Doesn't Get Any Better
by Kysa Braswell
"I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have more than you!"
"Andrea you're a virgin; and I'm already starting my second trimester. There's not a way in the world you can beat me," Heather replied scornfully.
As usual, my twin and I were arguing up in our room. This time though, I was determined to win. You see it all comes down to the fact that Heather is fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds older than me. She has used the label of "big sister" to constantly boss me around, and tell me what to do. I mean it's only fourteen and a half minutes for crying out loud! This time our argument was a little more important. Heather was going into territory that I considered solely mine. She was going to move in on Daddy.
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Andrea Conrad and I'm thirteen years old. I have long blond hair, green eyes and a petite figure. I live with my Father, Michael, older brother Greg (who's fifteen), and my twin sister Heather. Mom was killed in a plane-crash when we were only about two; so I don't really have many memories of her; but that's OK. Daddy is the best mother a girl could have.
Well, Heather and I have not gotten along all that well all our lives. In spite of being twins (or maybe because of it) we just are opposites in so many ways (maybe because we TRY so hard to be different). My sister is the adventurous one. She's the perfect tomboy. She plays sports and war with Greg and all the boys on the street. No matter where Greg is, there you'll find Heather; playing and fighting to help him win. I, on the other hand, am the studious responsible one (at least I think so, anyway). I have always had straight A's, and I'm the one who usually has to pull my sister's bacon out of the fire. I'm the one who talks politics with Daddy and helps him out around the house. I don't think Heather could boil an egg without burning the place down. Even Daddy jokes that Heather, "Can't boil water without burning it." Despite our differences, I do love her. Whenever we're not arguing, I know she loves me too. Only sometimes she can be SO exasperating... like right now.
I said that I consider Daddy "mine" earlier; and you're probably curious about that. Well Heather has Greg; so it should only be fair that Daddy is mine. I mean Heather is pregnant with Greg's kid; and now my "big sister" wanted to try Daddy on for size. No way was I going to let that happen! I guess I'm just the classic "Daddy's Girl." He calls me "Princess" and has never missed anything in my life. Of course he has a nickname for Heather as well. He calls her his "Warrior" and has been to all her functions as well. It's just that Heather has always gravitated more to Greg than Daddy; while since our mother died, I've been busy taking care of him and the family, almost as though I was his wife as well as his daughter.
I guess it was no big surprise when I came into our room about a year ago to get my bookbag, and found Greg and Heather screwing for all they were worth. My big brother had his thick cock buried to the hilt in our sister; and both of them were working just as hard as possible to try and force even more of it inside her. Both were completely naked and not saying a word. (I guess that's why I hadn't noticed what was going on, even before I entered the room.) At first I was shocked and a maybe even a LITTLE surprised at seeing the two of them rutting like minks in the bed I shared with Heather; but after a second or two of watching my brother's thick prick sliding in and out of her, I just backed out and waited until Greg came downstairs with a silly grin of his on his face, before I went back up. I guess he didn't realize I had seen him fucking his sister, as he didn't look embarrassed at all. When I got upstairs Heather was asleep on the bed, with her legs spread and a pinkish fluid seeping out of her pussy. I threw a sheet over her and got my stuff.
It wasn't until that evening that Heather and I talked about it. She said that they had just been goofing off and it got out of hand. When I asked her if they would do it again, she got this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes; and said they would. It was then that I gave my sister the lecture on STDs and pregnancy. Well, as you can imagine, that speech didn't go over so well. After all, SHE was the "big sister"; and she knew EVER so much more than her little sister did. Yeah, right.
All I had done was to make Heather and Greg sleep together even more. I lost track of the number of times she snuck out of our room and into his at night or how often one would vanish into the basement and then the other would follow a few minutes later. Daddy doesn't get home from work till a little after six; so when I would get home from school it was standard to find them fucking at home. They did it everywhere. The kitchen, bathroom, his room, our room, Daddy's room, laundry room, the basement... well you get the picture. After a while, it seemed as if they went out of their way for me to find them. I think they LIKED to have me watch them. I kept my peace; let them get theirs, and went about my work as usual. Still, it WAS a bit distracting to come into a room and find my two siblings putting on what was effectively a porno-show just for me. I think that once Greg knew what was going on between me and Heather, he made an even bigger point of not pulling out, and ejaculating his sperm inside my big sister when he knew I was watching. For sure Heather did, anyway. I hate to admit it, but the sight of the two of them rutting like that made me have to finger myself off more times than I ever did before. I'm not sure, but I think they both knew it too; and that made them both more eager to have me "catch" them.
