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   From: mccoyf@millcomm.com   
      
                                 Getting into trouble   
                                   An Erotic Story   
      
        It's amazing how much trouble kids can get into if you don't keep an eye   
   or   
   at least an ear anyway, on them almost all the time.  It's not just two-year-   
   olds, but older kids and even teenagers.  Or, should I say, especially   
   teenagers.  Not to mention the even bigger troubles that teenagers can get   
   their   
   younger siblings into, that the smaller kids probably wouldn't even think of.   
   I'd had lots of experience by now defusing things like fights between the kids;   
   not just the older boys, but between the girls, and sometimes between the boys   
   *and* the girls.   
        When Mike and I got married when he was 22 and I was 19, we worked hard   
   and   
   pumped out kids together as fast as we could, one every year for six years,   
   until the end of August was a very busy time indeed with birthdays.  Then, when   
   I had Darlene, the doctor told us that we (or at least *I*) shouldn't have any   
   more kids; so we made it permanent with her.  Kind of sad in a way; but with   
   six   
   wonderful kids already, it seemed like a good idea.  We lost little Josh in a   
   terrible accident when he was only four; so now we just had five kids:  Dan   
   (the   
   oldest) at 15, Mark at 14, their oldest sister Marie at 13, Tony at 12, and   
   Darlene (the youngest) at only ten.  Still, they were all wonderful kids ... If   
   we only kept them from getting into trouble, of course.   
        Since it was me who shouldn't have kids any more, it only made sense for   
   me   
   to have my tubes tied instead of Mike; especially as Darlene was being   
   delivered   
   by C-Section at the time; and they already were in there.  That way, if   
   anything   
   ever happened to me, and he got married again, he could still have kids; while   
   I   
   couldn't anyway.  Besides, it was kind of kinky to think that Mike could have   
   sex with his own sexy little sister when she came over to visit and get *her*   
   in   
   trouble, but not me.     
        Now if there's anything to attract a parent's attention, it's being in a   
   house full of rambunctious kids that suddenly goes quiet.  Usually there's   
   squeaks and bangs and bumps and giggles and even signs of small arguments going   
   on all the time.  So, when you suddenly don't hear anything of the sort except   
   kind of a rhythmic squeaking, you get worried about what the kids are up to.   
   You never know what the kids might be doing together; so you have to check it   
   out and make sure things aren't developing into something that could be real   
   trouble, like a fight or something.  Well, the kids *were* getting into   
   something ... Or at least Dan, the oldest boy was ... His little sister Marie.   
   To say I was astonished to see my eldest son porking the younger girl, sliding   
   his swollen dong in and out of the teenager, was a bit of an understatement.  I   
   mean, boys these days just *don't* have naked sex with their own sisters like   
   they used to, do they?  Dan, it seems, did ... and from the look of his two   
   naked little brothers, watching and waiting for "their turn" with the girl, so   
   did the younger boys!   
        At first I was about to object; especially when I saw Dan thrusting hard   
   between his little sister's legs as he dumped his wad in the girl; holding   
   himself up hard as he pumped thick white goo in his sibling's tight little   
   slit.   
   Then I thought better of even letting the kids know I was there.  After all,   
   wasn't this *so* much better than the usual fights and arguments the kids had   
   sometimes?  At least if the kids were having sex with each other, then I didn't   
   have to worry about them getting into trouble like they might with other   
   activities.  This way there'd be no bloody noses or other unexpected troubles   
   like the kids often had, even when playing games with each other.   
        As I pulled back from the door, I was reminded of this when Dan pulled out   
   of Marie and Mark started climbing on the bed to take his big brother's place.   
   "Hey, it's *my* turn!" objected Tony.  "You *had* yours already!"   
        At first it looked like the older boy might start a fight; but then   
   decided   
   better and grumpily let his younger brother on the bed instead.  Marie didn't   
   seem to mind *which* of her brothers was sliding his swollen dick up her tight   
   little twat; as long as one of the boys was.  Soon the two siblings were   
   putting   
   on almost as good a demonstration of incestuous sex as the girl had done with   
   their older brother.  She seemed to like the smaller dick of her little brother   
   almost as much as the full adult-sized member of the older boy; squirming back   
   at the kid and mewling with pleasure each time the younger boy bottomed out in   
   her before jerking his seed in his big sister's womb just like his big brother   
   had not two minutes earlier.   
        I left just as their middle brother climbed on top of the girl for   
   "seconds" (or was it thirds or even fourths?).  Who knows how long the kids had   
   been going at it?  As I started to leave, hopefully before the kids noticed   
   their voyeur mother peeking on them having sex together, I caught a glimpse of   
   their little sister, eyes seemingly big as saucers, watching the mating of her   
   older siblings on the bed with almost as much interest as I was.  No objections   
   from her about what the three older boys were doing with her big sister; but   
   the   
   only sign she might be interested herself was a fist tucked tightly into the   
   short little dress between her legs, as the younger girl unconsciously   
   satisfied   
   her own arousal.   
        I went back to the living-room, now satisfied that the kids weren't   
   getting   
   into trouble.  When, after lunch, I heard a rhythmic, "bang, bang, bang" of the   
   headboard of Marie's bed later that afternoon, I just grinned and settled down   
   deeper in the couch; now *sure* of what the kids (or at least the boys anyway)   
   were getting into.  At least by having sex with the girls, they weren't getting   
   them into trouble like they might by playing with the neighbor kids.  One less   
   worry for me.   
        That night, when I told Mark how the boys were porking Marie, he grinned   
   back at me while almost going wild himself as he stroked in and out.  To my   
   surprise however, when I told my husband how Darlene had watched the older kids   
   mating on *her* bed without even objecting; just holding a hand between her   
   legs, he pulled out of me before even cumming.   
        "I'd better go talk to the kids," he informed me before heading down to   
   the   
   kids' bedroom, still naked, and his prick still swollen and even dripping pre-   
   cum.  I was so surprised it took me almost two minutes to react enough to   
   follow   
   him down the hall to see what he'd do.   
        Well, after seeing his positive reaction to knowing the kids were already   
   having sex together, it really wasn't all that much shock to see my husband   
   climb on the bed, get between our daughter's legs, and slide *his* swollen and   
   cum-leaking prick up between the little girl's legs and into her swollen and   
   puffy cunny like I'd already described to him what our three sons had done   
   earlier that day.  However, what *was* a surprise, was which girl he was   
      
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