Breeding The Bride Pt 01

Breeding The Bride

Part 1 of 7

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The most popular stories in Literotica involve incest. I've tried to write this kind of erotica in the past, but I've failed because I'm not usually aroused by the idea of having sex with blood relatives. After several attempts, I came up with an idea that seems to work.

Welcome to the planet Neo Sola, where humanity's descendants live in peace, luxury, and happiness. Crime, exploitation, and hereditary diseases have been conquered. This led to a gradual collapse of moral objections to incest.

Indeed, on Neo Sola, it is thought that a young person's loving relatives are best suited to help them lose their virginity, teach them about sex, and impregnate them when they become adults. After I repeated failed to craft an incest story that felt genuinely erotic, I was surprised by how believable

"Breeding The Bride"

felt to me.

I have one concern. My observation is that the kind of readers drawn to incest fiction are very different from the kind drawn to science fiction. Are there readers who'll enjoy a fusion of these genres? We shall see.

I classified this series as incest instead of sci-fi because I don't want some unsuspecting sci-fi fan to stumble across a story that they wouldn't knowingly read. Here in Part One of the seven-part

"Breeding The Bride,"

we meet Deja Admund, an 18-year-old virgin who wants to be deflowered and bred by her handsome Uncle Jone. Decide for yourself if you find the sexual traditions of Neo Sola to be believable.

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Deja's robot companion Maria helped the young woman rehearse her bridal dance. Weddings were important affairs for the people of Neo Sola. Almost two weeks of ceremonial functions preceded the actual wedding. The bridal dance was the first major event, and Deja was determined to stage a performance that would reflect well on her family.

"Pole dancing is an ancient Earth tradition," Maria said as she taught Deja the basic moves. They worked in a rented studio with side-by-side poles that allowed the graceful robot to teach her young friend how to do the twirl, split, caper, inversion, and other elements of the routine Maria choreographed. That morning the robot downloaded complete instructions on the art of exotic dancing, and she'd used this knowledge to create a memorable routine.

All young women on Neo Sola benefitted from genetic enhancements that improved their fitness and coordination, so they were all lovely and talented dancers. But Maria knew Deja wanted to make her bridal dance an erotic masterpiece that would make every man in the audience want to bid for the right to shred her maidenhead and breed her.

"Straighten that leg and point the toe," Maria said, guiding Deja through the steps. The day of the dance was approaching, and Deja still had much to learn, but Maria was certain she'd be ready. The young woman's genetically modified brain and body allowed her to master all kinds of performance arts quickly. Erotic dancing was a good showcase for Deja's most impressive skills.

They'd been working for nearly an hour when Maria noticed Deja displaying signs of fatigue. The young woman didn't complain - she was an upbeat person who rarely complained about anything - but Maria felt it was time to give her young companion a rest.

"You seem distracted," Maria said, giving Deja a flask of water. "Are you thinking about your uncle again?"

Deja blushed. She actually blushed. Maria loved the way her human companion expressed emotion so freely. It was her most endearing quality.

"You know me so well," Deja said.

No one knew Deja better than Maria. No one loved her more. The robot was purchased during the last days of Deja's gestation and then activated when she was born. The first skills downloaded by the young robot involved childcare; how to rock Deja to sleep, change her diaper, teach her to walk, and on and on and on. Maria knew that Deja's love for her uncle was no ordinary love.

"You hope he bids on you in the auction, don't you?" Maria said.

"Of course I do," Deja replied. "I'll just die if he doesn't win."

Maria doubted that. Deja's male relatives were fine, caring men who could be counted on to do a good job introducing her to the art of love. Deja was on good terms with all of them. But Maria knew the young woman's feelings about her Uncle Jone were special. She wanted him to take her virginity. Him and only him. Maria hoped Uncle Jone understood how important that was to her. The young virgin would be crushed if someone else won the bridal auction.

Perhaps I should share my concern with Robbie,

Maria thought to herself. Robbie was Uncle Jone's robot companion; he might have some insight into Jone's intentions.

Uncle Jone needs to know how Deja feels about him,

Maria thought to herself.

