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Archive name: sister.txt (MFdom/F, inc, intr, rp, v, preg)
Authors name: Parker (Address defunct)
Story title : Sisters

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WARNING: This story contains non-consensual intercourse, 
humiliation, d/s and just a hint of incest. If this 
offends you, READ NO FURTHER. Consider yourself warned. 
Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to reproduce 
and post this story (unchanged of course), but be 
discrete.
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SISTERS (MFdom/F, inc, intr, rp, v, preg) 
By Parker (Address defunct)

***

A sister helps her black boyfriend rape her sister. 
Then she starts to force her sister to do other things 
against her will.

***

Well... I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to 
tell anyone else, OK? Good.
 
I'm not sure where to start.

When you look at me, what do you see? A young woman, 
maybe in her late teens or early twenties [maybe]; 
short blonde hair; cute face, nice body [*thank 
you*]... but that's not all. What you see a young woman 
about to begin her first year of college. You know the 
cliche: bright, young, world-at-her-feet... Well, 
that's all true enough, I suppose. But it wasn't always 
like that. Not at all.

And that's the story...

I had what is sometimes called a "troubled youth". My 
parents were ultra-religious and very strict.

Well, maybe when I say *my* parents I should be saying 
"our" parents, 'cause I have an older sister. Of 
course, they've kind've disowned her now, but I'll get 
to that later.

That's part of the story.

Her name is Lara (mine's Julie, but of course you 
already know that, don't you). She's almost a year 
older than me, so I guess that makes her about nineteen 
now. I'm eighteen just going on nineteen. Lara looks a 
lot like me - not surprising I guess, us being sisters 
n'all - but she's a little larger in the body. Not fat 
or anything, just bigger tits and ass. Same honey 
blonde hair and blue eyes though. Oh, and she likes to 
wear her hair in tight curls; mine's straight.

That's not important to the story, though. I really 
should try to keep focused. Sorry.

Anyway...

I was always the type to get into trouble. You know, 
rebellious. Nothing too earth shattering, but when your 
parents are as strict as mine, any trouble is too much. 
The biggest thing was sex. At seventeen - did I mention 
that the story took place just over a year ago? - I was 
already sexually active. Lost my virginity at fifteen 
and never looked back. 'Course, I never let my parents 
get wind of that. I got into enough trouble for minor 
things like skipping school, staying out late or even 
wearing makeup, but if they ever found out about the 
sex... well, I would've been out on my ass in no time. 
As I said, my parents bought the whole religion thing 
hook, line and sinker.

Sex before marriage?

Sin.

Birth control?

Sin.

Abortion?

Murder.

I was clever though, and they never knew.

Lara, however...

Well, maybe I should tell you a little bit about Lara, 
so you can understand what happened. Where I was the 
rebellious child (the 'problem child', so to speak), 
she always conformed. You know the type: perfect 
grades; medals at sports; after-school job. Never 
questioning or disobeying our parents. I don't think 
that she had ever even had a boyfriend, much less 
kissed anyone. In other words, she was completely 
different from me.

We were just about to enter our last year at high 
school in the coming fall (I just made the age cutoff 
for enrolment, making me the youngest person in my 
grade all through school). 

Our parents had set aside a trust fund for university 
tuition and living, but there was only enough money for 
one person. It was made very clear to me who that 
person would be. Lara was their little darling, and 
there was no doubt that the money would go to her; as 
for me... well, I was a barely tolerated nuisance.

Well, I was a bit wild, but the fact was, a large part 
of the reason why I was always getting into trouble was 
Lara. My parents aren't very bright - I did say they 
were religious, didn't I? - and I was usually clever 
enough get away with whatever I wanted. 

It was Lara who was always watching. She was the one 
who would catch me and turn me in; letting them know 
what I'd been up to. Always making certain that she was 
the favorite child. She was the biggest tattletale a 
sister could ever hate.

And I did hate her.

Still do.

That summer - like I said, this took place a little 
over a year ago - Lara and I ended up staying together 
at the family cabin up at Fish Lake. Usually we weren't 
allowed to stay there without adults, but dad had to be 
back in the city for a big meeting or something and mom 
said we could stay.

Of course, Lara was put in charge.

"Now you obey your sister young lady," mom ordered.

I nodded, doing my best to look sincere.

As if.

A guy from high school - Frank Harris - was staying at 
his family's cabin about half a mile away. We'd dated a 
couple times during the school year, but my parents had 
put an abrupt stop to it when they discovered that he 
was black. (Did I mention that my parents were bigots?) 
Once again, it had been Lara who had broken that choice 
bit of news.

