Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2005 18:02:04 -0500 From: badgod69@aol.com Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 13 We flew Erin and several of the others to our estate on Kauai for the last 3 months of her pregnancy. It was difficult for her to go anywhere locally because it was impossible to disguise the fact that she was hugely pregnant. At first she tried dressing herself in loose sweatshirts and blouses but even that didn't work after a while. People would turn and stare and some even made comments. Most just shook their heads tragically which made us laugh our's off. As if there was anything tragic about the situation! We would have liked nothing better than to parade her around publicly, announcing that we were pleased as punch to have our little 9 year-old girl knocked up and full of clan- love. But eventually the need to hide her condition wore on Erin and she asked if she could go to Kauai earlier than planned. Once on the island, she had a much easier time of it. Our Kauai property was much like a compound. She had everything she needed right there. Plus, Sherry told me that the native Hawaiians who tended the property didn't make such a fuss about the morality of Erin's situation. I had a difficult time being separated from her for those months. I longed to see her naked body and all the changes that were happening to it. Her flat chest had recently begun to puff out a bit and I took great pleasure in sucking and pinching her little budding tits. They were sensitive to the touch, she told me, but she loved it when I'd suckle and compliment her tiny titties. Her cunt was rarely out of my thoughts. Pale, silky hair had begun to sprout on it, wheat- colored strands that would soon grow darker and coarser. A few hairs had even begun to appear between her legs and spread into her sweet little ass crack. I couldn't keep my hands off the little mound of her pussy, stroking and fingering it until she was palpitating as I got her wet and fragrant. I used to love sticking my fingers inside her and leaving them there while she masturbated me or played with my asshole. When I'd withdraw them I'd always smell them deeply, inhaling the lovely bouquet of little girl cunt. Erin would giggle while I smelled her on my fingers and sometimes blush. But she always ended up asking me for a sniff, too. We called this game `stink-finger.' I couldn't get enough of her company and would spend the entire day playing and poking and photographing her. Nothing pleased us more at this time than to talk dirty together. Erin could keep up with me quite well in this department and I had second thoughts about who her father actually was. I had always assumed it was Mike, but Erin shared many of my traits and appetites. She was a randy little girl, just the way I had been as a little boy. And her relentless desire for a good fucking nearly matched my own relentless desire to provide it. Erin had a relatively easy delivery which surprised everyone. Doc Walker warned us that little girls frequently had difficulties with their first delivery but Erin was a special little 9 year-old. When they flew back home I was beside myself as we waited for the plane to land. Most of the clan was there along with me. The only ones missing were Mike and Adam and the bulk of the toddlers. Mike was in the countryside on a film project, this time actually performing in a straight porn feature for which he was paid a whopping $2K. We laughed when he told us how little he'd make but he said the leading lady was hot and a total nympho and the producer had promised Mike that he would lend him some equipment to make a film after the shoot. Adam was playing in a little league baseball game. We had explained to him that no one would be able to attend and watch him play due to the flight coming in at the same time, but he refused to miss the game. He arranged to spend the night at one of his team mate's houses. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that Adam would initiate the boy into sex- play if he could later that night. I fantasized all afternoon about what they might get up to, couldn't get the idea out of my head. The Orlands acted as our on-call babysitters and we left our toddlers in their care while we trekked to the airport. When we saw Erin and the others disembark and walk down the ramp towards us my heart leapt into my mouth at the same moment that my cock rolled like a whale in my pants. There she was, my beautiful little grand-daughter/wife holding a blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms. Sherry, Stella, Matt and Toby followed closely behind her, trying to control a few of the toddlers that had accompanied them. They were all beaming but looking slightly uncomfortable. I shared what they felt. While we all understood the need for complete discretion when in public, at times our excitement got the better of us and then caution went to the wind. Now was one of those times. Erin hurried towards us and almost skipped the final few yards until she could clasp me around the waist and hug herself close to me. She pressed her chest against my crotch and wriggled lightly as I embraced her tighter, increasing the pressure against my dick. Immediately I could feel my cock harden like instant-setting cement in my pants. Erin felt it, too, and looked sweetly up into my face. She grinned at me and winked. I chuckled breathlessly. I caught her in my arms and lifted her and the baby up in the air. I gave her a hearty kiss on the lips and then set her back down to get a look at the baby. Inside the blanket was one of the most beautiful little boys I had ever laid eyes on. His bright blue eyes and wisp of brown hair made him look much like Matt had when he was an infant. There could be no question as to who his daddy was. "What's his name?" I asked with a huge loving smile on my face. We had decided to keep his name secret until they got home. Erin and Matt giggled and shot each other a quick glance. "We named him Morcolm," Erin said. "Malcolm?" I answered back, unsure I had heard the name correctly. "No, Morcolm," Matt replied and again he and Erin looked at each other and snickered. "Wow," was all I said, quickly trying to figure in my head how we could get away with such an outrageous name. "Spelled M-O-R-C-O-L-M," Erin added. "Pronounced `more cum'," said Matt. Again, they giggled. Sherry and I exchanged a look and she rolled her eyes and sighed, as if to say "I know, but they insisted." I asked what his whole name was. "Morcolm Trevor Setnakht Maguire." Erin rattled off the name like a magical formula. "Sweet," I murmured, figuring we could salvage something out of that. I had crouched down onto my haunches to get a better view of the baby and the others were all standing in a tight circle around us. Herds of other travelers swept past us as we appeared to be still greeting each other after a long separation. The truth of the matter was that I had slipped my hand up Erin's shorts to finger her pussy. It had, after all, been over 3 months since we'd played together last. I was delighted to feel her bare cunt meet my feverish fingertips, immediately aroused by the feel of wetness just inside the lips. "No panties..." I muttered as I moved my fingers briskly over her little clit. "No way, grandpa," she whispered back to me, widening her stance slightly so I could finger her even deeper. "I knew you'd be here to pick us up." Everyone in our group knew exactly what was happening. Tim glanced around to make sure no one knew what was going on right under their noses. When he was sure no one suspected