MY LUCKY FAMILY

My Lucky Family ?

An Erotic Story

The heavy manila folder holds little clue as to why the

woman is there. The curator leafs through dry statistics of

Name, age, sex, height, weight, the fact that the woman had

a child, probably at only ten years old. Each dry dusty

page telling of treatments and mild incidents. None of them

being serious enough to be a clue as to why she is there in

the first place. Strangely, no commitment papers. Is this

one of those *political* cases you hear about, where

somebody is just made to disappear? The curator's heart

beats faster at both the worry and the implications of the

possibility. What a bonus ... a Godsend, if you will, if it

turns out to be true. A way to make her name, and get out

of this horrible place at the same time.

After going through the thick sheaf of papers, the

woman tries to stuff them back into the tan folder ... only

they won't *quite* fit back where they came from. A small

box makes a lump in the bottom, preventing the papers from

fitting inside without it being removed and replaced first.

It's a small plastic cassette-box, with merely a case-number

on the cover, matching the case of the woman outside.

Inside is an unlabeled tape.

The curator looks around and finds an old, heavy tape

deck, almost the size of a breadbox in the corner, and hauls

it out. Surprisingly, the old dinosaur still works without

shredding the fragile tape. She grabs a hot cup of coffee

before settling down to listen to the aged record.

A <Klunk!> A hiss, and then a male voice speaks

haltingly; somewhat garbled by the wrinkling of the first

part of the tape.

"Case number seventy-two-twenty-three," says the voice.

"Maria ... Jones, since she won't tell her last name. The

girl was found in the ruins, clutching her year-old

daughter, with both children VERY dehydrated and long past

memory of food.

"This tape is being recorded to show the judge and

those who might follow why this poor young woman *must* be

committed to a hospital for the Criminally Insane, and never

EVER be released. After you hear it, you too will

understand the danger. Even at only eleven years old, the

girl is far too convincing to be allowed out in the General

Public."

For a second, the curator's anger flares. She *knew*

this was a political case! This will make her career for

certain. That Poor Woman!

"The following is a direct transcript the girl agreed

to, telling her story, when asked about her father, her

family, and most-importantly, her sex life before the

collapse."

Sex-life? Collapse? Family? What have THEY to do

with why a young woman is effectively imprisoned-for-life in

a mental institution? For a minute the woman's anger flares

and then dies again as the tape hisses, crackles and pops;

until eventually the voice of a child speaks up clearly;

hesitant at first, then firmer and stronger.

No, I never really remember the first time I had sex.

Sex was just something Dad and I did, as far back as I

remember ... even further. In fact, the first time I

remember being aware of sex at all, was watching my two

brothers pork my little sister, when she was about three,

and they were about five and seven. All three kids were

having a grand time; although the boys weren't old enough to

squirt in Lena yet. Of course, *she* enjoyed it more than

they did; having *two* hunky big brothers to fuck, while (at

the time) they only had one little sister. It would be

probably five or six years before Josh ejaculated in Momma

and then later my sisters and me; and longer than that

before Michael left his first big squirt of semen inside

Cindy's little slit one day while the other kids were all

playing "house" with Lena playing the mom, Josh playing the

dad, and the two younger kids playing their children

watching "Mom and Dad make a baby" and then copying them.

With me being the oldest, naturally I started long

before they did; only I started with Dad, since my brothers

were either too young or hadn't been born yet. Yes, I had

sex with Dad since I was a baby. Momma has pictures of me

sucking Dad off in the high-chair, and Dad squirting thick

gooey cum all over (and in!) my baby-vagina while I was

still in diapers. By the time I was three, out of diapers,

and the crib occupied by my little brother, I was sleeping

all the time between Momma and Dad. I understand that about

half the time Dad and Momma would make love while I watched

... and the other half Dad would make love to me instead.