I was planning on a bit of a reunion.

Of course, there was Lara.

"You heard her," she said, oh-so-superior as we watched 
our parents drive away. "You step out of line and I'll 
be phoning home so quick your head will spin."

Again, I nodded.

That was Lara, alright.

Sure enough, when Frank came by the next day, she was 
immediately on the phone to mom and dad: "Julie's 
seeing that black guy again." When dad was through 
yelling at me over the line, I was grounded for a 
month, and it felt like my ear was going to fall off. 
All through it, Lara just smiled at me from across the 
room.

Bitch...

Sorry.

I haven't really thought about it for a while now, and 
it still makes me so mad.

Things changed not too long after that.

After a few days, Lara started hanging around with a 
couple of girls from the neighboring cottages. She was 
not really friends with them, but I guess she just got 
sick of spending time with a younger sister who 
wouldn't even speak with her.

What did she expect after finking on my like that?

Anyway, she went out with them, leaving me alone. After 
a
couple of hours of sitting around the cabin, I took my 
camera (I guess I should mention that it was a 
Polaroid) and went for a walk along the shore of the 
lake. As it turned out, the camera was a stroke of 
luck.

For me, anyway.

I'd gone about a mile down the shoreline when I heard 
some
giggling coming from the bushes up ahead. I don't know 
why I did it, but at the time it made sense to cut back 
through the woods and approach the sounds from cover. 
Good thing I did.

It was Lara and some other girls. One of them - not 
Lara - had lit a small cigarette and was just starting 
to inhale. In a flash I realized... marijuana!

AND LARA WAS THERE!!!!

I really couldn't believe it. From where I was 
crouching, I could see that Lara wasn't really happy 
about what was going on, but she didn't protest or walk 
away. Quickly, I pulled the camera up to my face and 
started snapping pictures. When the toke came around to 
Lara, she took it and brought it hesitantly to her 
lips. 

I took a couple of pictures just as she sucked it in; 
she had a funny look on her face, but not like she 
wasn't enjoying it or anything. Right afterwards, she 
started coughing and choking, but I didn't take any 
pictures of that. I just used up the rest of the film 
taking shots of the group as the toke was passed 
around. Lara refused it the next time it came to her, 
but she still didn't leave.

I snuck away...

That night, I showed Lara the pictures.

Things went pretty much as you might have expected. At 
first, she tried to bluff her way out, but we both knew 
that I had her. The stuff I was constantly getting in 
trouble for was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared 
to what she had done. Or at least appeared to have 
done. We both knew that our parents would take a fit if 
they ever found out that their oh-so-precious angel of 
a daughter had been smoking an illegal drug.

And so I got what I wanted. Total freedom to do what I 
wanted at the cabin. Stay up late; drink; and, of 
course, see Frank.

And that was just what I did.

Frank was big for his age.

A couple of nights later, Frank and I ended up back at 
my parent's cabin after spending some time at a beach 
party. We were both pretty drunk and were getting 
drunker by the moment (Frank still had almost a full 
bottle of Southern Comfort with him). We'd been going 
at it pretty hard at the party - you know, necking and 
petting and that sort of stuff - and I think we both 
knew that tonight was the night. Frank was a bit 
uptight, but the drinks had loosened him up a bit.

And me... well, I'd been back in school.

Lara glared up at us from her book as we stumbled, 
laughing and giggling, into the cabin. She'd been 
pretty quiet ever since I'd showed her the pictures, 
and hadn't once tried to tell me what to do.

There were other ways of showing disapproval, though. 
I'm not sure, but I think that was why she didn't leave 
the front room when Frank and I came in and flopped 
down together on the couch. Even when we began necking, 
she just sat there, reading her book and pretending not 
to notice. 

After a while, Frank got a little nervous about her 
being there, but by then I'd resolved not to budge. I 
wouldn't give her the satisfaction. As far as I was 
concerned, she was welcome to sit there for as long as 
she liked.

Frank and I were going to have sex right there in front 
of her if we had to.

As I said though, Frank was a little nervous.

"What about her?" he hissed as I unbuttoned my blouse.

By this time, I was more than a little annoyed with 
Lara. She'd stayed far longer than I would have 
expected. "Don't worry about her," I answered loudly, 
making certain Lara would hear, "she just likes to 
watch."

"Julie!"

Her face turned red.

At last, a reaction.