anything he glanced at me briefly and very slightly nodded, letting me know that I could continue the mutual pleasuring. I noticed Matt and Toby both pull at their crotches, adjusting their dicks as they swelled from the sight. I was consumed by a desire to pull her shorts down and bury my face in her cunt. To kiss it, lick it, sniff it, suck on it, lay my grizzled cheek against the tender, warm flesh and inhale her heavenly aroma. Reining in my natural instincts for the time, I stood up as I made one final clutch at Erin's crotch. Taking the baby from her, we moved in a group to the luggage carousel. Erin kept a tight hold of my hand as we waited for their suitcases, she keeping a hawk-eye out for her adorable set of matching pink luggage. "You didn't forget that my birthday is Saturday, did you?" she asked me, gazing into my eyes. "No, of course not, sweetie. Are you more excited about turning 10 or the party?" "Uhm...both!" she smiled back at me, clearly excited by the prospect of her upcoming birthday celebration. I was completely charmed by how much she was still a normal little girl, even if she had just delivered a baby created with her sex-obsessed adult `brother'. We gazed at each other, silent except for our laughing eyes. "I love you so much, baby," I said quietly. "I love you too, Cal. I mean, Grandpa Cal." She giggled like a little jokester. As soon as we got home we helped them unpack and then we all just sort of naturally gravitated to our bedroom. We had a marvelous welcome home session of endless love-making, surrounded by all of our new babies and toddlers. It felt wonderful seeing them all around us as we celebrated our reuniting with a lot of lusty cavorting. The next day, the entire clan was at the house by mid-morning. We set to work on 3 major projects: 1) making the final selections of who would move into 2 of our other homes in the neighborhood 2) finalizing plans for Erin's birthday party 3) beginning our set program for socializing and sexualizing the babes We knocked off the first 2 projects in under an hour. In the house closest to ours we decided to place Matt and Toby, Erin and Zach, Lily and Adam, and half of the babies. In the other house, only 2 blocks over from us, we placed Sherry and Mike along with the rest of the babes. Mike and Sherry had reiterated their longtime dream of living together as husband and wife. We figured this was the perfect opportunity to make their dream a reality. We agreed that the household headed by Matt should be closest to our main house because he was younger and might need more help managing things. Honestly, we also had some concerns over just how effective he'd be as head-of-house. Matt was a confirmed stoner and wasn't big on housekeeping. While he was great with kids and they loved him to pieces, he wasn't much of a disciplinarian; Toby filled that role and did it very lovingly and very well. They were good together, each one making up for what the other lacked. In many ways, even at 26, Matt was still just a big kid. He'd never lived on his own before without older adults taking care of things. Even he had some concerns over how effective he'd be. But we all agreed that it was worth trying out and seeing how it went. We could always make adjustments. I was left to stay in the big house with my brother Tim, Stella, Colin, and Wills. I have to admit I wasn't great at tending babies. Tim and Stella weren't all that interested in the job either. We had our own areas of expertise to contribute in the rearing of our little kids, but babysitting wasn't one of them. The Orlands would continue living in the guest house on our property, same as before. Trish was big-bellied with Brendan, the love-child created by myself and my son Colin. He was due to enter the scene in just a few months. Colin and I were floating our way into seventh heaven at the prospect of having our very own child. We looked forward, now that the clan had been distributed throughout 3 houses, to raising Brendan in what would be a predominantly male environment. We wondered what untold pleasures and joys would unfold. Another reason I had pushed for Matt's household being the closest to the main house was to keep my lusts and desires satisfied. The idea behind Erin being close-by, along with Matt and Adam and all the others, was so that I could always have easy access to them. Additionally, those in Matt's house seemed to have a larger appetite for our loving games and activities. Which is not to say that the clan members in the house further away were not loved or adventurous love- makers. It was simply a matter of which members were most often on my mind or on my dick. The night after the moves had been completed is a good example of how things were now running. Tim and I had cooked dinner for our household and Stella remarked that it seemed odd to have the house so quiet (relatively speaking, that is.) I suggested that she call Matt's house and see if they were interested in coming over for dinner. She did and they were. We all smoked out before dinner and we drank 3 good bottles of wine with the meal. By the time Stella had cleared the table and got the kitchen cleaned up we were all feeling energetic and frisky. Adam, Lily, Zach, Wills and Erin were cavorting around the living room, all squeals and fidgety energy. Tim and I watched them while we smoked several more bowls from the bong. At one point, the kids were all leaning over the back of the sofa as they wrestled and scrambled over and around each other. As we looked on, I noticed that Adam was surreptitiously maneuvering the younger kids into repeatedly assuming a butts-up position for longer and longer periods of time, apparently simply to gratify his urge to see and poke their tight little holes with his grubby fingers. Finally, amid gales of excited giggles, all 5 kids – ranging in age from 8 ½ to just under 12 years old -- were lined up with their little butts wriggling in the air. Erin understood what was going on before the others, her giggles quickly turning into a breathless randiness as she ground her little cunt against the fabric of the sofa. Adam was already humping it and it took only seconds of demonstration before the others figured it out, too. "Look at them, bro. Ever seen anything so fucking cute?" I whispered to Timmy. Tim laughed quietly, his eyes fixed on the show the little ones were putting on for their own enjoyment. "Sexy, too," he whispered back. There was a pause in our conversation as we just watched and appreciated our kids loving natures. I guess the same idea occurred to me and my brother at the same time, because I turned to him to say what was on my mind just as he did the same. I began, "Hey, I've got – " " – got an idea" Tim said simultaneously. We laughed and poked each other in the ribs. Just like we've done to each other since we were little kids ourselves. Our excitement was contagious. We almost yelped as we raced upstairs, busily chattering about our shared idea and frantically getting the things we needed to make it a reality. When we came back downstairs the kids had stopped molesting the sofa and were now casually kissing and fondling each other as they paid less than full attention to the TV. Adam, I noticed, was hanging out with Matt and Toby, bumming drags from their cigarettes and making frequent attempts to trick Matt into letting him have the rest of his glass of wine. Finally, Matt just poured him his own glass. "Geez, ya mooch, drink your own fuckin' wine, dude!" Matt obviously wasn't in the least angry, it was just his way of teasing and playing with Adam. Since he'd