It wasn't until a bit before our thirteenth birthday that I noticed anything different. I got up one morning to find Heather on her knees, bent over the toilet. At first I thought she had the flu; but when her morning sickness lasted a week I knew what was up: My "big sister" was pregnant. I told her about my suspicions; and instead of being afraid like I thought she would be, Heather just gave me a superior look and told me to, "Mind my own business."
So I did the only thing I could think of to help her: I told Daddy.
Well, you might expect Dad to get mad about his daughter getting pregnant by her own brother; but he wasn't. In fact, he handled the whole thing very well. We were eating dinner that night when he casually asked Heather if her morning sickness was any better. You could have heard a pin drop at the table, while we waited for her answer. I was busy looking at my plate; but I still caught the dirty look my sister sent me for telling Daddy. She told Daddy she was coping with it; and it would be OK. He then told her that he had made an appointment for her with a doctor to make sure everything really WAS OK. "After all," he told her, "you're only thirteen."
I thought that dinner went well, right up to the point where dad asked who the father was. Heather told him that it was, "her business, and to leave it alone. She loved the guy and didn't want to get him in trouble." Heather's temper was getting short, and I knew that if Dad didn't handle this right, we were in for a big fight. That's when Greg cut us all off. He got up from his chair; walked behind Heather; put his hands on her shoulders; and told Dad that the child was his. I thought for sure that would be the last straw; but Daddy just smiled and laughed.
We were all stunned. For a few seconds I thought Dad had lost it. He looked up at the ceiling and said something like, "Well Helen, you were right." Then he told us something that changed the whole context of the family. He and Mom had been husband and wife, but were brother and sister as well. By the end of dessert Greg and Heather had Dad's permission to continue their relationship. Greg and I were to swap rooms for sleeping only; and Heather was to do everything the doctor told her to ensure a healthy and safe pregnancy.
So our home life changed a bit. Greg and Heather were inseparable (or at least their crotches were). They seldom wore clothes. While I didn't find them fucking in MY bedroom all the time now, putting on a "show" for me, with our big brother's cock squirting thick white sperm in my sister's twat, they sure didn't try to hide either... especially now that they knew our father didn't mind. Quite often I'd come home from school and find the two of them naked, on the couch, fucking their brains out. They not only didn't try to hide what they were doing; but to some extent seemed to WANT both me and Daddy to see them, with Greg's thick prick buried to the hilt in his sister's body; filling her cunny with his thick white cum. Of course, since she was already pregnant, it wasn't the nastily obscene risk it had been for Heather to have her own brother ejaculating his seed in his own sister's nubile young body before she caught. Since she was pregnant, and Dad didn't want to raise TOO much controversy about his just-barely-teenaged daughter having a big belly, Heather took the home schooling option the district offered. Dad let them have their privacy, and only gave Greg some advice now and then.
Once Heather moved out of my room, and it didn't seem like a setting for constant orgies any more, I guess I felt excluded from their lives and began to spend nearly all of my free time with Daddy when he was home. We would snuggle on the couch or go to movies or out shopping together. I also began to see Daddy differently, now that I had my "big sister" and Greg as a constant reminder that family members were also human and even possible sex partners. He was now more than just Daddy. He was a man and I was a woman. I also realized that he was the man I wanted.
It was near the end of Heather's first trimester when she began to hang around Daddy more and more. This made me as nervous as all Hell. I would rush home and find Heather and Daddy talking on the couch. Once, I even found them sleeping there. I began to get jealous of my sister. I mean she had Greg and he loved her; now she was working on Daddy? The final straw was when I came home late one night and found her sitting naked on Daddy's lap. I calmly asked to talk to her up in what had been our room and that's when the argument began.
I went on and on about how she had Greg and didn't NEED Daddy. She calmly answered that she was a "woman" and as I was "just a girl" this was something I didn't know about. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and I didn't want to hurt my niece/nephew we would have had a REAL fight. As it was, we started screaming at each other until finally I was shouting at the top of my lungs. Heather was calm and cool the whole time. She just said for me to leave alone the things I didn't understand; and then she said, "Besides, you couldn't even GET your man; let alone have him knock you up. You wouldn't know how."
