Breeding The Bride
Part 2 of 7
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The most popular stories on 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 repeatedly failing 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 different 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 Two of the seven-part
"Breeding The Bride,"
Jone Admund breeds his lovely niece Deja.
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Things happened quickly after the auction. Deja and Uncle Jon went straight to the aircraft that would take them to the beach resort for their week-long trip. They were accompanied by their companion robots, Maria and Robbie, who carried the luggage. Deja had not flown before, so she looked forward to exploring a part of Neo Sola she'd never experienced. She'd never seen an ocean except in videos, so she was especially anxious to splash in the surf and walk on the sand.
Uncle Jone was even more excited. Although he looked forward to spending time at the resort - which he knew was very luxurious - he was far more interested in sharing the week with his alluring niece, who was counting on him to take her virginity and put a baby in her belly.
During the flight, he could not resist admiring her beauty, which was remarkable even by the standards of Neo Sola, where all the women were beautiful. Female genomes were engineered that way. Generations ago, women decided they wanted D-cup breasts that would never sag, tight perky bottoms shaped like hearts, long curvy legs, and smooth flawless skin. Most of them (including Deja) had golden blonde hair. It took time to modify their genetics to produce this idealized vision of feminine beauty, but it was standardized many generations before Deja was born.
Still, there were always small variations from one individual to the next. Some women had slightly curvier legs. Larger eyes. Thinner waists. Straighter hair. Nature always ensured that no two women looked exactly alike.
Within that range of possibilities, Deja had the good luck to possess qualities that made her extraordinarily lovely. Uncle Jone had been overwhelmed by the sight of her nude body during the Bridal Dance. He could not help looking over at Deja and imagine holding her in his arms.
"Look, Uncle!" she said as their aircraft ascended. "The city looks so small from up here!" He was charmed by her youthful enthusiasm. Uncle Jone had seen the city from this altitude many times. It was indeed impressive seeing the massive structure recede into the distance, but he was incapable of being as awed as his innocent niece.
He could not stop imagining the enthusiastic ways he expected her to react to the things he would do to her during their week together. "What can you tell me about what we'll do next week?" she asked him.
"Very little, I'm afraid," Uncle Jone said. "Our customs dictate that I protect your innocence as long as possible. I can tell you that we will participate in traditional ceremonies intended to let you experience all of the important elements of erotic love. But I am supposed to make sure you are surprised each time. I don't know how these traditions became part of our culture, but I'm confident you'll be pleased with things in the end.
"I am permitted to tell you that some of the things you'll be required to do may seem strange at first. It's best if you keep an open mind. Just do what I tell you, and decide what you think afterward."
"I'll do anything you ask of me, uncle," Deja said. "I trust you."
Uncle Jone put one arm around Deja's shoulders and pulled her to him. She loved the feeling of closeness. Her uncle's body was warm, muscular, and very masculine. He smelled good. Manly. The males of Neo Sola were significantly taller and heavier than the females, and being held in Uncle Jone's strong arms made Deja hope they arrived at the resort soon. She was anxious for him to take her to bed, even though she had no idea what he'd do to her there.
They realized they were getting close when the aircraft reached the coast, giving them a beautiful view of the beach, the surf, and the distant mountains. They finally arrived at the resort, which was larger than Deja expected. There were several big swimming pools, a sprawling collection of retail shops and restaurants, and a high-rise building that held the individual suites. Each suite had a large, comfortable balcony. Deja wondered which one was for her and Uncle Jone.
As soon as the aircraft settled on one of the landing pads, it was swarmed by robots. One attached the cable to recharge its batteries. Another inspected the craft to verify it wasn't damaged during the trip. Two others waited for the passengers to disembark so they could clean the cabin and prepare it for the next flight. Uncle Jone, Deja, Maria, and Robbie entered the resort at the lobby level.
Deja was suitably awed by the majestic architecture, which was more elegant than the public spaces back in the city. It took longer than expected for them to reach their suite, which was located on one of the upper floors. There was a fine view of the ocean.
"This is lovely, Uncle!" Deja said as she entered the suite. The walls, floor, and ceiling were spotless white, much of the furniture was white, and the interior was separated from the white-themed balcony by a floor-to-ceiling wall of glass. It made the suite look so light and airy that Deja and Uncle Jone could not help but feel comfortable and happy with the place that would be their home for the next week.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Uncle Jone asked Deja.
"I'm not hungry, Uncle. At least, I'm not hungry for food," she said, looking at him with a sly smile. "There's something else I'd rather do right now."