turned 11 a little less than a year ago, Adam had been spending less time playing with his younger sibs and more time lounging and giggling with the older boys. I thought it was sweet that Matt and Toby happily welcomed his company. When the kids saw what Timmy and I were carting in our arms they gave a loud whoop and leapt off the sofa like a bunch of half-naked cannibals. Shouting to make myself heard above the clamor of exuberant, high-pitched voices, I said, "Whoa, whoa, calm down! Jesus! You guys act like you never did it to your old man before." Lots of laughing, pushing, grabbing, giggling. "OK, gear up if you wanna go for a ride!" Tim shouted next. The kids lined up in age order (they did this naturally; we had always found this habit odd and amusing), waiting to pick out their tools before suiting up for some after-dinner fun. Seeing the row of little butts facing us had given Tim and I a letch to get fucked by our babes. The kids absolutely loved the infrequent occasions when we'd let them screw us, and so we had rigged up a bunch of belts to which we could attach any of the various dildos we regularly played with. A few years earlier I had brought home close to 2 dozen make-a-dildo-of-your-own-dick kits to memorialize the stages of our kids genital development. Of course, my original intent was to make a dildo of my own cock because I wanted very badly to know what it felt like to get fucked by me. To my delight, I found the experience to be phenomenally thrilling and transgressive, especially when it was strapped to the tiny hips of one of our younger clan members. Now, I reserved my dick dildo for Erin. The other kids were all reaching for either mine or Matt's since they were the largest and seemed to be more fun for the kids. They had a blast wearing those belts, running around naked with big, stiff, silicone cocks wagging obscenely between their little legs. After much grabbing and shoving, we ended up having the kids use our own dildos on our own asses. We thought it would be more exciting that way. After stimulating the circle of little hard dicks and two sweet pussies that surrounded us, we got the kids belted and lubed up. Stella watched us as we prepared and then said she was going upstairs to shave her pussy. Tim loved shaved pussy best. My brother, my son Colin, Matt, and myself all leaned over the back of the sofa and stuck our asses out, wiggling them seductively back and forth a bit to get the kids amped and randy. Toby helped guide the kids into us. Once they had themselves firmly shoved into our shitters to the bases of the dildos, Toby took his position and proffered up his asshole to Adam, who had eagerly volunteered to be the one to fuck Toby. I had a feeling that Adam was developing quite a major crush on our red-haired, young teen heart-throb. They looked good together, 2 young, flush-faced, all-American boys. Toby was eating up all the attention he was getting, hoping for seconds. The sensation of having your ass fucked by your own cock, knowing that it's being maneuvered inside you by a pre-adolescent kid, is mind-blowingly arousing. In seconds, the back of the sofa was a sea of plugged, writhing assholes being battered by 5 little munchkins wearing out-sized pricks attached to their bony, bucking hips. Erin was on me, Lily was on Tim, Wills on Colin, Zach on Matt, and Adam on Toby. All of us guys were moaning and encouraging the kids on, talking filthy to them and each other, feeling the flat of their small hands occasionally slapping our asses as they rode us hard. Tim and Colin were on either side of me and I recall turning to each in turn, asking them how they liked the feel of their own dicks fucking the hell out of them. I also remember how our bodies rocked back and forth from the lusty power of the kids' grinding. Timmy smiled and wagged his head drunkenly, making a guttural noise in his throat. Even without actual words, I could tell that Tim was loving every second of being rammed by a model of his own prick, with Lily doing the driving. Colin murmured, "Feels great," as his 8 ½ year-old son Wills pistoned in and out of him like a pile-driver. "My dick hits my prostate just right!" he barked out, a shiver rattling his body after Wills gave him a particularly rough shove. The kids were eating it up, enjoying every second of seeing their dads and lovers reacting to the exquisite sensation of having a hard cock up their shitters. Every time one of our holes let out a fuck-fart or a wet, squishy belch they giggled and shimmied with laughter. The sounds were heavenly. Absolutely magical. Erin was all over me, snorting and huffing from the exertion she was putting into it. I could hear her humming with pleasure, enjoying every tremor that rippled through my hairy thighs and calves. Her hot little hands roamed freely and aggressively over my back and shoulders. She reached under me to grab my hairy balls and then jerked me off `til I was panting. As soon as I warned her that she was going to make me cum too fast she muttered that she was going to cum soon, too. That cracked us all up but only made her screw harder. She was such a little perv. What a remarkable girl! Fairly quickly, probably less than 10 minutes after they started, the kids began to lose interest. This was just as well, because I could feel my nuts begging to blast out their juice and spraying over the back of the sofa just wasn't gonna do it for me. We all knew this was just a bit of preliminary fun anyway, that the real show was about to begin after this brief teaser. But it sure as hell did feel superb. We switched positions and the kids gleefully jockeyed for the `best' places on the back of the couch. It all pretty much felt the same to me, but kids will be kids. As we guys prepared our dicks by lubing up and greasing our little lovers' assholes, the kids were already blissed-out from having their daddies and brothers lovingly caress the most secret and sacred parts of their bodies. As I watched the other guys slowly slide into the babes I realized that it wasn't really Erin's asshole I wanted to be embraced by, it was her luscious little pussy. I still had total recall of how amazingly snug and warm her little cunt was from those blessed hours in the Priapus shrine room. I had never been so turned on by a child's pussy as I had been that wonderful day. But I knew she wanted the feel of my prick up her ass, so I gave it to her good. As soon as I was in to my pubes I started rocking and rolling all over her. Erin was groaning like a porn star, sliding and bumping against Wills and Zach as my son and brother fucked their starfish puckers. The heady stink of multiple assholes getting fucked simultaneously sent my libido sky- rocketing. A similar reaction was washing over all of us. The noise inside the living room increased as we got more and more carried away with what we were doing. The guys were lifting and positioning the kids every which way in order to be able to plunge even deeper inside them. The kids hadn't been able to do anything like this, and our overwhelming strength and command seemed to be just what the kids needed to get off good. