Incest Ariana Marie, Bruce Venture and Holly Michaels

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Jack and Jill went up a hill, to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

An Jill came tumbling after.

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Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack, who had a
twin sister named Jill. They lived with their widowed
mother in a small cottage at the bottom of a big hill.
You may even have heard of them. There was a well known
poem that was written about them going up that hill to
fetch a pail of water. But what you probably DON'T know
is the REST of the story of what happened that day.

Jack was a strapping lad, 5' 10", wide at the
shoulders, narrow at the hips, with bulging muscles all
over his body. That's because Jack spent most of his
day going up and down that hill, fetching pails of
water from the well up there.

His mother ran a laundry business, you see, and used a
LOT of water. Because of this, Jack had procured bigger
and bigger buckets, so he wouldn't have to make so many
trips up and down the hill. These large buckets weighed
a lot, and Jack got awfully buff carrying them.

The reason he didn't want to make so many trips wasn't
because he was lazy. It was because in those days, only
women brought clothes to the village laundress, so, if
he was in or around the cottage, he got to see all the
pretty girls as they brought their family's laundry.

Now those girls weren't blind, and many of them looked
very favorably on Jack's bulging muscles, so much so
that the little shed in back of the cottage had been
used many times by Jack, who wanted to show the girls
ALL his muscles. He had a nice little mattress stashed
out there and spent many happy times planted between
the legs of a willing lass, more or less fucking their
brains out.

In point of fact, there had been a rash of girls
turning up with swollen bellies around the village. Had
there been any detectives in the village, they would
have found that the common denominator between all
those girls was the fact that they all went to Jack's
mother with their laundry.

So, you ask, why didn't one (or more) of those knocked
up beauties claim Jack for the husband they all needed?
It was because Jack was... well... stupid. Not one of
those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband,
because they all knew they'd starve if they had to
depend on him for support.

So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at
all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack
was... well... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He
was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that
stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a
queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged
through a girl's cervix so that during those two
orgasms (at least) his spooge shot straight into their
nubile young wombs.

So, you ask, why, if he was so huge, and went in so
deep, and was undoubtedly extremely painful to have in
you for the first two or three minutes, did all these
girls allow him to do just that? It was because it took
Jack at least fifteen minutes to have those two orgasms
of his, which meant the girls often had ten or twelve
of them, almost in a row.

Which is how it was that Jack got caught by his twin
sister Jill one day. She had been helping her mother,
as usual, when she was sent to fetch a piece of rope
from the shed. As she approached the half closed door,
she heard coos and sighs and giggles coming from
inside. When she peeked in, she saw Tammy Johnson with
her skirts up around her stomach, legs spread wide and
hands planted firmly on Jack's bare buttocks, pulling
him toward her. Jack's trousers were down around his
knees.

Jill heard a squishing sound and bent down to peer
between his legs. there she saw Jack's heavy swinging
sack full of juice, and in front of that was his wrist
thick cock, burrowing into Tammy's welcoming pussy.
Jack was huffing and puffing as he pounded in and out,
and he sighed loudly as he said "I'm gonna do it again,
Tammy, I'm gonna squirt again." Tammy looked like she
couldn't hear him, or didn't care. Her mouth was open
and her eyes shut as she wiggled all over that invading
cock.

Then, to Jill's horror, she saw thick white cream
spurting out all around the sides of her brother's
penis and she knew that he had put his seed in poor
Tammy's pussy. She thought he must be having his way
with the poor girl, and reached for a shovel to bash
him on the head and save her friend. But, as she raised
it, she heard Tammy say "Ohhhhh Jack, I can feel it
shooting way up inside me, and it feels soooo nice. Can
you keep going a little more?"

Well, when Jill reported what she'd seen to her mother,
the shit hit what would have been the fan if they'd
have had fans back in those days. Jack was "grounded",
which back then meant that he had to sit on the ground
where his mother could see him until she sent him on
some chore.

Poor Jack, used to emptying his balls in a willing girl
four or five times a day was completely unhappy. And he
couldn't even sneak off and get his rocks off because
every errand his mother sent him on involved Jill going
too.

