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Safe Sex
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"Safe-Sex"
An Erotic Story
I was on the BBS the other day, and I saw a story about
where a girl "used" her little sister, as a method of "birth-
control". The story was kind of sick, as the older girl both
used, and abused her little sister. It wasn't as bad as some,
because she didn't get into bondage, or pain, or anything like
that. The coercion was purely of the "You'd better do this, or
you'll be in even bigger trouble," type. Still, the relationship
was definitely NOT healthy, even though it did make a fairly HOT
story.
The idea, of using your own little sister, as a method of
"birth-control" is not new to me, as my big brother and I were
doing something similar, with our little sister for years, only
we always called it "Safe-Sex" and she was never forced into
doing anything.
It all started, when my big brother got grounded for a
month, after the big party. I felt a little sympathy for my big
brother, as he was the only one who got punished, and that,
because HE was the one who got "caught." Still, what he had been
about to do, could only be called stupid. So, I wasn't too
sympathetic.
"Well, Geesh!" I said. "It's your own fault!" I was
getting tired of hearing my brother complain about how it wasn't
fair. Especially, as he knew that Linda hadn't gotten punished
at all, and kept rubbing it in, down at school. I was sitting on
my big brother's bed, with my legs dangling, while I listened to
him make the same complaint, for the third time that day. How my
12-year-old, older brother, ever got Linda Shackmier (giggle) to
go with someone 2 years her junior, I'll never know, except that
Linda was Definitely a "slut" and by reputation, would fuck
anything in pants (panties too, I hear). Now, the older girl was
making life miserable for him, blaming him, saying things like "I
knew I should have gone out with a MAN." This, after it had been
HER idea to do it there. Of course Now, I realize that Jason
really didn't have any choice, as he was just getting into his
sexual prime, and the pressure of "not getting laid" was almost
driving him insane. So when a sexy chick like Linda implied that
she would "let him do it" only under her conditions. I guess I
can't really blame him for trying. I don't think Linda really
intended to cheat him. She may have been kinky, but she was
basically too fair (and too horny) for that. She just got off on
the thrill of it.
I continued, pointing this out to my big brother. "In her
own father's car, for God's sake! And a convertible, at that.
Not to mention, right in front of the house. You two were just
TRYING to get caught. Why didn't you hire a brass-band, and set
off fire-works, while you were at it?" I was getting disgusted
at the thought.
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Jason blushed, and explained. "It was the only place she
would do it with me," he said. "You know how kinky Linda is. It
kinda' turned her on, thinking we might get caught."
"Well she did," I said acidly. "And what did you get out of
it, besides a sore knee, that is?"
My brother winced at the reference to his bandaged knee, but
didn't answer, as I continued, "And why, oh WHY, did you pick a
slut like Linda? Couldn't you find some NICE girl, to help you
out? Who knows what you might have picked up from her? It's
probably a good thing, that you WERE caught, before you managed
to do anything."
The fact, that he really HADN'T done anything, seemed to
bother him the most. He had barely gotten Linda's dress up, when
the girl's mother had returned unexpectedly for her missing
checkbook, and "The s**t hit the fan," so to speak.
"Oh, come off it, Karen," said Jason. "If a girl is a
'nice' girl, she doesn't do it. If a girl does it, then by
definition, she isn't a 'nice' girl any more, she's a slut.
That's why I wanted to do it with Linda. I know she liked it,
and I couldn't get her knocked-up, or anything. Heck, Even if
'nice' girls do do it, they wouldn't do it with ME. They all
think I'm too young!" This was said, with all the frustration of
a boy with the sex-drive of an 18 year old, in a 12 year old
body.
I finally took pity on my big brother, and decided it was
time to carry out my plan to ease his boredom, and frustration at
being grounded. "Maybe, that's because you never asked the right
girl," I said quietly.
My brother's hearing is pretty good. In spite of the TV
blaring in the other room, he not only heard, but comprehended
what I was talking about. I watched Jason eyes get big, and then
he hurried over to his bedroom door, looked furtively around, to
make sure Daddy and Mother were busy, and then he shut it,
closing out most of the noise, as well.
