Daughter's Incestuous Wedding
Avalon Young -- May 2056
Vanessa, my now eighteen-year-old daughter, suckled at my breast. It was just after midnight. She was now an adult. I stroked her red hair, still in a braid. I groaned at the feel of her hungry nursing, loving this. It had been so many years since I weaned her as a baby. Not it was so naughty. My milk flowed into her mouth. It squirted into her mouth. My cunt squeezed. I rubbed my thighs together. I groaned, the pleasure rippled through me.
I gripped her hair as I calmed her down. She was scared of losing her cherry. She didn't have to have sex with Daddy. I wanted her to, but I wouldn't push her to. It had to be her choice. Daddy would never take advantage of her.
She wanted a bedtime tale to calm her down.
I trembled, her arms wrapped around me. "My wedding day to Daddy was such a special day. I was so excited. I wore this amazing, white dress that hugged my pregnant belly."
Her blue eyes, the same hue as my mother and Grandmother Rachel, stared up at me. Her lips sealed tight about my nipple as she squirmed in my embrace. She was so beautiful. She was gorgeous. My precious daughter. Daddy and I had come together to make her.
"My wedding dress
really
showed off my breasts," I said. "They were nice and round, bigger than your grandmother's. She said that with pride. My skirt was short and..."
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Avalon Young -- May 2038
The organ played as I stepped out into the back of the church in my wedding dress. We'd rented it from an understanding pastor. I trembled as my wedding dress rustled about me. It clung to my pregnant body. My breasts, swelled larger than Mommy's, jiggled in my blouse. I held my bouquet of flowers before me, resting them against the swell of my pregnant belly.
I was about to pop.
I was eager to marry Daddy and Mommy. I didn't want to wait until after I gave birth. I wanted to be theirs before that wonderful day. I trembled as the small audience, a collection of understanding friends, all stared at me. Clint's harem dominated their own section. I beamed at them all as I advanced down the aisle at a stately pace.
My short skirt showed off all of my thigh-high stockings. They whisked with my every step. My veil tumbled about my face. I felt so beautiful. Eighteen and getting married to my parents. It was such a wonderful day.
Mommy and Daddy waited at the altar. He looked so handsome in his tux. Tall and broad shoulder. His red hair, dotted with gray, was combed back. He held Mommy's hands as he stared at me with his green eyes. Mommy wore her own white wedding dress, though her bodice wasn't nearly as daring as mine. Her veil wasn't falling over her face.
I was glad she fit in it since they married. I remembered their wedding day, bouncing in the pew, excited to be their flower girl. Now I was joining them. My heart fluttered. My entire body trembled as I reached them.
I handed off my bouquet to Heaven Wilson, my friend smiling in her blue dress. She clutched it, a promise ring on her own finger. You couldn't tell, but she was pregnant with her half-brother's baby. That was such a beautiful thing.
Then I took Daddy's and Mommy's hands. We formed a triangle. I trembled with my excitement. My hands squeezed both their hands. Daddy's grip was strong and Mommy's grip was gentle. She stroked the back of my hand. Heat rushed through me.
"What a beautiful sight," said Minako Mihara. She was dressed like a Shinto priestess in a white kimono-like blouse that tucked into red, skirt-like pants. They were voluminous. She stood tall and delicate, her black hair pulled back, her face delicate. "We are gathered here to celebrate the love of this family."
I shuddered, squeezing both my parents' hands. Mommy had tears in her blue eyes. They beaded along the corners and gathered on her eyelashes. Daddy's were misty and had a huge smile on his face. I was so glad to join them. My heart beat faster and faster while Vanessa shifted inside of me.
My little baby was as eager as me.
I hardly heard what Minako was saying. Stuff about love and marriage and the beauty of incest. She called upon her sibling gods, Izanagi and Izanami, to bless us. I was just so overwhelmed by all of this, that joy flitted through me. My eyes flicked from Daddy's handsome expression to Mommy's beautiful face, the world gauzy through my veil.
My dress rustled around my body. My breasts swelled the bodice. I squeezed both their hands as my excitement mounted. I held them tight as this heady situation rippled through me. I was dizzy, and they were my anchors. I was going to be their wife forever. I was going to join their family.
Then my parents broke away from my hands. I blinked as Daddy turned to his best man. Clint stood there in his own tux. He was a handsome guy, not as old as Daddy, but strong, possessing the sort of confidence of a man who knew his own worth. He needed that confidence to possess his own harem of gorgeous wives, most of whom were his sisters. Clint handed over a pair of rings. Daddy handed one to Mom, my heart beating.
I trembled as Mommy and Daddy took my left hand together. I whimpered as they both held their wedding bands, each one ready to slip on me. My heart beat faster and faster. Suddenly, I could hear everything Minako said.
"Harrison Young, with this ring, you symbolize your desire to love, cherish, and honor your daughter and take her to be your wife," she said, her voice ringing. "It is a symbol of your binding promise to always be her loving daddy. To treasure and cherish her, to protect her, and to discipline her when she's naughty, until death do you part."
"I do," Daddy said. I trembled, tears beading my eyes now as he slipped on a slender, gold band with a pink diamond on it. So similar to the one Mommy wore. The ring slipped over my finger. I trembled, this dizzying wave of heat shot through me.
"Melissa Young, with this ring, you symbolize your desire to love, cherish, and honor your daughter and take her to be your wife. It is a symbol of your binding promise to always be her loving mommy. To treasure and cherish her, to support her, and to nurture her when she needs your motherly affection, until death do you part."
"I do," Mommy said, her voice quivering as she slid a thicker, gold band over my finger, pressing it against Daddy's ring.
"Avalon Young, will you love, cherish, and honor your parents and take them to be your husband and wife," Minako said, her voice growing stronger. "Do you swear always to be their nubile daughter and to always love your parents. To treasure and cherish them, to love them, and to always give them your passion, until death do you part."
"I do!" I declared in a ringing voice, both my parents' hands clutching mine.
"Then with the blessing of Izanagi and Izanami, divine brothers and sisters wedded through incestuous love, and..." she said. I was having trouble focusing on her words as my excitement swelled. This was all so much. I was Mommy's and Daddy's bride now. "...declare you man and wives. You may kiss your daughter-bride."
Mommy and Daddy both lifted my veil. I trembled. My breasts jiggled in my pearl-studded bodice as I stared at them. I was so happy. This surge of joy rushed through me. My heart pounded excitement through me. My nipples tingled. My pregnant belly jiggled. I couldn't breathe. They were leaning over me. Daddy's strong hand cupped my chin.
They both nuzzled into me. They kissed me. Their lips pressed against mine. The three of us were united. I threw my arms around both their necks. I kissed them with such hunger while our friends cheered behind us. They were all celebrating our passion. They were all so excited to witness our incestuous wedding.
It was all so amazing. Our tongues caressed each other. I swayed, my fiery curls brushing Mommy's red hair. Tears seasoned our three-way kiss with passion. It was all so incredible. I loved them so much.
Then they broke the kiss and we were married. A giddy rush shot through me. A dizzying sway shook my body. I clutched to Daddy as I felt so dizzy. The cheers were all around us. I blinked away the tears as I faced them all.