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Erin's pussy while I pummeled her little rump. I kept trying to force my gaze back to her little bunghole, the image of my hard cock driving in and out, the way her body responded under my hot, sweaty hands. But try as I might, my eyes kept returning to her cunt. I began fingering her pussy while I fucked her butt and it made Erin wild. After a few more moments of this I couldn't help myself and pulled out of her ass, reaching for an antibacterial baby-wipe to wash my bloated dick off. The touch of my hand on her shoulder seemed to relay some sort of secret message and instinctively she scampered around the sofa and flopped herself onto it, flat on her back. Honey blond hair whipping across her pretty face, Erin grunted loud when my freshly- cleaned prick glided smoothly into her fuzzy gash. The older guys all groaned when they saw me start fucking Erin and the frenzied pace increased as each guy raced to explode in a torrent of thick, bleachy-smelling love. Tim mimicked me by pulling out of Lily's pretty butt and swiped his dick clean before plunging it back into her pussy. I guess watching me fuck Erin pushed the right buttons for him, because less than a minute later he was moaning and sending his load deep inside Lily. Matt apparently needed more, too, for he maneuvered Zach around the sofa, still slamming into the little butt until he had placed the boy directly in front of Erin's face. As Zach got wilder from Matt riding him, he stuck his little hips out and offered up his stiff dick for Erin to swallow. Her hands flew up and pulled Zach over onto her face, noisily slurping his cock and balls with her bright pink tongue. It only took a few seconds of sucking before Zach was thrashing under the mixed stimulation of having his guts probed by Matt's huge prick and his junk suckled by Erin's talented mouth and throat. His hips shook like jelly and he threw his black-mopped head backwards, mouth opened in a scream of orgasmic release. Erin whimpered as his dry orgasm subsided, distressed at not getting a mouthful of hot seed as her reward for sucking his cock so well. Ever attentive to the needs of our clan, Toby pulled out of Adam quickly and hiked a leg up onto the sofa next to Erin's head. I could smell Adam's ass on his dick from where I stood. With a few deft strokes of his engorged cock, Toby unleashed two thick ropes of teenage cum, baptizing Erin as they both howled out a duet of fuck-lust. Her tongue slashed out again, seeking the salty-sweet richness of his strong adolescent semen. Tongue liberally coated with rich sperm, she swallowed quickly as I got ready to unload my rhythmically bouncing balls. "I'm gonna cum, baby," I panted. Erin's response was inarticulate grunts and whinnies, an animalistic solo voice in this chorus of rutting song. Tensing every muscle in her body as she got ready to receive my jizz, Erin's features were ablaze with desire as I started spewing inside her. Cum oozing out of her pussy, I thrust and thrust until my balls ached from being so mercilessly drained. I let my cock deflate inside her, luxuriating in the feel of my dick lolling in a lagoon of hot sperm. The second my cock popped out of her, Matt took my place and rammed home. His face was a mask of lust, lip curled and teeth bared in a snarl of desire. He looked hot as hell. He let out a low moan as his prick plunged into the warm jizz and with a few quick jerks he deposited his massive load on top of mine. He had just had time to enter before he spurted, and as his ass contractions slowed down he began a mindless chuckle. The demonic look on his face relaxed so much that it seemed like his face was gradually melting into its normal at-rest attitude. Lily now climbed onto the sofa, straddling Erin's chest so she could rub her cum-wetted pussy against Erin's mouth and face. Now, the taste of our jizz is very individual and unique. We each have the knack of being able to fairly accurately identify whose cum we're tasting. I suppose this is because of our long history of imbibing the delicious stuff. In any case, the girls have always seemed to especially thrill to the wild, seedy flavor of my brother's sperm. The second she got a good mouthful of Lily's fuzzy gash, Erin lapped at it like she was dying of hunger or thirst. Tim's jizz was rushing out and emptying right down her gullet. Lily was almost purring from the remarkable sensation. Later, we teased the girls about not having dicks and knowing the ineffable delight of feeling your cum rocket out of your prick. Erin and Lily stared at us impassively, waiting for the joshing to end before responding. From the look on their faces we knew they must have a good rejoinder and pretended like we were about to be roundly trounced by whatever they had to say. Lily spoke up first. "Well, but you guys have no idea of what it feels like to have your pussy full of cum." "Yeah! Being full of you guys, feeling it pool and dribble out of us. That's the best, isn't it, Lil?" Erin looked triumphant. We guys didn't bother to argue the point, basically because we couldn't come up with one. If we hadn't been completely fucked-out we might have been able to muster some sort of witty rejoinder. As it was, we just nodded and yawned, exhausted and content with the way the evening had played out. I mentioned before how we went about acclimating our new babies to our world of love. As the natural result of our peculiar family lifestyle, we had by necessity come up with a master program for socializing and initiating the babies into the clan. The process is on-going, but during those all-important first few years we go by the book – a book, I need hardly say, that we pretty much wrote by ourselves. I'll outline our program for those of you who might be considering starting a family along lines similar to ours. The first point I'll mention is the one that has proven most indispensable, and it is this: it helps to be wealthy. Of course, I realize that not everyone can be rich; however, we have found money to be the single most important tool for raising kids properly and protecting the family's privacy. The next point I want to make is the distinction between a loving clan and what I consider to be child abuse. What we have created is – if nothing else – a social experiment. We made sure to grow the clan, to guarantee that there would be plenty of us to help normalize our family relations. Subjecting just 1 or 2 children to family love does nothing to help keep the playing field level. Kids can feel easily overwhelmed by adults and it's not fair to them, nor is it emotionally healthy. Engaging in love-play with scared, isolated kids is abusive and coercive in my book. Anything that smacks of manipulation, fear, or intimidation is abusive and wrong. Depending on the circumstances, I wouldn't hesitate in the least to make a call to Child Protective Services if I thought a kid was actually being molested as opposed to being loved, or was being forced into any unwanted relationship. The secret to success is this: Make your family as big and happy as possible and observe the Golden Rule -- All Participants Must Consent! It's the best way to guarantee well- adjusted, sexually open kids. The actual training and indoctrination is quite easy and thoroughly enjoyable. As soon as possible, jack off in front of the babies as often as you can manage it. It's important that they see people pleasuring themselves without shame or embarrassment. The more frequently they see you going at it, the more natural and unexceptional it becomes to their dawning consciousness, and the quicker they'll be curious about the miraculous thing between their legs. Between yours, too. Don't go too fast, however; let the baby witness the lovely deed without having to participate or respond until the child seems comfortable with the prospect. Don't feel that you simply have to spurt your nut on them – just let them see you shoot and how much you enjoy it. Some babies think the paroxysm of bliss that washes over and through us is a reaction