the same result.

	Now her skirt and then her panties dropped to the floor. She had shaved 
her slit to baby smoothness. I asked why and her answer drove me wild. "Well, 
Daddy I just wanted to show you what you missed by not fucking me years ago. Do 
it now." I wanted to suck her cunt, but she wasn't kidding; she wanted me in her 
then and there, no more preliminaries.

	I ripped off my own clothes and brought the head of the hardest cock I had 
ever sported to the mouth of her cunt and Renee pushed her ass up and out to 
lodge me in her. I pushed down hard and fast and her cherry barely knew what hit 
it. We were joined at last.

	I began to pump her slowly to make sure I didn't hurt her any more than 
her lost virginity demanded. She never complained, but soon began to move her 
ass up and down, picking up the tempo. I felt her cunt grab my cock and she came 
repeatedly. "I love you, Renee. Daddy loves you so much. Your pussy is so tight, 
so hot, so good, baby. Daddy's going to come soon!"

	"Yes, Daddy, do it! Come in me! Shoot, Daddy, come into baby's cunt. Come 
in your baby girl, Daddy. Put your sperm in your daughter's pussy, please! Baby 
wants a baby!"

	I couldn't help myself. I shot off like a cannon, dumping my sperm into 
her wildy. I was in something of a daze as I slipped out of her, while she kept 
her ass elevated with a pillow. "Did you mean that, Renee; so you want a baby?" 
I asked her.

	"I'm your wife. I mean to have my husband's children and I plan on a large 
family. You made me with your mother and she made you with her father. I think 
it is our family's way of getting in the family way. Our maother told me the 
same thing she told you: If you're afraid to have a baby with your lover, you 
shouldn't be lovers. I don't mean we can't have sex just for fun, but we should 
always be ready to let our love and our fun have a beautiful outcome. I want you 
as my lover and the father of my children. THat's what I meant when I said, "I 
do."

	I loved her more than ever after that and I wanted to teach her all the 
ways of love our mother had shown me. She let me eat her pussy the second night. 
Fresh and clean and sweet was my baby's pussy juice. I loved doing it to her. 
She surprised me when she wouldn't let me come in her mouth or fuck her in the 
ass, however. She said there would be a better time later.

	Five months after our wedding, Renee came home from shopping and errands. 
She dropped to her knees in front of the couch and began to lick my cock, and as 
it stiffened she began to suck. She started to move her head up and down, faster 
and faster until I had to warn her that I was about to come. She never slowed 
and I popped a gusher into her mouth and down her throat. It was the first time 
I had come in her mouth and I asked what was the occasion.

	"I've been to the doctor and he gave me wonderful news. I'm pregnant, 
Daddy. I'm going to have your baby. And to celebrate, it's time for you to fuck 
my cherry asshole!"

	That established a pattern that we have never changed. Renee will only let 
me come in her mouth or butt-fuck her if she is knocked up. We have had eight 
children; two sons and six daughters. Renee believes that the kids should know 
the kind of total love we have had, and to live by her rule of not fucking 
people you wouldn't want to have a baby with. She is pregnant with her ninth 
child, but I am not the father. My oldest son made this one. The baby will be 
his third; his other two children were with his sisters.

	My second son married my oldest daughter last year and she is currently 
pregnant with their second child. She also has one from her other brother, and 
her oldest strong and handsome son was from me. I have had children with the 
three oldest of my girls and the fourth daughter is pregnant with our first 
together. I've popped the cherries of my two youngest daughters but they haven't 
caught yet -- soon, we all hope. I plan on having more children with my 
daughter/great-granddaughters when they are old enough and if I can live until 
they are eighteen. We will follow the rules about age until society decided to 
change them again. It isn't always easy. My youngest girl says waiting until she 
was eighteen has made her miss at least three pregnancies and she might be too 
old to have babies when her sons are ready to fuck her.

	I feel sorry for families that don't practice family love and for those 
that do, but avoid pregnancy. There is no sensation quite so exquisite as 
fucking the child you made with your child and making a child with them.

		Mr. P.N., Tennessee