"Who?" he gasped, getting right to the point. "Who is she?
You mean, you know someone who wouldn't mind. . ." He didn't say
it. He just grabbed my arms, and pleaded, when I didn't answer.
"Aw, C'mon Karen, don't tease me!"
"I'm not teasing you," I said, blushing a little. "Can't
you tell who it is?"
"Candy? Carol? Ginny?" he asked, naming my girlfriends
off one by one. At my continued head-shakes, he started getting
frantic. "C'mon Karen, who is it?"
"Some high-class lover you are," I sniffed. "Can't even
recognize a willing woman, when you've got her alone, in your own
bedroom." Well, OK, I exaggerated about the "woman" part. But
my big brother DID turn me on. He always had. Even at 3, I had
been following him around like a puppy-dog. At 10, I was getting
almost as frustrated as my big brother, but I knew who I wanted
for a bed-partner, even if he didn't.
Jason's jaw dropped. He may be slow, sometimes, but not
very often, and never very much. "You mean YOU wouldn't mind, if
I? . . ." He couldn't say it. He actually got tongue-tied, and
blushed right down to his hair-roots.
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I could. Finish the sentence, that is. ". . .fucked me?"
I shook my head. Mind? I guess you could say I "minded," in the
same way that a starving man would "mind" being handed a
hamburger, or a man dying of thirst, would "mind" being given a
tall glass of ice-cold milk.
All of a sudden, my big brother seemed to have 14 hands, and
5 pairs of lips, as he began feeling me up all over, and when I
didn't object, Kissing me as well. Suddenly, our clothes seemed
dreadfully in the way, and he was about to pull my panties down,
when the situation reminded him of something. This was almost
exactly the same position he had been in, when Linda's mother
drove up. Not in a bedroom, maybe, but in the car. And our
parents were right outside that door. If they came in, and found
him doing to his little sister, what had gotten him into so much
trouble, when he had just TRIED to do it, with a slut like
Linda. . . My big brother broke out in a cold sweat, suddenly
losing interest.
"What's the matter?" I asked. I had just been getting into
it.
"We can't do it here!" said Jason, glancing fearfully at the
door. His voice rose almost to a wail. "I don't know of
ANYPLACE we can do it. Not where someone won't walk in on us
sometime." He had a point. Kids our age, didn't have any REAL
privacy. Maybe, for a good reason, too. Think how many kids
would get knocked-up, if they all had someplace "private" that no
adult, or anyone they DIDN'T want, could look into. Still, I had
an answer to this, too. When I decided to help "take care" of my
big brother's "horny" problem, I had thought of this, as well,
and had an answer already prepared.
"We'll just have to use my room," I said.
Jason gaped at me. "Oh, Fine!" he said sarcastically. "And
I suppose Diane will play lookout for us, or maybe she gets off,
on the idea of watching her older brother and sister doing the
big-nasty on her bed." Jason almost sneered at the idea, of
using the bedroom I shared with my little sister, to have sex in.
I grinned. This was getting to be fun! "Got it right!" I
crowed. "Both times! I can't believe it! Except Diane insists
that we DON'T use her bed. She says she's NOT sleeping on a wet-
spot, that she didn't help create."
It was almost comical, to watch the sandbagged expression on
my big brother's face. It took him almost 2 minutes to recover,
and then, only when he had an inspiration. "You're kidding," he
said. "Right?"
"Nope!" I said. Jason's amazement returned. "Think about
it," I said. "Our room is downstairs, in the far corner of the
house. Nobody can come down there, without us hearing them, on
those old creaky stairs. If we don't yell, or scream, or
something, no one will. Best of all, there's a back-exit."
Jason looked at me.
"The bathroom," I amplified. "You can get to it from our
room." Diane's and my bedroom, had once been the master-
bedroomof the house. Mom and Dad preferred to sleep upstairs,
and so Diane and I had gotten it, as our parents didn't figure
Jason would need as much room, as two girls. Of course, if they
had originally figured on all his computer-equipment. . .