Uncle Jone agreed. There was no reason to wait. "Robbie, would you prepare the love potions, please?" he said.
"Love potions?" Deja asked.
"Yes. Now that we are about to begin, I am permitted to tell you something about what is going to happen," Uncle Jone said. "Have you ever heard the word 'aphrodisiac' niece?"
"I don't think so," she replied.
"It's a medical term," Uncle Jone said. "An aphrodisiac is a pharmaceutical that has sexual effects. Doctors and scientists use that term. Ordinary people like us call them 'love potions.' There are many types. The simplest types enhance a person's interest in having sex."
"I don't think I could be more interested than I am at this moment, uncle," Deja said.
"I feel the same, Deja," he replied. "The time has come for me to tell you that today you need to drink a certain type of love potion that has a certain effect."
At that moment Robbie emerged from the small kitchen. He carried two glasses of a milky liquid. "Try it," Uncle Jone said.
Deja sipped the drink, which was sweet and fruity. "Delicious," she said.
"I'm glad you feel that way. Keep drinking. We have to finish it before we continue," Uncle Jone said. "What you need to know is that this potion will change your body in a fundamental way, Deja. You already know that our ancestors modified our genomes to make us healthier. Stronger. Smarter. Your genetics have been enhanced in other ways. Ways that alter your capacity to enjoy sex.
"I'm not supposed to share any details, but I can tell you that today we're going to activate a part of your genome that will make sex more enjoyable for the rest of your life," Uncle Jone said. What he wasn't telling her was that the potion enhanced her ability to be multi-orgasmic, it made orgasms stronger, and it increased the likelihood of simultaneous orgasms.
When Uncle Jone gave Deja a climax while she was under the influence of the love potion, it would alter her biochemistry. Once altered, Deja's body would have a forced orgasm any time it sensed that her partner climaxed. It wouldn't matter if the man came in her pussy, mouth, or ass. She would reflexively climax explosively.
This meant that every time she had sex, it would always end with a simultaneous orgasm, making the act much more satisfying. Uncle Jone drank a potion ensuring that when he climaxed, he would flood Deja's pussy with traces of the chemical that activated the permanent change.
They finished the drink, and Deja asked if it was time for them to retire to the bedroom. "Not quite yet, dear," Uncle Jone said. "It will take a few minutes for the potions to take effect. I have an idea for how we can spend the time. I just loved your Bridal Dance. It was inspiring. Would you do it for me now?"
"I'd love to, Uncle! It won't be easy without my costume and a pole," Deja said.
"That's not a problem," he replied. "Robbie, could you lower the pole?" Robbie picked up a remote, pushed a button, and a brass pole descended from the ceiling and latched onto the floor. Maria stood up and said, "I brought your costume, Deja." Deja ran to the bedroom, where Maria helped her remove her clothes and put on the seven veils she wore during the dance that morning.
"I love this costume," Deja said. "I feel very slutty wearing this."
To understand her comment, you need to know that the language of Neo Sola evolved in a unique direction. On most planets, the word 'slut' is an insulting slur applied to promiscuous women thought to have sex with too many casual partners.
But on Neo Sola, it was strange to imagine a person could have too much sex with too many people. When birth control became mandatory, and all sexually transmitted diseases were eliminated, people came to see sex as a satisfying pastime that could be enjoyed as often as desired.
Even people in deeply committed relationships had sex with other people. In time, the taboos surrounding incest also collapsed, and people came to think that having relationships with loving relatives was the most rewarding kind of sex possible. Brothers and sisters. Parents and grandparents. Aunts, uncles and cousins. Nothing was forbidden or taboo.
In this culture, all women hoped to be called a slut. It implied that they were satisfying and desirable partners. Deja wanted people to see her as a slut, but she felt an insecurity that was common among virgins on Neo Sola. She feared that after she became sexually active, she would not find enough partners who wanted her in their beds.
To look at her, you might think this was an odd fear for such a sexy, beautiful girl. But she was young, and her insecurity would not be resolved until Uncle Jone introduced her to erotic love and proved she was good at it. Only then would she be secure in the knowledge that she was the kind of slut she aspired to be.
Uncle Jone took a seat across from the pole. It put him much closer to the dance than when Deja performed it before. He liked the idea of getting a better view of Deja as she stripped off her clothes. The love potion would have taken effect by the end of the dance. The erotic dance should help him find more than enough inspiration to take her virginity and breed her.