She was his watchdog and some perverse thing inside
her, quite possibly the fact that no boy had every
crawled between her own lily white thighs, made her
take perform her watchdog duties with glee.

Other boys might have been mad that their sister ratted
them out, but Jack loved his sister Jill and, in truth,
he hadn't been spending much time working lately. He
trudged into the house with a barrel of soap on his
shoulder, a task that should have taken two grown men,
and placed it gently on the floor. He casually made a
fist and smashed the head of the barrel to pieces.

"Here, Ma, I opened it for you." he said. His mother
just shook her head and said "Jack, we need more
water." As he turned to go get the bucket she added
"And Jill, go with him."

Thus it was that Jack and Jill went up the hill, to
fetch a pail of water.

Once there, Jack set the big bucket down. He went to
the big handle on the spindle of the well and began to
wind it, drawing up the first bucket of water to fill
his big pail. Jill watched, as his big shoulder muscles
bulged and rippled.

She could see why the village girls hung around so
much. He was a good looking boy.

Jill felt a warm ball in the pit of her stomach as she
watched him work. As soon as it was up he dumped it in
the pail and then dropped the bucket back down the
well. There was a long silent space as it fell and then
a splash when it hit.

"Wow" said Jill. "I didn't know the well was so deep."

She walked over and tried to look down the well. The
wall around it was stone, and quite thick, and she
couldn't see well, so she leaned further... and
further... and further, until she was almost lying on
top of the wall around the well.

A gust of wind blew her skirt up around Jill's waist.

Jack stared.

You see, in those days, panties, or "small clothes" as
they were called then, were a luxury and only the
wealthy wore them. So Jill's cute teenage muffy was
obscenely exposed because her legs were also splayed
open for balance as she tried to peer down into the
well.

Jill had an extremely cute muffy too. Her honey blond
pubic hair was short and smooth, and did nothing
whatsoever to cover up her plump pink pussy lips, which
winked invitingly to Jack.

Or at least he thought they winked at him. Right then
Jack had been suffering a case of the blue balls for
about three days because his nooky had been cut off, so
any pussy Jack saw would probably look like it was
winking at him.

In a thrice (which today is sometimes called a "New
York Minute") Jack had his trousers down around his
ankles and had waded in between his sister's spread
legs. His bone, which had been hard for over 24 hours
now, was ready to go and, without thinking much about
it, Jack stuck it in his sister's virgin pussy from
behind.

Only one thing saved Jill from being ripped to shreds.
Jack, primed to fire for days, had no sooner gotten the
slim head of his massive hardon inside Jill's tight
little pussy lips than he fired off a great salvo of
thick slippery cum. That cum filled Jill’s pussy to
the brim, producing a distinct farting sound as all the
air in her pussy was expelled rapidly around Jack's
invading prick. Then, as his rod bored on into her
poor untried pussy, all that slippery cum provided the
lubrication that kept him from tearing her to pieces.

Still, her pussy, having had nothing larger than her
own slim finger in it, rebelled mightily and clamped
down hard. While Jack's peter wanted to go all the way,
it was prevented. The force of his lunge, however,
caused Jill to slide forward until her upper body was
hanging unsupported over the empty well hole.

Thankfully, some dim part of Jack's mind saw that his
cute sister... with that cute tight pussy... was in
danger of falling into the well and he reached out and
grabbed her naked hips, pulling her backward
forcefully.

Now, as stated before, Jack was a big boy, and when his
muscles bulged, Jill's hips snapped back and her
buttocks slammed into his abdomen. She, naturally, let
out a banshee shriek, since that powered the rest of
his oversized dick to the very end of her unused
tunnel. In short, it felt like somebody had shoved a
tree trunk up her snatch.

Well, that's how it felt to HER. For Jack it was a new
sensation. Jill had been a virgin until his lust fixed
that once and for all. She was therefore quite tight
and her snug pussy was fighting with his invading cock,
squeezing it and trying to push it back out. All of the
girls Jack usually screwed were sluts, whose pussies
were well used and loose as a result. So the feeling of
having his long hard bone planted firmly in his
sister's wonderfully tight pussy was something he
noticed.