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"Side exit," he quibbled. "And you mean Diane's going to go
for this?"
"Uhuh," I reassured him. "She said she didn't mind being a
lookout, as long as she got to watch. . . Do you know how HARD it
is for a kid her age, to find out about sex? Wouldn't you have
given your right-arm, to have a chance to watch, when you were
her age?"
Jason nodded. He had once been 5 years old, himself. So,
for that matter, had I.
Jason made up his mind. "Well then, Little Sister," he
said, his comical voice putting capitals on the last two words,
"what in the heck, are we waiting for?" He grabbed my arm, and
started for the door.
I stayed put on the bed, and he jerked back, as my arm
brought him to a halt. "Diane," I said, answering his question.
"This isn't going to work, unless we DO have a lookout. We're
going to be too busy, to watch out, and if we don't. . ."
"We get caught," finished Jason. "Shit. And it'll be
HOURS, before skating practice is over.
"Just 18 more minutes," I teased him, looking at the clock
on the bedstand.
"Well, it'll seem like hours," he retorted. "Let's get out
of here, before looking at you in that sexy little dress gets the
better of me, and I rape you right here, on the floor, Mommy and
Daddy in the next room, or not."
"You really think it's sexy?" I asked, twirling in the mini-
skirt that barely covered the bottom of my matching panties, as I
got up to follow him out the door. I knew I looked sexy in it,
that's the only reason I had bought it, but a girl likes to hear
it from a man.
"Grrrr," he said, reaching for the doorknob, and almost
getting the door in his face, as Daddy peeked in, proving just
how right we had been.
"There's something you two kids should see, on television,"
he said. Jason and I looked at each other. We both knew, that
it had just been an excuse. Daddy had been worried, about what
his two children had been doing, alone, in his son's bedroom, and
had gone to check up. If he had been only 5 minutes earlier. . .
We both shivered.
Actually, it turned out that Daddy was right. They were
showing the news on television about the upcoming ice-stravegan
za, and they actually showed Diane skating! The were calling her
a "Local girl, who shows a lot of talent, for her age." I
thought that last, was a little unfair, as Diane showed a lot of
talent for MY age, let alone 5 years old.
The remaining 15 minutes raced by, after all, as we all
discussed this. Then Diane got home, and was all excited, and
wanted to see her interview. She was disappointed that they
didn't show the interview with her, insisting that they had said
they would. (Actually, they did, that night, on the 10 o'clock
news.) We all watched, as Daddy re-ran the tape several times.
Then it was dinner time. Then chores. It was two hours,
before we were free. Finally!
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Diane and I, announced, loudly, that we would be downstairs,
working on her skates, while Jason announced (also loudly) that
he was going over to see Mike. He went down to the front-door,
opened it, and slammed it, then went downstairs to the bathroom.
That way, if somebody noticed, he'd have an explanation.
About two minutes later, Diane and I were clambering down
the stairs, gaily chattering, as if this wasn't really the most
exciting day of our lives. The first time that I got to fuck,
and the first time that she got to watch!
Once we were inside the door, and had it closed and locked
we made a mad-scramble for the bathroom door. Jason was waiting
impatiently, on the other side.
Ten seconds later, we were hurriedly getting undressed,
after Diane assured him that she really wanted to do this. Jason
had his pants down around his legs, when a thought occurred to
him. "How about you, Karen?" he asked. "Are you SURE, that YOU
don't mind?"
I told him that I was positive, but: "If you EVER, so much
as even TOUCH a slut like Linda again, you'll never EVER touch me
again!" I made myself very clear. "I'm not taking a chance, on
picking up some disease, from who-knows-who," I amplified.
Jason looked a little worried. "You mean, I can't date?" he
asked.
"I said 'slut' like Linda. But if you ever so much as stick
a finger in the pussy of anyone else, you'd better have certified
proof, that she's still a virgin." I giggled, at another
thought. "Except me, of course."