That was really the last straw for me. "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have even more than you do!"
"Andrea you're a virgin; and I am already starting my second trimester. There's no way you can beat me." Heather replied smugly.
"Okay, if you're so sure, then let's bet on it!" I said pugnaciously.
"All right," she replied, "I'm interested... what's the bet?"
"Okay here it is: We're both going to pick one man and stick with him for the next four years. In that time, we both try to have as many children with whoever it is that we can. Whichever one of us has the most at the end, wins the bet. How's that?"
"Why FOUR years?"
"I just figure that will give us time to have a good count. Since you already have a head-start, I figure I need a LITTLE time to catch up; even though I plan to blow you away!"
"Okay, you're on," said Heather smugly; certain (with her developing belly), that she had the "race" in the bag. "Now what are we going to bet with? Money, Chores, Services?"
"Mom's jewelry," I said flatly. "The winner gets ALL of Mom's jewelry." Dad had shown us Mom's jewelry box and had promised it to us when we turned eighteen. Heather and I each had favorites in there and some of the pieces we both wanted as a reminder of our mother. This was something I knew both of us highly valued and both of us desired badly.
"Deal!" Heather cried, and stuck out her hand. "Shake on it."
We shook hands but I didn't let go of hers quite yet. "There are a few other rules, Sister-Mine," I said. "First, MY man is Daddy; so you stay away from him sexually. That means no more cuddling up on his lap naked. You can still kiss him, but not like a lover... he's MINE. If I catch you even TRYING to 'make out' with Daddy again, you automatically lose. Got that? Now you pick your guy."
"You're taking Daddy? This is s piece of cake!" she said in a careless fashion, as if Mom's jewelry were hers already. "I guess we might as well keep this in the family. Of course, I'll take Greg, as you already figured out."
"Second, no cheating with other guys," I pressed on. "Okay?"
"Third: You're so sure you're going to win, because you're pregnant already... I'm not going to cheat you out of that; I'm going to beat you in SPITE of it; so your pregnancy counts now; but so will any we have that start before the time limit is up. Twins count as two not one. Okay?"
"Okay. Boy, you're sure going out of your way to make SURE you lose, aren't you?"
I ignored my sister's remark, while I finished laying out the rules. "Last, neither Greg or Dad can know about the bet 'til it's over. So no cheating that way. Good?"
"All right; that sounds fair." Heather thought for a moment; then in a conciliatory manner decided that maybe she DID have the better part of the deal. "So, since I'm already up by one on you," she said, "I really think you need some help from your big sister." Heather walked over to her dresser and got out one of her short nighties, and threw it at me. "There," she said smugly, "at least he'll have something nice to look at." Whatever else you can say about heather, she DID have sexy taste in nightclothes. The short little Baby-Doll looked like an invitation to rape.
"Thanks, Big Sister," I said; for the first time in weeks without being sarcastic. Nothing in MY closet was half as sexy. Still, while I was grateful for the outfit, I was still annoyed from earlier, AND the fact that my sister was right about my needing it... didn't she think I had ANY sense when it came to dressing to attract a man? I guess not.
I grabbed the nightie and stomped out of the room and into the bathroom to get ready. I stripped down and took a long shower. I did my hair and make-up; carefully trying to be as pretty as I could. It was in there for close to an hour and a half, before I looked at the final product in the mirror.
I stood five feet tall exactly. My blond hair shone and fell down to the middle of my back in lustrous waves. I wore just enough make-up to highlight the prettiness of my face; and my eyes had a soft loving cast to them. My body was a pale alabaster in color and nicely developed. My small breasts sat high on my chest with my nipples firm in anticipation of what was to come. I had shaved my legs (and in a flash of insight, also my pussy). It was now as bald as a baby's behind. I looked stunning, and I thought sexy. (God, I sure HOPED I looked sexy.)
I looked to where I had thrown Heather's nightie and decided, "What the Hell, why not?" At first I had been inclined to wear something of my own; because I was still somewhat steamed at her. Only Heather's outfit was a lacy black Baby-Doll that just emphasized how short it was against my creamy skin; and I knew that Daddy would like it on ME, even more than Greg had liked it on her. Or at least I hoped so. I picked it up, shook it out, and put it on. The hem fell to just a few inches below my pussy; and gave whoever was watching me a flirting glimpse of my charms. I practiced walking a few times and pronounced myself ready. Seeing me in dishabille like this should get any man hard... Only I didn't WANT just any man... I wanted my own father.