"I love you Jilly" he grunted. Then he pulled out and
slammed back in.

"OH! OUCH!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU'RE TEARING ME
APART!!!" screamed Jill, who had already decided that
this fucking business was way, WAY overrated, and had
all but given up men in the few short seconds she had
experienced 'sex'.

But then an amazing thing happened. As Jack began
pistoning his prick in and out of Jill's overstuffed
pussy, said pussy began to stretch. His first load of
incestuous sperm had indeed made her pussy walls nice
and slippery, which meant Jill began to feel the bumps
and ridges of his cock as her channel was massaged by
his fuck stick.

Then, as she became even more used to the feel of
something long and stiff inside her, she began to also
feel it as the tip of his cock nosed into her cervix on
each trip in. The millions of nerve endings in her
cervix decided they LIKED being stimulated by his
overbearing cockhead, and began sending "HEY! I LIKE
THIS" signals to her brain.

"Ohhh my" she groaned, confused that her anger seemed
to be fading away, as it was replaced by... pleasure!
Yes! And not only pleasure; very EXTENSIVE pleasure.
Her pussy was tingling in a way that she instinctively
knew would get better and better and better if she let
him go on.

Jack, having blown his load early in the game, was
content (and able) to happily ream out the luscious
pussy in front of him, and he was having a great time.
Granted, he was a little forceful, his loins smacking
into Jill's butt cheeks with an audible sound every two
or three seconds. And that caused the rest of Jill,
primarily the front of her upper body, which included
her soft, sensitive teen breasts, to rub forcefully on
the rough stone of the well rim.

"JACK!! WAIT!! PLEASE, JUST A SECOND!!" yelled Jill.

Her voice echoed out of the well and sounded like it
was coming from all around him and Jack instantly
stopped. Jill lifted her head.

"Jack, it hurts my chest to rub on the stone. Please,
let me turn around or something."

Jack hesitated, his cock still buried in nice warm
pussy. Jill thought it was because he was suspicious
she'd run away once he let her go, so she added "I
won't run away, I promise."

Jack let go of her hips and pulled his cock slowly out
of her body. She sighed as it went out... and out...
and out... and out, until there was a distinct "Plop"
as the suction was broken. Jill suddenly felt very
empty.

Up to that moment, she had, indeed, planned on trying
to talk some sense into her brother. She had hoped
that, once he stopped and her dress was covering her
again, he might be able to get control of himself and
stop abusing her. But, as she turned around and saw
what had, until only seconds ago, been buried inside
her body, she shuddered and her pussy wept gobs of
slick juice.

Her plan changed.

"If I let you... go on... will you promise to take it
out before you make a baby in me?" she said, looking
guardedly at her brother, whose hand had gone to his
cock and was stroking it casually.

Jack had been about to apologize for assaulting her and
was going to beg for her to forgive him and the fact
that he couldn't resist her. Instead, in a somewhat
surprised voice he said "Um... sure, OK" He was staring
at the front of her dress where her breasts pushed out.
"Are your boobies OK?" he asked.

Jill's hands came up an cupped her breasts, squeezing
them slightly. She was surprised at how nice that felt.
"Yes, they're fine." she answered.

"Can I see them?" asked her brother. A big drip of
silvery cream oozed out of the tip of his cock and
started to fall to the ground. It hung by a long white
thread, swinging back and forth in the slight breeze.

Jill felt her pussy clench again. "Uh huh" she said,
and opened the buttons of her dress. They went all the
way down the front of her dress, and, when they were
all open, she had the strangest urge to just drop the
dress.

She did so, standing naked before her brother.

Jack stared. He'd never seen any girl so beautiful in
his life. She was perfectly formed. Her breasts were
reddish from having been rubbed so hard during his
earlier fuck thrusts. Her nipples were dark and turgid.
He wanted to taste them. His cock dripped some more
love juice as he shuffled toward his sister.

