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Rubber Dicky, I Love You
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Brandy's second semester at college is going well until 
she has to come up with a project in Comparative 
Anatomy for her Biology class. She thinks of something 
her uncle, her father and her brother all have that 
could be compared. But how would she present that to 
her professor? Never fear, Uncle Bob knows how to save 
her day... if not her hymen. (MMF, inc, 1st, reluc, 
mast oral, toys, preg)

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is dedicated to Esteban, who is 
rumored to actually have provided Jennifer, Ana Lim, 
Melissa and Joanne with a genuine rubber replica of 
that part of him they have a particular appreciation 
for. Well, actually, it's dedicated to the women, 
because they told me about it... and about using them. 

And in my head I couldn't help but hear singing... 
coming from the bathtub... as each of the women bathed, 
when Esteban was unavailable because he was at work, or 
maybe with one of the others. And the song was a tune 
we all know : "Rubber Ducky, I Love You", though the 
words in my head were slightly different. 

Esteban also has a proclivity to keep each one of them 
either pregnant or lactating, which those of you who 
read my stories know would trip my trigger. I hope this 
story trips yours.

Bob

***

Brandy Thurston was really enjoying her first year of 
college, even though most of the courses she had to 
take were boring. She'd been an A student all through 
High School, primarily because her mother was such a 
close-minded ice queen. Brandy remembered the almost 
atomic arguments Linda and Charles Thurston had gotten 
into over their daughter, and whether she should be 
allowed to date or not, whether she should have a 
curfew or not, what kind of clothing she should be 
allowed to wear, whether she should be allowed to take 
sex education or not and even whether she should be 
allowed to go to college. Her mother came down on the 
negative side of every argument, while her father 
argued hard to "let the girl live a little". 

But Linda Thurston had been drawn into a philosophy 
that the only time a woman should engage in sex was 
when she was trying to conceive a baby. Since Brandy 
wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, she had no need for 
sex education, or slinky clothing and it was Linda's 
personal project to ensure her daughter stayed a virgin 
until she was married AND the couple could afford to 
have children. 

Brandy asked her mother one day how she was supposed to 
meet her future husband, and then how to know that he 
WAS her future husband, if she was never allowed to 
date. Her mother's response was "You leave that to me. 
I'll tell you when it's time." 

So Brandy had a lot of time to study, and she was much 
better educated than most of the rest of her classmates 
at graduation. When Brandy was offered a full 
scholarship at the University of Oklahoma at Norman, 
which was just down the road from Shawnee, where her 
parents lived, the argument was so ugly that her mother 
walked out, calling both her husband and her daughter 
"Heathens". 

She tried to take Bobby, Brandy's seventeen year old 
brother with her, but Bobby, having endured the same 
rules as Brandy, told his mother to have a nice life 
and call him on his birthdays. Divorce papers had come 
in UPS within two weeks, filed by lawyers known to be 
associated with a certain cult in Tulsa, demanding 
seventy-five percent of the family assets, to be 
deposited in a numbered account. 

Charles fought it in court, and when Linda ranted about 
the "horrible things" her husband wanted the children 
to be able to do, like go to the mall, or for 
sleepovers, or to college, the judge granted the 
divorce awarding her her clothing and three books. She 
was ordered to return her $5000 wedding set to Charles. 

Her plea for custody was denied, and the judge further 
ordered that she approach no further than one thousand 
feet to her former home without express written 
permission from Charles. When the judge questioned the 
children about what they wanted in terms of visitation, 
they asked that they be allowed to decline a visit if 
it interfered with plans they had made. In the months 
to come, Brandy and Bobby both met with their mother 
once, but after that were almost always too busy to see 
her.

By the time the divorce was final, Brandy was ready to 
go off to school, so she still didn't have an 
opportunity to date. Once at college she was shy around 
boys, feeling she didn't know enough to date 
successfully. Besides, she still had to study, and dorm 
life made that more difficult than she'd thought it 
would. 

The winter break had been good. It had been wonderful 
to be with her father and brother, back home, without a 
raving mother to ruin every plan. She even got to spend 
some time with her Uncle Bob, who her brother was named 
after. He was her mother's brother, but he'd become 
thoroughly disgusted with her ranting too. It was fun 
going places with them. She went skating with her 
brother, and to movies with Uncle Bob. Her father took 
her to museums and out for ice cream. And the rest of 
the time they played board games at home, or watched 
videos. She was almost sorry to have to go back to 
school.

In her second semester of college, she took the class 
that would change her life forever. It was Biology. 
She'd taken Biology in High School, so the material 
wasn't that surprising. She was going over a list of 
suggested topics for term papers when she saw 
"Comparative Anatomy." She didn't understand what that 
meant, so she approached the graduate student who 
taught the class. Her name was Mary.

"Mary? Can I ask you a question?" began Brandy.

"Sure," said Mary.

"What exactly is "comparative anatomy"?" asked Brandy.

"Well, one example would be a comparison of muscle 
development between two cultures. Let's say you looked 
at muscle development for Appalachian coal miners, 
compared to Bantu warriors in Africa. What kind of 
muscle does each need for the culture and subculture in 
which they live and work? Is it different, or the same? 
I know one student last year did a comparison of breast 
sizes in the family, going back three generations, 
trying to see if breast size changed, and if that 
change could be credited to the changing diet and 
culture in America. Something like that." Mary looked 
questioningly at Brandy, to see if her question had 
been answered.

"She compared her breasts to her mother's and 
Grandmother's?" asked Brandy, amazed.

"Actually it was a guy who did the project. He compared 
his sister to his mother to his Grandmother."

"And that was OK?" asked Brandy in disbelief.

"Actually, the professor loved it. Said it was 
innovative and interesting. Of course I just think he 
liked looking at the pictures of the breasts, but the 
guy got an A."

"He took PICTURES of his sister's... his mother's... 
his GRANDMOTHER'S... breasts!?" gasped Brandy.

"That he did," said Mary. "Does that give you any 
ideas?"

"Um, yeah, I'll figure something out," said Brandy, 
still shaken by the mental image in her mind of Bobby 
taking pictures of her naked breasts. That would be 
just too weird. Over the next couple of weeks she 
thought about it, but couldn't come up with a firm 
plan. 

Then she went home for Spring Break and everything fell 
into place. It happened when she went to see her Uncle 
at work. Uncle Bob was a dentist, and it was time for 
her annual teeh cleaning, so she made the appointment 
for when she'd be home. He chatted with her as she sat 
in the chair, commenting on what good shape her mouth 
was in and praising her for flossing regularly. 

An assistant brought in a mold she had just made of 
another patient's teeth. It was made of flesh colored 
rubbery stuff, and Uncle Bob bent it, peering to see if 
the details was perfect. Uncle Bob explained this was a 
negative mold, that had been made by putting liquid 
silicone into a horseshoe shaped trough. Then it was 
pressed onto the patient's teeth and left there while 
the liquid cured. The result was a negative of the 
teeth. That could then be filled with plaster, and a 
perfect positive copy of the teeth could be produced. 
He showed her a plaster mold and Brandy would have 
sworn they were real teeth, except that the gums were 
white plaster too.

Brandy was fascinated. Here was a substance that was 
better than a photograph. It could be used to make 
exact copies of body parts. She could use this for her 
term project. Maybe she could compare teeth in her 
family. When she asked Uncle Bob if that would be 
possible he smiled.

"Sure sugar. You just tell me what you want to do and 
I'll help you. I have tons of the stuff. It's not all 
that expensive." That wasn't exactly true, but Uncle 
Bob loved his beautiful niece and she had him wrapped 
around her little finger. He was fully aware that she 
did not know that, but that was fine too.

They say things happen in threes. Being exposed to the 
latex molding process was the first thing that happened 
to her. The second was later that night. It was late, 
and everyone had gone to bed. Brandy had been reading, 
but got thirsty and got up to go get a drink of orange 
juice. On the way to the kitchen, she passed Bobby's 
room. His door wasn't completely closed and, as she 
glanced through it into the still lit room, she froze.

Bobby was masturbating.

He was lying on his side, naked, on top of the covers. 
He had a magazine spread open beside him and was 
peering at it as his hand moved on his cock. He wasn't 
going fast, which surprised her. She'd never seen a boy 
do anything like this, but she'd heard of it, and had 
always assumed it was a violent kind of thing, where 
the hand moved fast. Instead he was stroking himself 
slowly, almost lovingly. 

He reached to turn a page of the magazine, and she was 
able to see his penis completely. It was much longer 
than she thought a boy's penis would be and it was 
straight... hard. It was also much bigger around than 
she thought it would be. Then his hand covered it as he 
began stroking again.

Brandy felt a tickle between her legs... as if she 
needed to scratch herself. But she knew that was no 
tickle. She was reacting sexually to her own brother. 
She wasn't as much disgusted as she was surprised. 
There were boys at school who made her feel that way. 
She held her breath as he leaned over further, looking 
closely at something in the magazine. Now his hand DID 
speed up. It kept speeding up until it suddenly DID 
look violent, as if he just HAD to be hurting himself.

Then he groaned and a silvery-white string of something 
shot out of the end of his penis and landed on a T 
shirt that he had apparently spread out on the bed just 
for this purpose. There were more of those spurts and 
now Brandy felt tingles in her breasts too. Confused, 
she backed up and went back to her room. 

She didn't feel thirsty any more.

That was the second thing, in then string of three. The 
third was the next morning, when she walked into the 
bathroom to take a shower, and her father was drying 
off after taking his own. Her eyes took in HIS cock, 
which was much SHORTER than she thought it should be. 
It was only two inches long, and had a narrow tip, but 
was much thicker where it met his wiry nest of pubic 
hairs. His balls were HUGE by comparison. In the time 
it took her to realize "Of COURSE! He doesn't have an 
erection! Of COURSE it would look smaller!" she blushed 
and he stammered and she backed out of the bathroom. 
She took refuge in her room.

The two penises had looked so completely different. The 
comparison was... comparison... hmmm.

Mary had said the boy had compared the women in his 
family to each other... their breasts. Could she 
compare the men in her family? Could she compare their 
penises and arrive at some conclusion? The thought 
brought her butterflies in her belly... and a level of 
excitement that she found hard to believe. She could 
compare Bobby to her father. Her Grandfather was dead. 
The only other male relative she had was her mother's 
brother, Uncle Bob. He wasn't in the blood line. But 
Bobby was in his bloodline, through their mother. So 
maybe the hypothesis was that Bobby's penis should look 
like a cross between Uncle Bob's and her Father's. 

Would they do it? Would they let her compare them? She 
thought about the latex molding material. Could she 
make molds of their penises? Then she could compare 
them side by side. Hmmmmmm.

It was two more hours before she finally fell asleep.

Brandy chose her Uncle as the first person to approach 
about her idea. It was Saturday and he was home, tying 
fishing flies when she found him after coming in the 
front door.

"Hey Uncle Bob" she said cheerily.

"Hi good looking" said Bob. It was an honest greeting. 
As far as Bob was concerned, she was the best looking 
girl he knew. He got enough pussy from the assistants 
at his practice to make up for never meeting the right 
woman to marry and settle down with, but half the time 
he fantasized that it was Brandy he was fucking as he 
sprayed one of the girls full of his love offering.

"Can I talk to you about something?" she asked. 

He looked up at the sound of her voice. She sounded 
nervous. “You know you can talk to me about anything," 
he said. "Always could, still can, and always will be 
able to."

"This is different," she said, still nervous. "It's 
about my Biology term project and its... well it's kind 
of... racy I guess."

"Racy" he repeated.

So she launched into the explanation, starting with 
what Mary had told her about they guy who photographed 
breasts and compared them, and then working up to how 
she saw Bobby with his dick in his hand, and then her 
father's soft, smallish cock, and finally to how she 
wanted to make molds of all three, including his own.

During the explanation Bob tried to concentrate on 
tying a Red-faced spinner. It came out looking more 
like a wasp, and his dick was rock hard when she 
finally went silent. He darted a look at her, but she 
was looking at the floor, her face sort of brick 
colored.

"So that's what you want to make molds of," he said.

"I think so," she confirmed, breathing again after 
realizing he wasn't going to get mad... or laugh. "Do 
you think it would work?"

Bob put his tools down. "Well, we'd have to make 
something to hold the silicone in place while it dried. 
You say you want the testicles too?"

"Uh huh," said Brandy meekly. "Is that OK?"

"Well it makes it a little more of a challenge. The 
easiest way to do this, I think, is to take something 
like a two liter soda bottle and cut the top off of it. 
Then fill it with the silicone, and submerge the erect 
penis and balls down into it. By the time it had set 
up, the erection would have softened. It will have to, 
because that's the only way we'll be able to get the 
mold off of the... ah... model. 

The hard part will be getting the balls out, because 
the silicone will be wrapped all the way around them, 
and they don't shrink like an erection does. But I 
think I might have the answer to that too. We can glue 
a small sheet of plastic to the underside of the balls 
and that will make a separation point. We can pull the 
mold apart there, and the testicles should pop free.

"It sounds complicated," said Brandy. "What do you 
think?"

Bob looked at her. "Were you planning on being involved 
in making the mold?"

"You mean be right there?" she asked. "Right there with 
a naked penis... a naked HARD penis?" It sounded like 
she had never thought about that part.

"Yes. You would have to touch the model, and the other 
thing is that we need the erection to be firm for three 
or four minutes after the process starts. Otherwise the 
silicone will sag inward before it cures enough to hold 
its shape and you won't get a true mold."

"How do we do that?" Brandy had already talked herself 
into believing that she would be there when all this 
happened.

"Why don't we try a trial run with me, and we'll see 
how things work. What do you think about that?" Uncle 
Bob looked at her expectantly. He already had an idea 
of how he wanted her to help him stay "firm" while the 
mold cured.

"OH!" she yipped. "Could we REALLY? OH yes please. That 
would be so cool!" Brandy jumped up and down. Her 
luscious breasts bobbed and her Uncle's cock rose to 
half staff.

"I'm game if you are," he said. I have some silicone 
out in the garage. It's past it's expiration date for 
dental work, but I think it will work fine for this." 
He went and got it, bringing back an empty two liter 
soda bottle at the same time. He got a pair of scissors 
and handed the bottle to her. "Why don't you cut that 
top off while I get ready," he suggested.

Brandy tried to start cutting the bottle about halfway 
through but Bob stopped her. "Sweetheart, we need more 
depth than that," he said.

Brandy looked at him, and at the six inches of bottle 
she had been trying to cut off. Was he longer than 
that? She moved up two inches and looked at him with a 
raised eyebrow.

"Give it another inch," he suggested.

Brandy made an "O" with her mouth, but did as he said, 
ending up with a bottle that was about nine inches 
deep.

"OK, now the only problem is that for the silicone to 
stay in the bottle, we have to leave it upright. That 
means I'll have to lie down on something and... let it 
all hang out... so to speak. He got three dining room 
chairs and set them side by side, moving one about ten 
inches apart from the others. He lay down on his 
stomach across the chairs, with his crotch in the ten 
inch gap. "I think that might work" he said. "Now, find 
some books or something to put the bottle on so the top 
will be up next to my skin."

Brandy ran around gathering the thickest and largest 
books she could find, stacking them up until they 
looked the right height. She turned around to tell her 
uncle it was ready and was shocked to find him standing 
there naked. Her eyes were drawn automatically to his 
penis, which was about half hard and already six inches 
long. It lay lightly on his balls, which were hair 
covered and egg sized. 

He was circumcised, and the head was large and pointed. 
After that the neck narrowed down, but then surged back 
out as the shaft got larger. It looked very interesting 
to Brandy. This was the closest she had ever come to 
one. At least one that was naked. She stared at it 
longer, trying to figure out why it she thought it 
looked different than her brother's and her father's. 
But she couldn't decide.

Bob unscrewed the caps of three bottles of dental 
silicone, which were about the size of a pickle jar 
can. Thinking of pickles made Brandy laugh.

"What's so funny?" asked Uncle Bob. He looked at his 
cock. "What's wrong with it?"

Brandy laughed harder, feeling much better now. 
"Nothing is wrong with it!" she giggled. "It's a 
perfectly fine penis. I was just thinking of pickles 
and it just seemed funny."

"You think it looks like a PICKLE!?" said her uncle, 
trying to sound hurt.

"Nope!" laughed Brandy. "Most pickles I've seen are 
BIGGER than that!" She howled with laughter.

"Well little miss pickle breath, come on over here and 
play with it a little and get it hard and you'll see 
just what kind of pickle I can produce!"

Brandy stopped laughing. "Play with it?" she asked.

"Either that or you can take off your clothes. That 
would make me hard in a jiffy," he said, smiling.

"Take off my clothes?" she said, her voice trembling.

"Sweety, you're the sexiest woman I know. If you were 
to get naked, or play with my cock, I'd have the 
hardest erection of my life. Isn't that what we're 
trying to do here?"

"Sexiest woman you know?" stammered Brandy.

"Are you deaf woman?" said Bob in a snarling voice. 
"Get Naked!"

Brandy was so shocked at the whole idea of being naked 
with her uncle... while HE was naked too... that she 
just did as she was told. Her hands flew to the buttons 
of her blouse, and when that dropped on the floor she 
wiggled her hips to get her jeans over them. Suddenly 
she was standing in front of her uncle in just bra and 
panties. She got shy.


"I feel so funny," she moaned.

"You look delicious," said Bob. "See, progress 
already!"

Brandy looked up and her eyes widened. Now his penis 
was seven inches long and standing almost straight out. 
It pointed at her... panties now. Her mind working 
overtime on images, she contemplated the image of his 
penis pointing at what was under her panties. She found 
that image very erotic, to her surprise, and she felt a 
twinge of delightful... something... between her legs.

"I think if you took off your bra, we might have a 
workable erection," said Bob.

Brandy started to say "My bra?" but caught herself. 
Impetuously she reached behind her and the bra snapped 
apart in the back. She caught it with her left hand, 
holding it to her breasts, but let it slip... lower... 
and lower... and lower... until she got the courage to 
just let it fall to the floor. She couldn't make 
herself look at her Uncle. 

He whistled. Her eyes darted up then, easily, her fear 
of rejection gone. Somehow she had been afraid that he 
would think she was too small, or too big, or that her 
breasts were ugly in some way. She'd lived with them 
most of her life, and they were no big deal to her.

"Man!" he said in a husky voice. "Those are the most 
beautiful tits I've seen in years and years and years."