Jason's worried look returned, after vanishing when I told
him he could date. "You mean, you aren't a virgin?" he asked.
"I mean," I giggled again, "I won't be, in another 10
minutes!"
"Oh," said Jason thoughtfully. Then louder, "Oh!" A big
grin spread across his face, as he hurried to remove the rest of
his clothing. "I guess I won't be either," he explained.
"Finally!" he said with heartfelt relief.
By this time, we were both naked, but suddenly shy, as we
approached each other. We were distracted by movement in the
corner of the room. Diane was just removing the last item of her
own clothing. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'm just going to
watch. I just feel more comfortable, if I'm not the only one
still dressed, in the room. Go ahead, you two, pretend that I'm
not even here."
Well, it was impossible to forget she was there, and I
really didn't want to. For one thing, Diane had stationed
herself near the door, with one ear against it, as her eager eyes
took in everything else. I knew that Diane was taking her role
of lookout seriously, and wouldn't let us down. For another, it
was kind of kinky-sexy, to think of making love to my own big-
brother, while my cute little sister watched. "C'mere Big Boy,"
I husked low in my throat. (OK, OK!, I didn't "husk" more like
squeaked, actually) "Let's fuck!"
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Jason almost burst out laughing, at my attempt to be sexy.
Somehow, he managed to stifle it. (Later, he told me, that he
found me sexiest, when I was just myself. Just a normal,
giggling schoolgirl.) Still, he didn't waste any time. Two
seconds later, I was lying on the bed, as something big and hard
pushed into the tiny little hole between my legs. "Oh!" we both
said, as the head of his penis snapped into the entrance to my
vagina. His cock had been leaking so much pre-cum, for the past
hour, that it was slippery as a greased cucumber. I groaned, as
I felt my self being packed inside, as he pushed it in farther.
Jason stopped. "Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly, after
hearing my groan.
"Unngh," I groaned again. "Feel's good," was all I was able
to get out.
Jason grinned, so big, that I thought it was going to split
his face. Here he was, fucking his own sexy 10 year old little
sister, and she thought it "feels good." He started sliding his
cock in and out of me, faster and faster. Suddenly, the
wonderful feeling of his cock inside me gave way to an unexpected
sensation, as he went deeper and deeper inside my hot little
hole. The feeling was pain!
"Jason," I said, "wait. Jason, I. . . I. . . IEEEEEEEEK!"
I shrieked, as my big brother's cock suddenly slid all the way up
in my belly, and his pubic-hair came to rest against my bare
little pussy-lips. I was vaguely aware of my little sister slip
ping into a robe, and going through the bathroom, as she went to
check out the reaction my scream had on our parents.
"Sa...Sah...Sorry," panted my big brother. From the feeling
of his cock jerking inside me, he wasn't too sorry. "Should I
pull it out?"
"Don't be silly!" I muttered. After all this lead-up, to
stop just when I got my cherry popped, didn't make much sense.
"Just go easy, OK?"
Well, I've got to hand it to my big brother; he tried. He
kept getting all exited, and would start ramming his cock up
inside me, then would remember, and slow down. Then, 30 seconds
later, he'd get all exited again. During this time, I was
vaguely aware of my little sister's return to the room, and her
interested gaze. I knew it was OK, as she didn't say anything.
"Oh stop it Jason," I said, referring to his attempts to take it
easy on me.
Jason froze, until I continued. "Stop trying to take it
easy on me," I explained. "Hurry up and cum in me. I'll like it
better next time. You're just making it hurt more, by trying to
take it easy."
My big brother started to push his cock back up inside me,
hard this time, when something else started to bother him. "Uh
Karen," he said, "you don't mean that, do you? About having me
'cum' in you, I mean. I don't want to get you pregnant."
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I grinned up at my big brother. He cared enough about me,
to actually pull out, just when he needed to cum the most.