He needs to know she'll be devastated if anyone else wins the right to shred her hyman.

"When did you become so fond of Uncle Jone?" Maria said.

"Do you remember when our family went hunting for elk in the Cobalt Mountains?" Deja asked. It was a rhetorical question. Robots have perfect memories, so Maria remembered every detail of the trip. Back then Deja was a vibrant, excitable 14-year-old girl. Maria remembered how much she enjoyed hiking the mountain trails, swimming in the frigid lakes, and accompanying the adults on their hunts.

"There was a day when Uncle Jone took us out to harvest an elk," Deja said. "Everyone counted on him to provide fresh meat for a cookout that night, so we left early in search of a big bull. The drones found several nearby, and Uncle Jon picked a particularly impressive specimen. He led us to the elk, took aim, and fired.

"The elk went down with one shot. I was very impressed with his marksmanship. Back then I didn't realize the law required him to use self-guiding ammunition designed to pierce the heart and guarantee a quick, humane kill. All I knew was that my handsome, manly uncle harvested a magnificent animal. I'll never forget how dashing he looked in his hunting leathers. He made my little heart go pitter-pat."

"I remember what you were like back then," Maria said. "Too old to be a child. Too young to be a woman. I remember thinking how easily you embraced the joy of living. I didn't realize you were developing such deep feelings for Uncle Jone."

"Things got more serious for me later that day," Deja said. "Uncle Jone and Robbie carried the elk back to our lodge. They hung the animal from a rack so they could butcher it. I told him I wanted to watch. He said I was too young for that, but I insisted."

Marie reviewed the memory. "He asked me to keep an eye on you and intervene if you became upset as the butchering progressed," Maria said. "He knew that most girls your age would not want to watch someone process an animal."

"But I did want to watch it," Deja said. "I wanted to watch everything Uncle Jone did. He took off his shirt, got out the butchering knives, and worked with Robbie to remove the cuts of meat for that night's meal. Do you remember what he did next?"

"Of course," Maria said. "He told you that you should honor the elk for feeding us. He used his finger to smear blood on his forehead and yours. He asked if you wanted to be his assistant, letting you hand him the knives. When he was finished he gave you the job of carrying the backstrap loin to the barbecue pit. I remember that everyone was very happy with him for providing such a wonderful meal."

"I was too young to understand my feelings," Deja said. "But I understood that watching Uncle Jone working without a shirt at such a primal, manly task gave me a feeling of longing that made my heart beat faster. When he was finished, he told the family that I was very brave to help with such a grown-up task. I've never forgotten the sound of his words."

Maria put her arm around Deja's shoulders. "I hope he bids for you. I hope he wins. He must know how important it is to you."

"I would love to have his child," Deja said. "It would mean everything to me."

The pair went back to work rehearsing the dance. After Deja learned the choreography, it was time to move on to the next part of the lesson.

"You need to learn how to remove your costume," Maria said. "The dance you're doing is based on a very old ballet done on Earth. The music was written by a composer named Richard Strauss. It's inspired by the fable of Salome, a beautiful young woman who performs an erotic dance for a king."

"Never heard of it," Deja said.

"Very few people have," Maria said. "That's fine. It's not complicated. The music won't be familiar to many of the people who'll watch your dance, and few will know the story of Salome. But the idea that a beautiful young woman is performing a sexy dance to please a man goes perfectly with the theme of your bridal dance.

"You are going to perform a version of what's known as 'The Dance of the Seven Veils.' You'll walk out on stage in seven silk veils draped strategically over parts of your body. As the music proceeds, you'll artfully remove one veil after another. You'll remove the last veil just before the end, revealing your lovely nude body to the audience. I imagine that it will encourage the men there to enter bids for the right to take your virginity."

"Just as long as it encourages Uncle Jone," Deja said.

Maria had designed the costume and ordered its fabrication. She had Deja remove her clothes and then helped her don the seven veils. "You look very sexy," Maria said. "I'm sure the men will love watching you remove these veils one by one."