I got out of the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, when I heard Daddy's shower start up. I turned and walked into his room. Now was the critical moment for me. I gathered my courage and stuck my head into the master-bath and saw Daddy's body behind the smoked shower glass. "Daddy?" I called.
I almost melted right then, when he called me his "princess." "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure Baby. Let me finish up in here, and I'll be right out," he called back to me, as he rinsed out his hair.
"Okay Daddy. I'll wait for you in your room."
I closed his door; locked it; and sat down on what I hoped would soon be OUR bed. I was so nervous. All my doubts and fears ran through my mind. "Maybe I wasn't physically mature enough for him?" "What if he didn't want me?" "How would I go on after he said no?" I thought I was a fool to do this. "How could I risk our relationship like this?" the worries continued.
After what seemed like an eternity, the water shut off in the bathroom and I heard Daddy step out. I got even more nervous as the seconds ticked by until he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of sweat-pants.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. It felt like his eyes traveled all over me and finally came back to my face. I started to do handsprings in my mind as he smiled in approval at me. He liked how I looked. Then I saw a glimmer of confusion on his features. I knew it was now or never.
"Daddy, Do you love me?" I asked in a small voice; looking down at my feet.
"Yes Princess, I love you very much," he said, as he placed his fingers under my chin and lifted so that we were eye to eye.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're beautiful Baby. Why?"
"Daddy, I want you to make love to me," I said. Then it was like a damn burst and all of my feelings for my father boiled over and came out. I told him how I loved him as both a daughter and as a woman; but that I would understand, if he didn't want to change our relationship.
"Oh Princess," he said as he gathered me into his arms. "Is this because of Heather and Greg; or is this something you really and truly want?"
I couldn't lie to him so I said, "It's both Daddy. Watching Heather and Greg helped me to realize that I what I felt for you is more than a daughter should for her father; but I also want this for me. I love you and I know you like no other person since Mom died. I want you to be happy and I think I am the best person to make you happy. I know I'm young and all; but I love YOU. I guess what really decided me was the fact that you already had a relationship like ours before. If you loved your own little sister enough to marry her, maybe you could love your daughter almost as much. Please Daddy? I know it would be hard for me to take Mom's place, but I'd like to try." (I don't know why, but whenever I think of him as my father, it's "Dad," but when I want something, or think he's sexy, it's "Daddy.")
He sat us down on his bed and held me to him. He slowly stroked my hair with his big hands. It felt wonderful and I gave myself over to his caresses; but it was all fatherly in feel. For a long time he didn't say anything. When about five minutes had passed, I felt like my heart was dead. I had made a mistake. He didn't want me like I wanted him. I began to squirm out of his grasp as tearing sobs racked my body. I had to get away. I wanted to die!
He just held me tighter and turned my face up to his and then it happened. He kissed me. At first it was a soft gentle kiss. More like a father's than a lover's. I looked up into his face and saw love there, as well as something else. He kissed me again, this time with passion, and I felt his tongue flick out and taste my lips. With a shuddering groan of surrender I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I threw my arms around his neck and put all of my heart into my kisses. I tried to show my father that he and he alone would always own my heart.
Our passions built; and I felt his hands begin to slide over my body in what was now a lover's caress. First they dipped down my back to grasp and knead my ass. I felt a flush of heat spread out from my loins and encompass my entire body. His hands felt so good on my slight form. I pressed back into them and let out soft mewls of pleasure. Then his hands began to travel up my body; caressing my smooth skin. He gently untied the bows at the shoulders of the Baby-Doll, and let it fall around my waist; freeing my breasts.
I shivered in anticipation of his touch on my chest; and was rewarded with it almost immediately. He gently felt and squeezed my twin orbs. His pulling gently on my nipples caused fireworks to shoot through my entire being; and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. We broke our kiss and looked into each other's eyes with a kind of special wonder you have when you find your perfect match.
"You're so soft and pretty," he husked to me, as his face dropped lower. I felt his kisses on my torso; and they burned like fire. He kissed my shoulders and neck first; nearly driving me mad with the sensation. Then he drifted lower still. First he kissed the shallow valley between my breasts; then the right and then the left. Finally he kissed each of my nipples. I thrust my chest out and moaned out my pleasure; begging him to suck harder. He complied; swapping from right to left every few seconds. I felt my inner fires begin to roar and knew I was close. I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him against my chest.