Brandy thought "Tits... he called them tits." It was a 
nasty word, a word her mother would have slapped her 
face for it she'd ever have uttered it. But it 
sounded... sexy... coming from Uncle Bob's mouth.

"Thank you," she whispered, embarrassed at his praise.

"No, thank YOU" he said. She looked at him and he was 
doing the same thing Bobby had been doing last night. 
He was sliding his hand up and down his penis. And now 
it WAS hard. It was probably eight inches or a little 
longer. When he let go of it, it stood upward, like a 
cannon or something, pointing up into the sky. 

It looked... sexual... and for the first time in her 
life, Brandy thought about what that thing was made to 
do... in her body. A shudder went through her as she 
tried to imagine that, stuffed inside her pussy. That 
tingle in the very pussy she was thinking of got 
stronger and she felt an urge to rub between her legs.

"Shall we get started?" asked Bob. "We don't want it to 
get soft."

"What do I do?" asked the turned on girl.

"I'll lie down and you slide the bottle up onto my 
penis," said Bob. "Then I'll have to lie still for 
about ten minutes until it sets up." Bob mixed a second 
tube of something into the silicone in the bottle. 
"This is the hardener." He stopped, and then laughed. 
"But I'm already hard, so I guess YOU'RE the hardener." 

He stirred the mixture thoroughly and then handed her 
the bottle and lay down on the chairs. His erect 
phallus hung down in the gap between the chairs, above 
the stack of books she had prepared. It still pointed 
toward his head a little.

Brandy got to her knees, staring at the erect penis in 
front of her. Taking a breath she tried to put the 
bottle under his prick. The stack of books was in the 
way. She moved it and got the bottle of stuff right 
below him. "Here goes" she said, her breath tight in 
her lungs.

Then his penis was at the wrong angle. Had it been 
pointing straight down it would have been fine. So 
Brandy had to tip the bottle a little.

She moved the bottle up, fascinated as it contacted the 
sexual thing in front of her. It looked like he was 
forcing his prick into the liquid, rather than what was 
actually happening. With a convulsive movement she 
brought the bottle up quickly and it enveloped his cock 
and balls. 

She scrabbled for the stack of books, and then her 
blouse, making a nest for the bottle so it would stay 
tilted. She ended up having to lean it against a couple 
of books before carefully pulling her hands away. As 
the bottle settled into the nest of cloth, the liquid 
pulled away from his body she saw some of his hairs, 
coated with silicone, become exposed. She grimaced.

"Uh... Uncle Bob?" she said. She was thinking about 
Marjorie Tomkins, at school, who had helped her remove 
some of her body hair with a hot wax procedure. She 
remembered how painful that was.

"Yeah?" his voice was tight too.

"What about your hair?" She let the question hang.

"Shit," was his short reply. "I forgot about that."

"You want me to take it off?" She reached for the 
bottle.

"It's already too late for that," he said. "We may as 
well let it go. The silicone is pretty slippery. Maybe 
the hairs will pull free. Uh oh," he finished.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm starting to go limp. It's too soon. Get up here 
where I can see you princess."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I need to see you sweety. I need to see those sweet 
tits of yours."

"Oh!" she said, embarrassed. She'd completely forgotten 
she was wearing only panties. She stood up and moved 
around to his head. Her panties were just about at his 
eye level and he craned his neck.

"Man! You're so hot Brandy!" he groaned. "Could you 
take your panties off baby?"

"Uncle Bob!" she said, reproach in her voice. "I don't 
think you're supposed to feel that way about me!"

"I can't help it baby," he said, an impetuous smile on 
his face. "You're a stone fox and if I wasn't your 
uncle I'd be trying to get in your panties anyway. Come 
on, it's for the project. I need to stay hard for this 
to work."

Brandy felt that tremor in her pussy again. Her thumbs 
hooked in the waistband of her panties almost of their 
own volition. She pushed downward, exposing the top of 
her light brown pubes.

"Oh yes," sighed Bob. "Just a little further."

Feeling wild, Brandy pushed the panties down and lifted 
one foot to step out of them. She stepped sideways with 
that foot, and her pussy was exposed to her uncle.

"Oh fuck," said Bob. "That's the prettiest pussy I've 
ever seen."

"UNCLE BOB!" complained Brandy. But her voice didn't 
sound like she was complaining a LOT.

"You don't have to worry about the mold, honey," he 
said. "I'm as hard as I've ever been again. Tell me 
something Brandy, do you ever play with that pussy?"

"UNCLE BOB!!" she squealed again. "OF COURSE I DON'T! 
MY MOTHER WOULD JUST SHIT!" Her mouth snapped shut as 
she uttered that four letter word. She'd never said it 
out loud before. She turned crimson again, the reddish 
tint going clear down to the tops of her breasts.

"Let me tell you something about your mother Brandy," 
said Bob, who was her mother's brother. "When we were 
kids she masturbated so much that our parents took her 
to a shrink."

Brandy was shocked into stillness. "What?" 

"You heard me. She stuck everything in the house up in 
her pussy. Candles, hairbrush handles, even cucumbers 
and bananas. Our parents didn't know about it until she 
got a dildo from one of her friends and masturbated 
herself to sleep with it one night. She left it lying 
beside her in the bed and your Grandmother found it the 
next morning when she went to wake her up for school."

"MY mother?" asked Brandy, unbelieving.

"That's right, princess. Your mother. My sister. She 
let every boy in the neighborhood crawl between her 
legs. Our folks had her in therapy for years. That 
therapist convinced her there was something wrong with 
her. He put her on drugs and hypnosis and all kinds of 
stuff. She started acting all funny. It wasn't until 
years later we found out he was fucking her too."

"MY MOTHER?" Brandy just couldn't fit her mother's face 
on the picture her uncle was painting.

"She was so messed up by it all that she never got over 
it. That's why she acted the way she acted with you. 
She was convinced that sex was just bad in every way. 
Then that cult got a hold of her and they said it was 
her duty to bear children. She had you two, but your 
father was miserable the rest of the time. He loved her 
though, and put up with her until she started ruining 
your and Bobby's lives too."

Brandy sat down. "Wow," she said, breathless.

"I think we're done," he said, raising his chest off 
the chairs. He pushed himself up and Brandy leaned to 
one side to see the soda bottle lift off the books. 
"Shit that's heavy," said Bob as the weight transferred 
to his cock and balls. "FUCK!" he grunted.

"What's wrong?" asked Brandy anxiously.

"We forgot the thing to get it off my balls too," he 
groaned. He reached down and took the weight of the 
bottle in his hands. He looked funny walking around 
with a soda bottle sticking out where his penis should 
be and Brandy giggled.

"This isn't funny!" he groused.

"I know. I'm sorry. It just looks funny."

"Well, you're going to have to help me get this thing 
off. Come with me," he ordered.

Brandy followed him to his fly tying workshop, where he 
rooted around in a tool box and came up with a scalpel. 
"You're going to have to make a cut, to split the mold. 
Obviously you need to be VERY careful. I think if you 
split it about to here...", he pointed to a place on 
the side of the bottle, "we can pull it apart and my 
balls will come free. My cock's already shrunk down, so 
that part shouldn't be any problem."

"What if I cut you?" she asked anxiously.

"Don't," he said simply. "If you cut in far enough and 
leave just a thin layer next to my skin, I think it 
will tear. Just be careful," he said.

Bob went back into the living room and sat down on the 
couch, leaning back with his legs spread. He pulled the 
bottle up toward his face, exposing the bottom side to 
Brandy, who knelt between his legs. First she cut the 
plastic, and peeled that off, leaving the bottle shaped 
mold. Then, carefully, she began slicing into that, in 
the area he had showed her. Bob reached down and, with 
both hands, tried to pull the latex apart as she cut 
it, exposing new material for her to slice into.

"This is so strange," said Brandy, mostly to herself.

"I don't even think Penthouse Forum would print this 
story," chuckled Bob.

Brandy frowned as she got deeper and deeper into the 
latex. "I don't know how close I'm getting," she said. 
"I'm afraid I'll cut you."

"Try poking the tip of the scalpel into the cut. Go 
very slowly and I'll tell you when I feel something," 
he said.

For lack of any better plan, Brenda did that. The first 
time she went halfway up the length of the blade, and 
when he didn't say anything, she sliced into the latex 
that deeply. He was able to pull it apart and she could 
see they had gotten almost two inches deep. The next 
time, as the scalpel blade got to the halfway point he 
jerked. 

"I think you're almost there," he said, a little 
breathlessly.

Brandy cut in only a quarter of the length of the blade 
and told him to pull. She saw a tear open up, and could 
see flesh through it.

"Oooo you're doing it!" she squealed. "Keep pulling!"

Now she helped him, pulling the split apart. She told 
him to hold still and reached in to flicked with the 
scalpel in a couple of places and then it happened. She 
could see his balls, or at least part of them.

Bob began to try to pull his cock and balls out of the 
mold. He stopped almost immediately. "Ow" he said 
shortly. "The hairs are stuck inside."

"What can I do?" asked Brandy.

"I don't think there's anything you can do. Go get a 
washcloth and run it under hot water. Wring it out and 
bring it back here."

Brandy ran to do that and heard moans and groans, mixed 
with several very bad words. When she got back, though, 
the soda bottle shaped mold was in his hands. His cock 
was lying on his stomach. There wasn't nearly as much 
hair around it as there had been when they started.

There were tears running down his face.

"Oh you poor baby!" cooed Brandy as her maternal 
instincts kicked in. She dropped to her knees and 
spread the hot washcloth over his cock and balls, 
surrounding them with warmth and dampness. She molded 
the washcloth around his cock and he sighed as the heat 
provided some relief.

Bob looked down at his niece, kneeling naked between 
his thighs. Her hands were on his cock. The fact there 
was a washcloth between her skin and his didn't mean 
much, though and he felt the familiar tingle of blood 
rushing into his sexual organ.

For her part Brandy felt his cock begin to get firmer 
and looked up at his face. She knew she should stop 
touching him, but she didn't want to.

"Is that better?" she asked.

Bob decided to go for broke. "It would be better now if 
you touched it without the washcloth. I need to know we 
haven't damaged anything," he said. 

Brandy, not used to pure bullshit, laid the washcloth 
aside and took a breath as her hands reached for the 
first penis she had ever touched. She took it in both 
hands, gently cupping it. She was amazed at how soft 
the skin felt. It moved in strange ways too. She 
remembered how her brother had been rubbing it up and 
down and she tightened one hand, gripping his cock. 
Then she gave it an experimental stroke.

"Ahhhhhhh" sighed Bob. 

"Is that OK?" she asked.

"Keep going, baby," he sighed.

"Uncle Bob, are you asking me to masturbate you?" asked 
Brandy, who was fascinated with the thing in her hand, 
and had no intention to stop. Some part of her mother 
had made her ask the politically correct question.

"Yes I am Brandy," admitted her uncle.

"Oh... OK" said the part of Brandy that didn't want 
anything to do with her mother and was very interested 
in what she was doing.

Brandy watched as his cock got larger and larger and 
stiffer and stiffer until it was rock hard. Her 
amazement grew as the cock in her hand grew. This was 
FUN!

"Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"You're doing it perfectly," he commended her. "You 
want me to do you while you do me?" he asked.

Brandy was shocked. The idea of her uncle playing with 
her pussy hadn't occurred to her. As it did, though, 
she realized that tingle in her pussy was back and the 
urge to rub was back too.

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"It might hurt if you have a tight cherry," he 
admitted. "I assume by the things you've said that 
you've never played with yourself, right?"

"No, not really," she said. "Mother told me my hair 
would all fall out and I'd be bald for the rest of my 
life if I did that," she said. "She even showed me 
pictures of women that had happened to. They had to 
wear scarves on their heads."

"Those were cancer patients honey," said her uncle, 
saddened by what his sister had done to this poor girl. 
"It was chemo and radiation therapy that caused their 
hair to fall out, not masturbation."

"If I let you... would you stop if I asked you to?" 
asked Brandy.

"Of course. I'll never do ANYTHING to you that you 
don't want me to," said Uncle Bob.

"OK then," said the innocent girl.

Bob hopped up and grabbed her hand, leading her to his 
bedroom. "We'll be more comfortable in here... more 
room," he explained.

Soon they were on the bed, side by side and her hand 
was wrapped around his stiff cock again. He slid his 
big calloused hand between her arm and her side, 
letting his wrist touch the side of one breast, and 
then slid it down her side to her hip. He rubbed the 
skin there and looked into her eyes.

"Kiss me" he said.

Brandy had wanted to kiss a boy for as long as she 
could remember. But she'd never gotten the chance. On 
the few dates she'd been out on in college, she'd 
always been too scared to try kissing the boy, for fear 
she'd mess it up, or do it wrong. She leaned into her 
Uncle eagerly and planted two pencil hard lips against 
his. It didn't feel like anything special. She pulled 
away to see a smile in his eyes.

"Try this" he said. "Let your lips get loose... soft... 
and leave them a little bit apart."

Brandy leaned in again and his soft lips mashed against 
hers, moving them across her teeth. She felt a flash of 
heat shoot through her body as he moved his lips on 
hers. Now THIS she liked. 

While this was going on, he slipped his hand between 
her legs.

Brandy felt his hand going where no man's hand had ever 
been, and instinctively she raised one knee, opening 
herself up for him. One of his thick fingers slid 
between her pussy lips and scraped across something 
that almost paralyzed her with the intensity of the 
feelings it caused. Her loins jerked in response and 
her mouth went "UH!" into his.

Bob broke the kiss and let the tip of his finger find 
her virgin hole. He felt her hymen at the bottom of the 
slit and pressed against it to test it. She jerked 
again, this time in pain and he withdrew. He rubbed her 
clit some more and her hips began vibrating and moving 
as he moaned into his next kisses. She had stopped 
jerking on him, but he didn't mind. He was having too 
much fun playing a sexual tune on this beautiful girl's 
body. He began to feel her pussy getting slipperier and 
found her hole again. This time he slid his finger 
above her cherry, getting it into her pussy up to the 
second knuckle before the thickness of his finger 
stretched her enough to cause pain.

"Ohhh that hurts" she complained. "But it feels gooood 
too. Can you go in a little more?"

"That's your cherry stretching," he told her. "If I put 
my finger all the way in it might tear your cherry and 
you wouldn't be a virgin any more.

"Oh" she sighed. "Try just a little more."

Bob pushed deeper and she winced. He couldn't tell if 
he'd torn it or not. Her pussy was so tight that all he 
could feel was her skin pressing onto his finger. He 
lay the base of his fingers on her clit and hooked the 
finger that was in her. Then he finger fucked her, 
moving the finger only an inch in and out, but rubbing 
her clitty with every stroke.

Brandy's hand left his cock completely as she rolled 
onto her back, spreading her legs more. She began 
panting. Her perky upturned nipples, on her cantaloupe 
sized breasts were right in front of Bob's face, and he 
couldn't resist. He leaned over and sucked one nipple 
into his mouth. 

Brandy's eyes popped open as she felt her uncle's mouth 
on her breast and something inside of her seemed to 
break, like a bungee cord that was stretched too far. 
As it snapped, the feeling in her pussy intensified and 
began to flow outward. She heard herself let out an 
agonized groan as that feeling washed through her body 
and into her brain, where it blasted everything else 
out of her head. All she could see, feel, or think 
about, was that fantastic feeling in her pussy as his 
thick finger massaged her inside.

From Bob's vantage point, she went still, frozen. Then 
her hips bounced up off the bed as her back arched 
violently. Her butt fell back to the bed and her heels 
came up to her butt, digging into the bed. Then her 
back arched again and her pussy came up farther off the 
bed as her throat made a noise that sounded more like 
it was coming from a coyote than a girl in her late 
teens. Air rushed in and out of her lungs as she gasped 
over and over.

Then she went limp.

Bob left his finger right where it was. Her orgasm had 
produced the thick slick fluid that was designed to 
close up her vaginal channel, almost gluing it shut so 
that if there was any sperm in there, it couldn't get 
out. This organic "glue" stuck to his finger, sealing 
her pussy to it. He knew from experience that if he 
just pulled his finger out, it could cause her pain as 
her sensitive tissues were pulled and stretched. So he 
just held her, his finger stuck up in her. Her chest 
rose and fell rapidly as she tried to get he breath. 

Finally she rolled her head and smiled at him. "That 
was wonderful," she said.

"I'm going to take my finger out of you now," he said. 
He actually pushed it in a little further to break the 
seal and she winced. Once broken, though, he could 
withdraw the digit easily. She moaned a little as he 
did so, acting unhappy that she was losing something 
that had brought her so much pleasure.

"Was that an orgasm?" she asked, her eyes half closed.

"Yup" he said. "Kind of fun, huh?"

"And I won't go bald?"

"Or crazy," he confirmed.

"Thank you" she said.

"Sweetheart, it was a fantasy come true. I had just as 
good a time as you did."

"Did you have an orgasm too?" she asked.

"No, but that's OK. I had such a good time watching you 
I didn't even notice."

"But it's not fair if I get to feel good and you 
don't." She rolled over to face him. Her nakedness, her 
comfortableness with BEING naked in bed with him, made 
his cock like iron. He wanted to fuck this beautiful 
nymph. But that was out of the question. His attention 
was caught by the end of her next statement. "... 
anything I can do?"

"You could masturbate me again," he said. "That would 
help a lot."

"OK!" she said brightly. "I LIKE doing that!"

She got up on her knees and leaned over him, grasping 
his cock and rubbing sensually up and down. "It still 
has little pieces of rubber stuck to it," she noted as 
she jerked him. Her hand felt so good. He looked at her 
hanging breasts. He couldn't see her pussy, but the 
memory of how hot and slick and tight it had felt 
fueled his cum. She didn't have to jerk him long.

"OK Brandy, honey, I'm about to cum," he warned her.

"Oh goody I want to see it," she said, looking straight 
down in the cock she was jerking.
"Honey you need to back up," he warned her.

To Brandy, "backing up" meant taking several steps 
backward. She didn't want to do that. She wanted her 
hand around his penis when it started doing whatever it 
was going to do. Never having had sex ed, and not 
having a clear idea of what an 'ejaculation' was, the 
only thing she could compare it to was her own orgasm, 
which had made her feel so fantastic.

So, when a long stream of semen rocketed out of his 
cock and splatted right on her right cheek... Brandy 
was surprised.

Now the natural thing to do when you're surprised is to 
gasp. It gets air into your lungs to fuel the fight or 
flight reaction that kicks in when the "surprise" sign 
lights up in your brain. To gasp requires that you take 
air in quickly. You can't do that through your nose, so 
the normal thing to do when gasping is to open your 
mouth and take air in through that.