They began playing the music, with Maria demonstrating how the pole dance moves were intended to synchronize with the ballet. Things progressed remarkably well because Deja's genetically enhanced mind and body helped her learn quickly.

"Why are we doing pole dancing instead of ballet?" Deja said. "Wasn't this dance written as a ballet?"

"Yes, but nobody in the audience is going to know that," Maria said. "I choreographed this as a pole dance because you need something very erotic. Wait until you've learned it all. I'm sure you'll agree it's perfect for your bridal dance."

As they rehearsed, Marie told Deja when to remove each veil. "Take it off... now," she said seven times. "Look seductive as you do it. Make eye contact with individual men in the audience. Act as though you are performing for that individual. Make them feel like they are the king."

They finally finished. "I'll have you wear an earbud during the performance," Maria said. "If you forget, I'll cue you when you need to remove a veil, But I doubt that you'll need my help. Your last dance was almost perfect. We'll work some more, but I'm confident you'll do fine. Are you happy with the dance?"

"Maria, it's perfect. I'm so grateful," Deja said.

"I was sure you'd like it," Maria said. "When I downloaded the skills of choreography, the 'Dance of the Seven Veils' was the first thing I considered. You look very sexy. Very graceful. Very desirable. Alluring. Every man in the audience is going to want to breed you."

At that moment Maria received a message. It was from Robbie, Uncle Jone's robotic companion.

"I have some good news for you," Maria told Deja.

"Your Uncle Jone wants to inform you of his intention to bid for the right to take your virginity and breed you. He wishes to give you a chance to object. If you object, he will not enter the bidding. Do you object?"

Maria knew the answer before she asked. It was another rhetorical question.

"Object!? Object!? OF COURSE I don't object! Maria, that's the best news you could give me! Tell him I don't object!"

"May I suggest a slightly different response?" Maria said. "In this situation, etiquette demands that you tell Uncle Jone you are grateful that he informed you of his intentions. You should say you are pleasantly surprised by his interest, and that after careful consideration you have decided you would be honored if he bid on you. You should add that you would be pleased if he won, and it would make you especially happy if he successfully impregnates you. Telling a man you want him to breed you is the biggest compliment you can give."

"That's perfect!" Deja said. "Have Robbie tell him that!"

"Let's wait a few minutes," Maria said. "It isn't ladylike to appear too eager. You need time to 'carefully consider' what he said."

"I wish I could just tell him face to face!" Deja said. "I want him to know how much I love him!"

"I am quite sure he knows that," Maria said. "He has described you as his favorite niece many times. He would not want to bid on you if he didn't know of your affection."

There was one important detail Maria kept from Deja. The rules of etiquette on Neo Sola held that men only informed women of their intent to bid if they'd already decided they would do whatever it took to win. Unless something very unconventional happened, Deja would be bred by the man she desired most.

However, the cultural consensus on Neo Sola was that only married people (and robots, of course) knew these rules. It was agreed that many kinds of information would be withheld from citizens who were still virgins, and Maria knew it was her duty to allow Deja to be surprised when Uncle Jone won the auction. It would be more exciting that way.

There were many other things Deja didn't know, because her friends, relatives, and even her robot were not permitted to tell her. Her biggest source of ignorance involved sex. On Neo Sola, virgins were not permitted to know anything about sex until they experienced it for themselves.

There is a wide range of excellent pornography available on the planet, but virgins could neither see nor read it. The only reason it was possible to enforce this taboo was that young people were all given companion robots at birth. These robotic friends were constantly on duty protecting the innocence of their human wards.

This meant Deja would be completely chaste when Uncle Jone bid on her. Winning that auction meant more than winning her virginity and the right to breed her. He would also be the one who revealed all the mysteries of erotic love. It would make their time together more memorable for both of them.

Deja was tired by the end of the rehearsal. As she and Maria walked back to their apartment, Deja asked the biggest question that remained.

"Do you think he's as excited as me?"

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It turned out that Uncle Jone was even more excited than Deja. He'd never had a baby. The idea of breeding his favorite niece was unimaginably thrilling. There was nothing he wanted more than the experience of having a child of his own. He felt incredibly lucky to be so close to a wonderful niece like Deja at the moment she came of age. He'd loved her from childhood. Now that she was an adult, he yearned to make her a woman.

