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An Incest Family by One-Sick-Puppy

	When my husband & I divorced many years ago we agreed to split
the children.  He would have custody of our son Bob (then seven
years old) while I kept our daughter Rachel, only two at the
time.  Then early last year, after his father was killed in a
boating accident, Bob came home.  Rachel and I met him at the
airport.  It was the first time we had seen him in 18 years.  My
little boy was a handsome man of twenty-five and even if I was
pushing 45 I could tell he was a heartbreaker.

	I may have felt a twinge in my cunt when I saw him, but Rachel
was all over the boy.  If we hadn't been in a public place I
think she would have jumped him on the spot.  I managed to get
them both home fully clothed, and as everything seem normal 
from then on, I decided my concerns were just paranoia.  After
all, why shouldn't a young woman be glad to see her long lost
brother.

	It was maybe four months after Bob came back to us that Rachel
told me she wanted to talk.  She sat beside me on the couch and
told me I might be shocked, but she wanted to tell me now and
get if over with; she was two months pregnant.

	I told her I was disappointed by her carelessness, but I knew
she was a woman and a popular one.  I said it never occurred to
me that she would still be a virgin and if she was silly enough
to go without protection, well preggers was  a natural result.

	Then Bob sat down with us.  I had been so absorbed in my
conversation with Rachel that I hadn't heard him come in. 
"Well, Mom, the part that may shock you is that I'm the father. 
And Rachel wasn't careless, we planned this baby."

	Now I was shaken.  My children had committed incest.  Had
deliberately flouted the oldest taboo, and then topped it off
with an incestuous pregnancy.  I asked them both, "Why?"

	Rachel told me that the attraction between them was enormous,
first just because they hadn't seen each other for so long that
they didn't feel like brother and sister (although it really
turned them on that they were), and second because each saw  in
the other their dream mate.  She told me that they had actually
fallen in love years earlier when they wrote to each other.  I
had known that they wrote and I was glad that my kids had been
keeping in touch.  I would have been less happy if I had know
what they were writing.

	Bob for example knew that Rachel gave her cherry to the captain
of the high school football team long before I did.  The jock
had been a lousy lover and Rachel had not enjoyed it the way she
thought she should.  She had written to Bob for comfort.  He had
reassured her that it wasn't her fault and told her to be
choosier about lovers in the future.  He had told her of his own
unsatisfying sex life and she wrote back that his lovers were
fools.  Rachel had sent him a photo of herself naked when she
turned eighteen and he had done the same.  It was, Rachel said,
inevitable that if she ever got the chance to be in his bed, she
would do so.

	Bob told me that while traveling with his father he had slept
with many women, all races, colors, and levels of kink.  Always,
there was a complete lack of empathy and warmth.  They didn't
connect on a spiritual or emotional level.  F or the last two
years he said his hand had been his only release, and the nude
photo of Rachel was his inspiration.

	Rachel told me that their first fuck had been the day he came
home.  When I went shopping for a celebration dinner, they had a
celebration romp in the hay.  That night while I slept Bob went
to Rachels rooms and she got it in the ass for the first  time. 
"I foolishly wasted my  cherry on that jerk jock, and I blew the
principle my senior year to avoid detention, I wanted Bob to be
the first somewhere."  They had made love continuously since
then and they didn't want to hide from me  anymore.

	"But a baby" I asked, "why are you having a baby?

	Rachel answered that she simply could not see herself ever
fucking anyone else again.  "I knew that if I was going to ever
have a child, it would be Bob's.  And I want to have a child. 
At least one and probably many more."

	I turned to my son.  "You're five years older, more
experienced, couldn't you at least talk her out of getting
pregnant by you."

	"I didn't want to, Mom.  When I realized that I was in love
with Rachel and wanted her sexually I thought it over very
carefully.  I read everything I could get on the subject of
incest.  Dirty books, scientific studies, sex surveys, the lot. 
I k now all the old stories of defective babies, but there's
nothing wrong with me or Rachel and so why should their be with
our children?  I decided that if Rachel agreed to fuck me and
ever indicated she wanted to have a baby with me, I would be
happy to oblige."

	Later Bob would show me his collection of incest digests. 
Since he had highlighted every story and letter of pregnancy by
incest I knew he was a more than willing partner in Rachel's
reproductive plans.

	That night I had a lot to wrestle with.  What was I going to
do?  Call the cops?  Tell them that my kids were fucking each
other and making babies?  Bring down enormous shame and
embarrassment on all of us.  And to what end?  They were
grownups and they had made a decision about their life together.
 If I tried to fight them I would lose them, and it seemed my
grandkids as well.  I finally came to see that all I could do
was accept what had happened and make the best of it.  After
that I slept soundly and peacefully.

	The next morning I told the kids I was okay with their
situation and in fact I wanted us to stay together.  I pointed
out that if nothing else a live in grandma meant they didn't
have to worry about a babysitter.  Bob and Rachel both said they
had never thought of leaving me as long as I didn't object to
their mating.

	There were a few changes to be made.  First we moved my things
into what had been Bob's bedroom and then their clothes and all
went into the master bedroom.  The king size bed in my old room
was, I recalled, a great place to fuck.   Then we converted
Rachel's old bedroom into a nursery.

	I also thought it would be good idea if we legitimized the
baby.  Bob and Rachel looked too much alike for us to pretend
they weren't related, but we live in a state (not the one I'm
writing from) where cousins can wed.  We arranged a little
slight of hand on the documents and before Rachel had started to
show my son married my daughter.