Brandy was normal. Her mouth opened and she gasped. His 
second shot of sperm promptly blasted right into her 
mouth. 

There is another automatic reaction we should mention 
here. When something gets in your mouth, even if it's a 
foreign object, like say a chip of wood, or a bug or 
something the wind blew there, the natural thing to do 
is close your mouth. That's actually to keep MORE of 
whatever from getting into your mouth. But in the 
process, you automatically taste whatever it is that 
already got there. 

If it tastes bad you spit and hack and maybe even 
cough. If it has a neutral taste, like a chip of wood, 
you usually explore it with your tongue and teeth to 
try and figure out what it is, or to get it in position 
to take it out of your mouth. We don't usually just 
spit. That's because, for some unknown reason, we 
always want to know just exactly what it was that got 
into our mouth.

Brandy was normal. Her mouth closed and she tasted her 
uncle's semen. While it wasn't exactly a neutral taste, 
it wasn't something horrible either and she had no 
automatic urge to spit. Her tongue and teeth tried to 
analyze the substance, but by the time she figured out 
what had happened, her third normal response had kicked 
in.

She swallowed.

That happened about the time Bob's third jet of spunk 
splatted right where she'd have a moustache if she were 
a male.

The part of her brain that married up Bob's warning 
"Move back" with the facts and circumstances she was 
experiencing, and she sat up. Bob's sperm promptly 
dripped off her face and fell on her perfect teenage 
breasts. One long drooping drip went between her 
breasts, stuck to her belly button and began oozing its 
way down her abdomen like it knew where it was REALLY 
supposed to be, and was trying its best to somehow get 
there.

For Bob, seeing his cum on his niece's face, and 
hearing her gulping swallow... well, at that point he 
felt he could die happy right then and there.

The "EWWWWW" factor set in, however, and both of 
Brandy's hands started flopping out from her sides. 
While that mysterious substance didn't taste bad, she 
wasn't wild about having it all over her face.

"Hang on baby" said her Uncle Bob in a calm voice. 
"I'll get something to clean you up." He hopped up off 
the bed and got a warm wash cloth, when he then cleaned 
her up with as she calmed down.

When he was done he put the cloth down. "Sorry baby. I 
should have given you more information," he said.

Brandy, with a typical teenage attention span, said 
"Oh, it's OK. It wasn't so bad I guess. In fact I'd 
have to say that was the most fun I've had in a long 
time," she said brightly.

They got up and got dressed and Bob set to work. First 
he cut the mold open with a large butcher knife along 
just one side. The latex was pliable enough he could 
then unfold it to see the interior and examine what 
they'd made.

It was amazing to see the incredible detail. Every 
vein, every fold of skin, even the pebbled texture of 
his ball sack was all there in exquisite faithful 
reproduction. He frowned at the hairs that were 
sticking out all over the place. He tried pulling on 
them, to get them out of their rubber prison, but they 
were too slick.

"It won't matter" he said. He went to the kitchen and 
came back with a can of Pam cooking spray, which he had 
Brandy spray into the mold before he closed it and 
wrapped it with a towel and then duct tape. He mixed up 
a new batch of silicone, this time using the pink kind, 
and poured it in. When the flesh colored liquid had 
filled it completely he set it aside and they had 
something to eat.

They let it go half an hour, just to be sure. Then Bob 
unwrapped the duct tape and took the towel off. He 
pried very carefully at the cut section... and it came 
open like a banana being peeled.

Inside was a perfect reproduction of his erect penis 
and full balls.

It was incredible. Both of them examined it like it was 
some lost treasure, come back into the light after 
being in someone's closet for a hundred years. It 
caused flutters in Brandy's belly, just like the 
original had. When she took it in her hand it even felt 
real because the heat created in the curing process was 
still in it.

"Wow" she said, holding it by the balls and stroking it 
like she had stroked him. "It even FEELS real!"

Bob grinned. "If that doesn't get you the best grade 
possible then nothing will."

"Yeah, except that I have to have two more to go with 
it. How am I going to convince Daddy and Bobby to let 
me do theirs too?"

Bob smiled gently. "Sweety, if you tell them that, in 
the process of doing this, you have to be naked too... 
to ensure success... they'll do it. Trust me on that."

"But they probably don't think I'm pretty like you do," 
said Brandy.

"I have a hundred dollar bill that says you're wrong," 
said Bob.

"I could use a hundred dollars," said Brandy, "But if I 
lost I could never pay you."

Bob pulled her in for another hot kiss. "I think I 
could come up with a way for you to satisfy your debt. 
Are we on?"

"Sure!" said Brandy, feeling brave after all that had 
happened.


CHAPTER TWO

Brandy decided to approach her brother first. He was 
unlikely to throw her out of the house, and, if he 
threatened to tell her father, she could blackmail him 
into silence with her knowledge about his masturbation. 
She expected him to laugh at her and then call her a 
pervert.

Brandy was a very innocent young girl.

She found him in his room, reading a comic book.

"Aren't you a little old to be reading comic books?" 
she asked, as an ice breaker.

"No" he said shortly. He was almost eighteen and he 
knew good and well that he was older than most kids who 
still read the colorful magazines, but he wasn't about 
to admit it to his older sister. "What do you want?" 
His voice made it clear that she was intruding.

"I need your help with a project I'm doing for 
comparative anatomy at school," said Brandy, trying to 
sound like those researchers she heard lectures from.

"What kind of help?" he asked.

"I want to make molds of... body parts... of the men in 
this family. Then the molds can be compared to each 
other and the differences and similarities catalogued."

"Like my hand?" Bobby held up his hand. His fingers 
were thick and short. They looked immensely strong.

"Sort of like that, yes," said Brandy. "Except it isn't 
your hand."

Bobby had a lightning image of his sister putting clay 
or plaster of Paris or something over his face. He'd 
seen a TV show where they did that to make masks for 
actors who had to wear an alien mask or something like 
that. They had to poke straws up the actor's nose so he 
could breathe during the process and it had looked 
distinctly uncomfortable. "I don't think so," he said.

"What do you mean?" asked Brandy, incredulous. He'd 
shot her down before she even told him what she wanted 
to cast.

He told her about the program, and the actor's face 
being covered with strips of plaster soaked cloth.

Brandy heaved a sigh of relief. "It's not your face 
either, so don't worry about that."

"OK, then, so what is it?" He looked at her now.

"Well... its... um you see I want to compare... uh... 
sexual organs," she finished. She couldn't look at him.

Bobby couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He'd grown 
up under the same restrictions his sister had, and had 
been just as frustrated by their mother as anyone else. 
His natural urges had been forced into hiding. He'd 
discovered masturbation while taking a bath when he was 
twelve. He'd also known, instinctively, that his mother 
would not approve. So he had hidden his personal 
activities from his mother. But as close an eye as she 
kept on both kids made it very difficult to do anything 
outside the bathroom, and even then if he was in there 
too long his mother came knocking, demanding to know 
why he was taking so long and wanting to know what he 
was doing. 

His mother hadn't been gone from their lives an hour 
before he was masturbating. He had felt so free that he 
didn't even care if he had an orgasm or not. And, like 
all boys, he had gathered with his hunter brothers and 
talked about the gatherers and what the hunters wanted 
to do to and with the gatherers. He had a street 
education in sex, which meant he knew some dirty words, 
and the general idea of intercourse, but that's about 
all.

"You want to make a mold of my dick?" he asked.

"That's such a nasty word," said Brandy.

Bobby thought about exposing his penis to his sister. 
He found that idea almost wildly attractive. His sister 
was a knockout, and he spent hours trying to find 
magazines that had pictures of women who looked like 
her so that, when he lay on his bed and jacked off, he 
could pretend the women were her.

"OK," he said.

Brandy blinked. "What?"

"I said sure. You can make a mold of my dick. Who are 
you going to compare it to?"

Brandy couldn't believe he'd agreed so quickly. She was 
off balance. "Um... Daddy and Uncle Bob," she said.

"Dad will never go for it," said Bobby. "Uncle Bob 
might. I've seen him look at you."

"What?" asked Brandy again. This was all going too fast 
for her to keep up with.

"I've seen Uncle Bob looking at you. He looks at you 
like I look at... well never mind. All I'm saying is 
that Uncle Bob thinks you're sexy."

Brandy blushed. She already knew what Uncle Bob thought 
about her, but for Bobby to know too made her 
uncomfortable. She didn't want Bobby to know she 
already had one model made. She planned on using the 
same technique with her father too. That way each one 
would think they were the first of the three.

"So how do we do this?" asked Bobby.

Brandy explained the procedure, describing how the mold 
had to be made quickly once the two liquids were mixed, 
and that there might be some discomfort during the 
removal of the mold. "Um... you might want to shave 
too, before we make the mold," suggested Brandy.

"Shave? Why would I need to shave? I couldn't grow a 
beard if I tried," he said.

"Down there," added Brandy.

"You've got to be shitting me," he said.

Brandy frowned. "You've gotten a horrible potty mouth 
since Mom left. And it doesn't sound attractive at all, 
little brother.

"OK, OK, you've got to be KIDDING me. I'm not shaving 
my crotch. Do you know what they'd say in the locker 
room if I did that? I'd be the laughing stock of the 
whole school!"

"Well, it's painful... I mean I'm sure it would BE 
painful if the hair gets stuck in the silicone. It 
might even pull it out when we remove the mold."

"I'll take my chances," he said darkly. "Shave my 
balls!" he huffed. "You've been smoking too much dope 
up at that college. That's what I think."

"Well they're your... balls," said Brandy. "But I don't 
want to hear any whining later."

"This is a 'No Whining' zone," Bobby said in a macho 
voice.

Bobby asked a couple more questions and they decided to 
make the mold the next day, which was Saturday. Their 
father went golfing on Saturday mornings if the weather 
was good. He'd been enjoying himself since his wife had 
run off.

===

Saturday morning Chuck said goodbye and hauled his 
clubs out the door.

Brandy had thought about making Bobby's mold almost 
constantly since he had agreed to do it, and had been 
agitated the whole time, at a low level of... 
horniness. She had imagined going over the process a 
hundred times. After her father waved goodbye and left 
she got more nervous and, for some reason, wanted to 
look nice for her brother. She was standing in front of 
the mirror in the bathroom, still in her pajamas, 
brushing her hair, when Bobby appeared in the open 
doorway.

"So how do we start?" He'd been thinking about what 
they were going to do too. He hadn't been able to 
envision what she would do and had questioned her. But 
Brandy had just said she knew how to do it, and would 
explain it later. He was half hard and worried that 
she'd be upset if he developed a hardon.

Brandy turned and once again Bobby had to admire her. 
The pajamas she was wearing were flannel and loose, but 
still her young breasts pushed the soft fabric out from 
her chest. He felt his dick twitch again. She looked 
flushed and... nervous.

"Well, I have all the stuff. We have to get some things 
arranged and then we can start," she said.

He followed her to the dining room, where she began to 
arrange chairs in a row. "You have to be... um... 
hanging down... for this to work," she said. She 
explained how she'd have to raise the bottle containing 
the molding material up onto his body. Bobby got 
stiffer still.

"Uh... Brandy?" He started to tell her about his 
problem.

She turned around. She looked happy for some reason and 
Bobby didn't want to make that smile go away. "What?" 
she asked.

"Nothing," he said. But he immediately realized she'd 
find out sooner or later. "Um... you understand about 
guys, right?"

Brandy hadn't a clue what he was talking about. She 
just looked at him, not even knowing what kind of 
question to ask to find out what he was talking about.

Bobby's cheeks got darker. "Um... you know... sometimes 
we get... um... hard," he finished, blushing more.

Brandy's face lit up. "That's PERFECT!" she said. "I 
NEED you to be hard for me."

There's an old saying that goes like this:  I know you 
believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm 
not sure you realize that what you think you heard is 
not what I meant.  

Memorize that, faithful readers, and learn to rattle it 
off without thinking, because it will make jaws drop.

But Brandy didn't know that saying, and didn't realize 
what she'd just said, and how a man... particularly 
Bobby... would hear it.

The words "I need you to be hard for me." settled into 
Bobby's brain like rain soaks into a cotton shirt. 
Bobby's bone sprang to instant attention. He too was 
still wearing his pajamas, which were thin cotton with 
a pattern of horses on them. His mother had bought them 
for his last birthday, and habit still forced him to 
wear them. There happened to be a horse face right over 
his crotch, and the face took on three dimensional 
attributes. The horse actually had a long nose.

And, of course, Brandy looked at what he had suggested 
might be happening.

"Excellent" she said happily. 

Bobby's prick leaked precum. "You're not mad?" he 
asked.

"Of course not," she said, making the final 
arrangements to the chairs and stack of books she had 
placed under the gap between two of them. "How else 
would I be able to make the mold?"

"Oh," said Bobby, now a little confused. "So what do we 
do now?"

"Well, now we have to be naked," said Brandy. Things 
had been going so well that her shyness receded. She 
began unbuttoning her pajama top, exposing creamy white 
skin between the swell of her well developed breasts. 
She had just naturally assumed that, as with Uncle Bob, 
she would have to be naked too.

Bobby stood frozen as he watched the inner swells of 
his sister's breasts come into view. He'd dreamed of 
seeing them, but never thought he actually would. His 
prick strained painfully and he felt light headed. 
"Naked?" he sighed. "Both of us?"

Brandy stopped. She looked at him. "Isn't that OK?" She 
had a sudden terrible fear that her brother thought she 
was ugly and didn't want to see her. "Uncle B... I mean 
I just thought it would help." Her face fell. "But if 
you don't want me to that's OK." She turned back 
around. "But you have to take your bottoms off at 
least."

Bobby suddenly realized she was buttoning her PJs back 
up. 

"NO!" he shouted. 

Brandy jumped and turned back around, her fingers at a 
button. 

Bobby rushed on in a panic. "I mean it WOULD help. I 
was just surprised. You never told me what we were 
actually going to do. You can be naked too. Yes! That's 
a good idea!" He started tearing at his pajamas and a 
button flew across the room as he stripped naked in a 
little less than eight seconds. He started hopping 
around as he tried to get his feet clear of the legs of 
his PJ bottoms.

Brandy stood transfixed as her brother's penis came 
into view. As he danced it waved and bobbed. She was 
astonished that it looked almost completely different 
than her Uncle's. Uncle Bob's penis had been thick, 
with a lot of bulges and dips and uneven lines to it, 
with a large head moving to a thinner neck and then 
back out to a veined and bumpy shaft. 

Brandy had stared at it for an hour the night before, 
or at least the model of it, as she stroked the slick 
rubbery surface of the facsimile they had made. She'd 
tucked it under her pillow, her hand wrapped around it 
as she fell asleep.

But Bobby's was smoother, without all the variation in 
thickness. It didn't look quite as thick as her 
uncle's, and there was no bulge at the tip. There was a 
kind of collar of skin that went almost to the tip, 
which was shiny and had something wet looking forming a 
drip. 

Not having had any sex education, Brandy didn't know 
the difference between a man who had been cut, and one 
with a foreskin. She was seeing that difference now, 
and she was astonished. She'd thought they'd pretty 
much look the same, like breasts, with only minor 
variations in overall size.

Once naked Bobby had frozen again, hoping that Brandy 
would continue to expose more of her skin. "Really... 
Brandy it would be good for you to be naked too," he 
said, somewhat breathlessly.

"Oh!" Brandy came unstuck and her hands automatically 
went to the buttons again. Within seconds the top was 
sliding down her arms and dropping to the floor. 

Bobby gave a long sigh.

Brandy darted a look at his face and saw something 
there that made her feel just as good as she did when 
Uncle Bob stared at her. Her reservations vanished and 
she bent over to shuck her PJ bottoms. She stood back 
up naked, and still a little shy.

Bobby sighed again. "You're gorgeous Brandy," he said, 
awe in his voice. "I didn't know."

Brandy felt that tingle in between her legs that she 
liked so much. "Thank you," she said softly. "My being 
naked is supposed to help you stay... hard. So the mold 
can set up before you get soft again."

"No problem there," said Bobby in a hushed tone. His 
hand automatically went to his prick and he stroked it 
a couple of times. He realized what he was doing and 
jerked his hand away, his face flaming red. "Sorry," he 
said.

Brandy had been watching, and she learned something. 
When he pulled backwards on the handsome thing, that 
collar of skin thinned and disappeared, exposing a knob 
just like Uncle Bob's. They weren't so different after 
all!. 

Her smile blazed. "No! That's OK, that's what Un... I 
mean that will help too."

"Gosh you're beautiful," said Bobby as his hand went 
back to his cock. He wanted to squirt more than he had 
in months. Here, right in front of him, was the girl he 
wished he could see in the pages of his beat-off 
magazines.

"Don't go too much overboard," giggled Brandy. She was 
so fascinated with watching the tip appear and then 
disappear under that sheath of skin that she just 
watched for a few seconds. She shivered as the feeling 
between her legs intensified and jerked her eyes away. 
"OK, now lie down on the chairs, with your... penis 
hanging down."

"Are you going to touch it?" asked Bobby wistfully.

"I have to stick a little piece of cardboard along... 
it... by your... um... balls. So I can get the mold off 
easier," she explained.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Bobby as he lay down. He hoped he 
didn't splatter cum all over the place when she touched 
his throbbing peter.

Brandy had prepared a slip of cardboard, about an inch 
and a half long, and an inch wide where it would 
connect with the penis. Then it got wider so she could 
custom fit it to the testicles. A tail would then 
protrude between the subject's legs and would stick up 
out of the silicone once it had set up. Uncle Bob had 
given her a tube of rubber cement. 

He thought that a thin line of that applied to the 
object being molded, and another coating along one side 
of the cardboard would stick if both parts were allowed 
to air dry before they were connected. He thought the 
cardboard would enable her to peel the mold apart 
enough to free the balls. As long as the subject wasn't 
still at full erection, his penis should come out 
easily. Just in case he suggested she coat the penis 
and cardboard with the Pam spray just before she raised 
the jug of silicone up to cover everything. 

So, in fact, Brandy had to touch Bobby's penis and 
balls a lot. He made funny little noises in his throat 
as she did so, and his prick jerked and moved as she 
prepared it for molding.

"Can't you keep that thing still?" she asked.

"Brandy, a beautiful naked girl is touching my pri... I 
mean penis. What do you expect?"