to pain or some other unpleasant stimulus. Reassure them by cuddling and gently laughing with them immediately after you cum. If they reach for it, let them touch and play with your cum-slimed cock or your roiling nuts. In our experience, babies love the feel of fuzzy, warm objects and genitals fit the bill perfectly! Once the child has seen your jacking off process happen several times you should start nutting directly on them. In our experience, every baby we have raised has loved the feel of warm jizz splashing against their delicate skin. In fact, some of our fondest memories revolve around a group of us guys all pounding away until the baby was liberally coated with warm ball-juice. Once you've unloaded, play with the cum on their body. Swirl it around, talking quietly and lovingly all the while. Taste it. Let them know how good it is, how delightful the flavor and texture of your semen is. After a few days of this activity, let the baby suckle some cum from your fingertip or the tip of your prick. Likewise, touch, pet, stroke, fondle, kiss, lick, gently suck, and sniff their little bodies – especially their genitals and butts – every opportunity that presents itself. The more nurtured and loved the baby knows it is, the happier and more content it feels itself to be, the more it will associate its naked body with giving you pleasure. It also helps cement the fact that nakedness and sexual contact is a safe and loving activity between family members. Hold the naked child close to you. Let it feel your naked heat and your heartbeat thrum against its little body. Human scents and odors have always played a huge part in our clan, but this is a point upon which you can choose your own comfort level. If you're into body smells as much as we are, we have found the following exercise to be most beneficial: each day, let every member of your family offer their most fragrant parts to the baby's nose. For us, we have narrowed it down to pits, crotches, and assholes. Get close enough that the baby can breathe in the scents freely, but don't crowd the infant too much. In other words, don't force the child's face into the desired areas; don't make the child feel like it runs the risk of being suffocated. You might find that your own desires and libido prompt you to take things farther, faster. Resist these urges for the time being. If you are blessed to have several babies, we have found it effective to place them in a group all around us on the bed when we screw or jack off. Something about the additional presence of other babes seems to enhance the pleasure of their experience as a group. Basically, the more group-oriented you keep the activities, the better. As the baby gets older it's important to increase the amount in which you engage and fondle the child. Do it as much as possible but only until you come to instinctively know that the child is about to rebuff or become tired of the contact. All loving activity must be initiated and performed slowly and carefully, most definitely in a gentle manner. Equally important is letting the child witness all activities between adults before attempting to get the child to engage with an adult. If (or more accurately, when) the situation presents itself, let the child mimic activities with other children. In fact, encourage this. Again, our experience has been that once the child sees adults doing particular things, in a short time the child will attempt to emulate the adults' activities. Once that happens, feel free to include the child in your love-play. Once seen, never forgotten. But in almost every case, let the child lead. As you get to know your child's turn-ons and preferences be sure to indulge him or her in those favorite activities as much as the child likes. Every kid is unique and soon you will know your kid's sexual kinks as well as your own. For example, I have previously mentioned how much first Colin and then Erin enjoyed lounging next to me, each of us with our finger up the others asshole. This became a comfort thing and the kids were happy to cuddle next to me for hours so long as I kept my finger deep inside them. It never failed to relax them while eventually getting them warmed-up for further fun. To protect the sacredness of the relationships within the family it's important to stress to the child that secrecy is paramount when dealing with the outside world. Don't frighten the child unnecessarily, but don't lie to him or her either. It's surprising how understanding and accommodating children can be when they truly love and enjoy the physical and emotional intimacy they experience with their family members. Once the repeated warnings sink in, the child will realize it jeopardizes the stability of the family if knowledge of the secret fun and games ever leaks out to those who won't understand the complex nature of your family dynamics. Obviously, there is no set guideline as to what age you can begin sexual activity with your child. When we first wandered onto our family's pathway we were pretty adamant about not engaging in copulation with our kids until they reached late pre-adolescence. But Matt proved to us that kids can be safely and sanely sexualized at any age – it all depends on how it's done. Now we begin including our kids in gentle sexplay as soon as they get cleaned-up after entering the world! While still maintaining parental authority and control, let the child freely express him or herself sexually and initiate new activities into your family. This is what we did with all our kids from Toby on. Given his natural interests and inclinations, Toby discovered piss play and is now a confirmed pisser. By that, I mean that he likes to incorporate pissing into his lovemaking whenever he can. As a result, we now have a small bumper crop of little tykes who also enjoy letting their bladders loose during sex or after they've reached orgasm. Kids can be great teachers, too! These are the little miracles that will present themselves to you if you're patient and caring. Remember, there's no rush; you have years to tend and grow your relationships from tight little lovely buds to gorgeous full blooms. On more practical ground, schooling and medical care can be major hurdles. We have found home-schooling to be a valuable option and we were blessed to have found Dr. Walker. The only advice around medical care I can give is to ask very guarded questions to people who might be sympathetic to your situation and who might be able to make some referrals. Beyond that, good luck! Once our kids knew all the ins-and-outs of dealing with the outside world and had reached middle school age, we found it wise to enroll them in public or private schools. This was instrumental to healthy maturation and socialization. The only worry is the need for secrecy. The good thing is that by the time your child or children are ready for middle school you'll already have a good idea of how well they'll handle it and whether they can be relied upon not to reveal the nature of the family's lifestyle. If you feel the risk is too great, continued home-schooling is the best answer. Creating a neighborhood home-school group or finding a local group can help with the socialization aspect just as well as public schools, with the added benefits that come with smaller groups. Hopefully, at least some of this experiential information will prove helpful to new families interested in following us down the trail we have blazed. We now embarked on the training regimen with a whole new slew of young recruits. We had 9 babies of various ages ready to learn and love. Most of the sessions