I'd either suck Dad off, or he'd put his big dong up between

my legs and squirt his thick gooey cum up in and on me ...

usually IN me, as he sealed his prick against my tiny hole

and ejaculated gooey gobs of cum right up inside my body,

through my still virginal hymen, so it sometimes took

*hours* to leak out afterwards.

By the time I was three or four, Dad usually managed to

get the head of his prick and probably an inch or two of the

shaft up my hole, so it wasn't nearly so messy when he

filled my belly with his goo. By then Dad was also fucking

me in the ass; almost as often, but not much deeper.

Besides that, I usually sucked Dad off about two or three

times a day as well.

Me? No I didn't mind it. If it made Dad feel good to

have me suck his prick or squirt his cum up inside my cunny,

then why not? It sure didn't hurt me, it made Dad feel

good, and it sure didn't bother Momma.

Like I said, it was seeing my little brother and sister

having sex ... full vaginal intercourse, that eventually

clued me in that what Dad and I did was having sex too.

Dumb, but that's the way it was. Before that, fucking and

sucking Dad was just something I did ... something physical

no more unusual than kissing or taking a bath together.

Even there, I never realized that Dad's kisses were anything

unusual from what most kids got, as Momma and Dad *always*

gave us kids open-mouthed kisses filled with lots of tongue.

We never realized there *was* another way to kiss, until one

of Josh's little girlfriends said, "Gross!" when he stuck

his tongue halfway down the little girl's throat. After

that, Mom showed us all how to do "friend" kisses to use

with non family.

Did I mind having sex with Dad? Why should I? There

wasn't anything *wrong* with it; and it felt good. Besides,

Dad Liked getting off in me, especially once I got to be

about five or six years old and could take four or five

inches of his prick, and then later ALL of his penis up

inside my hot little hole when he ejaculated his sperm

inside me. Like I said, it felt GOOD to have Dad shaking

and shoving on top of me, while he jerked thick greasy gobs

of goo into my belly. That the semen he was squirting

inside me contained millions of the same sperm that had

created me years earlier in Momma's tummy, just added to the

thrill; knowing Dad loved me enough to even *try* to get me

pregnant with his baby, just like he did our mother.

Of course, by then, Dad was also almost-fucking my

little sister Lena; sliding about two or three inches in and

out of the cute little fuck before squirting her tight

little ass or cunny almost as full of thick gooey cum as he

usually did in me, when he slid all the way up inside me and

ejaculated his sperm right into my womb where it belonged.

Lena liked to suck Dad off too; though (like in her cunny)

the kid couldn't get more than a few inches into her mouth.

Still, they both had fun; and Dad seemed to like ejaculating

his sperm in the youngster's tummy almost as much as he

liked porking me.

Even Cindy got her share from Dad, if not quite as much

as us older kids. I remember watching Dad standing by the

high-chair, his prick bulging as he sent several gobs of

sticky goo into our little sister's mouth as the baby sucked

on the tip and barely managed to get the glans into her tiny

mouth as Dad filled her tummy with his sperm. Cindy liked

sucking Dad off as much as us older girls did.

Huh? Of *course* we liked sucking Dad off! You'd

think it was something disgusting or something, the way some

people act when it's even mentioned. While not the greatest

tasting thing to eat or swallow, it's not that bad either.

Mainly it's just sticky and bland. Not my favorite food ...

but not something I'd turn down if offered when hungry,

either. Oh, I wouldn't suck Dad's dick after it's been in

my ass or something; but other than that, it's not nasty, no

matter what some people say. Even after Dad has had it up

my cunny or my sister's, for that matter, it's not bad.

Heck, both of my sisters taste pretty good, if you ask me.

Besides having the little kid suck him off, sometimes

when Cindy was fresh from having her diaper changed, Dad

would jack-off into the little kid ... sometimes even using

MY hole to get wet in, before holding his prick up against

the youngster's tiny little cleft and then squirting great

gray gobs of sticky goo onto and into the little girl,

before closing up her diaper with his cum still filling

Cindy's tight little slit and the diaper itself. It was so

exciting, knowing that at least *some* of Dad's cum was

actually inside the tot's tiny little cunny where it

belonged; as if Dad was trying to get our little sister

pregnant before her second birthday.