"Well, yes, but that girl is your sister. I'd think 
that would make it go soft," she said, concentrating on 
trying to get the rubber cement in place. She had cut 
the cardboard with scissors and was satisfied with how 
it matched the contour of his balls. It also kept his 
balls from falling down and she liked that too.

"Not a chance," he groaned.

"Thank you again... I think," she said. "OK, now here 
we go." She sprayed his penis with the Pam and he 
jumped.

Carefully she raised the jug of silicone up and onto 
his rampant rod. She grabbed her PJ top to make the 
nest to settle it down into.

"Ohhh it's warm," he moaned.

"Just hold still," she ordered. She put one hand on his 
naked buttocks to punctuate her command.

Bobby almost lost it. The feel of his penis sliding 
into warm clasping wetness was almost too much to bear 
and the feel of her soft fingers on his butt cheek made 
him clench his teeth to keep from... ruining the mold.

"OK, now you have to stay that way for ten minutes," 
said Brandy. "I'm supposed to... um I mean if I let you 
look at me would that help you stay hard?"
Bobby was torn. He wanted to look at her in the worst 
way, but he was afraid he'd blow if he did. "I don't... 
think... that will be... um... necessary." He even 
closed his eyes tightly to help control his urge to 
spew.

Brandy didn't understand what he was talking about, but 
she squatted patiently, just looking at the jug of 
silicone that looked like it was growing out of his 
body. She giggled, thinking about what a penis that 
huge would look like.

"What's wrong?" asked Bobby. The urge to cum had abated 
a little.

"Nothing. I was just thinking how funny it would look 
if your... um penis was as big as the bottle.

Bobby was miffed a little. "Is size all girls think 
about?" he said.

Brandy had NEVER thought about size before. "No," she 
said. "At least I don't think so. I only saw one... I 
mean I never saw one before yours. Aren't they all 
about the same?"

"I guess so," said Bobby. Talking about size made him 
feel even less desirous of spurting. "Uh, I think maybe 
it's getting soft."

Brandy checked her watch. There were still three 
minutes to go. She jumped up and went up by Bobby's 
head. She didn't know what to do, exactly. With Uncle 
Bob she had just stood there as his eyes raked her 
naked body. "Look at me," she said.

Bobby's head turned and his eyes were staring right at 
her bush. He could see her pussy lips nestled amongst 
the light fluff there. He could also smell something 
that, though he didn't know it, was turned on pussy. 
There was a place in his brain that recognized it, 
though, and he felt new strength flow into his prick. 
"Uhhh better," he choked out.

Brandy let him look for two more minutes and then had 
Bobby stand up. He too complained about the weight of 
the mold and held it with both hands. Brandy looked at 
the chairs and then at the couch and decided not to put 
him on either of those.

"Let's go to your bedroom," she said. Once there she 
had him lie on the bed, got the scalpel and started 
working on the plastic bottle that held the mold. Bobby 
stared at her breasts as hung down, swaying gently. He 
noticed that her nipples were standing out from the 
pale areolas, as if they were excited.

Brandy got the plastic peeled off and tried to lay the 
mold on Bobby's abdomen.

"HEY!" he yipped. "That pulls things."

"Oh, sorry" she said. Then "I thought this was a no 
whining zone mister tough guy." But she smiled to show 
she didn't mean it. Bobby held the mold with both hands 
while she peered at the cardboard between his legs. She 
glanced at his hands and giggled again. "See what I 
mean? What if your thingie was that big?"

bobby looked down at his hands, gripping the round 
slick silicone and couldn't help but laugh too. "No 
girl would have anything to do with me if I was that 
big," he said.

"I bet it would shoot a lot of stuff if it was that 
big," said Brandy, remembering Uncle Bob's spurting 
prick. 

"What do you know about stuff shooting?" asked her 
brother. His cock had softened, but he could feel it 
stiffening again inside the mold at her words.

Brandy realized she was treading on dangerous ground. 
"Oh, you know. I know they squirt stuff. Everybody 
knows that." She felt a thrill of peril as she went on. 
"Doesn't yours... squirt... when you... you know?"

Bobby was astonished that his virginal sister was 
suggesting that he masturbated. "What!?" he gasped. 
"What makes you think I do that?"

"I heard that all boys do that," said Brandy, pulling 
at the two sides of the mold where it was stuck to the 
cardboard. To her delight it pulled apart easily, just 
like Uncle Bob had predicted it would.

"Well I... ahhhhhhhhBraaannndddeeeeeee!" he moaned as 
she began pulling the mold off his balls. He could feel 
pressure all around his stiff prick, and hairs being 
pulled.

"I think it's stuck a little," said Brandy. She pulled 
the mold apart more and could see his balls fall loose. 
Obviously his penis was still thick and stiff. "Oh!" 
she said, the tip of her tongue darting out between her 
lips as she concentrated. "You're still hard." She 
pulled and some of his penis appeared. Then when he 
whined she let off of it a little. She could see a 
little more of it than before. 

"I have to pull Bobby," she said. She pulled again, and 
then released the pressure again, doing that several 
times, not knowing she was, in effect, jacking her 
brother off.

Bobby watched as her breasts swayed. His eyes darted to 
the hair he could barely see between her legs in her 
bent over position. He couldn't take it any more. With 
a groan he felt semen rushing through his cock. 
Thankfully, his prick had pulled out enough that there 
was a reservoir of sorts to accept his emission. Three 
strong healthy spurts and he felt his cock softening. 

Brandy had to take a step back as his prick popped free 
of it's confinement. Semen oozed from the tip of his 
prick as he grabbed it to make sure it was OK.

Brandy stared. The stuff coming out of his penis looked 
just like Uncle Bob's had. She peered down into the 
mold and then tipped it upside down. A long drip of 
viscous white fluid dripped out onto the bed.

Bobby was mortified. His face scrunched up. "I'm sorry 
Brandy, I couldn't help it. You look so sexy and it 
felt so good. I..."

She shushed him by leaning over and kissing his lips a 
quick peck. "It's OK Bobby. I understand."

Bobby was at once relieved and amazed. "Really?" he 
whined.

"Sure. It's normal, isn't it? I mean you DID say I was 
pretty. Isn't that what a boy does around a pretty 
naked girl?"

"I guess so," he said. 

"I'll have to clean the mold out, though," she said, 
frowning. 'before I can make the positive mold."

"I'll do that if you want," offered her brother, still 
feeling bad.

"No, that's OK. It's my project," she said. She took 
the mold and walked out of the room. As she got to the 
door she looked back over her shoulder. "Don't move. 
I'll be back with a washcloth to clean you up."

Brandy put the mold in the sink and got the washcloth. 
She was about to turn on the water to clean the mold 
and dampen the washcloth when she saw a drool of her 
brother's spunk dripping out of the mold. Looking over 
her shoulder first, she dipped a finger into it and 
brought it to her mouth. It tasted different than her 
uncle's. It had a sharper taste, with a little 
saltiness thrown in. But it wasn't bad either.

She got the washcloth nice and hot before returning to 
her brother's room. He was still lying where she'd left 
him and was, more or less, relaxed. When she started to 
bathe his cock and balls, though, his cock stiffened 
again.

"Sorry" he said again.

"Will you stop that?" she said. She reached out and 
grasped his penis with her bare hand. Then she made the 
collar of skin thin and move until the round head was 
uncovered. 

Bobby hissed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure that everything still works like it's 
supposed to," she said. She slid her hand back up and 
watched, fascinated as the tip was covered up and what 
looked like loose fleshy lips were formed in an 'O'. 
She played with his cock, sliding her hand along it's 
smooth length, marveling at how soft it felt on the 
outside, though very firm underneath.

Brandy looked at Bobby's face. It was frozen in a 
rictus of what might have been pain, except that his 
eyes made it clear there was no pain involved. 
"Brandy... if you keep doing that I'll have to..."

"Cum" she finished for him. "Yes, I know. Tell me 
before you do, though, so we don't make a big mess 
again."

Bobby didn't know how he could keep from making a mess. 
He was almost paralyzed with joy as his sister's warm 
hand stroked him.

Brandy, despite her lack of education in things sexual, 
HAD heard of blow jobs. She'd never contemplated doing 
one, and if asked before this very instant would have 
shaken her head, saying she wouldn't ever DO one. But 
those little wrinkled lips that formed every time she 
pulled his foreskin up and over the head of his prick 
just begged to be kissed, and to kiss back and, after 
all, his sperm didn't taste bad.

So why not? It would save having to clean things up, 
wouldn't it?

And, when Bobby gasped that it was time, she bent over 
and kissed those little lips like Uncle Bob had taught 
her how to kiss, with soft, loose lips that were 
slightly parted. When Bobby realized where her mouth 
was, and his hips lurched up off the bed, his prick 
just naturally entered Brandy's mouth and she just 
naturally clamped down on it with tongue, cheeks... and 
perhaps just a little too much teeth.

Bobby exploded as he saw stars. He felt heat around his 
cock again, and this time he knew it was the heat of 
his sister's mouth. He gave her every drop he could 
produce, though having cum only minutes before robbed 
him of real volume.

Brandy sucked up what he offered and realized 
immediately that having a lot in your mouth tasted 
quite different than having just a little. Basically, a 
lot tasted much better, and Brandy was very glad she 
had decided to do this fun and tasty thing. She 
swallowed twice and, when she pulled her mouth off of 
his cock, let it flop lifelessly against his leg. 
Seeing it like that she suddenly realized it looked a 
LOT like her father's, on that day she had seen it when 
it, too, was soft.

Brandy made the positive mold of Bobby's cock that 
afternoon, and she was delighted to find that it came 
out almost perfectly. Where the head of his penis had 
been uncovered by the foreskin the silicone had curled 
under, and the facsimile looked so lifelike she 
expected that foreskin to peel back off the glans when 
she stroked it. It didn't, of course, but the thing 
still felt good in her hand, which seemed to fit around 
it perfectly, just like the original.

She compared it to Uncle Bob's and could see 
differences easily. They felt different too. Though the 
surface of each was made of the same material, and that 
material felt the same, she could close her eyes and 
feel the difference between the larger, bumpier one of 
her Uncle, and the smoother, slimmer one of her 
brother. 

Now all that was left was getting her father to agree 
to let her complete the set.



CHAPTER THREE

Brandy had thought and thought about how to approach 
her father about posing for a mold. Uncle Bob had been 
so open about how much he appreciated her as a woman, 
that, while strange at first, it had been relatively 
easy. Bobby had been even easier, but she didn't know 
whether that was because he was just a teenaged boy 
chocked full of hormones, or because he really thought 
of her as a woman, and not just a sister.

But Daddy might explode. True, he frequently told her 
she was beautiful, and that he was proud of her. He'd 
been way more laid back about her sexuality than her 
mother had been, and, for that matter, had been clearly 
at odds with his wife about what the kids should be 
allowed to do.

But still...

She thought back to how, with Bobby, she had tried to 
be assertive and act like everything being done was 
just as normal as pie. It had seemed to work very well. 
And she really needed the third model. She had spent an 
hour last night comparing the two models she now had. 

Brandy knew enough about sex to know that a man put his 
penis in a woman's vagina when they made love. Uncle 
Bob had put his finger inside her, and it had been 
wonderful. Staring at the two models she had slipped 
one hand down to her own vagina and had carefully 
slipped one slim finger into it. The flesh inside had 
clasped her finger tightly and, staring at the models, 
she couldn't believe that either of them would fit in 
that close space. That had led to the insertion of 
another finger, at which time she had felt a stretching 
and slight pain at the bottom of the hole she was 
probing. Her fingers had automatically pulled away from 
that pain as she slid them out...

... and Brandy had discovered her clitoris.

The shock of the feeling caused by her fingers sliding 
across the little bump had surprised her. At first she 
thought there must be something wrong... that there was 
some growth there that shouldn't be there. But as she 
pressed against it, she suddenly remembered that same 
feeling when her Uncle had stroked her there. And Uncle 
Bob would have said something if he felt something 
strange or wrong... wouldn't he?

She put aside thoughts of how she would approach her 
father and walked over to Uncle Bob's house. She 
knocked as she went through the door and yelled a 
Hello. His voice came, as usual from the fly tying 
room. when she got there he was bent over a little vice 
and had thread in one hand, and feathers in another. 

He looked up. "How's the most beautiful woman in the 
world?" he asked.

"Uncle Bob! You're a big flirt," she responded, but 
tingled at the compliment.

"I'm not flirting. I've seen all of you, and I'm just 
stating the facts. You can't rag on me for telling the 
truth." He wound the thread around something and 
reached for a little bottle.

"Speaking of which, can I ask you a question?" she 
asked.

"Sure," he said.

"Well, last night I was... ah... well I was... well, 
examining myself, I guess, and I felt something... down 
there... and I don't know if It's normal or not."

Bob looked up. "I'm not sure I understand the question. 
Were you masturbating?"

Brandy's face flamed red. "No. I mean I don't think so. 
I was just sort of feeling around and I felt this 
little bump and when I touched it it felt like when you 
touched me, but I don't know if the bump should be 
there or not." She was out of breath when she finished.

Bob's face went sly. "Well, sweetheart, if it's what I 
think it is, it's fine. But maybe I should take a 
little look-see just to make sure."

Brandy, not used to bullshit, just nodded. "OK," she 
said. she started taking off her jeans, pushing her 
panties down at the same time. She kicked off her shoes 
and pulled the legs of her jeans off, sitting on a 
nearby easy chair. She felt funny wearing a T shirt and 
nothing else. "Should I take my shirt off too?" she 
asked.

"If you'd be more comfortable that would be fine," said 
Bob. When he stood up there was a lump at the front of 
his pants. She was delicious, and her innocence turned 
him on a LOT. She sat upright, looking at him 
expectantly. He saw her eyes drop to his crotch.

"I made Bobby's mold" she said. His... thing is 
different looking than yours. I was surprised."

The thought that she had handled her brother's cock 
stiffened him further. "What was it that looked so 
different?" he asked.

"Well his looks lots smoother, and where yours is kind 
of round on the tip, his didn't look like that at 
first. Then this loose skin moved and it suddenly 
looked more like yours."

"Ahhh" said Bob. "Bobby hasn't been circumcised. That's 
the difference. I have been, when I was a baby."

"I don't understand," said Brandy.

"You know that skin that moved back and forth on 
Bobby's penis?" asked Bob. Brandy nodded. "Well, when I 
was a baby they cut that off of my penis."

Brandy paled and looked horrified. "They did that to a 
poor little helpless BABY?!" She was incensed.

"Well, the way they do it they say it doesn't hurt. I 
don't remember it, of course," said Bob.

"Well it sounds horrible to me," said Brandy.

Bob knelt in front of Brandy and her legs levered open, 
displaying her perfect pussy to his lusting eyes. 
"Brandy, you have the prettiest pussy I think I ever 
saw."

"Pussy is a naughty word Uncle Bob," said Brandy, but 
she felt a thrill as she said that word herself.

"Nonsense. It's just a nickname for this pretty pretty 
vagina right in front of me. Now, where's this bump 
you're worried about?"

Brandy spread her pussy lips with two fingers and then 
touched the sensitive bump with a third. "It's right 
there."

Bob made it look like he was examining everything 
closely, but in fact, he was just enjoying looking. Her 
clit was fully covered in its little hood. He looked 
down and could clearly see her hymen at the bottom of 
her slit. It covered about half of her channel and 
looked fairly thin. He was surprised he hadn't damaged 
it with his finger when he had finger-fucked her.

"Well, I can see your hymen is intact. That's what 
makes you a virgin. I'm glad I didn't damage it the 
other day. It would have hurt and I don't want to hurt 
you." He spoke clinically, trying to prolong his chance 
to gaze at her sex. Finally, though, he had to answer 
her question. "Brandy, honey, have you ever heard of 
the word "clitoris"? That's what that little bump is 
sweetheart."

"No," she said worriedly. "Is that bad?"

"No sugar, that is there to help you have a good time 
when you have sex. When a man's penis slides in and out 
of you it will rub that, and you'll feel good."

"So that's why it feels good to touch it?" she asked.

"Yes, and there are other things you can do with it 
too. Would it be OK if I showed you one?"

"Sure," said Brandy smiling. She was then astonished to 
see her Uncle lean his mouth down to kiss her bump. 
Then his lips sealed around it and he suddenly sucked.

Brandy's upper body fell back in the chair as her hips 
tried to shove themselves into her Uncle's mouth. A 
sound something like "UUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGG" ripped 
from her throat as almost painful streaks shot from her 
clit throughout her body. Two of those streaks shot to 
her nipples, and the tingling there was so strong that 
she had to reach up and squeeze each one, almost like 
one does when she's smashed a finger and grips it 
tightly to ease the pain. Her fingers gripped the arms 
of the chair and dug in as her uncle added a tongue 
wash to his sucking action. Then he let off and licked 
her split several times as she relaxed a little.

"Uncle BOB!" she squealed. "That feels GOOD!"

He stopped long enough to look up and smile. "It's 
supposed to. You can have that same feeling you had the 
other day if you want to."

"Oh YES!" she squealed again. "PLEASE!"

Bob went back to work on her and did his very best. He 
kept his fingers out of her to avoid stretching her 
cherry. He didn't want her to feel any pain at all. 
Instead, he reached up with his fingers and played with 
her spiked nipples as she let out a long "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" 
and her hips started jerking. She jerked around so much 
he had to let go of her nipples and put his hands under 
her butt to keep his mouth where he wanted it. He 
looked up and saw her fingers replace his own.

It didn't take long. Within minutes she was yipping and 
then she went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. Bob 
waited until she went limp and then licked her gently 
with the flat of his tongue as her juices bathed his 
face. When he finally stopped and looked up her head 
was laid back on the chair and there was a beatific 
smile on her face.

"That's what your clitty is for," he said.

She looked down at him, still smiling. "Thank you," she 
said. "But your face is all wet. Isn't that icky?"

"Not a chance sweety. You taste fabulous," he said, 
licking his lips. "Now, you need to get out of here, 
because I want to show you what a cock feels like, and, 
like I said, you're a virgin."

Brandy didn't think he was serious. "You're all stiff 
again, aren't you?"

"You bet I am," he said.

"Well, couldn't I... you know... do what I did last 
time? Would that help?"

Bob ached to stuff her pretty pussy full of his spunk, 
but he didn't think she was ready for that. And a hand 
job from a lovely naked lass was better than his own 
rough hand. 

"That would be very nice," he said. He stood up and 
unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to his ankles. 
He never wore underwear any more.

