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."