Part of Uncle Jone's feelings stemmed from an immutable reality. There were very few babies on Neo Sola. Procreation was a precious right that was seldom experienced.

There was good reason for that. As humanity spread across the galaxy, each generation remembered that their homeworld - Earth - was devastated by the voracious hunger of an ever-growing population that was much larger than the planet could sustain. By the end, humanity had cleared every forest, polluted the air and water, converted all wildlife habitats to farmland, destroyed almost all species, and relegated even the most magnificent large animals to zoos. What had been lush, wild, and green was gone.

It was a mistake that would not be made again. On Neo Sola and other colonial planets, the population was tightly controlled. People were only permitted to reproduce at levels that replaced the ones who died.

And that was a small number. Medical technology extended the lifespan to 300 years, so replacements weren't needed often. Genetic modifications eliminated all hereditary diseases, then found ways to make the human body resistant to every malady from infections to cancer. Using the same techniques breeders used to create superior cattle, successive generations of humans were stronger, smarter, and more creative. Psychiatric disorders were gradually reduced until all children were born with the kind of naturally sunny dispositions that led to happy, contented people.

On Neo Sola, the primary way birthing was controlled was by declaring that no one under the age of 18 could marry or breed. When a child became an adult on their 18th birthday, they were asked if they wished to marry and raise a child; it was such a valued privilege that almost all young people asked for it immediately.

When a young adult asked to marry and breed, their parents began searching for an appropriate spouse or wife. Deja's parents found a family with a promising 18-year-old son who had much to recommend him. The boy's parents agreed to pay a generous dowry, and Deja's family agreed to purchase an apartment for the young couple. The home included an elaborate nursery for the child who would be born nine months later.

The young people were not allowed to meet. Customs held that it was bad luck for the prospective bride and groom to know anything about each other until the moment they met on the altar. By that time it was hoped that the bride carried a baby in her belly, put there by the man who won an auction for the right to breed her.

Because the right of procreation was so precious, bids for a girl's virtue were usually very generous; the money went to the young couple, who used it to set up housekeeping together. There were also auctions for the virginity of the grooms, but bids were lower because no babies would result.

There were regular calls for legal reforms that would allow women who bid for a young man's virginity to be given the right to be bred by him. These calls were always rejected because it was understood that it would inevitably lead to a rate of population growth that could not be sustained without damaging the environment of Neo Sola.

Knowing that Deja gave him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to procreate, Uncle Jone got to work. He obtained a list of every man invited to the bridal auction and contacted each one. The conversations varied from person to person, but most of them proceeded much like the one he had with his cousin Abl.

"Hello cousin," Jone said. "Are you looking forward to Deja's auction?"

"Very much," Abl said. "Deja is a succulent young woman, isn't she? I can't wait to see her dance."

"It will be exciting, I'm sure," Jone said. "You should be sure to attend with a woman who'll help you deal with the arousal you are certain to feel after watching Deja perform."

"I was thinking of going by myself," Abl said. "I plan to win the auction for Deja. I thought it would be more fun to let her relieve my arousal."

That was a good-natured lie. Everyone in the family knew that Jone was enamored with his sexy niece. Abl understood that Jone was calling to get Abl to promise to enter a bid, but to let Jone win.

"I think it would be wonderful if you bid," Jone said. "In fact, I'd like to ask you to bid more than 40. You could even bid 45. But I plan to bid 50, and I ask that you let me win."

"I'll do that for you. And for her," Abl said. "That sweet girl needs to know what it's like to see a crowd of frenzied men bidding for her virginity. I'll be appropriately clamorous. But everyone knows she wants you, Jone.

"You're bidding 50? That is... magnanimous. Did you win the lottery? Get an inheritance? Rob a bank?"

"None of the above," Jone said. "I've been saving for this occasion. I want the best for my niece. When her girlfriends learn that someone paid 50 for the privilege of shredding Deja's maidenhead, they'll spread that gossip until every girl on Neo Sola is jealous."