Brandy sat up and pulled him between her spread legs to 
get to his cock. She had played with the facsimile 
enough that she knew what it would feel like, and 
stroked it with much more authority than she had the 
last time.

"You know what's going to happen," groaned her uncle.

"I know," she said, working on his prick, taking long 
strokes. His skin didn't move like Bobby's did.

"Can you get your hand slick... between your legs?" 
asked Bob. "It'll slide a lot better if you do."

Brandy remembered the slick feeling when her finger had 
gone into her pussy, and she wanted to please her 
uncle, so she took her hand and pressed it against her 
still dripping slot. When she took his cock in her hand 
again it did ride a lot more smoothly on it.

Brandy saw a drop of almost clear stuff bubble out of 
the little hole in the tip. She remembered tasting him 
before. "Can I taste it again?" she asked.

"Ohhh pleease" groaned her uncle.

She leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to 
the clear drop, feeling the smooth skin under it and 
liking that feel. She felt the urge to put her lips 
over the head and did.

Bob leaned backwards and his hands waved in the air for 
balance. "Brandeeeeee" he moaned. 

Brandy felt a wash of fluid enter her mouth and she 
tasted her uncle all over the inside of her mouth. She 
pulled her mouth off of his cock as it continued to 
spurt. His second and third shots hit her chest and 
drooled downward toward her flat stomach. She spent a 
second tasting him and then swallowed quickly. She 
liked his taste.

"You taste good too," she said, her lips spermy.

"Ohhh FUCK that felt good," groaned Bob as he stood 
back up straight. Her hand was still on his prick and 
she was looking at it. He felt some ooze and, as it 
came out, watched her tongue dart out and lick it up.

Bob was in love.

But he knew if he let her stay he'd be on top of her 
riding her until he blew a nut in her sweet tight 
pussy. He'd pushed the envelope far enough. He kissed 
her and shooed her out the door.

=======================================

While her interlude with Uncle Bob had been both 
entertaining and educational, Brandy didn't have much 
time left before she'd have to go back to school and 
get her project ready to turn in. She'd have to face 
her father sooner or later, and in a burst of 
affirmative emotion, she decided to do it sooner.

She waited until her father had eaten supper and Bobby 
was involved in his homework. She even asked Bobby what 
kind of homework he had, to make sure he wouldn't be 
coming to ask either her or their father for any help 
with it. Just before she approached her father she 
peeked in on Bobby and saw that he was playing video 
games, instead of doing his homework. Satisfied that 
he'd be busy for a while, she went into the living 
room, where Chuck was reading the paper.

Brandy looked at her father differently this time than 
she had in the past. She looked at him as a man, rather 
than just 'Daddy'. He was pretty handsome, she thought. 
He had a touch of gray at his temples, beneath 
otherwise dark brown hair. His face was smooth, with 
lines in it that creased when he smiled. He smiled a 
lot, and that was one of the things about him she 
liked. He had the start of a little paunch, because the 
only real exercise he got was golf, and he only played 
once a week usually. He looked eminently "normal" to 
Brandy, and she felt a surge of love for this man who 
had defended her and provided for her all these years.

"Daddy?" she started.

He didn't look up from the paper. "Hmmm?"

"Daddy, I need to ask you for a favor... a kind of big 
favor."

Now he looked up. "How much do you need?" he asked. "I 
only have about forty dollars in my billfold, but I can 
go to the bank if you need more for something."

Brandy felt herself blushing a little. "I don't need 
money. But thanks. No, I'm working on a project for 
school. And I need your help with that."

He smiled. "Sweetheart, it's been a long time since I 
went to college. Things have probably changed so much I 
don't know how much help I could be. But I'll try," he 
added.

Brandy felt butterflies in her stomach. "It's not 
that," she said. "I mean you don't have to KNOW 
anything. I just need you to DO something."

Chuck glanced back at his paper, like he wanted to get 
back to it. "Sure, honey, what do you need?"

"Well, it's for Biology. It's a study of comparative 
anatomy, and I've already done some of it, but there's 
one more to do." She was having a hard time actually 
telling him what she wanted.

Chuck shook the paper in an unspoken gesture of 
impatience. Reading the paper each night was one of the 
things he treasured. "Brandy, just tell me what you 
want me to do and I'll do it if I can," he said, his 
voice just slightly grumpy.

It was the moment of truth. She couldn't put it off any 
longer. She blurted "I need to make a mold of your 
penis."

There was silence for what seemed like a year to 
Brandy, but was, in reality, only eight seconds long. 
Chuck stared at her. "A mold of my penis," he said.

"Yes". She sounded like she was about eleven, and had 
just been caught raiding the cookie jar before supper.

"And why do you need this?" he asked, a little dazed.

"To compare to Bobby's and Uncle Bob's. It's for 
Comparative Anatomy... at school." Brandy was helpless 
to say anything else.

"A mold," said Chuck, who was equally helpless to think 
of anything to say in this situation.

"Uh huh," squeaked Brandy. "See I made a mold of Uncle 
Bob's penis, and I made one of Bobby's and they're very 
different. And yours would be the third to compare 
Bobby's too, since he's the youngest and comes from 
both blood lines. Uncle Bob gave me the stuff I use to 
make the molds with, and it's a little messy and I have 
to touch them and everything, but I think it's a good 
project and I think I'll get a good grade for it, and I 
know it's weird and everything, but..." She looked at 
her father with puppy dog eyes.

The paper was forgotten. Well, it wasn't exactly 
forgotten. Chuck still treasured his paper, but now for 
a different reason. It was lying in his lap, and it 
covered up the penis under discussion which, when he 
heard her admit she had handled his brother-in-law's 
and his son's pricks, had begun to get decidedly stiff.

"Well, you're right about it being weird," he said. For 
lack of anything else to say he asked "So how do you go 
about making a mold of a penis?"

Brandy felt better. He hadn't screamed or called her 
names. "Well, I have to make a container for the 
silicone - out of a soda bottle - and then I have to 
arrange things so you can lie down with your... um... 
penis hanging down. Then we take our clothes off and I 
raise the bottle up onto your... penis and then we have 
to wait ten minutes for the stuff to set up."

Chuck hadn't actually been paying complete attention to 
her description. He was trying too hard to think of 
what to say and how to deal with his stiff cock. But he 
heard the words "we take our clothes off", or thought 
he had.

"WE take our clothes off?" he asked automatically.

Brandy flushed again. "Well, yes. I mean you need to be 
hard, and everybody said it helped them to get that way 
if I was naked too."

"I need to be hard," Chuck mumbled. That wasn't going 
to be a challenge.

"Yes," said Brandy. She was feeling better and better 
about his attitude so she gave him some more 
information. "I have to fit a little piece of cardboard 
to your penis and... um balls, and that helps me get 
the mold apart so you can get everything out of it 
without hurting anything. I have to glue that little 
piece of cardboard to the bottom of your penis."

Chuck was imagining his beautiful daughter's fingers 
manipulating his penis and balls. He didn't quite 
understand the cardboard bit, but that didn't matter. 
Chuck hadn't had a woman touch his penis or balls for 
over a year. Actually it was longer than that. His wife 
didn't like to touch him when she was still around. 
Thinking about his daughter touching him, and getting 
to see her ripe body naked had him rock hard. For some 
reason in his mental image of his naked daughter, her 
belly was swelled up with what was obviously a baby. 
She looked fantastic pregnant.

"Daddy?" Brandy prompted.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I guess I should help you honey." He 
didn't want to seem too eager. "When do you want to do 
this?"

"Well, I thought about now. Tonight. While Bobby is 
doing his homework."

"Oh!" He was uncomfortable. He knew, on one level, that 
he was SUPPOSED to be erect for this... project, but on 
another level he didn't want her to see how hard he 
already was. "Well, why don't you go get everything all 
ready and then we'll just get it knocked up... er I 
mean knocked out."

"OK!" she said brightly, her smile dazzling him. "I 
don't want to do it in the dining room though. Could we 
do it in your bedroom?"

Once again, a man heard Brandy say something, and 
interpreted it in a way that wasn't what she meant by 
the words "Could we do it in your bedroom?" Chuck 
almost groaned. "Sure baby," he said weakly.

Brandy scampered off and Chuck stood up, his prick 
making an obvious tent in the front of his slacks. He 
rearranged it so it was pointing up and it was a little 
less obvious. He started toward his bedroom. His first 
thought was to beat off, but he knew if he did he 
wouldn't be able to get it hard again for a while. He 
wondered how this was all going to go.

Chuck was standing in his bedroom uncertainly when 
Brandy hauled two chairs in. She set them by the bed 
and darted out again. She brought back another one and 
positioned it. "I'll go get the stuff" she said, 
excitedly. "Could you get some books? I need them to 
pile up about this high." She held her hands apart 
about eighteen inches and then ran from the room before 
Chuck could ask her anything. He had a shelf of books 
in his room, but most were paperbacks. There was a box 
of old clothes in the closet and he pulled that out. 
Then he went to the kitchen and got the phone book to 
set on top of it. When he got back Brandy was already 
there with tubes and jars of tings he couldn't 
identify. She was cutting a piece of a cereal box with 
scissors.

She peered at the cardboard and nodded. "That's as far 
as I can go until I actually fit it to you," she said. 
"OK... time to get undressed." She reached for the hem 
of the T shirt she was wearing and pulled it upward.

Chuck held his breath as her flat stomach came into 
view. Then he saw the swells that would become her 
breasts an instant later. His jaw dropped as the shirt 
covered her head and her breasts were completely 
exposed to him. Her pale areolas and pink nipples made 
his mouth water. The part of him that wanted to breed 
this woman noticed that her nipples were already stiff 
and long. Then the shirt cleared her head and dropped 
to the floor and her hands went to the snap of her 
jeans.

Chuck felt himself getting light headed and expelled 
his breath in a whoosh, dragging in another lungful as 
he saw his daughter's jeans come unzipped and start to 
slide over her hips. She caught the waistband of her 
dark blue panties and they started down too. 

There it was. Her pussy came into view. She stepped out 
of her jeans and stood up, tall and proud, slender, 
with thrusting breasts and a gentle swelling of her 
hips. She was, to her father, astonishingly beautiful.

"Ohhh baby you're so beautiful," he breathed.

"Thank you Daddy," she dimpled. Getting undressed in 
front of men was not only no longer so strange, it was 
getting to be more and more fun. All the men reacted 
the same way. They were all but paralyzed, and stared 
at her with something in their eyes that made her feel 
like she really was beautiful. She stood expectantly. 
"You have to get undressed too Daddy."

Chuck jerked. "Uh, Brandy, honey, you know about men... 
don't you?" His hands came to cover his crotch.

Brandy thought she knew what was bothering him. "It's 
OK, Daddy. The others did that too. That's why I'm 
supposed to be naked. It helps with keeping the penis 
hard while I mold it."

Chuck gulped and started getting undressed. 

Brandy walked toward him. "I'll help you Daddy." She 
kneeled in front of him and attacked his belt and the 
hook on his slacks. She pulled them down and his briefs 
were exposed, holding his prick up against one side of 
his belly. Chuck stopped taking off his shirt and just 
stared as his daughter pulled on his shorts. She pulled 
them out away from his length, like she knew what she 
was doing.

"Baby?" he croaked. "Have you done this before?" He was 
thinking of her, undressing a man.

"I told you Daddy, I already made a mold of Uncle Bob 
and Bobby," she said. She couldn’t wait to see what was 
under the briefs. She could already tell it was a lot 
different than the last time she'd seen it.

"I mean... are you a virgin?" Chuck gasped. Her 
fingernails were lightly scraping the sensitive skin 
where his pubes started and he involuntarily sucked in 
his gut.

That was one question Brandy hadn't been prepared for 
and she froze. She looked up at her father's face. "Of 
course I am Daddy," she said with just a hint of a 
pout. "I've hardly even kissed very many men." She 
didn't think her father would approve of what Uncle Bob 
had done to her pussy, but surely a finger didn't 
count... or a tongue.

"Ohhhh" sighed Chuck. His cock jerked without it's 
confinement, at the thought that a virgin was about to 
see it.'

Brandy pulled on the briefs and they dragged down, 
hanging up on his buttocks and forcing her to run her 
fingers around his hips. Then they fell free and his 
cock was exposed to Brandy's delighted gaze.

"Ohhh Daddy, it's so much bigger than when I saw it 
last time," she breathed.

"Last time?" said a thoroughly confused father.

"One time I saw you in the bathroom. It was all short 
and wrinkly. I like it a lot better this way." Her 
father too was uncircumcised, and so she knew what to 
expect, though her father's penis had a lot more 
'terrain features' than Bobby's did. It was as big 
around as Uncle Bob's and almost as long as Bobby's. It 
was, in her opinion, a magnificent specimen. Brandy 
reached out to grasp the penis in front of her and she 
stroked it a couple of times, getting the feel of it. 
It never occurred to her that her stroke was practiced, 
and that her father could tell that.

He gritted his teeth. "Brandy, honey, I thought you 
said you never did this before."

Now it was Brandy who was confused. She had just told 
him about the two men whose cocks she had molded. Again 
she looked up at his face. But she didn't let go of the 
warm stiff column in her hand. "I told you Daddy, I did 
this with Uncle Bob and Bobby."

Chuck looked at her hand. "With your hand? Like you're 
doing me?"

Then Brandy got it. She let go quickly. "OH... that. 
Well, it helps to make it hard," she said a little 
unsure of herself. She tried to gloss over the fact 
that she had just partially masturbated her father. 
"OK, now you have to lie down on the chairs, with your 
penis hanging down." She didn't stumble over the word 
this time. She wanted to sound sure of herself.

Chuck moved like a puppet, a little jerkily, but did as 
she instructed. 

Brandy decided to push the envelope a little. "I may 
have to touch it that way again before we apply the 
silicone. It will take me a minute to get it ready and 
I don't want you to go soft."

Chuck just grunted. He was beyond trying to rationalize 
what was happening in his mind. Still, he wasn't 
prepared when he felt her soft hand grasp him and jack 
on him some more.

"Baby, you need to be careful. If you do that too much 
something bad might happen." The last thing Chuck 
wanted to do was spurt in front of his daughter.

"Just don't do it before we have the mold," she said, 
her attention on mixing up the silicone. "And try not 
to do it inside the mold either, OK?"

To Chuck, it was obvious that she knew what he was 
talking about. "That... happened?" he asked.

Brandy realized what she had said, but then felt very 
pleased with herself. Her father's attitude about all 
this was better than she had dreamed of. He seemed to 
be able to take the truth without getting all... 
excited about things. She took a chance.

"Well, with Uncle Bob it was afterwards, while I was 
cleaning him up. But Bobby kind of couldn't control it 
while he was in the mold. I guess it feels warm and 
that makes it difficult to control or something. 
Anyway, it didn't ruin the mold. I had to clean it out, 
but it made a perfect positive copy of him.

"Bob and Bobby... came? While you were there? Chuck 
felt light headed again and he was lying down, which 
made it seem even more intense.

"Yeah, but it was no big deal. All men do that... don't 
they?"

"And you've never done that with anybody else?" asked 
her father.

"Of course not Daddy!" she said. "This is just for the 
project. I never got naked with a man or any of that 
kind of thing before I started this project. I wouldn't 
know what to do if I did! It's kind of hampered my 
dating life at school too."

Chuck started to say something, but Brandy was ready to 
lift the jug of silicone onto his penis. "Keep still 
now Daddy," she ordered. Then she reached out with her 
right hand and jacked on his cock a few more times to 
make sure it was fully hard.

It was like iron in her fingers. Quickly she applied 
the cardboard separator, having to make a few cuts with 
the scissors. Her father's balls were different than 
either Bobby's or her uncles. Chuck's balls were 
swollen and full, tight and round and firm. They didn't 
sag down at all. Then, just to make sure... and because 
it was fun... she gently jacked just the tip, making 
the foreskin peel back and then re-cover the head 
several times. She saw a drip of the nice tasting stuff 
form and begin to drop. She caught it on her fingertip 
and, making sure he wasn't watching, tasted him.

He tasted good too.

She lifted the silicone-filled bottle up and heard her 
father sigh as the warm fluid enveloped his cock. She 
made the nest and got it settled like she wanted it. 
"OK Daddy, no moving for ten minutes. And if you start 
to feel yourself going soft you have to tell me so I 
can do something about it."

"OK" mumbled Chuck. Then, unable to resist, he asked 
"What would you do if I did? Go soft I mean?"

"Well, I'd have to let you look at my... pussy." She 
felt a thrill as she used that naughty word, and saw 
her father jerk. Her hand slapped on his buttocks and 
she grabbed the bottle to make sure it didn't fall. 
"Daddy! You have to stay still."

"How can I stay still when my daughter tells me she's 
going to SHOW ME HER PUSSY!?" whined her father. "I 
almost came in the mold Brandy! You can't say things 
like that to a man in my position!"

"Well, you asked." she said, a little defensively.

"I know I asked, but... this is just too strange." he 
ended.

"Only seven more minutes Daddy, and then it will all be 
over." said Brandy.

"That's the PROBLEM Brandy, I don't WANT it to be over. 
I'm turned on by my own DAUGHTER for pity's sake!"

"Thank you Daddy." said Brandy, feeling her pussy 
pulse.

"You don't MIND?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course not." she said firmly. "I love you and you 
love me and you're handsome and I'm pretty... and 
naked... and I think you're sweet to be turned on by 
me."

"Ohhhhhh" groaned Chuck. It was a sound Brandy had 
heard from a man before.

"Daddy? You didn't... Did you?" she asked.

"No, but I can't promise what will happen when we're 
done." he groaned.

"Well when we're done you can just squirt to your 
heart's content." she said.

"You need to be quiet now Brandy... please." he moaned.

"OK Daddy." She waited patiently. "Would you like me to 
tell you the differences I've already noticed as I 
compared penises?" she asked brightly.

"Maybe later." said her father heavily. "How much 
longer now?"

"Four minutes." she said.

"Where in the world did you GET this idea?" asked 
Chuck.

"I heard about a boy who photographed his grandmother's 
breasts, and then his mother's breasts, and then his 
sister's breasts, and compared them to see if there was 
any noticeable differences that might have something to 
do with diet."

"Really?" asked Chuck, "They let him take pictures of 
their breasts?"

"Yup, and he got an 'A' in the class." said Brandy.

"Why didn't you just take pictures too?" asked Chuck.

"Well, it was Uncle Bob's idea to do the mold." said 
Brandy.

"I just bet it was." growled Chuck. But he didn't say 
any more.

