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.