"Lighten up," I told her, slurring my words a bit. 
"Have a drink." I tossed her the half-empty bottle of 
Southern Comfort. Lara caught it, but made a face as 
though she were holding something slimy or unpleasant. 
For some reason, that made me mad. "Have a drink," I 
repeated.

"No, thank you," she answered, in her best 'stuckup 
bitch' voice.

I'd had enough. I slid off the couch and walked over to 
her. "Take a drink," I ordered angrily, "or I'll be 
forced to show... well, you know what to mom and dad." 
A look of fear came over her, but she didn't answer 
back. Slowly, she undid the cap and took a swallow.

That may have been her first taste of alcohol.

"Another," I ordered. She obeyed, but there was 
something in the way she did that just drove me wild. I 
can't explain it now, but I felt this wave of anger 
overcome me. As she took the second drink, I reached 
down, grabbed her by her curly blonde hair and held the 
bottle firmly in her mouth. "Drink it," I growled.

"Until I tell you to stop." She brought her hands up as 
though to pull the bottle away, but quickly thought 
better of it; she knew what would happen if I squealed 
on her about the marijuana. 

After a few seconds, I pulled the bottle away from her 
lips. She gasped and sputtered, but didn't say 
anything. When she finally regained control, I handed 
the bottle back to her; it was now only a quarter full. 

"I'm going to fuck Frank now," I told her. "Right there 
on the couch. You're going to sit there and finish the 
bottle. If it isn't finished by the time we are, mom 
and dad will be seeing those pictures first thing when 
they get back." 

Lara looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes. 
"Julie," she whined, "I..."

"Don't argue," I told her. "If I hear another word from 
you, the pictures go public."

Lara shut up.

Satisfied, I left her there with the bottle and went 
back to the couch where Frank waited...

The sex was great.

I ended up sitting on Frank's lap with my back against 
his muscular chest, slowly sliding myself up and 
down... up and down on his long, black cock while his 
wonderful hands slowly massaged my breasts... and my 
face... and my breasts... and my neck... and my 
breasts...

His cock felt so good sliding in and out of me...

Looking back, I think of that as my first adult fuck. 
It was a long, slow ride, very different from the 
sweaty, anxious 'back seaters' I'd experienced up to 
that time. It took a while to get there, but when I 
eventually did, that orgasm was like nothing I'd ever 
felt before: a warm, tidal rush of pleasure that 
radiated out from my lower belly and spread throughout 
my body.

It seemed to last forever.

But it didn't of course.

When I finally came down, I found myself still on 
Frank's lap. His cock was still rigidly pumping in and 
out of my pussy. He was picking up speed, just about to 
come.

Just about to come!

"Frank," I cried, pushing myself up off his cock. 
"Don't do it inside me. Not inside." I wasn't protected 
- my parents would have thrown a fit if I'd asked for 
birth control pills - and Frank wasn't wearing a 
condom. I wouldn't take the risk of becoming pregnant.

"No," he mumbled thickly, pretty drunk "I wanna come in 
you." He grabbed my naked shoulders and pulled me back 
down on his lap. I tried to squirm away, telling him 
'no', but he wouldn't listen; he was too close to 
coming to reason with.

Now scared, I looked over at Lara for help. She'd 
finished the bottle like I had ordered, and was just 
sitting there, obviously drunk. Useless bitch. No help 
there.

Unless...

I don't know why I did it; at the time, it seemed to be 
the only way to keep him from coming in me.

"Frank." I finally managed to squirm free of his grasp. 
His cock, still rock hard, left a sticky trail of pussy 
juice and pre-cum along my leg as I slid off his lap. 
"You can do it in Lara!"

"Lara?" He looked over at my older sister where she sat 
blankly on the chair.

"Yes." I ran over and grabbed her by the hair. She 
squealed in pain as I pulled, dropping the empty 
bottle, but didn't otherwise resist. I don't think she 
realized what was happening. The booze must have hit 
her hard. 

"Help me," I ordered, pulling Lara over to the couch by 
her hair. Frank at last seemed to understand what I was 
going on about. He still looked a little puzzled, but 
he helped me wrestle Lara to the couch and then held 
her down while I undid and then pulled off her skirt.

"J-Julie!" At last she seemed to be waking up a bit. 
She began to struggle and squirm as I pulled her 
panties down her long legs and then moved over to lie 
on her chest.

"Do it," I cried. By now, I was more than a little 
excited at the prospect of seeing my bitch of an older 
sister get fucked. 