Finally it was time to take the mold off. Again Brandy 
had her model lie on the bed while she carefully slit 
the sides of the soda bottle and peeled the plastic 
away. She didn't joke with her father about holding a 
massive penis, like she had with Bobby, even though he 
was holding it with both hands, the same way as his son 
had. She had more trouble getting the mold to break 
along the cardboard this time, though. When he had 
jerked the entire cardboard had gotten wet with the 
silicone, and it was all over the insides of his 
thighs. She peeled it carefully as he clamped his teeth 
closed while hairs were pulled. But once she got the 
mold pulled apart, her father's penis and balls almost 
fell out. She credited that to the fact that his balls 
were so hard and round when the molding started. She 
touched them with one finger and found they were still 
full and hard.

"I have to clean you up now." she said, standing. He 
started to protest but she ordered him to lie there and 
left. She came back with a warm washcloth and he hissed 
as she started wiping down his cock and balls. 

"I have to do one more thing Daddy." she said 
conversationally. "It's always hard on you guys to do 
this for me, and I appreciate that. So I'll do this for 
you."

Her hand circled his cock and she began masturbating 
him.

Chuck was of two minds. He knew he should tell her to 
stop, but he hadn't cum in the hand of a woman for a 
long long time, and he really needed to feel what he 
knew he'd feel in just a few short minutes.

"Ohhhh baby" he sighed. "That feels fantastic!"

"Thank you Daddy." said Brandy. She changed hands and 
leaned over her father to kiss him. Neither of them 
were prepared for what that kiss turned into as she 
practiced what Uncle Bob had taught her and lost 
herself in her father's lips. Chuck too was lost and 
the combination of her lips on his and her hand on his 
cock unleashed what was making his balls so full and 
hard. His hips lurched up off the bed and his cock let 
go a fountain of cum.

Brandy felt his hips move and his body went rigid. She 
knew what was happening, and broke the kiss just in 
time to see a stream of white go up two feet in the air 
and then arch gently, falling to his chest. She didn't 
ask, or even think. She just moved her mouth to his 
cock and slurped up the five shots he let loose next.

Chuck knew what she was doing, but he was past caring. 
The feel of her warm mouth on his cock sent him to new 
heights and he gave her every drop he had in him.

She sucked on his cock far longer than it took to get 
all his cream out, playing with his balls, which were 
now soft and pliable. Then she stood again, licking her 
lips and stared into her Daddy's eyes. "I have to go 
make the positive mold now." she said.

Something had changed in Chuck. He'd fought his desires 
until he felt her lovingly sucking him, and had 
surrendered at that point, just enjoying the feeling of 
a loving woman doing something she obviously enjoyed. 
It was also obvious she had done this too before, but 
her continued insistence that she had seen only Bob and 
Bobby naked didn't threaten him like he thought it 
would.

"Thank you Baby." he sighed. "I didn't know how much I 
needed that."

"I had fun." said Brandy. "Maybe this mold didn't turn 
out good and I'll have to make another one." she said 
wistfully. She turned to leave. "I'll let you know."



CHAPTER FOUR

Brandy returned to her room. She was feeling what she 
now recognized was horniness. She hadn't wanted to ask 
her father to lick her or put his finger in her, but 
she needed something. As she finished pouring the latex 
into the mold she had just made her gaze fell to the 
two positive molds she already had. She picked up 
Bobby's and admired it's smooth texture. "I bet that 
would feel good going in and out of me." she thought.

Brandy blinked. She'd never thought of having a penis 
inside her... not really.

But why not? Wouldn't it be just as good as Uncle Bob's 
finger?

She went to the bed and lay back on her pillow, legs 
spread. She dipped a finger into her pussy. It was 
slick and wet from sucking her father's cum and 
swallowing it. She reached down with the rubber 
facsimile of her brother's penis and put it between her 
lips, where her finger had just been.

She pulled on it... and froze. 

There was pain.

She remembered Uncle Bob's finger in her, and his care 
to avoid stretching her hymen, and not wanting to cause 
her pain. And it DID hurt. But something told her that 
the pain would go away, and the urge to fill her pussy 
was strong. She pulled harder and the homemade dildo 
slid into her suddenly. It felt like a burning paper 
cut, and she felt full, but her hand had hit her clit, 
causing a delightful streak of pleasure. She felt the 
balls on the model hit the area where the sting was the 
worst and, unthinkingly, rotated the model so the balls 
were on top. The friction in her tight pussy felt good 
too.

When she pulled on it again, the balls mashed her 
clitty and the penis slid even deeper inside her. She 
let out a moan as her clit was massaged by the rubber 
balls and she wiggled the thing in her pussy. The pain 
was easy to ignore now.

This was working out wonderfully.

Within a two minutes she was slamming her brother's 
model in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. She 
hammered her clitty and felt the sweet release of an 
orgasm just around the corner. When it came it was so 
strong she had to let go of the rubber cock and cover 
her mouth with both hands to keep from screaming out 
loud. Her hips gave three rapid jerks up off the bed 
and she had to grab the dildo with one hand to mash her 
clit again as her cum sent warm fuzzies all over her 
body.

She fell limp, her hands at her side, the penis still 
lodged in her pussy, and gasped for air.

It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt.

Before she fell asleep she tucked the first penis she'd 
ever let inside her under her pillow.

The next morning Brandy felt more refreshed and happy 
than she could remember feeling in a long time. This 
sex stuff made one feel great. She realized she had 
left her father's mold untouched all night and was 
afraid it might be hard to get out of the container. 
But when she unwrapped it and pulled the mold apart she 
had no trouble extracting her third creation. She 
examined it closely. It too was perfect. She lay all 
three on her vanity, side by side, the ones from the 
older men first, and Bobby's last. She realized that 
her fathers had a sort of bend in it, going up and to 
the left from the balls. She peered at Bobby's. It too 
had just the hint of a bend in it, also up and to the 
left. Uncle Bob's did not. It was as straight as could 
be. She tried to set them upright, and had to trim the 
flat sections to make them all stand more or less 
straight up. She was surprised to see that Bobby's was 
the tallest. Though he was thinner than the men, he was 
longer. That was interesting. Could that be from diet? 
Her father's was the middle of the two, with Uncle 
Bob's being the shortest, though only by half an inch 
or so. It was the thickest, though. And, of course, it 
looked much different with the head uncovered and all 
the features, that were hidden by the foreskins of the 
other two, clearly visible on his.

She knew what Bobby's felt like inside her, with the 
head covered by the foreskin. She stared at Uncle 
Bob's. Would that feel different? It was much 
different, with high and low spots all along it's 
length. She looked at her clock. She doubted if her 
father and brother were up yet.

Quickly she jumped back in bed, taking all three models 
with her. She rubbed with her fingers until she felt 
that slick moisture flood her pussy. She took Uncle 
Bob's model and pressed it against her pussy mouth. 
There was just a little pain this time, not nearly what 
there had been before. And she could tell that his was 
larger in diameter easily as she felt her tissues 
stretch. But those bumps and hills and valleys were 
also clearly felt. It was a different feeling, better 
in some ways, but not in others. She couldn't go as 
fast with Uncle Bob's, because it was too rough.

But it got her off just fine. She turned it upside down 
too, so the balls would smack her clit every time she 
rammed it in. She had a nice hot orgasm. She thought 
about trying her father's right then, to see what it 
might feel like, but she heard noises in the house and 
decided to wait.

Chuck was about ready to leave for work by the time she 
shuffled into the kitchen, and she couldn't talk about 
his model with Bobby sitting right there eating cereal. 
She got a VERY nice hug and kiss from her Daddy though, 
when he left. 

She visited with some of her old High School friends 
during the day and ran a few errands. She went shopping 
and, on impulse, bought a pair of lacy thin panties, 
the sexy kind that had a triangular panel in the front 
that didn't cover very much, with strings that rode 
high on the hips and turned into a G string in the 
back. They were the first thing she'd ever bought 
herself that were sexy. 

Later, she made supper for 'her men' as she now thought 
about them, and they had a good time chatting about 
nothing in particular over the meal. Both men looked at 
her a lot, and their looks were more than casual 
glances. She was surprised how excited it made her to 
know that men were looking at her in a sexual manner. 
After supper she spent a little time with Bobby, 
helping him with his homework. He kept casting longing 
glances her way, and she had a pretty good idea what 
was going through his head, but she played the part of 
grown up sister and didn't feed his fantasies. 

Then she went into the living room to kiss her Daddy 
good night. She didn't bother with a quick kiss on the 
cheek. She really liked those... real kisses. "Night 
Daddy" she breathed into his mouth, looking into his 
slightly stunned eyes. "Your model came out perfectly. 
I'm sure I'll get a good grade on my project."

"Oh" he said, closing his mouth. "I'm glad."

Brandy went to her room and got naked. Then she lay out 
on her bed and took her Daddy's facsimile, stroking it 
and even sucking on it as she rubbed between her legs, 
getting her pussy ready for it. With a drawn out sigh 
she slid the stiff thing up into her pussy, pulling it 
with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other 
one. There was no pain at all tonight.

It was then that her father opened the door and stepped 
into the room.

"Brandy?" he said, obviously not having seen what she 
was doing yet. "I was wondering if maybe I could see it 
and..."

He stopped dead. Brandy's wide and embarrassed eyes 
connected with his surprised eyes.

"Ohh Daddy! I'm so embarrassed." she whimpered. She 
pulled the cock out of her pussy and there was a wet 
squelching sound. The pink thing glistened in her hand.

Chuck's eyes went to the night stand beside her. There 
were two rubber dicks standing side by side there. One 
was a slim long one that he knew wasn't his. The other 
was of a circumcised penis. It wasn't his either. His 
eyes strayed to the one in her hand... the one she had 
been fucking herself with... 

It was obviously his.

"I'm sorry Daddy, but I couldn't resist. I didn't make 
it for this reason... but I got so horny and tasting 
you just made it worse... and I waited as long as I 
could, but I had to try it." Brandy put the penis she 
was holding on the bed, where he couldn't see it.

Chuck was at a teetering point in his life. He closed 
the door behind him and, in that act, knew that he had 
made a decision that he could never take back. He 
walked toward his daughter, lying naked on the bed.

"It's OK sweetheart." he said softly. "You're a normal 
girl, and you have needs. I don't blame you for 
experimenting to meet those needs." He stood over her. 
"Can I ask you how it felt?"

Brandy looked up at her handsome father. "I don't know. 
I didn't have time to really pay attention to it before 
you came in."

"Do you want to try it again?" he asked.

"With you here?" she asked back.

"I'd like very much to see it." he answered truthfully.

"You would?"

"Very much." he repeated.

Her right hand lifted and he got a clear look at what 
was in it. It really DID look lifelike. He wasn't used 
to seeing his cock from any perspective other than 
looking down at it, but it did look familiar.

"I never did this until last night." she whispered, 
spreading her legs. "But yours was too big to start 
with. I was afraid it would hurt." She brought the tip 
of the pink thing to the gates of her sex and started 
sliding it in. She closed her eyes as she seated it and 
automatically twisted it so the hard tight balls would 
rub her clitty.

"So what did you do?" asked Chuck. His cock was now 
looking exactly like the one in her pussy and he moved 
it in his pants to make it more comfortable.

"I used Bobby's" she whined, beginning to prod her 
pussy with her Daddy's rubber dick. "It hurt at first, 
but then felt better."

"Did you cum?" asked her father, leaning over her to 
watch 'his prick' slide in and out of her sopping 
pussy.

"Yessss" she hissed. "It felt so good Daddy... the best 
I ever felt."

"How does mine feel?" he panted.

"It's bigger... and it stretches me... but it feels 
soooo good Daddy. I just know I 
can cum."

"Baby, would you do something for me?" he gasped, 
unzipping his pants. "Would you do what you did last 
night?"

"Yessss" she hissed again, scooting toward him. She 
reached out and grasped the twin to what was in her 
other hand. But she didn't want to just jack him. She 
pulled and got him close enough to suck him into her 
mouth. Now she had one in her pussy and, oddly, the 
same one in her mouth.

Brandy's brain did some analysis all by itself, without 
her even trying to. The one that was in her mouth was 
hard and warm and soft, with skin that moved. The one 
in her pussy was also hard, but it wasn't warm, and the 
hardness had a spongy feel to it that just wasn't the 
same as the one in her mouth.

"I want to feel this one." she blurted, taking her 
mouth off his prick. "I like this one better." she 
said, jacking him.

Chuck had known he would do this if he got a chance. 
Instead of saying anything he simply undid his pants 
and let them fall. Getting our of his shirt didn't take 
long and suddenly he found himself crawling between his 
little girl's legs as she made a cradle to welcome him. 
Her hand came to his prick... the real one... and she 
guided him to her portal. He didn't hesitate. He slid 
home.

For Brandy, it was a completely different experience 
than using one of the copies. It felt completely 
different in every way possible. It was warmer and it 
felt like it went deeper. But there was more to it than 
that. Having the bulk of her father's body over her, 
pressing her into the bed, and having his weight 
driving his prick deep into her belly added something 
to the experience that she could never ever get with a 
rubber dick.

It was like the difference between cool water... and 
chocolate milk. Both satisfy, but they are so different 
as to be almost incomparable.

Almost instantly they were fucking. Chuck, not having 
done this for several years, lunged into the soft woman 
under him, almost punishing her pussy with repeated 
stabs that shook her whole body and made the bed 
produce creaks and groans.

Brandy found herself in a whirlwind of feelings and 
emotions. She held on for dear life, all the while 
marveling at the sensations her father was producing 
all over her body. His skin touching hers was something 
she noticed. His penis dragging along her clitty was 
something she noticed. The tip of his cock digging into 
something very sensitive and happy at the end of her 
pussy was something she noticed. The feel of her 
nipples scraping across his hairy chest was something 
she noticed. But she noticed all these things at the 
same time and it overwhelmed her to the point that all 
she could do was breathe. Then, like a trash can 
dropped from five feet hits the floor, she came.

Her pussy went through tremors and spasms at the same 
time, clenching and relaxing rapidly. Chuck felt that 
and, knowing he should pull out of his unprotected 
daughter, gave a strangled grunt and pushed... IN. He 
felt streams of spunk fill his daughter’s pussy and 
sobbed with joy, weakly pushing harder to get that 
spunk just as deep in her as he could.

When Brandy felt the warm wet feeling at the tip of her 
father's prick, she knew that it was shooting stuff. 
She had tasted that stuff and loved it. But this 
feeling was even better. Dimly she knew there was some 
risk of pregnancy, but she purely didn't care. She 
wanted this moment to go on forever and she hugged her 
father to her fiercely as they finished together.

They spent ten minutes kissing each other and 
whispering sweet nothings over and over. It was clear 
to both that this had been a very welcome thing in 
their lives. Chuck tried to tell her he was sorry for 
shooting in her, but she wouldn't let him, kissing him 
every time she could tell that was what he was trying 
to say.

"I wish I could stay here with you." he finally said, 
pulling his spent prick out of her pussy. 

"I know" she whispered. "It's OK." She looked at his 
small and wrinkled penis. "I killed it." she said, 
joking.

"It will heal." he said smiling. "When it does..."

"Any time." she said. "I'll do that with you ANY time 
Daddy." Her hand went to her sperm-soaked pussy lips 
and she rubbed them gently. "I like the real thing much 
better." she said.

He grinned and left the room.

================================================

The next morning Chuck and Brandy tried to act like 
nothing had happened, though they glanced at each other 
a lot, and their good morning hug was much longer and 
more intimate than in the past. The only reference 
Chuck made to their torrid lovemaking the night before 
was one question: "Are you sorry it happened?"

Brandy just whispered in his ear "No." and left it at 
that. Both knew it would happen again, and there was a 
certain amount of nervous urgency in their attitudes. 
Both, however, tried to act normal. The urge to mate 
again was tempered by the strangeness of it all for 
both of them.

When breakfast was over Bobby went to his room. Spring 
break had just started for him at his school, and today 
was the first day he had free. He announced that he 
planned on running around with his friends.

Chuck had to go to work, and as soon as Bobby left the 
room he kissed his new lover goodbye.

"Baby I know what happened last night was wrong, but it 
was so fine. I just can't get over it." he whispered 
into her hair as she pressed her ripe body against him.

Brandy was unrepentant. "I don't care if it's wrong or 
not Daddy. I loved it. I can't believe how good you 
made me feel, and I can't wait until we get to do it 
again."

Chuck groaned and shoved his now stiff cock against his 
daughter. "It's going to be a long day." he said, 
cupping her tender breast.

"Then hurry off to work so you can hurry home." said 
Brandy, shoving her pelvis back against him.

Brandy seemed over-full of energy. She spent the 
morning going through all the things she'd packed up 
and left behind when she went to college. She went 
through yearbooks, and posters and old school 
assignments, throwing some stuff out and repacking 
others to save. At one point she turned around and saw 
the three dildos she had made sitting on her night 
stand and couldn't take it any longer. Within minutes 
she was on her bed, her jeans off and her legs spread 
as she tried first one, then another and then the last, 
whining at the pleasure they brought her. She had three 
orgasms before she relaxed. But the orgasms weren't as 
strong as when her father had been hunched over her, 
spewing her pussy full of his rich cream.

She was standing at the stove at noon, making a grilled 
cheese sandwich when Bobby charged back into the house.

"I thought you were going to be gone all day." said 
Brandy, surprised.

"I was," he said. "But all the guys wanted to do was 
hang around the Mall all day and look at girls.

"So... I thought boys liked to look at girls." she 
said.

"Well, it's fine, except that... well... you know. It 
gets... uncomfortable." he said.

Brandy's eyes dropped to his groin, to the lump there. 

Bobby went on. "So I came home."

Brandy felt her pussy pulse. "Too bad we already made 
your model. I imagine you would enjoy making one now." 
she teased.

"Yeah." he said. "I'll get something to eat later. I'm 
going to my room now."

Brandy had a pretty good idea of what he was going to 
do in his room, so she waited long enough to eat her 
sandwich and then stole quietly to his door. It was 
closed this time. She had a flash of an idea and went 
to her room. She picked up Bobby's model and then went 
back to his door. Taking a breath she turned the knob 
and pushed the door open.

She was right. He was laid out on his bed, with his 
magazine open, in the same posture she had seen him in 
before. He was still wearing his shirt, and his hand 
was slicking along his stiff cock. His hand froze when 
the door opened, though, and his agitated gaze went to 
his sister.

