Amy looked among her many brothers and tried to decide which one she wanted to father her child.
A product of the New Iberian eugenics program, she had lived a privileged life. New Iberian forces were in control of almost the entire southern half of Africa, with it's great natural wealth, and her father, the Celestial Emperor, had funded massive economic initiatives. The war with the Arabian states had been costly, but with the capture of Mecca and Medina, resistance dwindled. Apparently the enemy was unwilling to enter into an urban battle with the future of their holy cities at risk. The Emperor has threatened to destroy the cities and irradiate the ruins with radioactive waste before surrendering. Never mind that the organized Arab military forces were already lying in ruins. Tens of thousands of their men had been killed, with the women taken to New Iberia to be assimilated into the population. Such was standard war procedures for her country. She noticed several of her brothers wearing campaign insignias bearing the Islam crescent moon. She wondered in which battles they fought.
Her sisters were actively scouting among the candidates. No choice needed to be made, but marrying was the best way to gain independence and become an adult. Amy spotted a likely mate, and advanced. Her slim figure was barely hidden from view by the tight, thin fabric of her sleeveless t-shirt and her black felt shorts. All of her sisters were dressed the same, part of the standard dress code they adhered to while in the palace. Amy's ample breasts were barely held in place by her shirt, and her butt peeked out seductively from the bottom of her shorts. She has spent hours carefully selecting her make-up and grooming her hair for tonight's party. Confident in her looks, she approached.
"Selya, soldier." she said, smiling demurely.
Her brother looked down at her and smiled back. At 5'2", Amy was slight, even by the Eugenics standard. Most of her sisters reached 5'6". Her brother, however, was quite tall, almost 6'6" by her estimation. All of her brothers were over 6', another product of Eugenics.
"Selya, sister." he said. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"
Amy stifled her shock that he recognized her. She quickly pursed her memories, trying to remember when she had been with him before. She had, of course, slept with most of her brothers, as had all her sisters. It was one of the chief duties and recreational activities for Daughters of the Emperor at the palace. Just as it was necessary for Sons of the Emperor to enter into military service. She smiled to herself as she remembered.
She had just finished her first year of service to the Emperor. Her older sisters informed her that she was now to begin service with her brothers, who were finishing up their martial schooling. They explained the boys were going to be shy, since they had only seen women from afar since they were moved into the barracks when they were boys. They would have no idea what to do. It was important for her to make them feel as good as possible. Her training over the last year would be invaluable. They also said she should be tender and loving towards him, since this moment was going to be one of his lifelong cherished memories.
The Sons needed a reason to fight, and it was decided by the Emperor that fighting to protect their love, their sisters, was ample motivation. People would die for ideals like nationalism, patriotism, or world peace. But to make someone live, which is much harder than dying, you needed love.
At the appointed time, she reported for duty. First, she was clad in white silk stockings and halter top with white felt shorts, instead of the usual black. Next, her sisters went over her make-up. She was not yet experienced enough to apply it without supervision. Finally, she presented herself before the Emperor. He looked over her and approved. He waved his hands over her mystically, and she felt a rush of energy and vitality pour into her. She had felt it every time before servicing the Emperor, so she knew what was next. Turning around, she locked her knees and pulled down her shorts to expose her round, smooth bottom. She bent over, exposing her labia and asshole to the air. The Emperor said more mystic words, and worked his fingers into her ass and pussy. Her snatch was a bit dry from all her apprehension over what she needed to do and remember, but the Emperors fingers slid right on in. Her ass, too, was puckered, but over the past year had loosened considerably. She had gotten quite used to being penetrated in her behind. The Emperor finished his incantation, and she suddenly felt slick in both her holes. She was ready.
Her sisters led her into a large bedroom, and Amy saw for the first time one of her brothers. The poor guy was in his military dress uniform, and to her looked quite cute. He was visibly nervous and came to attention as she entered the room. Her sisters closed the door and left the two alone. He stared at her, and she suddenly became nervous. She needed him to be pleased. So pleased he would fight with everything he had for the country. It was her responsibility to show him the joy of living. This is what she had trained for a year with the Emperor for. This is where she proved her worth. Yet, she was now immobile, breathing heavily. His eyes looked over her lustily, but without knowledge of what he was supposed to do. She could feel his eyes undressing her, and it stimulated her immensely. Never before, not even with the Emperor, has she felt such need, such lust, and such fear. Yes, she realized, he was afraid of her. She suddenly felt inadequate. Unless something changed soon, she would fail miserably, and he would bear the suffering of her failure for the rest of his life...
"What's your name?" he asked. She looked up at him. He still couldn't help but stare at her body, but the terrible, awkward silence had been broken. She smiled at him. "My name is Amy. Selya."
She approached him, her confidence now returning. She pressed her body up against his and put her arms around his neck. He was growing, but she was still close to his height. She kissed him on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt herself blush. He was strong, but not yet a man. They locked embraced for a while before she disengaged. She gave him a gentle push back, and he fell onto the bed. She climbed up onto the bed, posing over him a bit. She could feel him staring at her still developing breasts. She began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She was getting almost too hot. She unbuckled his belt and began pulling down his pants. It was difficult, as his buldge now filled every bit of once available space. He reached down to help, and almost frantically tore at his pants to get them off. She couldn't help but giggle. She snuggled up next to him, pressing her bosom into his arm. He reached out and grabbed her breast. She shivered as he massaged her. He reached up underneath her top and brought his face down upon her boobs. She sighed, and pushed him off.
"Like this." she said. She straddled him, his buldge pressing into her snatch, with only her uniform and his underwear holding them apart. She began licking and sucking on his nipples. He held on to her shoulders and back. She grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to her butt. He massaged her bottom while she suckled his nipples. Then she rolled over, pulling off her top, and laid down flat on her back. She grinned at his astonished look and said "My turn."
He straddled her, pinning her beneath his body. He began rubbing and grabbing at her boobs again. Then, as she has instructed, he began sucking, licking, and nibbling at her nipples. She went pert as the blood rushed into her breasts. She could feel herself become excited at this attention. She let out a low moan that excited her brother into a frenzy. He began grabbing at her body, feeling her waist, hips, thighs, and bottom. She moaned again, lustily, and pulled him off her breasts. She kissed him and moved her lips to his neck, where she bit him. He nearly shouted, but not from the pain, as he had survived the academy, and must therefore be tougher than that. He grabbed her and crushed her to him. She loved how she could excite him, and knew he was ready for more.
She released his neck, and pushed him flat on his back. She scooted down and removed his briefs, freeing his large member. Not as large as his father, she thought, but still not at all small. She licked the underside and giggled as it twitched. Then, she wrapped her warm lips around his cock and began to suck. Her pink lipstick left a slight ring on his skin as she inhaled his dick all the way into her throat. The Emperor had taught her well. She grabbed his cock at the base and began running her hand up and down in time with her mouth. He groaned in pleasure, and she worked her tongue and lips from head to base, sucking expertly at his cock. She could taste the pre-cum and knew he must be close. Her sisters had warned that he wouldn't be able to control himself the first time. She pressed her tongue up against the underside of his dickhead and once again sucked his cock deep into her throat. He moaned and cried out as his lust exploded into her mouth. She vigorously swallowed, massaging his prick dry of cum. She made sure that she swallowed every bit, just the way she had been trained.
She looked up at him and smiled. He looked down in disbelief.
"It exploded in your mouth."
"Yup." she said, giggling again. It must have been quite a shock for him, after all. "It was yummy."