"Don't be silly," I said. "You can cum in me, as much as you
want. I haven't even started having my 'monthlies' yet, so you
don't have to worry." I didn't mention a few horror-stories I
had heard, about girls who got pregnant, before they ever HAD
their "period." "Actually, it might be fun, to pretend, that
you're trying to knock me up, and I'm going to actually get
pregnant, when you squirt your sperm inside me."
Even the thought, must have been too exiting for Jason.
Suddenly, I felt the head of his cock expand inside me, as I felt
his motion became a lot slicker I felt a slow pulsing, as my big
brother's cock began filling me with his rich creamy seed.
Knowing that my own brother was actually squirting the sticky
white stuff that makes babies inside my crack, was thrilling to
me. I didn't climax; but I was very happy; to know I was doing
this for my own wonderful big brother.
Finally my brother stopped pissing his creamy cum inside my
belly. "Whoooo! Thanks, Sis," he said. "Hadn't you better go
douche?"
"Don't be silly," I said. "Even if I could get pregnant,
that just washes it further up inside you. I told you, not to
worry. You can cum in me, all you want, and I won't get
pregnant, and you won't catch any diseases either. Now that's
what I call 'Safe-Sex'. Just remember, as long as you stick with
me, you can have all the 'Safe-Sex' you want. But if you
ever. . ."
"I know," he said, "it won't be 'Safe' any more, so you
won't let me. Don't worry, Karen. I won't forget."
He didn't either.
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That's how it all started. From that day on, we practiced
our "Safe-Sex" as we called it two or three times a day. The
third time, I had my first climax, with a man's (well, OK, boy's)
cock pulsing my belly full of his baby-making sperm. After that,
I was almost as frantic to get laid, as Jason was. One wonderful
night, we spent the whole night together, while our parents went
fishing. This time, Diane didn't have to play lookout, but she
still watched, interestedly.
Diane always did watch. She never showed any signs of
wanting to do it herself, but seemed to be pleased that she was
able to help us out, as we seemed to need it a lot. And we did.
This went on, for two wonderful years, until one day, I felt
cramps in my stomach, and later, when I wiped myself after
peeing, I found blood on the tissue. Shit! I was having my
first period.
That night, we were making love as usual, when I remembered.
I could get pregnant now! My big brother was fast approaching
his climax, when I told him, "Jason. You've got to pull out. I
had my period today. I could get pregnant. Jason!"
My brother was almost past hearing. "Don't want to pull
out," he mumbled. "Want to cum inside you. Don't want to get
you pregnant. Want to cum inside. Oh Karen, I don't know what
to dooo!" He kept on pumping, and in a minute, I knew my big
brother's sperm would be flooding my now-fertile womb.
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"I do," said Diane, as she pulled my big brother out of my
arms. Skating makes for great muscles. I honestly think my
little sister could fight both of us together, and win. She's
that strong. Jason looked like he was going to cry, as a droplet
of sperm was already starting to ooze from the tip of his penis.
I shuddered. What if that drop, had gotten in me.
"I said, I know what to do," said Diane. "Cum inside me."
She amplified, at my brother's confused look. We both knew
that Diane didn't really want to have sex, like I did. Not that
she seemed to mind. It's just that her interests were elsewhere.
She liked helping us out though. "You can fuck Karen, but when
you're going to cum, squirt it in me," she said, almost blowing
our minds. "That way you can both have a good time, and Karen
won't get pregnant. I won't mind. Just because I don't care to
fuck, like Karen does, doesn't mean it bother's me."
Jason looked at Diane, now 7 years old, but still looking
only about 4 or 5. Her rigorous exercise had kept her little
figure hard and small. "Are you sure," he asked, barely able to
keep from squirting sperm all over the sheets.
Diane didn't answer, she just lay back on the bed, and
spread her legs. Two seconds later, my big brother had his cock
all the way up inside the little girl, and was spasming her
little womb full of his baby-making sperm. I watched Diane's
eyes open wide in shock, as our big brother's cock almost split
her in two. She had still been a virgin! And Jason had been so
excited, he had not only broken my little sister's virginity, but
had pushed his now 15 year old cock right up inside Diane's
little 7 year old womb! It's no wonder she looked surprised.