"Wha..." he started to yell at her for interrupting 
him, but he stopped when he saw what was in her hand.

"I need to compare them side by side," she said, her 
voice husky. "to make sure it came out right."

Bobby had that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. 
"Oh." he said.

"I didn't mean to bother you. I could come back later." 
said Brandy, starting to turn.

"It's OK I guess." he said. His hand was still wrapped 
firmly around his erection.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." she said 
soothingly, stepping toward him. "I know it's normal 
for boys to... do that."

"Uh... yeah." he agreed.

Brandy found herself standing beside the bed. Bobby was 
still lying on his side, the magazine open to a girl 
whose hair was the same color as Brandy's. Brandy 
picked it up. "We'll just move this for now." she said. 
She reached out and pushed on Bobby's chest, and he 
rolled to his back. Still his prick was gripped tightly 
in his fist.

"I can't see it if you keep it hidden." chided Brandy 
gently.

Bobby's hand flew away from his penis, which was left 
standing proudly, pointing at his head. The tip was 
several inches above his stomach, and it bobbed gently 
up and down before stopping. Brandy held out the copy 
beside it.

"Well, it looks pretty good." she said. "Let's see if 
they feel the same." She gripped the model in one hand 
and then gripped the real McCoy in the other. Bobby 
sighed and closed his eyes.

"They feel pretty much the same." said Brandy. "Except 
yours is warm and harder I think." She skinned her hand 
down and then back up, watching the foreskin thin and 
then magically disappear.

"Uuuuggghhh" groaned Bobby.

"I'm sorry." said Brandy sweetly. "Am I hurting you?"

"NO!" barked Bobby. "Please don't stop."

"Oh... do you like this?" She jacked on his cock 
several more times.

"Ohhhh you have no idea." he panted.

"OK" Brandy said simply. She masturbated him quietly 
for a few seconds. Then she leaned over and kissed her 
brother. Between Uncle Bob and her father, Brandy had 
enough practice with kissing that it was a good kiss. 
Bobby's eyes popped open and then closed again almost 
immediately as he kissed her back. His hips arched and 
he moaned into her mouth.

Then he came.

It went everywhere. Brandy kept jerking him and his 
spurts went wildly in several directions. She knew it 
was happening - could feel it splatting on her hand, 
but kept kissing her brother anyway. Finally she felt 
him softening and broke the kiss.

"Ohhh" she whined. "Now it's going all soft and I can't 
compare them any more. Should I take off my clothes so 
it gets hard again?" she said.

Bobby just stared. He was too overwhelmed by what had 
just happened to speak coherently. He managed a nod.

"Be right back." chirped his sister. "Don't move."

She almost ran from the room, going to the bathroom, 
where she got a washcloth and ran it under the water 
until it was warm. Then she stripped off her clothing, 
leaving it in a pile on the floor and ran back. Bobby 
was still lying there, looking at his spunk splattered 
all over.

Brandy went to him and began cleaning him up. She saved 
his penis till last and looked at him before doing what 
she wanted to do. He was staring at her breasts as she 
bent over him. "The washcloth is all messy." she said. 
"I'll just do it this way."

With that she bent over and lifted his lifeless prick 
with two fingers. Then she sucked it into her mouth.

It didn't stay lifeless for long. Bobby actually 
squealed as he felt his sister's warm mouth envelop his 
cock. Then she sucked and sort of chewed on it as she 
gathered up the traces of his cum and got them ready to 
swallow. She pulled her mouth off his now clean rod and 
swallowed.

"You taste yummy... just in case you wanted to know." 
she said, conversationally. She was having fun making 
her brother speechless.

"I couldn't believe you did that the other day. I can't 
believe you did that now!" he whispered.

"Do I need to do it again? Would you believe it then?" 
asked Brandy Her hand grasped him again. He was about 
half hard. She played with it a little, examining the 
organ critically. It was very different feeling when it 
wasn't stiff. Her pussy itched. "Bobby?" she said.

"Huh?" he was still dazed.

"Have you ever... used your mouth? To make a girl feel 
good I mean?" She stared into her brother’s eyes. He 
had thought he couldn't be shocked any more. He was 
wrong.

"I've never done ANYTHING to make a girl feel good." he 
blurted.

"My pussy is all itchy. Would you be a good brother and 
make me feel good?" she asked.

Bobby was frozen for two or three heartbeats. Then, as 
events soaked into his brain, and he realized it wasn't 
a dream, and his sister wasn't teasing him, he exploded 
into action. He lurched up and to his knees, moving to 
make room for her on the bed. She had no more than lain 
down than he was diving between her legs, his mouth 
eager to taste his first woman. When she bared her 
swollen pussy to him he stopped for another few 
heartbeats and just stared at the first real live pussy 
he had ever seen... close up anyway.

Before, when they were making the mold, all Bobby could 
see was her pussy lips, nestled under the mat of light 
fur she had. Now, however, her pussy lips were gaping 
open and he could see the hole he had dreamed about and 
jacked off to many times. Her lips were pale at the 
base, but got thicker and darker as they went out from 
her body. He sniffed and decided she smelled wonderful. 
One of her long slim fingers slid down between those 
open pussy lips and her fingertip rested on a bump at 
the top of her slit. He would have missed it if she 
hadn't pointed it out.

"Lick and suck me right there." she sighed.

Bobby dove into her pussy like a man who has spent 
three days without water in the Sahara and has stumbled 
upon a water fountain. She tasted fabulous, tart and 
something different he couldn't describe. She felt 
fabulous too. She was slippery and his face rubbed 
around her sex easily. He lapped and licked and sucked 
as she told him what a fantastic job he was doing and 
urged him not to stop.

Brandy felt an orgasm coming on her and she grabbed his 
hair, pulling his face harder into her pussy. "Ohhh 
Bobby, it's going to happen for me baby... I'm gonna 
cum Bobby... Ohhh you're licking me so gooood." Her 
hips lurched up, shoving her pussy into his face as 
Bobby felt his cock begin to leak again. When he was 
particularly horny he had the resilience of youth, and 
could cum quite often within ten minutes of his last 
ejaculation.

He was trying to stick his tongue as far up in that 
mysterious hole as he could when she cooed "I used your 
model bobby. I put it in my pussy. I lost my virginity 
to your rubber dick Bobby. It felt sooo goood." she 
panted.

Bobby had regained some of his machismo while eating 
out his sister's pussy. He had made the infinitesimal 
adjustment needed to accept what was happening to him 
as something real... something he could enjoy... 
something that wasn't going to evaporate into thin air.

He raised his head. "I bet the real one would feel even 
better." he said hopefully.

Brandy raised her head off the pillow. "Do you want to 
put it in me Bobby? Do you want to stick your big, 
hard, nasty cock up in your sister?"

In answer Bobby crawled up her body. He didn't know 
what to do exactly, but she solved that problem by 
grasping his rampant prick again in her hand. She knew 
where to put it and, as soon as he felt warmth 
surrounding the tip of his cock, Bobby gave a 
convulsive lurch and buried his boner in his sister's 
soft pussy.

"OHHHH YEEESSSSSSS" she groaned, feeling his longer 
penis penetrate her deep. It was what she needed for 
that orgasm that had been so close to burst over her 
like a landslide.

Bobby went crazy as his cock was enveloped by hot 
pussy. He lurched and slammed and writhed on top of his 
sister, crushing her into the bed under him as he tried 
to shove his cock as deep as he could. Then, without 
warning, he felt his balls burst and he flooded her 
with his teenaged sperm. the stream shot out of his 
cock in the end of her channel and had nowhere to go 
but through her cervix and into her womb, where it 
puddled as that organ accepted the liquid offering.

Bobby felt so good he cried. Tears ran down his face as 
he thrust over and over again, his prick sending more 
of his seed into the willing woman under him. He panted 
"Thank you... OH Thank you!" over and over again as his 
lust consumed him, leaving him so weak he collapsed on 
top of Brandy.

Brandy had worked through her own orgasm, made more 
intensive by the feel of her brother's streams of spunk 
soaking her belly. She welcomed his weight and crushed 
him to her in a fierce hug. When she had trouble 
breathing she pushed and rolled, moaning when his dick 
slipped out of her, and rolling half on top of him. Her 
lips sought his in a lover's kiss and she tasted 
herself for the first time on his still-wet lips.

They did nothing but kiss and cuddle for twenty 
minutes.

"That was fantastic" Bobby finally breathed. "I can't 
believe we did that."

"I loved it too." said Brandy, enjoying the heavy feel 
of his semen in her body. "But you're leaking out of me 
like you leaked out of the mold. I'd better go get 
cleaned up or your bed will be a mess."

"I don't want you to go." he said impetuously. "I want 
to do it again."

"We will." she said, kissing him. "We'll do it a lot."

"What about Dad?" asked Bobby.

"Don't worry about Daddy." said Brandy. She didn't 
think Bobby would be as OK with the idea that their 
father was fucking her too. "He sleeps hard. You just 
behave yourself until he goes to bed and then I'll come 
see you." She kissed him again, lingeringly. "Besides, 
we have all afternoon before he gets home."

Bobby took her words to heart. After she got cleaned up 
he cleaned himself up too and they decided to go for 
ice cream. He got so turned on watching her lick her 
ice cream cone that they went home and he nailed her to 
the bed again, producing another cupful of his potent 
spend and injecting it deep in her welcoming body. 

As they lay in each other's arms afterwards, Bobby's 
dick still inside her to keep from making a mess, he 
asked, "Aren't you worried about getting pregnant? 
You're not on the pill are you?"

Brandy sighed. "No. But I can't help it. I just love 
feeling you in me. Maybe it will be OK. I only have a 
few more days before I have to go back to school. 
Surely you can't get pregnant in only a few days. I 
know people who try to get pregnant for months and 
months and still have trouble."

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but it's exciting to cum 
and think that I might be making a little baby inside 
you." Bobby ground his cock into her mons. "In fact I 
think I'm getting hard again just thinking about it."

"Good" said Brandy, ready to go again. "Let's have as 
much fun as we can while we can have it."

And so they went again. Their lovemaking wasn't quite 
so reckless and frantic, and Bobby actually paid 
attention to what his partner was doing. He found that 
if he moved just so, Brandy got excited and wiggled a 
lot. So he concentrated on doing that and watched in 
awe as he brought her to orgasm. Seeing her face go 
through the convulsions of her cum made his heart burst 
with love for this woman who had made him a man. When 
his time came he asked "I'm ready Brandy, can I cum in 
you again?"

"Oh yes, little brother, fill me up." she moaned.

He did.

When they calmed down from this go-round, Brandy stood 
up, her brother's semen running down her thighs. "We 
have to be good now. Daddy will be home soon."

"But you'll come see me tonight?" he asked hopefully.

"I'll come see you tonight." she confirmed.

It really was late in the day, so Brandy simply wiped 
off her thighs with the washcloth they had used over 
and over that afternoon, and slipped on her new 
panties. She wanted her Daddy to see them later. Then 
she rummaged around in her closet and found a skirt 
that she had worn in High School and put that on, with 
a colorful T shirt and, of course, no bra. She then set 
about whipping up something for supper.




CHAPTER FIVE

Chuck got home just as his daughter was turning down 
the stove to keep the food warm. He gazed at her, 
noticing that she had dressed up for him. "I'm home!" 
he announced. When she turned around to smile and hug 
him her breasts were prominent, the nipples pushing out 
through the T shirt. "You look delicious." he said, 
taking her into his arms.

"Thank you Daddy." she said, kissing him. "Supper is 
ready and it's hot."

"You're what's hot." he said. "I want you."

"Now Daddy, behave. Bobby's in his room." She teased 
him by grinding her pussy against his erection. He'd 
thought about her all day, and had been stiff for most 
of it.

"Come out in the garage." he whispered, pulling her by 
her hand.

When they got there he closed the door and pushed her 
against the hood of the car, which was still warm from 
the drive home. He kissed her hungrily, sliding his 
hands up under her shirt to fondle her breasts, and 
squeezing the nipples.

"Oh baby let me put it you." he gasped. His hands went 
to her skirt and lifted it up to cup her buns. 

He felt only naked skin. "No pantiessss" he hissed.

Brandy pushed him away and lifted the front of her 
skirt. "No, just new ones... sexy ones. Do you like 
them?"

chuck gazed at the thin cloth that covered her pussy 
lips and growled. "I'd like them a lot more if they 
were on the floor."'

Brandy giggled and dug her thumbs into the strings that 
went up over her hips. She took the panties off and 
held them out, dropping them to the cement floor. Then 
flashed her father again. 

Chuck made a low sound in his throat and fumbled to get 
his stiff cock out of his zipper. Then, afraid the 
zipper might scratch her, he unbuckled his slacks and 
dropped them. Again he pressed her against the car and 
lifted her up as she spread her legs. She held on to 
him as he reached for his cock and nosed it into her 
pussy mouth. Then she slid down the fender and onto his 
prong.

"Ohhh baby you're as hot as a furnace" groaned Chuck as 
his cock slid through Bobby's lingering cum. Then they 
kissed as he rutted until he blew his nut up in his 
daughter's pussy.

Brandy pretended to pout. "You came too fast Daddy. I 
didn't get my special feeling."

Chuck panted an apology. "I'm sorry baby. I promise 
I'll get you off later, OK Baby?"

"You'd better." she said. "Now, let's get to supper 
before Bobby catches us."

They rearranged themselves, but Brandy didn't put on 
the panties again. Instead she ran to her room and 
threw them on the bed. Then she stopped at Bobby's room 
and told him supper was ready. He surged up off the 
bed, ever the hungry teen. He caught up his sister in a 
hug and reached his hand under the skirt to rub her 
pussy. His hand met wet pussy and he pulled it out, 
glistening with cum.
"You're still leaking!" he whispered.

"Oops" she said. She stopped off in the bathroom while 
her brother went on to the kitchen.

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After supper, because Bobby didn't have any homework, 
they watched a movie together. There was no opportunity 
for either horny man to donate even more baby batter to 
their newly created sperm bank. Both men were a little 
on edge as a result. Brandy ignored them both. She was 
quite certain that her itch would get scratched 
tonight, and she could be patient and wait.

Chuck broke first. "Brandy, honey, I need to talk to 
you about school, and your plans for what you're going 
to do after school. Let's not bother Bobby with it, 
though. Why don't we go to my bedroom so Bobby can 
finish the movie while we talk."

Brandy had to stifle a giggle as her father pulled her 
up and toward his room. She turned to Bobby and mouthed 
"See you later." and winked. He smiled and then moved 
his attention back to the movie.

Chuck was so excited that he was dribbling cum by the 
time he got his pants off. Brandy, wanting to try 
something different, lay back on his bed and pulled her 
shirt up, but not off. Then she flipped her skirt up, 
baring her pussy. She held her arms out to her naked 
father, who gasped at the erotic sight of his little 
girl, splayed out before him, still half dressed. He 
dove for the bed and panted as he got his cock into her 
hot slippery pussy.

"You promised Daddy." she said.

"Ohhhh yeah." he groaned. Chuck was still reveling in 
having a woman who wanted him sexually. It reminded him 
of he and his wife's first years, when she was hot to 
trot, until that cult got a hold on her mind and she 
went frigid. "OK, honey. What do you like?" He thrust 
into her rapidly. "How about that?" he gasped.

"That's good, but can you go in and stay there?" she 
asked. He did and she instructed him to wiggle his hips 
back and forth. His pubic bone mashed her sensitive 
clitty in the process and she whined "YYEEAAAHHhhhhhhh 
that's the place."

Chuck, like his son had earlier, began to watch Brandy 
as he pleasured her, and he took great satisfaction as 
her eyes signaled that he was doing exactly the right 
thing.

"I'm gonna cum Daddy..." she groaned. "I'm gonna cum 
all over your hard prick Daddy." She got an extra 
thrill from saying the word that would have gotten her 
slapped only a year or two ago. "You're making my pussy 
feel sooo good."

"Yeah Baby." he huffed. "Cum on Daddy's prick. Daddy's 
gonna fill you up baby. OHHHH I know I shouldn't cum in 
you Brandy, but I... can't... help... 
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!"

Brandy just barely got her cookies as her Daddy's bone 
jumped in her well-fucked pussy and she felt that 
lovely hot flow of liquid love flushing into her. She 
thought about what Bobby had said, about the 
possibility of pregnancy. A rush of heat washed through 
her at the thought that her Daddy might be making her 
pregnant. If she had anybody's baby she suddenly wanted 
it to be her Daddy's. 

It ripped out of her lips. "Ohhhh Daddeeee, make a baby 
in me Daddeeeee." she whined.

Chuck jerked in surprise and gleefully powered another 
spurt into his little girl. She welcomed his sperm! 
Even to the point of wanting to carry his child! Chuck 
groaned again and did his very best to grant her wish.

They lay sated together on the bed, father half lying 
on top of daughter. "Did you mean it honey?" he 
whispered.

"Ohhhh yes." she whispered back. "I want to give you a 
baby that I can raise and love and you can play with 
and teach and love too."

"Oh sweetheart, my heart is about to burst!" sighed her 
father. "Ever since you were little you were the apple 
of my eye, always making me feel good. And now you've 
taken your mother's place, the place she abandoned for 
that cult. Baby you can live with me your whole life if 
you want too and I'll take care of you and our babies."

Brandy was in way over her head now. In only a week she 
had gone from virgin to lover of three men and she 
wanted to have ALL their babies. The maternal streak 
that was missing from her mother had doubled up in her. 
She kissed her father and told him to sleep tight, and 
then slipped out of the room. She only went twenty 
feet, and slipped into another door... her brother's 
door.

He was waiting, his prick standing tall and strong and, 
again,she tried something different this time. She told 
him to lie on his back and she lowered her dripping 
pussy down onto him, feeling his longer prick dig 
deeper inside her than any other. She rode him as he 
cupped and played with her breasts. She had no trouble 
reaching an orgasm this way, because she was in charge 
and could move just the way that made her clitty zing. 

And, when he was ready to shoot, she leaned down and 
invited her brother to knock her up too. He went 
spastic, his prick becoming a fountain of sperm as her 
over-soaked box tried to soak up even more of the 
precious fluid she now craved. She left him lying limp 
too, and, her fingers sealing her sex closed, crawled 
in her bed, leaving every drop that was in her body 
still there.

Brandy slept late the next day. She was worn out after 
ten or fifteen orgasms and her wild sexual rampage of 
the day before. Her father looked in on her as she 
slept peacefully and he smiled. Her room smelled like 
sex. He just assumed it was all his spunk he was 
smelling.