Frank hesitated for a second, but the alcohol and lust 
overcame his inhibitions. He fell to his knees on the 
couch between her flailing legs. Lara tried to wriggle 
free, but I used my weight to hold her down while Frank 
forced her legs further apart. Grunting with the 
effort, he bent forward and shoved his hard, glistening 
cock straight into her exposed pussy with one thrust.

Lara went nuts!

She bucked and heaved wildly, screeching with pain, but 
between us, Frank and I were able to hold her down. 
Frank didn't fuck her for a couple of minutes; he just 
held on while she struggled uselessly, riding her like 
he would ride a bucking horse. At last, her strength 
began to fade and she settled down a bit. Frank 
immediately began moving his hips, sawing his cock in 
and out of her pussy.

She began screeching again.

Lara was - had been - a virgin.

I stared down at my sister's agonized face as Frank 
fucked her. From where I lay on top of her chest, I 
could see her eyes widen as she fully realized what was 
happening to her. She had started crying during the 
struggle, and the tears now flowed freely down her 
face.

I can't tell you how much this turned me on.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down and licked her 
cheek, lapping up a salty tear. Lara opened her mouth 
to say something - to protest - but no words came out. 
For once, my stuck up bitch of an older sister had 
nothing to say. She just gasped and moaned, squirming 
beneath us, as Frank fucked his big cock in and out of 
her inexperienced pussy.

I'm not gay. Not that I have anything against being 
gay. But I like men. Still, there was something about 
Lara's face... the pain and humiliation that was 
irresistible.

Once again, I couldn't help myself; I moved my face 
over and put my lips against hers, opening my mouth to 
kiss her. She groaned and tried to turn away, but I 
just followed her face from side to side. Eventually, I 
trapped her face against the back of the couch. I held 
my lips firmly against her mouth until she opened it 
with a quiet moan of defeat; my tongue immediately 
snuck out and ventured between her lips and into her 
mouth. She seemed to relax a bit, and allowed me to 
kiss her.

In fact, I was running my tongue along the back of her 
front teeth when Frank came. I felt him stiffen and 
grunt behind me. Lara bucked and tried to close her 
mouth, mumbling something that sounded like 'no', but I 
just kept kissing her. Frank pumped wildly for a few 
moments, and then held still, shooting a load of cum 
into her. The feel of her cries and moans on my lips 
was wonderful.

Wonderful...

Lara rolled off the couch, threw up all over the floor 
and then stumbled, still crying, into the bedroom. I 
looked over at Frank, who sat, panting, on the couch.

"How's that," I asked, "for birth control?"

Half an hour later, Frank was hard again.

And still big for his age.

I was still sore from the first fucking, but in my 
drunken state, I knew what to do. After rubbing his 
cock into full erection, I led him into the bedroom 
where Lara, half-conscious, lay sprawled on the bed. 
She began to cry when we climbed onto the bed, but 
didn't put up a real struggle. She was too far gone - 
maybe too drunk - to fight. 

This time, I just had Frank fuck her from the 
beginning, while I played with her breasts and forced 
her to neck with me. Every time she balked, I just 
squeezed a nipple until she gave in. By the time Frank 
came - inside her again - we sisters were going at it 
hot and heavy.

I admit that it may seem a bit strange, us being 
sisters n'all, but what can I say? She had a great 
tongue.

During the course of the next three days before our 
parents arrived at the cabin, Lara and I fucked Frank 
five more times. I saw Lara always got the cum. The 
thought of using my older sister as a form of birth 
control - some kind of living condom - was... well, I 
can't describe it.

Funny. I would have expected her to put up more of a 
fight. I guess the first couple of fuckings broke her a 
bit. And, every time she balked at anything, I just 
threatened to use the pictures.

The last time was my favorite. After Frank and I fucked 
for a while, we stretched her out on her hands and 
knees across a small footstool. Frank fucked her from 
behind while I jammed my pussy into her face. She 
didn't like that much, but I just threatened to have 
Frank fuck her in the ass. She began licking almost 
immediately.

And so Frank and I necked and fondled each other while 
Lara - our little "birth control device", as I had 
begun calling her - took Frank's cock from behind and 
licked my pussy from the front. Frank and I came at the 
same time.

It must have been love.

I put Lara to work cleaning the cabin, and by the time 
our parents arrived, things were back to normal. I 
thought - was afraid - that Lara might blurt everything 
out to them, but she didn't. In fact, she was silent 
the whole trip back to the city.