So, Dad and I had sex for years; oral, anal and

vaginal. After a while, my two little brothers joined in;

fucking both me, my mother, and (when they got a little

bigger) both of our little sisters too.

Didn't I think it was wrong? What planet are you from,

anyway?

Wrong? Wrong to love my own father? OK, wrong to

*make love to my own father*? What's the difference? I'm

sure Dad liked it just as much as I did. What's WRONG about

sucking your father's prick, especially if he likes it?

What's WRONG about swallowing his cum ... It's tasty, rich

in protein, and good for you. What's WRONG about cuddling

up with your little brother, and having his little prick

scratch the itch in your cunny? What's WRONG about sex

anyway? Geesh!

Dad? Dad having sex with ME? What's wrong about THAT?

What's WRONG about your father loving you enough to do the

same things with you that he does with his wife, the one he

loves most in the world? What's WRONG with him making you

feel good with his tongue, body, and especially his prick

inside you, warming you up and loving you in the best way

possible? Besides, how the FUCK could I ever feel it was

WRONG to love my own dad, especially since we'd been making

love practically since the day I was born?

Wrong? I'll tell you what's WRONG with the world.

WRONG is when a father beats his little girl, abandons her

and her mother as a baby. WRONG is when a father comes home

drunk and beats his wife. WRONG is when a father doesn't

get enough sex, and leaves his family for another. Wrong is

when a father never gets to see his little girl naked and

feel her cunny wrapped around his prick ... being forced to

leave that to some STRANGER who will never love her like he

does. WRONG is seeing your father all horny and lonely,

being forced to jack-off because your mother isn't

available, and you're too self-centered and selfish to give

him the relief he needs with your mouth or tight little

cunny. WRONG is never getting to go to sleep with your

father, the one who loves you most in the world, his prick

limp inside you after filling your womb with his seed.

WRONG is having to hide your love for the most important man

in your world by *pretending* you don't want to got to bed

with or have sex with him. WRONG is spitting out cum or

making faces, when your father ejaculates in your mouth,

instead of showing your appreciation by licking your lips

and smiling as you swallow each precious drop. WRONG is

never telling your father how much you like his prick

swelling and then spurting inside you.

No, wrong is not loving your father in the most

intimate way possible; and wrong is him not showing his love

for you in the same way. All too many families break up

because of lack-of-love. How can it possibly be wrong to

touch, kiss, cuddle-with, fellate, lick, suck, and yes, have

full vaginal intercourse with those you love, and who love

you? I pity the poor girls who are forced to go through

life without once tasting the pungent flavor of their own

father's cum; never feel his arms around them while they lie

naked in bed together, never feel his swollen prick inching

inside their bellies, and their father's prick swelling and

pouring his love into the fertile depths of their wombs.

Most of all though, I pity those poor girls who never ever

EVER get to feel their father's baby growing inside their

wombs; kicking and squirming their way to life inside their

bodies like they once kicked and squirmed inside their

mother. Such a sad life, both for you AND the poor father

who never once gets to feel his little girl naked next to

him in bed, her arms wrapped around him as she squirms her

tight little tunnel down on his prick, and then loves it

with her body until he finally gives her the love she wants

by pouring his seed into her womb and making a life there

that they both will love.