Jason shuddered and jerked, on top of my little sister, as
he tried to plant his seed as deeply as possible in the little
girl's belly.
Afterwards, he apologized, for not going a little easier on
her. Diane told him that she didn't mind. "It certainly
felt. . . Well, . . different," she said.
After that, we used Diane, as our "birth-control-device,"
like the girl in the story I told you about. Except, we still
called it "Safe-Sex" Every time, Jason would fuck me, and when
he felt he was about to cum, he'd pull out, and stick it up
inside Diane, and squirt his sperm in her. Diane would just lie
there, and let him inseminate her. Afterwards he would come back
to me, and we would continue making love. Diane always insisted
that she didn't mind taking Jason's sperm inside her. In fact,
she made sure he did, and told him, that if he knocked me up,
there'd be no more "Safe-Sex" for him, from either of us, just
like it would be, if he ever started fooling around with a slut.
We could both tell that she was serious.
Once, I had Jason fuck Diane "for real" from start to
finish. Diane just lay there, barely moving. She said it felt
OK, but she didn't get off on it like I did. She told me, that
it was more fun watching the two of us fuck, than doing it
herself. After that, I stopped feeling like I might be cheating
either her, or Jason out of a good fuck. I knew I wasn't.
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Occasionally, I would feel a little guilty, as I felt like I
was "using" my little sister, like a douche-bag, or condom, or
something, to keep from getting pregnant. Diane giggled at the
idea, and said that she was my "Safe" in the safe-part of "Safe-
Sex," just like a condom was in the advertisements. At first, I
was shocked, then I giggled too. It was funny, after all, using
your own sister, as a method of birth-control.
I really felt guilty, about two years later.
I was watching Jason, after a wonderful night of lovemaking.
He had just finished leaving another big load of incestuous sperm
in my little sister's now 9 year old belly (she didn't look a day
over 7) when I notice something funny. My little sister always
looked healthy; but right then, she looked almost too healthy.
Her eyes were brighter than usual, and there was a warm creamy
glow to her skin, that I hadn't noticed before, but that wasn't
it. What attracted my attention was her belly, when Jason pulled
his big cock out of her. You could always see the little girl's
belly bulge when our big brother's penis went up inside her, but
it had always returned to it's hard, flat self afterwards. This
time it didn't. A small bulge now rounded out the little girl's
belly. I had a sinking sensation. Diane was pregnant.
This, we weren't able to keep from our parents. Somehow, it
all came out. The whole "Safe-Sex" thing. Mommy and Daddy
looked at me, as if it was all my fault. Somehow, I felt the
same way, blaming myself for getting my little sister pregnant.
Diane didn't seem to care. She actually seemed to enjoy
being pregnant. In fact, she insisted that Jason and I go back
to using her for "birth-control," even though Daddy had managed
to get me an appointment to the doctor so I could get on the
'pill'. She said she couldn't "get" pregnant, when she already
was. I never made that appointment.
After Diane's baby was born, (A beautiful little girl she
called "Love.") She still kept on taking Jason's sperm inside
her. She said, that nursing a baby, was a fairly good method to
keep the stork away, and anyway, she didn't mind, if we did have
another "accident," as she was quite happy, with the result of
the first one.
For two more years, my brother and I continued to use our
little sister for birth-control, until he left for college.
It's now two years later, and I'm STILL using my little
sister as a method of birth-control.
I feel a little guilty though, as Diane is pregnant again.
I know, I know! You're wondering how I could do this to my
own little sister. After all my cute words about loving her, and
"Safe-Sex," and all that junk. You're probably also wondering
how I could force my little sister to fuck some boyfriend of
mine, that she hardly knew, and WHY would my little sister let
some guy she hardly knew, get her pregnant.
Well, I didn't, and she didn't. That would have made me
feel REALLY guilty, not just a tiny bit. All you need to know,
is that our mother died about 2 years ago, shortly after Jason
left for college.
You say, that you STILL don't get it?
Dummy! This baby is Daddy's.
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