happened at Sherry and Mike's house, but lots went on in the big house, too. Since we had more room, Sherry and Mike would frequently bundle the babies into the van and drive the three blocks rather than walk over with the strollers. It would have taken several trips to get them all there by that means and neighbors would want to know all about the most recent additions to the Maguire clan. We already had a reputation of sorts in our neighborhood. Let me explain this. First and foremost, we were thought to be incredibly selfless and courageous in "adopting" so many unwanted children from all over the world. People believed the story we put out that we had decided to devote our lives to the raising and nurturing of children whose birth parents couldn't or wouldn't care for them. Our local newspaper had even devoted several rows of column space to our story one Christmas season as an example of Christian duty and love. We had a huge, wonderful laugh over that. But our phone rang off the hook for the next few days with calls from reporters and interested philanthropists who smelled a good story and/or cause. No one seemed to notice that most of the children and babies had similar coloring and features, with the exception of Zach whose skin was more olive than the others. We couldn't believe how ready people were to deny their own senses and to reach conclusions that fitted in neatly with their own ideas of what we were up to. Not once did we get a quizzical look or a leading question about the origin of the babies, or the ease with which we were able to adopt them. Again, it felt as though our gods were blessing us every day, keeping us safe and secure from suspicion. We all loved the opportunity for family closeness these training sessions gave us. All the guys as well as the ladies would arrive by mid-morning and by noon we were usually well underway. The smaller kids always acted like they were attending a party; such was their excitement. First we'd give the babes their baths, taking time to fondle and suckle their little bodies. Usually we let the ladies take charge of bath-time, but we guys frequently poked our heads in to see what they were doing. No matter how hard we tried, it was next to impossible to stay out of the bathroom when the babies were being washed. The sight of all those naked little bodies happily splashing and burbling as they were soaped and rinsed acted like some kind of stimulant on our libidos. Once dried and dusted with talcum powder, the girls would carry the babes into the bedroom, prop them up on pillows in the middle of our enormous bed, then undress themselves as we guys lounged and watched. Seeing the ladies shed their clothes (usually wet by now) never failed to make our cocks stand if they weren't already rigid and swollen, eager to shoot some potent seed. Soon we'd all be making out and engaging in foreplay. All those fists wrapped around hard pricks sliding up and down shafts of various lengths; delicate, twisting fingers spreading smooth or hairy labia, stimulating clits small and smaller; fingers buried to the root inside tight assholes; voices rising and falling in ecstatic joy – what infant wouldn't be enthralled by seeing such loving behavior? As each guy got close to shooting he'd scoot forward until he was kneeling directly in front of the babies, like a teacher demonstrating a particularly important lesson in front of a classroom of distractible students. As he raced into the finish, he'd lean forward or arch backwards before thrusting out and disgorging a torrent of sperm all over the babies and the sheets surrounding them. Sometimes cum would get in their eyes and then all hell would break loose. We tried very hard to protect their little eyes from the stinging semen but whenever it did happen we'd take a break and rinse their eyes out, feverishly waiting for the pain to subside so we could continue with the session. By the time 5 or 6 of us had nutted on the babies they would already have taken on the aspect of cupcakes left too long in the sun, creamy frosting melting and dripping down their yummy sides. When their fronts were `done', we'd flip them over and slather their backsides with gooey richness until all of us had emptied our balls once each. The younger kids would be clustered around us, cheering us on every time one or another of the older guys started to spurt. Once we'd each unloaded, the kids would crowd in and lick the babies clean. They usually did a pretty good job of getting most of the cum cleared away, but quite often there'd be too much for them to swallow and then we adults would happily lend our tongues to the endeavor. The babies absolutely loved this part, and we took infinite care to do a good job. After the initial ejaculations were done, we'd usually smoke out and maybe have a bite to eat before we went back to work. Now it was time to show the babes how much fun we had loving each other in all sorts of wonderful couplings and groups. We always made sure to keep it diverse, with adults on kids and kids on adults. Of course, there was no hard and fast rule about this, and many times the adults would get with the other adults, and kids with kids. But usually it was a mixed-generational extravaganza of sex and love. When it was time for the babies to feed we'd give them their cum-infused bottles of milk while we sucked on the girls' tits, subliminally showing the babies the natural source of their nourishment. Unfortunately, none of our girls capable of doing it were producing milk at the time so we had to make do with bottle feeding. But the babies didn't seem to care where their meals were coming from. Sucking on our ladies tits was just another little performance but it sure as hell felt great! Now, way back when Toby was a baby Mike had discovered that Toby was capable of sucking the tip of his dick when he'd place it against the little guy's lips. Toby would gently suckle Mike's prick until the stimulation got to be too much and Mike would shoot off all over the baby's mouth. Toby swallowed his first mouthful of sperm when he was a little over a month old. Since that amazing discovery we had added primitive oral cock-loving to the repertoire of skills we were eager to teach the babies. We'd jack off `til we were close to shooting and then lean in for the final mouthing and sucking of our cock tips by the babes. As they brought us ever closer to erupting, we'd rub their little pricks or pussies, maybe slipping a sneaky finger just a fraction of an inch into whatever orifice struck our sex-hazed fancy at that moment. In seconds, we'd be blasting our ball-juice into their tiny mouths, always being careful not to pump too much down their virgin throats. When we'd start the actual fucking we'd bring the babies close to where we sprawled so they could feel the rhythmic jungle-beat and smell the sensuous stink of our rutting. All of our children quickly learned to appreciate the odors of male bodies and the delicious smells of sex. It couldn't be otherwise, really. After an hour or two of family fun, the room invariably smelled meaty, yeasty, damp and beefy. After a good round of fucking we'd take another break, usually to have a cup of tea and a smoke, maybe a snack of some sort, then back to work for the third and final round of instruction/demonstration. This final bout was usually more hands-on, so to speak. One of the activities our babies quickly learned to love was being held firmly but gently in the arms of two kneeling naked bodies as we frenched and fondled our partner, rubbing and sliding close against the baby's flesh. The intimate