My insides were on fire and I was panting in quick shallow breaths when it finally happened. I felt Daddy's right hand slither down my abdomen and cup my pussy mound. His middle finger rested right in my groove, and began to rub gently. The fire in my belly increased a hundredfold, and I cried out my pleasure, "Oh Daddy Yes!!! It feels so good!!! Yes! Daddy Yes!"
Then I came. My brain was overloaded with the pleasure he was giving me. I felt a massive surge of pleasure rip through me, as my first true orgasm hit. It was in that moment, when all other concerns and cares were thrust away from me, that my mind refused to let go of the fact that this was my father, the man I loved, and that I was his now. That knowledge fueled my orgasm; sending it higher and higher. As my body tensed and jerked in spasms, my heart and mind welded shut the door to my soul to any other but Daddy. I was his. From now on, there was truly no man in my life but my father (at least not sexually, or as a lover).
I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and found myself cradled in my father's strong arms. I could smell the faint scent of his soap on him and his own scent as well. I turned my head and smiled my most radiant smile at him. He gave me a small sly one in return. I moved my hand so that I caressed his chest and kissed his nipple. I stood on shaky legs, and let the Baby-Doll fall to the ground. I took his hand and pulled on it; signaling him to stand.
He did so; and with sure fingers I pulled his sweatpants down and off. His erection sprang out into full view. I turned and backed to the bed; drawing my father after me. My nervousness was gone; and all that remained was the desire to finish our union and properly consummate our new relationship. When I felt the bed behind me I laid back upon and spread my legs in a welcoming gesture to the man who now owned my body and soul... my own father.
"I'm ready Daddy," I said. "Please make love to me now."
"Yes Princess... now and forever."
I felt the bed sag as my father's weight came down between my legs. I knew I was ready. I could feel the juices of my arousal slowly seeping down my legs. We exchanged another deep loving kiss; and then I felt the head of my father's penis touch my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart and looked down to see where we would soon become one.
I think that the first time watching my father's cock begin to enter my virgin pussy was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Even seeing Greg squirming on top of Heather, pumping his penis in my sister's body and getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby by filling her barely pubescent womb with thick white squirts of incestuous seed, wasn't as sexy as watching my own father prepare to do the same thing to me. I could feel the thick purple head of Daddy's cock push open my pussy lips and begin to burrow its way into me.
Soon Daddy had the head of his prick inside my body, and up against my hymen. The he began to thrust in small gentle pulses. He worked out and in; stretching my hymen instead of plowing straight through. Eventually my hymen tore gently with very little pain; and I saw and felt my father/lover's cock vanish up into my body. Soon he was three-quarters of the way in; and had bottomed out against my cervix.
The feeling was unlike any I had ever known. I was so full, yet it felt so right. Daddy began to take longer thrusts; as I began to let out pants and mewls of pleasure while we worked together to combine ourselves into one being. Soon Daddy was stroking in long powerful thrusts that shoved me up the bed toward the headboard. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged him to go faster.
"Oh Daddy more! Faster. Oh yes!!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. The fires in my body were again raging higher and higher. The pleasures I was getting and giving were so great that I never wanted them to end.
"Fuck your daddy, Princess!" Dad ordered me. "So Good! So Tight! I want to fuck you forever, Princess."
Soon Daddy's strokes began to speed up; and I knew from watching Greg and Heather that he was getting close to cumming. The thought of my own father ejaculating his sperm inside my body, filling my womb with incestuous baby-making seed, was incredibly thrilling. "Cum inside me Daddy, please?" I begged him. "I want it inside me." I locked my legs and arms around my father, and began to furiously thrust my hips up to his. My fire was soon at its peak; and then I was over it. I again lost control of my mind and body as a massive orgasm shot through me. I was dimly aware of Daddy saying he was cumming. I was locked in a world of pleasure and love and I never wanted it to end. My last words before I passed out from the pleasure were, "I love you Daddy."
Slowly I began to become aware of myself again. Something heavy was on me; and it was hard to move. The I realized it was my own father lying exhausted on my body after cumming inside me, and I welcomed the weight. I put my arms around him and stroked up and down his back gently. I thought of the millions and millions of his sperm now swimming up through the neck of my uterus and on into my womb in search of an egg, and wished them all the best of luck. I wanted our first child to be conceived tonight, in the midst of this discovery of our love.