Maybe she thought it was over.

Back to school.

Lara quickly settled into her former habits at school 
and at home, usually ignoring me except to get me in 
trouble whenever she could. I dunno; my only guess is 
that she somehow pushed the question of the rapes and 
the pictures out of her mind. Maybe the events up at 
the cabin had been so traumatic that she just wasn't 
able to deal with them.

As for me, I bided my time. To tell the truth, I was a 
little scared about what had happened, and I considered 
myself lucky to have gotten away with it. And, of 
course, the pictures were always there if I needed 
them.

It wasn't until one morning a couple of months into the 
school year that it happened. As usual, I had been 
forced to spend several minutes banging on the bathroom 
door before Lara would finish up inside. This 
particular morning - in mid-October as I recall - it 
took her even longer to get out, and when she did, she 
looked kind of sick.

I didn't think much of it until it happened for the 
third day in a row. On the fourth day, I didn't bang on 
the door; I just stood there silently with my ear up 
against the door.

Listening.

Sure enough, the sound of retching and vomiting could 
clearly be heard from the bathroom. I remember that my 
first thought was that Lara might not be finishing 
school that year after all.

The shit hit the fan alright.

The first thing my parents did when they found out Lara 
was pregnant was pull her from school. The pretext was 
some sort of family emergency (which eventually 
developed into an unnamed illness), but I saw to it 
that word got out as to the real reason. 

Within days, everyone at school knew the real reason 
Lara was no longer there. Actually, at one point there 
was even some talk of pulling me from school as well, 
but mom backed me up when I pointed out that it was not 
fair that I should suffer just because Lara was a slut 
(I really used that word). For once my parents backed 
me up over Lara. It was the beginning of a deep change 
in our respective relationships.

As for Lara, well...

She was more or less banished to the small room above 
the garage. She was grounded of course; mom and dad 
wouldn't hear of her leaving the house in her 
'condition'. The only thing they didn't do was kick her 
out of the house.

After that, I didn't really have much to do with Lara 
for a while. Not until that night my parents were out 
at a party, and Robbie came over. Robbie Travers. Alone 
in the house, we did what we wanted: dancing to loud 
music; drinking... Well, one thing led to another and 
we ended up in my bedroom. Things got a little heavy, 
and we were soon half naked and ready to fuck.

Then I had an idea.

I explained it to Robbie. He thought it was kind of 
weird, but didn't object. He wasn't like Frank; Frank 
was basically a pretty nice guy. Robbie, on the other 
hand, came from the wrong side of the tracks if you 
know what I mean.

That was one of the things I liked about him.

I led him outside to the garage and to Lara's room. 
There was no lock on the door, so I just turned the 
handle and pushed it open. As we entered, Lara looked 
up from where she was lying on the bed. For some 
reason, she had her hair done up in a little ponytail 
and had one of her old dolls lying on the bed beside 
her. Weird. It made her look years younger.

The baby didn't show yet.

I explained what was going to happen.

Lara began crying as I spoke, shaking her head. She 
even got up off the bed and tried to leave the room, 
but Robbie just laughed and blocked the door. I reached 
up from behind and grabbed her hair. She winced in pain 
as I pulled back, but didn't struggle. 

"Quit sniveling you little bitch," I told her, pushing 
her back down on bed. "You do what I say or I'll show 
them the pictures." 

She continued to sob, but didn't try to get away. 
[Strange, now that I think of it; how much more trouble 
could she possibly have been in?] 

"Besides," I added, enjoying the opportunity to be 
cruel to her, "it doesn't matter any more anyway. 
Everyone knows you're a slut."

She knew what I meant. I'd told everyone at school 
about her pregnancy. Still crying, she fell back on the 
bed and grabbed the doll.

I said it was weird, didn't I?

Anyway, Robbie and I started fucking on the bed beside 
her.

As usual, I came first. Then, when Robbie thought he 
was just about ready, he pulled out. I watched him 
climb on top of Lara and helped guide his cock into her 
pussy. She just lay there, crying, as he thrust wildly 
for about thirty seconds and then came inside of her.

She was still lying on the bed when we left, legs 
spread and a small pool of Robbie's cum congealing just 
under her crotch.

Robbie came over a couple more times and eventually 
word got out. It was inevitable, I suppose. Before 
long, other guys were coming over - guys I didn't 
really know - and they wanted to fuck Lara. At first I 
said no, but when one of them offered my money, and I 
quickly changed my mind.