No, how can it even FEEL wrong? Having made love to

Dad ever since I was a baby, how could it EVER feel wrong to

me? What would feel wrong would be going to bed at night

without once feeling Dad show how much he loved me and how

much I turned him on. Not feeling Dad's prick vibrating in

my mouth as he prepared to squirt his precious seed, so I

could taste every delicious drop. Not feeling my father

push up hard inside me, his prick stiff and swollen as he

begins flooding my insides with squirt after thick white

squirt of his precious sperm-laden cum; as my own parent

jerks and thrusts, and TRIES to plant his baby deep in my

womb. Never feeling Dad cuddled up to me from behind, as we

nap in the afternoon; his wilting prick holding his precious

seed inside me, so it doesn't leak all over the bed. Never

watching dad show his *real* love for my little sister by

holding her, cuddling her, and then slipping his prick

inside the little kid until her belly is bulging from our

father's penis jerking and swelling inside her tiny belly;

pumping in and out until Dad shows how much he loves my

little sister by flooding her tiny little womb with the same

precious seed he just finished ejaculating in my own tummy

not an hour earlier.

Wrong? WRONG? How can it be wrong to love your own

father? That would be like it being wrong to eat, drink, or

take a shit. (Though I understand SOME perverts even think

THAT is nasty, and try to hide such a natural thing as

eliminating your wastes. Can you *imagine*? Taking a pee,

or having to shit being NASTY? That's almost as insane as

thinking SEX is nasty or evil!)

I'll tell you WRONG! Wrong is seeing your father

jerking his cum into an unfeeling rag, when you *could* be

sucking his prick and tasting it yourself, or better yet

feeling it squirt up inside your cunny like a woman should.

Wrong is having to sleep alone, night after night, just

because your father feels *guilty* about giving you the sex

you so desperately need from him. Feeling guilty for doing

the most natural thing in the world? Wrong is seeing your

brother and sister fighting over a toy, when they could both

be fighting *together* to get his cum deep inside her tummy

where it belongs.

Wrong is a father sitting with his little girl on his

lap, straining to repress a hard-on, when he *could* be

making both of them feel good by sliding it up inside his

daughter's tight little hole, where it will make *both* of

them feel good, and relieve the pressure in his balls by

emptying his seed into her waiting young womb. Wrong is

acting disgusted when your little brother peeks in on you

taking a bath, instead of inviting the kid in to feel you

up, and later join you in bed so you can relieve his sexual

curiosity the right way ... by fucking him, like a sister

should. Wrong is fighting, fighting, FIGHTING your

sexuality by wearing ugly clothes around your parents, so

they won't feel obligated to give you what you *really* want

... a belly full of your own father's prick and thick white

semen filled with his virile sperm. Wrong is never being

allowed to suck your father's prick, just because you want

to, it tastes good, and most-of-all, because you know your

father likes it. Wrong is never feeling your father or

mother licking you "down there" because some idiot in a

pulpit thinks it's "nasty" and "against nature", instead of

being the most natural thing in the world for parent and

child to snuggle up in bed together and make love with

mouths, cunnies, pricks, or even assholes. Wrong is never

feeling your father sliding his prick inside you, just

because he knows you're horny and need a good fuck. Wrong

is never EVER feeling your father's prick swelling inside

you after a deliciously long screw, then bursting with the

precious squirts of your own father's potent seed jetting

into your belly when you're between periods, fertile, and

your developing body needs sex the most.

Having a baby? What's wrong with having a baby? Oh

... You mean having one by my *father*, as if that was

something to be avoided? For God's sakes, WHY? Dad loved

me, I loved Dad ... Why *shouldn't* we have a baby together?

It's not as though I planned to *marry* my own father or

anything. Having a baby is just the natural result of

having sex; and I certainly wasn't going to stop loving Dad,

just because my body was getting ripe to have a child of my

own! When I do get married (probably in a year or two) I'll

just expect my husband to take care of our little girl like

Dad took care of me all these years. At the time he first

knocked me up, I certainly didn't even *think* of avoiding

sex with Dad, to avoid getting pregnant. If anything,

thinking about it, I *wanted" to have my father's kid in my

belly. And, I'm pretty sure Dad wanted the same thing.

When I was nine, about four months after I had my first

period and had three more, Mom decided it was time us kids

got a little more "formal" sex-education, so us girls

(especially me) didn't get pregnant "by accident". Well, it

certainly wouldn't be by accident after *that* lesson!

