Daughter Incestuous Toy
Avalon Young -- January 2038
"I hear you're making friends with my daughter," Dr. Wilson said as he wielded over the 4D ultrasound to the bed.
"Yes, Heaven's great," I said as I sat on the hospital bed, both my parents with me. They were on the other side of the bed from my OB/GYN. Mommy held my hand, a bright smile on her face framed by her red hair. "She's hoping to get bred by her brother. They practice a lot during lunch."
Dr. Wilson, a man my mommy's age with light brown hair and blue eyes, smiled. "That runs in the family."
I giggled. He was "married" to Nurse Wilson at my college. They were brother and sister. Heaven was their daughter while Devin was his son with his own mother. That was so naughty. So Devin was both Heather's half-brother
and
her uncle. Just like mommy was also my half-sister. Of course, my baby was both my child and my sibling.
Dr. Wilson pulled up the front of my hospital gown to expose my flat belly. His gloved hands rubbed gel across my belly. Then he brought the probe to my stomach and we all glanced at the screen. Mommy squeezed my hand as...
A 3d image appeared of my child. It was so lifelike. You could see my baby's little fingers curling, eyes closed. The doctor looked at the screen as he manipulated the probe, shifting the view of my baby. I shuddered, tears beading in my eyes.
My baby was right there, looking so whole and real. I wanted to reach out and touch the screen. Mommy squeezed my fingers tight. Daddy leaned over the bed to stare at our child. He made this sound choked with emotion. It was a miracle we made inside of me. A union of our bodies.
Proof of our incestuous love.
"So, want to learn the sex of your child?" Dr. Wilson asked.
I nodded, the tears building and building. My heart felt so squeezed.
"You are having a daughter. Congratulations. She looks healthy. Development is right on track for 18 weeks."
As he talked, I just stared at the screen. Daddy's hand found my knee, squeezing me while Mommy held my hand. I could feel all three of us staring at the miracle. The third generation of daughters bred by Daddy.
* * *
Melissa Young
Later that day, I couldn't get the image of my granddaughter out of my mind. The 4d ultrasound was so much more realistic than the black and white ultrasound from nineteen years ago. It stayed with me after we left Dr. Wilson's office and returned home. It was the same clinic I went to, though then the Dr. Wilson had been his mother. She'd handed over her practice to him when she retired.
I had to get it out. I found it in my closet, sat on my bed, and stroked the white cover, a cherub face in the center.
Trembling, I opened Avalon's baby book. The first thing in there was a picture of the ultrasound. My finger touched her image. She was so small back then, just growing inside of me. Tears burned in my eyes as I remembered that day, the pulse of the ultrasound, my nervousness as Daddy held my hand. Dr. Wilson had a big smile on her face as she moved around the ultrasound.
She had been pregnant with Devin then, not that she was showing. She and my friend Jenny were both pregnant a month earlier than me, bred by James, the current Dr. Wilson. My finger caressed Avalon's figure, tracing her head and down to her little hand curled up before her.
"Is that me?"
I looked up to find Avalon at the foot of the bed, her fiery hair sweeping about her youthful face. Eighteen, as young as I was when this ultrasound was taken. She wore a pair of plaid boy shorts that clung to her hips and a tank top, her round breasts stretching out the cloth, nipples poking at the fabric and the start of her baby bump swelling the cloth. She started showing two weeks ago.
"Yeah," I said. "That's you. You were such a cute baby even then."
Avalon climbed onto the bed. She had her own baby book for my granddaughter, an image of the 4D ultrasound placed in hers. The technology had existed when I was young, but it wasn't standard equipment yet.
"You know," my daughter said, leaning against me, "you and Daddy never told me how you actually got together."
"Didn't we?" I asked, staring down at the ultrasound of her. "Surely we did." We were telling her about that months ago. It had all been so exciting with her being pregnant. We had to buy so many new things.
Why did we give away most of Avalon's baby stuff?
"Nope," she said. "You told me about your dinner date, but not about how you and Daddy actually did it the first time."
"Hmm," I said. "What will you give me if I do?"
My daughter gave me a serious look. "I'll fuck you with my strap-on, Mommy."
I couldn't help but laugh at Avalon's seriousness. Her green eyes were so bright, her lips so cute. She loved her strap-on. It was a gift from Heaven. The Wilson girl was a sweet thing. Though the two had only met at the start of the school year, they'd become fast friends. The girls had declared since they were both born in the summer, and that was so far away, they should celebrate their birthdays and get each other gifts.
Avalon bought her a sexy pair of lingerie to wear to really inspire her brother to breed her. Heaven gave Avalon the bright pink dildo that came complete with a purple harness. The dildo was segmented like a caterpillar's body, the end curving up to a blunt hook that felt amazing pumping into you.
Daddy loved it when we used it on each other.
"Deal," I said. "Go tell your daddy it's bedtime."
"He's watching the game," Avalon said.
"He can pause it and finish watching it later," Mommy purred. "Tell him he's getting lucky tonight."
Avalon gave a wicked giggle. "He gets lucky every night. He has two horny daughters he has to keep happy."
I joined my daughter in naughty laughter. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her hard. She was such a treasure to have in my life. My tongue thrust past her lips. It swirled around in her mouth while she trembled against me.
* * *
Avalon Young
Daddy liked watching his football live. The 49ers were playing against those nasty Seahawks and he was into it. That was until I darted naked before him, bent over, and wiggled my rump and pregnant pussy at him.
"It's time to tell me a bedtime tale. Mommy says you can watch your game later."