When people hear I have sex with my family they immediately seem to assume something is weird or kinky about me or even that my parents are abusive. Nothing could be farther from the truth so rather than just explain what happened this day I think you should know a few things about me so you'll better understand the circumstances. If you want to know more I have written numerous other stories explaining my past further and my views on incest and my relationships with my parents.
It was time to leave for my last year of college. In the past my dad was always the one to fuck me last but this year he was joined by his brother. It proved to be a "different" experience but then sometimes two can be better than one! When I read this over I realized I really rambled on a lot about things. If you're looking for a straight slam-bam style story, you might want to skip this one. If you continue on, don't gripe at me later - you've been warned!
I will never know whose baby I was carrying, because I don't know whose sperm got to me first, my brother Tony's or his friend Guy's. All I know is they both raped me.
If you were a man in your forties and you had the opportunity to have sex with a sexy sixteen year-old girl, would you turn her down? Of course not. The question then becomes, would it make it even better if she was your brother's youngest daughter?