Daddy lifted up and looked into my eyes with a shy hesitant smile on his lips. "You know Princess, you're the first woman I've been with, since I lost your mother. I love you Andrea."
I felt sorry for my father; missing pleasures like this after having enjoyed them for years with his little sister. It must have been Hell for daddy, when Mom died. "I promise I won't leave you Daddy," I replied. I reached up and kissed him, as a promise of our new bond. We snuggled down into his bed, and continued to trade kisses and words of endearment for a while. Then I felt Daddy growing hard again. This time he rolled over on his back, and drew me on top of him. I helped him raise me up, and then put my hand on his cock.
"You put it in this time, Princess."
I took Daddy's cock, centered it on my pussy, and slowly sank down its length. It felt bigger now, and stretched me in new ways. I welcomed it; and reveled in the feeling. I leaned down and kissed my father. I started to undulate my hips as we traded passionate kisses. I broke our kisses and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I want our first child to be conceived tonight."
The effect my words had on my father was electric. He surged up off the bed; lifting me on just his cock. He grabbed my head and kissed me hard; thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I loved it as we took each other this way, with my father's cock impaling me like a spike. I could feel that Daddy was getting close to cumming again for the second time because of my words; and I decided to whisper to him again. "I want you to keep me pregnant for the next thirty years, Daddy. I never want to be without your child growing inside me, ever again."
"Oh baby!" Daddy cried as he again bucked up into me and came. "I'll try... I swear I'll try."
That was what I wanted to hear, and the words were even more erotic to me than what came next; as I felt my father's penis first swell inside my cunny, then jerk powerfully. I could swear I felt each powerful spurt of his semen into my body; as each thick white jet of my father's potent seed splashed wetly into my womb where it belonged (they say you can't; but I was so sensitive and receptive that I'll still swear I could). I collapsed onto Daddy's chest as he came down from his orgasm; while I tried mightily to milk each precious drop of my father's sperm inside my tummy. I felt Daddy wrap his arms wrap around me and pull me tighter into him.
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Yes. I want your . . . our children so badly. I want you to get me pregnant, and keep me that way forever. Please Daddy."
"We'll see, Princess. Andrea, when was your last period?"
"About two weeks ago. So hopefully I already am. This is my best time to conceive."
"Well, if we miss this one, we'll just have to shoot for the next one, won't we?"
In spite of myself, I couldn't help but giggle at that one. Shortly Daddy joined me in quite sniggers; as my cunny kept trying to milk a few more drops of precious seed out of his body and into mine, to replace those leaking out around his still half-hard prick. We didn't get much sleep that night.
Things changed around our house after that evening. I moved into Daddy's room with him full time; and I also got the home-schooling option like Heather. We made love at least twice a day; sometimes even more. I even went to work with Daddy a few times; and spent hours under his desk nursing on his cock. Our family was firmly set in two couples now. We even went on double-date family outings.
I remember a time when Greg and Heather nearly got caught making out in a theater while Daddy and I did the same thing, a few rows back. Luckily WE saw the usher coming, and hissed at my siblings in time for them to get decent... barely. The funny thing was, if the usher had headed back for us instead of my brother and sister, we would have been really caught; as Daddy was just starting to spurt inside me, filling my tummy with squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous cum; and there's not a way in the world we could have stopped. As it was, by the time the usher headed our way, Daddy and I were just a little girl and her father enjoying the movie together; (never mind the fact that the thirteen-year-old "little girl" had a cunny full of her own father's sperm; drooling in thick white globs out of her well-fucked little cunny) while Heather and Greg, who almost got caught, had to go home horny. Scary as it was, we giggled for weeks over that one.
About a month after our first lovemaking session I began to develop morning-sickness, just like Heahter had. Thankfully, mine only lasted for about a week. Heather and I were both pregnant, and strange as it may see, we both started to get along much better, once I finally "caught." We'd sit around and discuss events of the day, our future children, anything that came up. We helped each other around the house; and Heather even asked me to teach her to cook (almost shocking me). It was during one Sunday afternoon when Heather was in her eighth month, and I was in my fourth, that we really worked out our differences.
"Andrea, I want to talk about our bet," she said.
"OK what about it?" I asked. "Scared you're going to lose?"
Heather surprised me. "Do we really need it any more?" she asked. "We both have what we always wanted; and I don't want to fight with you anymore. We're twins; let's be sisters as well."