Bobby also poked his head into her room, whispering her 
name, hoping she'd wake up and throw back the covers to 
let him mount her again. but she was too deep in her 
dreams... dreams of a swollen abdomen with a strong, 
kicking baby inside.

When she woke up the house was empty. She knew if she 
stayed there she'd end up flat on her back with Bobby 
hunched over her and, as much as she'd have liked that, 
she wanted to go see her Uncle. She had used his prick 
in her pussy too and all the others had felt so much 
better when it was the real deal. And it was his idea 
that had made her sexual life unwrap like a birthday 
present. She put all three models in a bag, put on her 
special panties, jeans and a sweatshirt, and skipped 
out of the house to go see her Uncle.

He was working, and she had to wait to see him. The 
dental assistant stared at her so much that she sought 
out a mirror and looked in it to see what was wrong. 
She had no idea that her look was that of a well-
fucked, intensely loved woman who had passion bubbling 
beneath the surface like molten magma, ready to burst 
forth. And other women could see it there... could 
sense the competition in this young woman who just 
screamed "FUCK ME" with the way she looked.

The dental assistant, who on more than one occasion had 
gone to lunch with her boss, those lunches held at his 
house... in his bedroom, sidled up to her boss and 
whispered in his ear. "There's a girl out there asking 
for you. She's not a customer and she doesn't look like 
your type."

Bob heard the jealousy in the assistant's voice and 
looked out through a set of saloon doors.

"That's my niece." he said, as if that settled the 
issue.

"Well, niece or not, look out for her. She's on the 
prowl." muttered the assistant, going back to her work.

Bob stuck his head out in the hall. "Hi Sweets. What's 
up?"

Brandy smiled. "I just wanted to show you how your idea 
panned out." she said. "And arrange to pay off the bet 
I lost." she added.

Bob smiled and told her to wait twenty minutes and he'd 
take lunch.

Brandy sat in the waiting room, leafing through various 
magazines as patients came and went. Every woman who 
saw her suffered the same narrowed eyes and grimness of 
mouth that comes from one woman identifying competition 
in another one. Brandy, completely unknowing, just sat 
and read.

When Bob came out he hung up his smock and told Brandy 
they could leave.

"How long is your lunch?" asked Brandy.

"How long does it need to be?" asked Bob.

"Well, I don't know for sure. Could you take two 
hours?" she asked, clutching her bag.

Bob looked at a schedule and spoke to several of his 
employees, giving them instructions on what to do for 
various patients who were due in during the time he'd 
be gone. 

Bob opened the door for Brandy and she slid into his 
restored 1967 Shelby Cobra. He merged into traffic with 
a surge of muted horsepower and Brandy was pressed back 
into her seat. She clutched the bag with the models 
she'd made in her lap.

"So... where do you want to go for lunch?" he asked.

Brandy looked at him. "I'm not all that hungry." she 
said. "Let's just go to your house."

Bob looked back briefly. He too noticed the sultry look 
of the girl, and remembered his jealous assistant's 
evaluation of this sexy young woman. She looked so good 
sitting in the interior of the car, like she belonged 
there... like she was his woman. Bob had to wonder why 
he didn't have a regular girlfriend who looked that 
good. 

"OK then," he said. "What's up?"

"I got the models all finished and I wanted to show 
them to you." she said, crinkling the bag.

"Oh." he said. "So Chuck and Bobby cooperated?"

"I guess you could say that." Brandy giggled.

She didn't elaborate on that, and Bob didn't press her. 
She obviously wanted something. He just drove home.

When they got inside she turned and crushed her body to 
his, giving him an ardent kiss. He stiffened in his 
pants and returned the kiss happily. When they finally 
broke apart she said "I wanted to thank you. Everything 
turned out well. Much better than I had thought."

He herded her into the kitchen and she dumped the 
rubber dicks out of the bag onto the table. Bob picked 
up his, and one other that was longer and slimmer than 
the other one. He felt odd, handling something male 
that looked so lifelike. "They're amazing. You did a 
really good job Brandy."

She smiled a brilliant smile. "They're so... real 
looking. It was a really good idea Uncle Bob. Thank 
you." she said.

"Well, you're welcome. So did you bring the hundred 
dollars?" He was kidding, but he had to needle her a 
little. "I told you they'd go for it."

"Oh they went for it all right." she said. "It made me 
horny to make them. Hornier than I've ever been Uncle 
Bob." She didn't smile now. "I got so horny I... 
experimented."

Bob felt his prick arrive at complete erection. "With 
one of these?" he asked.

"With all of them," said Brandy softly.

There was a moment of silence as Bob thought about what 
that meant... where the things in his hands had been... 
where the copy of his dick had been. 

She went on. "And then... I had to compare the 
models... to the real thing. I had to make sure they 
were exact copies. I didn't do that with yours though, 
Uncle Bob. I need to do that with yours too." She took 
his copy in her hand.

"I can live with that," he said, undoing his pants. He 
didn't stop there, but took off all his clothes. He was 
sticking straight out. Brandy was staring at him. 
"Compare away." he said, putting his hands on his hips.

Brandy got on her knees in front of him, and held up 
the copy of what was inches from her face, 

"Perfect," she said.

She gripped it with one hand and then gripped him with 
the other. "I did this too," she said. She jacked on 
him slowly "to see if they felt alike.". She leaned 
forward and put her mouth over the plumb sized head of 
his prick and sucked gently. Pulling off she said "And 
I did that too."

"To all of them?" he croaked.

"Uh huh," she affirmed.

She stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt, baring 
her breasts. "And I was too horny to stop at that Uncle 
Bob. Do you know why?" She unbuttoned her jeans and 
slid them down, stepping out of them and standing in 
front of him in only her new panties. She watched as 
his eyes devoured her, including the panties.

"I compared them in all those ways. It was a part of 
comparing them that I hadn't planned on. But the things 
you did with me... Uncle Bob... they made me horny. 
It's all your fault Uncle Bob. You made me horny. I 
needed... more."

"Did you get more?" he asked, pulling her to him.

"Yes," she said, grinding her pussy against his 
erection.

"Did you get enough?" He ground back.

"No," she said, lifting her lips for another kiss.

Their hands were all over each other, caressing, 
probing, feeling, sliding.

She pushed him back, panting. "I think we need to do 
the last comparison in your bedroom."

"I fully agree," he said back.

They all but ran to the bedroom and she flopped down on 
the bed. He crawled up after her and reached for the 
panties, pulling them slowly down and kissing her 
abdomen, then her fluffy hair. He couldn't get to her 
pussy lips until she jerked one leg out of the g-
string. He left it hanging on one ankle and dove in to 
slurp and suck at the pussy he now knew he was going to 
get to fuck.

Bob got a lot more sex than Chuck and Bobby, naturally, 
so he wasn't quite so inflamed as they had been. He 
took the time to get his beautiful niece off three 
times before he slid his aching boner into her sweet, 
hot, and very tight box. She was very appreciative, and 
her enthusiasm brought him to his own critical point 
quickly once he was in her.

"Oh baby I want to cum up in you," he groaned, assuming 
he'd have to pull out.

"Mmmmm I want to feel you spurting in me." she said, 
kissing his chin.

"Did they cum in you?" he moaned.

"Yes," she said. "They came in me a lot."

"What if you get pregnant?" he asked, trying to hold 
off.

"I hope I do." she whispered.

Bob gave an agonized groan and planted his seed in his 
niece's womb, giving her just as much as either of the 
others had. Her legs wrapped around him and she whined 
about how wonderful it felt to feel each spurt, and 
that she loved him.

They lay together, holding each other and talking.

"Why would you want to get pregnant, sweety?" he asked.

"A week ago I was a virgin, and didn't know what I was 
missing. I love doing this... at least with you three. 
And I love all three of you. Now I can't think of 
anything I'd rather do that make babies with you."

"All of us?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.

"Well, I don't actually care which one of you wins that 
race. I just like running it," she said.

"You could do that on the pill, baby," he said.

"I couldn't have your beautiful little baby if I did 
that," she said with some finality.

Their talk had made Bob ready to go again, and he gave 
her two more orgasms before he dumped another helping 
of his thick, rich spunk into her heaving loins. 
Then they got up and fixed something to eat.

===

Brandy only had two more days at home on Spring Break. 
By the time she was driving back to Norman she felt 
like she had spent at least half of each day flat on 
her back, naked, with a horny man rutting between her 
legs. Not that she had objected. If anything she was 
unhappy she was going back to school. She had her 
project in the car with her, but now she didn't know if 
she wanted to turn it in or not. 

She'd have to talk to the professor and make sure he'd 
give them back to her in a timely manner. She wasn't 
going to be able to do without them for long. She 
wasn't planning on letting any of the men at school do 
what her three lovers had done. That was to be saved 
for them. She could easily drive back home on the 
weekends, and the models would just have to suffice 
during the week.

Her father and Brother still didn't know about each 
other, or about Uncle Bob. And Uncle Bob knew that, and 
had promised not to blow her cover. Her plan was 
simple. If she kept having periods, she'd go back home 
as often as she could afford to. If she missed a 
period... well they had a good clinic at the university 
where she could get prenatal care. If that happened, 
she'd wait and go back home when her condition was... 
obvious. 

Which is exactly what happened. She missed the next 
period she was due for when she got back in school. And 
she missed the one after that. She waited as long as 
she could, but the end of the semester got there sooner 
than she would have wished. She called her father and 
asked if she could come back home for the summer, so 
she wouldn't have to rent someplace to live when the 
dorm closed. She had special permission to live in the 
dorm until June because she worked in the registrar's 
office, and they had a lot of work at the end of 
school. She told her father she'd get a job there in 
Shawnee so she could begin saving some money. 

And of course the thought of having her there at 
home... and available... made her father jump at the 
chance. 

She felt just a little guilty about showing up without 
any warning as to her altered appearance. By the time 
her job in the registrar's office was done and she had 
packed up the car, she was, more or less, four months 
pregnant. She could still wear her jeans, though those 
days were numbered, and probably by what she could 
count on both hands. 

But there was an obvious swell under her T shirt that 
announced to the world that this long haired girl had 
spread her legs for somebody. Her breasts had enlarged 
only a little, maybe one cup size. All in all she was 
the picture of a healthy young woman who was in the 
process of ensuring that the human race would survive. 
She drove most of the way home with one hand on the 
wheel, and the other on her belly.

Brandy just happened to arrive home when her father and 
brother were out together shopping for food and party 
materials for her welcome home party. Both men had been 
very excited about her coming home, and for the same 
reason, though neither knew it.

And so, when they drove up and saw her on the porch, 
partially obscured from view by the porch rail, they 
were ecstatic to see her. All the goodies in the back 
of the car were forgotten as Chuck and Bobby raced to 
be the first to hug the beautiful woman standing on the 
porch.

They were neck and neck in their race, when there 
appeared, in the front lawn, two sets of skid marks as 
both men slid to a stop. Brandy had stepped to the top 
of the porch stairs and was standing in profile, hands 
behind her back.

That she was pregnant was obvious. That she was 
gorgeous registered with both men. And the same thought 
went through each man's mind. "I knocked her fucking 
up!"

Culturally, pregnancy is different in many ways from 
one world population to another. There are different 
rituals to observe when a woman is pregnant, and 
different forms of dress. There are different foods 
that are eaten, both to celebrate and to nourish the 
baby. Women are expected to act in different ways, some 
working until the baby forces its way out of the womb 
in the fields, and others lying abed for months. There 
are lots of differences about pregnant women between 
cultures.

But there is one thing that is common to every place in 
the world, concerning pregnancy. The man who assumes he 
has made a woman pregnant becomes an Alpha Male. True, 
there are differences in how this is manifested, but 
the fact is that the man who knocks a woman up is 
proud, by and large. He has, after all, proved he is a 
man. And part of the Alpha Male's job is to protect the 
pregnant woman and defend against any males who want to 
take her for their own. And she is desirable to other 
men. After all, she has just proved that she is fertile 
and can bear children.

So the natural reaction in both Chuck and Bobby was to 
claim Brandy as "his woman". Another reaction was that 
both, seeing the fruits of their efforts four months 
back, developed erections to re-create the original 
activity that swelled "his woman's" belly in the first 
place.

All that took place on a level that was unconscious. It 
was instinct of a sort. What took place on the 
cognitive level was also similar.

For Bobby, he had fucked his sister and was about to be 
caught by his father.

For Chuck, he had fucked his daughter and was about to 
be exposed to the whole fucking world.

And both felt pangs that they had, quite possibly, 
ruined Brandy's life.

As one... as if they'd practiced it for hours... two 
Alpha Male voices, deep and commanding, produced the 
same five words directed at the woman on the porch.

"Oh Brandy, I'm so sorry."

There was the tinkle of laughter from... the woman. She 
also was working on some instinct that helped her know 
that they'd feel bad, at first anyway.

"Come here you two. We have a few things to talk 
about."

There were TWO deer in the headlights, and both had 
antlers. The Alpha Male's heads swiveled and they 
looked at each other. What was... the woman... talking 
about?

Brandy had brought some chairs out on the porch. It was 
such a beautiful day she wanted to sit out. She pointed 
to chairs and, when they'd seated themselves, she 
dropped her little bomb.

"When I made the models for my project - I did get an 
'A' on it, by the way - I had sex with each of you. 
Uncle Bob too. Nobody forced me and, in fact, I'd have 
to say I asked for it."

Two Alpha Males mouths were flapping as they realized 
their territory had been violated and they didn't even 
know it.

Brandy went on. "One of you, and I don't know which, is 
the father of my baby. I love my baby already. I love 
all of you. I don't care whose baby it is. And when 
it's time I want to have another baby... and another 
after that. I know this is strange for you, but I love 
you all, and I don't want there to be any disruption in 
our lives."

Bobby blurted out "But I start college next fall. I 
won't even BE here!"

"That's fine" said Brandy. "I'm going to try to be a 
mostly full time mother. Some of that depends on Daddy, 
and whether I can live with him. Uncle Bob is another 
possibility for that if you can't deal with this, 
Daddy." She had been facing Bobby, but turned to her 
father at the last. Now she looked back at Bobby. "But 
at some point in the future, if you haven't gotten 
yourself a girlfriend or wife or whatever, and you want 
a child, I'll have one for you."

Chuck was still staring at her swollen belly.

"Daddy?" said Brandy.

Chuck looked up and said "I love you baby. I don't care 
whose it is. I love you and you can live with me as 
long as you want. I'm gonna be a Grandpa?!"

Brandy giggled. "Well either that or a Daddy again. I 
suppose Grandpa might be easier to work with. If it's 
important we could do a DNA test to find out who the 
actual father is. It just depends on what you guys want 
to do."

"What do YOU want to do, Brandy?" asked her father.

"I want to raise babies and love them and love the 
three of you." she said.

"But that's not the way the world works." said Chuck 
sadly.

"I don't see why not." said Brandy. "There are lots of 
single moms in the world. Sometimes they know who the 
father of their child is and sometimes they don't. 
Nobody around here is going to ask or even care who the 
father of my baby is."

"What do we do about... um... sleeping arrangements?" 
asked Bobby. His father's head snapped toward him. It 
was odd to hear his son asking about how he would be 
able to sleep with his sister. Then he relaxed. He was 
planning on sleeping with his daughter, so why should 
he think Bobby was off base.

Brandy smiled. "I have a room. You two have a room. 
There are plenty of beds."

"You know what I mean." grumbled Bobby.

"We can work out a schedule." said Brandy. "Neither of 
you is going to get me in bed as often as you did the 
last time I was here. I could hardly walk when I got 
back to school." She grinned to soften the jab. "But 
you'll both have ample time to show me how much you 
wish this baby is yours. You have to agree to include 
Uncle Bob too. I love him too, remember."

Had the decision been something along the lines that an 
Alpha Male would be well equipped to deal with, they'd 
have been fine. Say, for instance, if the situation had 
called for a fight to the death over the woman, they 
would have been perfectly capable of making a decision 
and taking action... either fight... or flight.

But sharing the woman just didn't flow along Alpha Male 
lines of thought. So, what each concentrated on was 
that he was being invited to have sex with the woman 
more or less as often as he wanted, within reason, of 
course, as long as he allowed the woman to have sex 
with two others in the tribe.

"OK" said Bobby.

"Whatever you say sweety." said her father.

And they all went into the house to start their new 
life together.

EPILOGUE:

There was one thing that the men in Brandy's life 
didn't think of. They cannot be blamed for this, as 
none of them had ever been in the situation they found 
themselves in over the next five months. While Brandy 
had warned them that their ardor, or at least the 
frequency of their ardor would have to be controlled, 
none of them thought about the ardor of the pregnant 
woman in the mix.

Brandy had been without sex, not counting the frequent 
and extended use of her three rubber dicks, for four 
months. And, as her body bloomed along with the baby 
growing inside of her, she craved sex even more.

As it turned out, it was a good thing there WERE three 
men in her life. It took all three of them to keep her 
satisfied. Bob became a frequent visitor for what they 
laughingly called sleepovers. His assigned bed was 
Brandy's. That worked out well because while Brandy was 
wearing out her father, and then Bobby, Uncle Bob could 
cat nap so that, when it was his turn, he was fresh and 
could bat... cleanup, so to speak.

And when a bouncing baby boy was delivered, while three 
nervous men paced in the waiting room, the mother 
answered "Yes" when the doctor asked if blood should be 
drawn for a DNA test. She later provided hair samples 
for that blood to be compared to.

Brandy was sitting on the porch in a rocking chair 
nursing baby Richard when the mailman approached with a 
registered letter. She didn't bother to cover her 
breast. Richard was a lusty hungry baby who had 
conniptions if he was pulled from the nipple before he 
was ready. She smiled at the young mailman, whose eyes 
were large as he asked for her signature.

She tore the letter open and scanned the results of the 
DNA test, performed at her request and compared to hair 
samples provided by the customer. The test results 
confirmed that the DNA of the blood sample matched hair 
sample number two. Only the customer knew whose hair 
sample number two belonged to.

Brandy smiled and shifted Richard to the other nipple. 
The mailman was still standing there, staring at her 
naked breast. She handed him the letter.

"Would you mind terribly disposing of that in the 
dumpster down at the end of the street when you go by 
there?" she asked sweetly.

The mailman jerked his eyes away from the woman's 
breast, which she had not bothered to cover when she 
moved the baby to the other one. 

He licked his lips. "It would be my pleasure ma'am." he 
said. And he hurried on his way.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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