For fifty bucks, anyone could fuck my slutty sister.

After a while, it became an almost nightly occurrence. 
I had to be careful that my parents didn't catch on, 
but the small room being over the garage wasn't 
directly attached to the house, and it wasn't difficult 
for boys to sneak up the stairs unseen.

Lara fought back the first couple of times, but quickly 
realized that there was nothing she could do about it. 
In fact, she would probably have gotten in even more 
trouble if our parents had found out about the boys. As 
far as mom and dad were concerned, Lara was a 'loose 
woman', and there was no way they'd believe that she 
was less than willing.

Over the next few months, half the guys at school must 
have fucked Lara. At least once each.

By January, the baby was starting to show.

I thought that would be it for the tricks - for some 
reason, I thought that fucking an obviously pregnant 
girl would be a turn-off - but that didn't prove to be 
the case. 

One day, a man met me on the way home from school. I 
was a bit nervous at first - strange men and all - but 
when he explained what he wanted, I was more than 
interested.

Basically, he - his name was Rod, by the way - had 
heard that I was pimping a pregnant girl. He wanted to 
use her, both for sex and for pictures. Well, it 
sounded a bit weird to me, but the money was good! Much 
better than selling her off night after night to high 
school kids.

And so, that's what Lara did for the next few months. 
The business from the younger guys trailed off, and I 
didn't even use her for birth control any more (by this 
time, I'd bought my own pills, you know, plenty of 
money).

Three times a week, Rod would come over with his camera 
and other stuff. I sat in on a couple of sessions. If 
you think I'm weird, you should've seen him. I remember 
that Rod seemed to like fucking Lara from behind with 
her on all fours. As she grew larger, he started having 
her 'moo' like a cow. Strange, but a real turn on. The 
sight of my bitchy sister, fat and bloated with 
pregnancy, being forced to utter long, miserable 
'mooo's while being fucked from behind by this old guy 
was... well, let's just say the image was never far 
from my mind.

I guess it was never far from Rod's either. He 
videotaped almost every session.

Still, all good things come to an end.

The baby was born in mid-June. Rod said that was a 
little late, but he didn't seem to mind the opportunity 
to enjoy his fat little girl-cow for a couple of extra 
weeks.

And I didn't mind the money.

The baby, of course, was black. Not completely black, 
as it was as much Lara's baby as Frank's, but it was 
most definitely a Negro. A little Negro boy.

Well, that was enough for my parents. More than enough. 
For one of their daughters to have sex and get pregnant 
out of wedlock was an almost unimaginable shame (oh, 
however would they hold up their heads in church on 
Sundays?), but a black baby!?!

Impossible.

Lara was no child of theirs.

To make a long story short (well, too late already; I 
hope I'm not boring you), Lara and the baby were kicked 
out of the house, sent to live in a welfare house for 
unwed mothers.

Disowned.

I became their sole beneficiary.

Did I mention the trust fund?

Well, it turned out that it was worth a little more 
than my parents had originally thought. And it all went 
to me. I was the one going to college now.

The first thing I did with the money was move out. I 
was going to be attending Bakersville College North in 
the fall, so I rented the main floor and basement of a 
house on the outskirts of Bakersville; a wonderful six 
hours by car from home.

And my parents.

Of course, I took Lara with me. She had been living on 
welfare for the last few months, and the welfare office 
was more than happy to have me take her off their 
hands. So happy, they didn't even seem to care when she 
protested that she didn't want to go. They said she'd 
lost the right to object. In a small town, word gets 
out, and I guess they had better things to do than 
spend money on a slut who's stupid enough not to use 
birth control.

Especially with a black baby.

So, that's the story.

You know the rest. I let Lara and the baby live 
downstairs in the my small basement. It gets a bit cold 
sometimes, but she has blankets. And she has more than 
paid for her upkeep in the last couple of months; 
college kids have more money than high school kids, and 
seem to be even hornier, if that's possible.

And Lara is cheap as hookers go.

She looks a little different now. I've had her grow her 
hair and tie it up in ponytails all the time. It makes 
her look a lot younger, and the clients seem to like 
it. Especially when they first see her lying on the bed 
with her little doll...

Of course, I still use her as birth control. The 
thought of her taking a load of sperm in her pussy in 
order to protect me from pregnancy is delicious.

In fact - well, I shouldn't really be telling you this 
but... - she's pregnant again! I've been meaning to 
give Rod a call. I'm sure he'll be interested.

I hope it's a niece this time.

END

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

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