"Heather, are you scared you're going to lose?" I repeated, suspiciously.
"No. I just don't think that we need to compete anymore," she replied, in a serious tone that finally got my attention. "Besides, I don't WANT to take all of Mom's jewelry from you. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Yeah," I said, still somewhat suspicious; but now more interested than cynical. My sister's remark that she didn't want my share of our mother's jewelry made me listen. I had been having somewhat guilty thoughts about taking HER share as well... you see, even then, I was SURE I was going to win... as was Heather. While I always had loved my twin, now I was beginning to like her too.
"The only reason I started to hang around Daddy, was to get you jealous enough so you would go for him yourself; and be happy like I am with Greg," she explained.
Oh. Some things finally started to make sense. "Really and honestly?" I asked.
"Yes, 'Little Sister,' really and honestly. I knew you loved Dad... and well I guess I always HAVE loved Greg. That's why I was always with him. I didn't want to take a chance and let some other girl have him. So can we call off the original bet? I really don't want to cheat you out of Mom's jewelry, and I've got too big a head-start for you to catch up."
"Okay the original bet is off," I agreed. "Only just what do you mean by 'original' bet? Did you have something else in mind?"
Heather gave me her smug superior "older sister" smile; and said, "Well, Sister-Mine, I still think my man is more of a stud than yours. I think we'll have more children than you two ever will."
Of course, this got my dander (as well as my pride) up. "Oh you do!" I almost sneered. For all of my newfound liking for Heather, I really HAD planned on winning our original bet.
"Yes I do; and here's the new bet: I will have more children with Greg, than you and Dad will in ten years. I figure that's a lot fairer than only four years, and makes it a real race. Besides, even if you DID catch me, I figure in ten years I can blow you away." This was said with such an engaging grin, that for once I didn't feel angry at my big sister's overconfidence.
"Okay; so what do we bet this time?" I asked my sister. Much as I hate to admit it, even with Daddy's baby starting to stretch my tummy, I knew that it would be a really hard row to hoe, to catch her in only four years. Ten years (as Heather knew as well as I did) would be a much better test... both of our fertility, AND of our ability to attract our partner; not to mention our resolve to keep on having kids. Yes, a much better test. I figured in ten years, I could really blow my big sister away.
"This," she said; reaching into a bag at her feet. Heather pulled out a silver cup and handed it to me. The cup was heavy and beautifully made. The silver shown without a trace of tarnish. Engraved upon the cups rim were the words, "Champion Breeder of the Conrad Family."
"Whichever of us wins the contest, gets the cup," she explained. It must have cost Heather a fortune to have it made. I was almost overwhelmed with her generosity in having it made, just to make up with me. It must have cost almost as much as all of Mom's jewelry. Well... maybe half of it.
"I love it!" I squealed and hugged my sister. "I think this cup will look very good on the mantle in our house."
"I do too," she pointedly reminded me.
"Heather, I love you!" I couldn't help saying,
"I love you too, Andrea!"
Epilogue. I won the cup by one child. I delivered a set of happy and healthy twin boys from my father and my first lovemaking session. Heather was fit to be tied. I had gone from down one, to ahead by one. There's nothing like having your father make your own brother or sister inside you (though Heather insists it's more fun to have your own brother's baby). What's even better, is to have both a brother and sister kicking and squirming inside your tummy at the same time. Yes, I managed that, too.
Well, to make a long story short: In the first ten years my father and I had eight children: four boys and four girls. Heather and Greg had seven: five girls and two boys. While Heather has had one more pregnancy than I have, (I think nursing twins slowed me down a little.) I'm actually ahead, by having two sets of twins. (As you can tell, twins run in the family by Daddy; and it was this fact I had counted on in the original bet.) Daddy and I plan to have several more; and Heather and Greg do as well. In fact, we were both pregnant at the end of our bet; (It was a close thing actually; as Heather "caught" four months before the end, while I just barely got the brown-ring in my EPT a month before the deadline.) bringing the "official count" to nine for me, and eight for Heather. Both Greg and Daddy had a good laugh when they learned of our bet, when Heather presented me with the trophy in front of the entire family. Still, I'm quite proud of it; and it does look nice over the fireplace. Funny thing though... it still doesn't have my name on it; though Heather has promised to have it engraved several times. Our house is a now large happy home; filled with well-loved children. It doesn't get any better.
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