Jill saw him coming. She knew what was going to happen.
He was going to plug that dripping monster back in her
tight little pussy. The pussy in question spritzed at
the thought. She decided that she didn't mind after all
that this had happened. She turned quickly and lay her
dress out on the ground, then sat down on it. She lay
back, spreading her legs and raising her knees, making
a saddle for him to mount her in.

"Please..." she whispered. "Be gentle."

Jack knelt between her open legs. His cock was so long
that it flopped down, slapping her pussy lips. She
winced and he realized how close he had come to hurting
her earlier. For the first time he compared his cock to
the abdomen of the girl he was about to put it in and
realized just how big he was. For the first time in is
life, Jack slid his prick into a lover tenderly,
carefully, a little at a time. The top of his dong
scbangd along Jill's clitty, which had never felt
anything like that, and immediately reported that it
was INSANELY happy.

Jack was rewarded, when he finally felt his pubes mesh
with hers, by her wail of happiness as she crashed into
her very first orgasm. Her pussy went crazy, trying to
eat his cock as it spasmed and writhed around the
massive invader that was causing her so much pleasure.
Her hips thrust upward suddenly, reclaiming the inch or
two that Jack had just pulled out. She began chanting
"Oh Jackie... oh Jackie... oh Jackie" and all he had to
do was stay still as her pussy fucked his cock.

What happened next depends on which story you accept.

Some folks think that Jack was just lost in the throes
of pleasure and forgot his promise to pull out of his
sister before he came.

Others say that he stayed in her on purpose, hoping to
fertilize her garden with his seed.

Still others say that he DID pull out, and that the
baby was the result of his FIRST ejaculation, when he
first entered her.

Regardless of who you believe - and Jack's not talking
- it is crystal clear that at some point Jack's prick
was lodged deep in his sister and that it went off like
an exploding volcano. His sperm-laced semen flooded her
pussy, and probably her womb itself, based on the fact
that he could produce a full quarter of a cup of semen
per ejaculation.

Of course the point might be moot, since there is yet
another group of people in the village who swear that
Jack kept fucking his sister regularly after that trip
up the hill. This group, of course, are all the girls
who mysteriously got pregnant after taking their
family's laundry to Jack and Jill's mother.

That theory also cannot be proven, because neither
Jack, NOR Jill are talking. It's true that they sleep
in the same bed, in the same room, but then their
family is poor and can't afford a big house.

What IS known is that something happened up there that
caused Jill to begin chasing her brother down the hill,
throwing the pail, rocks, sticks and everything else
she could find at him. There were witnesses. Jill was
naked and she was screaming "You promised, you PRICK".

Then Jack, who was holding up his pants, and who's
penis was seen to be flopping around in the air in
front of him, tripped on something and went down hard.

Hence "Jack fell down and broke his crown."

Normally the word 'crown' means also 'head', and here
again there are different theories as to which 'head'
Jack injured. When he fell down, Jill caught up to him
and apparently tripped on the same thing he did,
because she fell right on top of him and they rolled
into a big bunch of bushes where they could not be
seen.

So none of the witnesses could tell exactly where he
was injured. Or she either, for that matter.

Hence the last line of the poem "And Jill came tumbling
after."

It is presumed that Jill was hurt in the tumble,
because while they were both hidden in the copse, she
was heard to cry out and wail. Some said the sounds
were those of pleasure, and some said they were cries
of pain. The only words anyone heard, and could
actually understand, were her loud cries of "YOU
PROMISED YOU BASTARD."

The witnesses were intrigued enough by those sounds to
wait around, and they later saw Jill exit the bushes,
this time dressed, with Jack close behind. He was
smiling quite widely, and she was walking bow-legged.

Nine months later, of course, Jill gave birth to a baby
boy, and, though she works at the laundry all day and
has no known men callers, she appears to be pregnant
with another child.

Jack has settled down and isn't wild at all. He smiles
a lot. And he hasn't chased any of the village girls
for over a year either. While most boys his age have
left home to seek their fortunes, he stays there,
hauling water day after day.

Maybe his mom's just a good cook.