body contact coupled with the obvious rapture such close proximity brought us registered on the babies faces as smiles of wide-eyed amazement, utter delight at realizing people could love and trust each other so completely. Honestly, I think this specific activity did more towards educating our kids than all the other activities combined. When we'd shoot, we'd be so incredibly amped-up with horniness that our jizz would drench the baby held lovingly between us. All of us guys said that our balls ached from the work-out when we'd finish up. But it was a delirious exhaustion and it felt almost like being high on some amazing new drug, but holy, too. Of course the babes would need to be cleaned again after these hours of love-play and that was when we'd really focus and concentrate on their genitals. It was not surprising when we'd suddenly find our mouths rapidly fill with a stream of hot baby pee. The stimulation must have felt so good that one good thing led to another and soon we'd be laughing between great swallows, piss streaming down our chests and soaking the bed clothes below us. Toby always got overly excited when this would happen. He'd inevitably end up pissing on either himself or his partner, depending on who he was getting it on with at the moment. Some of us were more into this then the others. Matt, in particular, loved having Toby empty his bladder on him. Matt, in fact, had taught Toby this trick when Toby was still a baby. Speaking of Matt and Toby, there had come to be several developments between them that I should mention here. Matt was 11 when Toby was born but from the moment he laid eyes on the squirming little thing, Matt was in love. At first we all thought it was just a passing enchantment that Matt naturally felt for the infant boy, but as the months and years went by we realized it was something much deeper and permanent. Matt told us one evening when Toby was around 3 years old that he was in love with the boy. At first we all laughed and teased him about being 14 and in love with a little kid. But Matt was serious about it and told us he really and truly was in love with Toby. He said that he knew from the first that he and Toby would be lovers. Something about the way he said this brought us up short. We stopped laughing and regarded Matt with a sort of reverence; he clearly believed what he was telling us. As a result, we believed it, too. And he was right. They were inseparable. Toby, in fact, called Matt `daddy' even after we explained to him that Tim and I were his fathers. He nodded like he understood but continued calling the older boy `daddy.' Even Matt corrected him, but nothing we did or said could dissuade Toby from calling Matt `daddy.' Finally, we just gave up and enjoyed the growing relationship between them nearly as much as they enjoyed it themselves. Now that Toby was in his mid-teens and Matt was around 26 their partnership was stronger than ever. Stranger, too. Matt had indeed trained Toby in the finer arts of perversion, but the kid had been pretty wildly inventive even when he was a little tyke. Those 2 kids got up to some of the nastiest, filthiest tricks imaginable. Even I, pervert extraordinaire, had my socks knocked off regularly by watching them or hearing about their latest adventures. Most of the more advanced stuff they performed on each other before bringing in the younger kids to participate. The youngsters were a little confused and perplexed at first by some of the stuff they witnessed Matt and Toby doing with and to each other. But once they got a taste of it themselves, they frequently played along and seemed to enjoy every perverted second of the fun and games. From the time Toby was around 4, Matt used to wear an old, faded black t-shirt he'd picked up somewhere that said, "got milk?" in the same lettering familiar from the milk ads. But he had skillfully changed it to read, "got milked." Note the period, not a question mark. He wore it `til it stank like his b.o. so bad that we'd make him wash it, but he eventually started using it as a cum rag more than he actually wore it. Don't get me wrong: He'd still wear it around the house, even sleeping it in during the colder months, but he'd always clean up whatever cum was on him with it. It got so that it looked like entire generations of snails had had drag races across the front and back of the smelly old tee. Toby liked nothing better than to wear that shirt after Matt had worn it non-stop and showerless for a few days. Toby would wear it and smile like the cat that caught the canary, nearly always popping an instant little-boy boner that he'd go to work on relieving as soon as his body heat warmed up the shirt and released Matt's sweat stink. It was clear even then that we had a little dirty-underwear fetishist on our hands. It was cute as hell. As Toby grew older, he and Matt would wear underwear for a few days (not a usual occurrence), again not showering the whole time, and then switch with each other. They got huge, nasty thrills from this and would always end up having amazing sex shortly after slipping into each other's dirty underpants, smelly tees, and later on, stinky sweat socks. But that "got milked." t-shirt still gets passed back-and-forth between them, even today. It's now so stiff that it feels and hangs more like thin cardboard than old cotton fabric. They love it and treat it like an old friend. What can I say? Toby had an unusual routine that he and Matt played at for years, a routine that they still slip into every once in a while, although not as frequently these days. After a session of playing with the babies Toby would begin mimicking babyish behavior and Matt would respond to it as if Toby really were his very own baby. His very own to clean, kiss, fondle, bathe, and whatever else their dirty imaginations led them to. Their excitement was uncontainable the first day Matt came home from the store with a box of adult `diapers' for use as props in their games. At that time, Matt was 18 and Toby was 7. Now, 7 was a magic number for Toby; he was 7 years-old when we "gave" him to Matt for his 18th birthday. As the elder male in our family I had what we called First Father rights, the right to be the first to bless our children with their first experience of penetrative sex. At that time we waited until the kid informed us he or she was ready and eager for the rite. Toby was the next-in-line for the experience we named First Communion and it was assumed I would offer up the Host, as it were. But it had been abundantly clear for years that Matt could barely restrain himself from plunging into Toby; so we all agreed we would surprise Matt with the "gift" of having the honor of delivering the blessing to his little boyfriend. From that time on, Matt and Toby screwed non-stop and both boys quickly realized they shared a peculiar penchant for the extreme perverse, or so it seemed to me at any rate. This is where the adult diapers come into play. Again, Matt rushed home with the bag of diapers and he and Toby immediately began whispering and giggling secretively like they always did when some new and nasty trick was about to get played out. Stella, Toby's mom, was then nursing some baby, I forget which one, so her tits were nearly always full and ripe, ready to be sucked. The boys told Stella they wanted her to play a new game with them. Stella laughed because she figured it would involve Toby fucking her with his stiff little 7 year-old prick while Matt did something clever and dirty to her or Toby, much the same as always. But when she'd heard their plan she laughed with a new wonder