	Rather than go on a honeymoon, which Bob said was unnecessary
since all the reasons for taking such a trip had already been
achieved, the kids stayed at home and put on a show for me.  We
all pretended it was an accident.  That Bob an d Rachel just
forgot to close the bedroom door.  That I just "happened" to be
on my way to bed.  The lights were on, the kids were on top of
the covers, the bed was only about five feet from the door.  How
could I not watch as Bob mounted his sister, now his wife.  How
could I not feel my cunt turning to mush as I saw him slip his
lovely cock into Rachel's pussy.  How could my nipples not turn
rock hard as I watched Bob sucking Rachel's tits.  How could I
keep my fingers out of my slit as I watched my son come in my
daughter.  Once I did get to bed it took another five had jobs
to calm me down enough to sleep.

	As Rachel moved through her pregnancy she developed that
wonderful glow that expectant mothers have.  As her belly and
breasts began to swell I found myself becoming very excited.  My
dreams became more and more sexual and the man in  them was (no
surprise) Bob.  But sometimes, it was a woman.  Guess who.

	It finally happened when Rachel was in her seventh month and
very large.  It was a hot day and I was giving Rachel a sponge
bath.  Her belly had that lovely bulge and her cute navel was
now an "outie".  Her breasts were swollen, delightfully tender,
with dark and distended nipples.  Her pussy was constantly moist
as she was constantly horny.  I began asking questions that had
been on my mind since the day she and Bob told me what they had
done.

	"What's it like to fuck your brother?  I mean, does he feel
different from other men when he's in you."

	"Mom, I thought you would never ask.  I've wanted to tell you
how much I love it.  I wanted to tell the day it first happened."

	"So, tell me."

	"Well, his cock feels pretty much like other cocks as far as
size goes.  But it does seem to fit better.  Like my cunt was
made to hold a cock exactly his size and with exactly his little
bend to the right.  And he seems to know how I like to be
fucked.  When I need him to go faster or slower, when I want
long strokes or short jabs."

	"How does he taste?", I asked with a helpless giggle.  

	"Sucking him is much better than with other guys.  The taste
and texture of his cock and the smoothness of his cum seems to
be perfect for my taste buds.

	"I can't compare his buttfucking because nobody else has been
in my ass.

	"I do love the feel of his body on mine.  His skin is so much
like my skin that there is no roughness to get use to.  I guess
that the family relationship just makes us more compatible."

	Then my daughter got a sly gleam in her eyes.  "All this fuck
talk is making me very horny.  And I don't know if you've
noticed or not, but you're squeezing and stroking my tits in a
way that is absolutely guaranteed to soak my pussy.  Since you
started this fire, don't you think you should put it out?"

	I had noticed what I was doing to my daughter's breasts, and I
was turned on too.  I just had to do something and so I went
face first into her crotch.  I'd never eaten a pussy before, so
I wasn't sure what to do.  I guessed it would be wisest and most
effective to do to Rachel's pussy what I wanted somebody
(somebody, Hell, what I wanted Bob) to do to mine.  It must have
worked because five minutes later Rachel came on my tongue.

	After she calmed down a bit Rachel turned serious.  "Mom, I
wanted you to suck me off for two reasons.  First, you were
making me very horny, and second so you could get your first
taste of incest.  The truth is I'm getting to big to fuck
properly and Bob deserves more than blow jobs.  Can you take my
place for a little while  Starting tonight."

	"Do you think Bob would want me to?  I mean, I'm well over
forty."

	"Yeah, Mom, very well.  We both know you can pass for
thirty-five, and unless I mistake the meaning of that wet spot
in your crotch, you like the idea.  As for Bob, I know he showed
his collection of incest digests where people get pregnant by
family members, but he didn't show you the others.  The ones I
call his 'I wanna fuck Mommy' books."

	At that Rachel directed me to a drawer where I found more
digests.  In these the highlighted stories were about mothers
and sons, and the ones that seemed to have been most often read
all had stories about mothers being impregnated by their sons!! !

	Could I do it.  Fuck my son.  Damn right I could.  Rachel was
right about the wet spot in my panties.  Could I really go all
the way and get pregnant by him?  "Rachel, honey, I do like the
idea.  But you should know I'm at peak fertility now and I've
been off the pill for years.  If I fuck Bob now there is good
chance I'll get knocked up."

	"I already know that, Mom.  I've been keeping track of your
periods since I got pregnant.  I knew that eventually you and
Bob would have to try it out.  If I share my husband/brother
with you I want it to be on the same level.  I want you to have
his kid.  Are you willing?"

	That night Rachel excused herself from the big bed and I
slipped in.  Bob came in then and after a startled moment knelt
by the bed and began sucking my tits.  "Thank you, Mom.  This
means so much to me.  Only one thing could make it better."

	"It's okay, son.  Tell me though, do you want a little brother
or a little sister?"

	Our fuck was everything we both wanted.  No rubbers, no pills,
and no bullshit.  We used "Mother" and "Son" instead of names
when we spoke to reminding each other of the incest we were
committing.  And when Bob came (I had already had three orgasms)
I begged him for it.  "Give me a baby, too.  I want to be
pregnant by my son.  You did it to Rachel, do it to me.  Put a
baby in your mother." 

	Last week Rachel had her baby, a daughter they've named Alice
after me, and mine is due in the spring.  The doctor tells me it
will be a boy.  I'll name him Bob after his father.

	Clearly this incest thing is now part of my family life.  I
don't know if Rachel's kids and mine will ever fuck.  We'll
leave that for later.  I know that once they reach adulthood
we'll tell them how they came to be.  But no coercion will be
used .  We will be the example but the choice will be theirs.



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