Momma got all of us kids in the big bedroom, and explained

how girls like me (and eventually both of my little sisters)

produced an egg each month, and if it didn't get fertilized

by having a man pump his sperm in the girl's belly, her body

shed the egg that month in a bloody-looking "period" and the

girl's body then got ready so (with luck) she could get

pregnant the next month.

THEN, Momma told how (again, with luck) I could be

ovulating *right then*, and had Dad get on top of me, slide

his prick up inside my cunny, and ejaculate his sperm-filled

cum inside my vagina, so we could all see *exactly* how a

man planted his baby in a little girl (me). After that

demonstration of baby-making, Momma made Dad promise to fuck

me and ejaculate his sperm in me every day, so I could feel

(and they could see) what it was like to have a real MAN get

me pregnant with his babies.

Yes, Momma *wanted* Dad to get me pregnant. In fact,

she made Dad and both my two brothers *promise* to fuck, cum

in, and get all three of us girls pregnant with their babies

as often as they could ... and they did.

By that time, Dad was already fucking Lena properly;

having full vaginal intercourse with our little sister;

sliding his swollen prick to the hilt in the little girl and

ejaculating his sperm all the way up in her tummy, as Dad

*tried* to get her pregnant years before she ever started

ovulating.

Of course, Cindy had to outdo both of us older girls.

I remember watching Dad fuck her and cum in her vagina when

she was only eight months' old; somehow managing to get

almost an inch and a half of our father's thick prick inside

her tiny little slot, while Dad jerked, thrust, and filled

our little sister's baby cunny with thick squirts of sticky

white baby-juice. By the time she was three, Dad was

fucking the little kid properly. We would all gather around

and watch as Dad had our little sister on the couch; sliding

his dick almost all the way up into the little kid until

Cindy's tummy was all swollen from Dad's prick bulging and

then squirting inside her. Then, while Momma encouraged

him, Dad would fill our little sister's tummy with thick

heavy gobs of incestuous cum, just like he did with us older

girls; actually *trying* to get our little sister pregnant

with his baby at least two whole years before she ever

started kindergarten. But then, Momma says Dad had done

something similar with *me* when I was her age and even

before. Only I was just too young at the time to remember

it. <Sigh.>

What MORE could a little girl ask, than to be raised in

a truly loving household than that? One where not only her

own brothers love her enough to have sex with her every day

when her body is developing and she needs sex the most, but

her own FATHER is willing to fuck her, cum in her, and get

her pregnant with his babies, just like he does (did) her

own mother? No wonder I love my dad so much. I understand

(now) that not many little girls have parents that will do

that for their kids. Can you see why I love to have my

father squirt his cum down my throat or up my cunny so much?

To me, having almost continuous oral, anal, and vaginal sex,

almost from the day I was born until I had my own kid at a

little over ten years old, *at the time*; with Dad

ejaculating his cum down my throat, up my ass, and into my

developing vagina almost every day, was just the normal life

I thought *all* kids had, instead of only a precious few

like my brothers, sisters, and I did.

God, I was SO lucky!

I feel sorry for you people. How incredibly sad for

you. You say you have a son and daughter yourself? How sad

for them too.

It makes me weep for a father who never learns how much

his little girl really loves him, by feeling her body

wrapped around his, her tight little cunny squeezing the

precious fluid from his body into hers.

It makes me weep to think of a daughter who never will

know the true love of her father. Never to feel his body

next to hers, his thick member inside her body, spurting

love into the very center of her soul. A child who will

grow up unloved and forced out in the world to learn a sad

travesty of it from some stranger. A girl who never gets to

feel the child of their love beating it's way to life in her

body, in the most intimate act of love a father and daughter

can have.

I weep to think of a child who will never sit on her

grandfather's lap, his staff of love buried deep in her

body; filling her with the love that only a grandparent can

have for a little girl.