in her tone, throaty and lascivious, like smooth whiskey over a hit of Ecstasy. She quickly agreed and told them to enjoy their fun. While the baby suckled one of her swollen tits, diaper-clad Toby curled up on the sofa beside her and immediately started kneading her other breast with his little, sweaty hand, licking and nipping at the nipple. Stella hissed and moaned from the thrill of having her young son service her tits while he instinctively fingered her wide-spread pussy lips. She pulled his excited face into her own and they started tongue-wrestling. After a short while of this stimulation, Matt went into action. Monstrous cock already standing proud and tall, he rubbed his dripping prick all over Toby's smooth, cool back and shoulders, every once in a while pushing the leaking head into the back of the diaper. Each time he'd do this, Toby would murmur and force his little diapered ass backwards to meet Matt's fat, purple knob. Prior to starting this new game, the boys had rigged the diaper to suit their needs. All they'd done was to make a small slit in the diaper, just wide enough for Matt to shove through into Toby's asshole. Matt was all over Toby, grabbing handfuls of his curly red hair, licking his shoulders and sweat-slicked armpits, trying to force his tongue into Toby's gasping mouth from a sideways angle. Stella later said it looked really good, sexy and boyishly innocent at the same time. Their lust for each other had juiced her up good after a few minutes of watching their exertions. Toby was hungrily feeding on Stella's other tit now, loud slurping gulps echoing in the room in accompaniment to the rising sighs and moans of the players. The more Toby fed, the more deranged Matt became. He reached down behind Toby and fiddled with the diaper, spreading the slit wide enough for him to ease his prick inside it. Toby spat his mother's nipple out of his drooling mouth and barked, "Wait!" Matt huffed out a giggle in response and stood back, watching every move of Toby's little body as he waited for the real fun to begin, the fun they had been planning all morning. Stella said Toby sort of froze and got a strained expression on his face as the blood rushed to his cheeks and flushed his pale, freckled flesh. He grunted softly and then the tension eased out of his face and he said, "OK." Matt had been snickering excitedly and when Toby gave him the go-ahead his eyes flashed with glee as he slowly pushed through the gap in the diaper. Stella gave a little gasp when she smelled the fresh dump Toby had squeezed out into the diaper. When she realized that Matt was fucking Toby's dirty hole through his shit- messed diaper she felt her cunt give a little squirt of juice and her whole body shivered in perverse delight. The boys went wild, fully into the animalistic nature of their libidos. The earthy stink of child-shit seemed to amp Matt up to new heights of desire and hunger for his little-boy lover. Toby was rocking drunkenly under the relentless machine-like rhythm of Matt's fucking. In no time at all, Matt was bellowing as he fired cum rockets deep inside Toby. When he pulled out, his prick was shiny and slick with combined shit and cum. The room stank like an outhouse but at least the stench was fresh and fertile. Toby scurried away from Stella and flopped onto his back on the carpet. "I'm pissing myself," he breathlessly giggled, brows furrowed in a nearly insane letch of perverted delight. Matt quickly hovered over Toby, sweaty fingers pulling at the adhesive tabs in his frantic need to get the ruined diaper off the little boy. The game wouldn't reach its conclusion until they both examined the opened diaper more closely. Dissolving into nasty giggles, both boys peered at the piss and shit-filled thing spread out of the floor. Toby fluctuated between crinkling up his freckled nose and "ewww"-ing and leaning in close to get a fascinated eyeful of the outcome of their dirty work. Matt kept the hilarity going, flopping his still-bloated cock right into the soiled center of the diaper, rubbing his cock through Toby's dump until the stink was so strong that both boys abandoned the filthy diaper and raced upstairs to the showers, cackling and hooting like randy-minded kids. The messed ruin stayed there in the middle of the living room floor until the kids came downstairs after their shower. Matt casually scooped it up and tossed it away outside in the garbage. So cavalier and calm, so utterly unconcerned about how we'd all react when we learned about their new and gloriously depraved fun. Just another example of boys being boys. How I love them! These "baby games" (as the boys called them) continued being played over the years as the kids grew and expanded their repertoire of dirty tricks. At 14, Toby could still lose himself entirely in Matt's fatherly embrace, clad in a diaper, forcing himself to take a crap for their mutual pleasure. But the sexiest thing about these games was seeing Matt carrying 5'9" Toby around the house like he was a baby. The image of a strapping 25 year-old man cradling a lanky diaper-clad teenager in his arms, cooing over the boy like he was an infant... so wonderfully wrong and so wildly exciting! Matt would pick Toby up and carry him in one arm as if he were Ό his actual size. Toby would suck his thumb and giggle like a naοve little baby, squirming his body and waving his fists around like an infant's. Soon they'd be kissing and sucking on each other's tongues, letting themselves sink deep down into the bizarrely perverse fantasy world they had created for each other's gratification. I used to follow them around the house at a discrete distance, not wanting to interfere or actually participate in their game. The boys always knew that I was following them but they didn't say a word to me. The knowledge that they were being spied on prodded them to new heights of twisted love-play. Ultimately, Matt would gently lay Toby down on the bed and lovingly offer his cock to him. The boy would suckle the tip just like our real babies did until he couldn't resist any longer, and then gag himself by attempting to swallow the whole shaft. When Matt would finally un-diaper Toby, his ramrod hard cock surrounded by those beautiful gingery pubes would pop up and Matt would suck him off until Toby struggled valiantly not to shoot. Taking a break, Matt would then clean Toby's shit-smeared ass with baby wipes; something about the sensual feel of the cool little sheets rubbing against his feverish asshole always made Toby's dick deflate just enough to allow him to urinate with ease. Matt always knew this part was coming and he was ready for it every time. Toby would purr like a kitten and within seconds a sparkling arc of hot piss would shoot out of his prick. Matt would lean down as Toby aimed his stream so it would fall over Matt's head and face. Once thoroughly drenched in piss, Matt would open his mouth wide and gulp down the rest of Toby's urine. Then they'd fuck. For hours. Sometimes we didn't see them until late in the evening when they'd finally come out of whatever room they'd been in, reeking, hungry and drained in every sense of the word. The other major development between Toby and Matt I want to detail will take another chapter to tell completely. For now, all I'll say is that it involved acting out a fantasy that Adam had been talking about for more than a year and it placed him squarely at the center of the scenario. If you think things were pretty wild before this new escapade I'm about to describe, just wait until you learn what those kids got up to next! Such clever, clever boys...