I weep to think of a grandfather, never to feel his

granddaughter's tight little cunny sliding down his prick

and then sitting there loving him in the way only a

granddaughter can, until he erupts in thick white squirts

into his little girl's womb.

I weep to think of a brother and sister, never to know

the true love of Family; instead squabbling over toys and

fighting, rather than enjoying each other's body the way

nature intended. To be a little girl, NEVER going to sleep

with her brother's prick buried in her tight little slit,

still leaking brotherly cum into her body. To be a boy,

never to feel his sister wrapped around his penis as they go

to sleep at night, cuddled up in the love for each other

that only siblings can know. To never feel your brother's

prick spurting thin boy-cum in your mouth; never to taste

your brother's seed; never to feel his penis in your bum,

and never ever to know the ultimate joy of feeling his baby

growing inside you. It makes me cry.

I cannot help but cry, thinking of whole generations of

daughters who will never know how much their fathers truly

love them. Of parents who never will share with their

children the love that only a parent can share with a child

... of mating and yes, having sex with them. Little boys

who will never share their beds with their mothers, girls

who never will feel the joy of sleeping with their father,

his thick prick leaking precious sperm in their bellies

after a bout of loving sex that only a father and daughter

can share.

Yes, I weep for you ... You and those people out there

you call, "Normal Society" who never will know what true

love and happiness are, all because of an incredibly STUPID

taboo against the most common and natural love there ever

could be ... that of a parent for a child and child for its

family. Stupid, stupid, STUPID taboo!

The rest of the tape is filled with hisses and pops,

and a quiet sobbing until it stops with a jerk at the end.

The young curator, now weeping herself, pops the plastic

item out of the deck and replaces it in the manila folder.

The woman remembers a study in college, where a

professor had studied memes; and had started an experiment

with his class. For several weeks he bullied and pushed his

class into being a cohesive whole that also bullied and

rejected any difference. The students were taught pride-of-

class, and to look down on lesser people who didn't have the

same values. Class attendance SOARED over the next few

weeks, as the professor taught the class the values and

methods ... of fascism. He was absolutely astounded and

dismayed at how fast and furious the class grew in size,

with hundreds of students fighting to join the class, and

for the class itself to accept the idea of looking down on a

stranger, putting class goals above self, and valuing *only*

what one could do for those on the inside. When, after

several weeks ended, the professor revealed that he was

merely giving the class a demonstration of memes and their

power, in this case of fascism, there was almost a riot.

Thoughts and beliefs ARE dangerous ... especially when

tightly held and obviously believed by the person doing the

telling. This country has a grand and glorious history of

allowing *all* people to speak out and spread their beliefs

far and wide. Communists and Nazi thugs both are allowed to

proselytize. The KKK is allowed to hold marches in the

streets of Missouri, and the Sons of the Reverend Sun Yung

Moon are allowed to sell flowers and recruit cult members on

the Streets of San Francisco. All allowed, and none

suppressed, in the name of "Freedom of speech" and "Freedom

of Religion" the basic freedoms to speak up and push *your*

beliefs onto others, to *talk* and tell why your method-of-

life is better.

However, *some* beliefs and lifestyles are still

vigorously suppressed, even in the USA. Some are public,

like the Mormon Polygamy ... and some so violently opposed

by Society that they aren't named or even allowed to be

spoken *about*. Dangerous beliefs that could destroy

Society as it now is, if a True Believer was allowed to

speak up and convince others of the Truth of his or her

convictions. But then ... Who is to say such a new society

might not be better than the horror we now live in? Also,

the world and United States are not the same places they

were thirty, twenty, or even ten years ago, either.

Then the curator stares blindly out the window, past

and through the woman whose case she had worried about

earlier; having not the slightest idea of what she *is*

going to do; the filing cabinet remaining open by her side

as she almost forgets it's there; a cold cup of coffee

remaining forlorn and undrunk on the almost bare surface of

the big desk.