The day finally arrived that had been long prepared for my twenty-year-old nephew and me. I was fit and still quite attractive for a thirty one year old woman. In a few short hours I would be legally married to my sister’s eldest son Jonathon. It had been planned all of my life. Every third generation since the year 2020 close relatives had to marry and bear offspring. It wasn’t as though there was an option. You had to marry such a close relative for society’s benefit.
By now most genetic defects had been weeded out. The fact that inbreeding had beneficial effects had only been fully understood during the past eighty years. Jonathon had been my designated partner from early on. Now he was of age we were to be paired. In truth we had now been lovers for about two years. We had been encouraged to enjoy each other’s company from early on. Indeed consanguineous relations were now a part of the curriculum at school. Our impending marriage was not looked upon as anything other than a normal partnership . A few of my friends had even entered into such parings. My best friend, Emma, was now 3 months pregnant with her son’s baby.
My sister was here , along with my mother and father helping me prepare for my upcoming nuptials. I wore a simple on piece wedding dress that had belonged to my mother. Underneath I wore a waist clincher and matching white stockings , panties and bra. I also wore my obligatory garter belt. Emma was the helping me with my make up. I handed my cervical cap and packs of condoms to my best friend for disposal. Now I was marrying I would have no further need for them. Other forms of contraception were also forbidden to use now I was about to be married. Indeed Jonathon and I were expected to breed together. The thought of having his baby was as much a turn on for me as it was for him.
I was already by the time the taxi arrived to take me to the church. Jonathon was waiting at the altar as my father and I entered to the Wedding March. My nephew was a handsome young man. I had almost forgotten how handsome he was. Very soon the vicar was going through the marriage ritual. All I really remembered about it were a few words. “ We are here gathered today for the marriage of Katie and Jonathon, auntie and nephew.” Then my mind was a blur. His final words suddenly came back to me. “If there is anyone here who has just cause that their marriage should not go ahead let them now speak or forever hold their piece.” My heart skipped a beat for a couple of seconds as he said this. Then he was pronouncing us man and wife, auntie and nephew. Then we posed for more photos after we signed the register.
Then we went outside for more photos to be taken. I threw my poesy .My sister caught it .She was stood with our elder brother’s son, Jason. They were very close now her husband was gone from the scene. There could be another wedding in the offing very shortly, I thought. Then we were in the taxi again going to the reception.
Soon everyone was seated and the formalities were over with. We cut the cake, together. The photographer made some crass remark as we did so, “make sure you penetrate it properly.” He had said to my husband nephew. I only thought he would be doing and very shortly for I knew that both our quite high sex drives had been genetically enhanced. After the reception we were then taken back home for a short while to prepare for the evening’s events. We both knew that our marriage was about to be consummated. Jonathon carried me across the threshold and into the hallway and straight upstairs. He laid me down on the bed. We started to undress each other. We both stood up and looked into each other’s eyes. “I love you Auntie Katie,” He said, “I’ve always loved you.” I told him I loved him too. “I’ll do anything for you Johnny.” He knew I was approaching my most fertile time. I undid his jacket as he unzipped my dress. One by one our items of clothing were discarded.
Shortly I was naked except for my stockings and garter belt. He had a wonderful physique. I stroked his chest as he suckled my breasts. I didn’t need any lubrication .I was positively dripping with anticipation. I lay back on the bed and spread my thighs for my nephew/husband. I eased him into my wet, waiting and wanton body. I thrust back in unison with him .By now we had become accustomed to each other’s wants and needs. I raised my legs as high as they would go. He put my legs around his shoulders. I held onto him as tightly as I could. I felt my time coming as he thrust in and out of me. I felt him tense as I too orgasmed and felt my cervix spasm as his hot seed hit it like a powerjet. I swear I could feel him lining my uterus with his life giving seed.
He collapsed on top of my legs still around his shoulders. We looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed an eternity. He released my legs but we still lay coupled. We gently kissed and caressed one another. When we were done we just lay there. Neither one of us made an attempt to part for the moment. His semi limp rod still filled my love tunnel. Then the phone rang. This jolted us out of our little world. Jonathan reached over and took the receiver. He still made no attempt to pull out. “Yes we’ll be outside in about 15 minutes.” This signified we would be going back to the reception shortly.
Reluctantly we parted for the time being. Some of his semen whooshed out as he withdrew. He helped me clean up. For safety’s sake I put on a pantie pad underneath my knickers. I knew from experience when he came he could fill me up. I decided to put on a more casual yellow floral dress to return to the reception.
Jonathon changed his suit for a less formal one. The rest of the night was a blur. We were greeted and congratulated by all our relatives and friends. My sister and Jason were getting on very well together. The evening soon passed and t was time to leave. Tomorrow we would be going on our honeymoon to Edinburgh for a week. However we still had the rest of the night to ourselves. The rest of the night was a continuation of where we had left off in the afternoon. Up in our bedroom we were soon mating again. This time his talk was more insistent. I’m going to keep you pregnant until you’re forty Auntie.” He told me .He knew baby talk really turned me on.
This time I knew he really meant it. I lay back and enjoyed him .My thighs were spread as far apart as they would go. To facilitate deeper penetration he, once again, lifted my legs above his manly shoulders. We both came together in a haze of sexual frenzy. All the while I thought about how my body would cope with my forthcoming pregnancy. I lay back and held him tight as his seed hit my cervix with a sudden fury. “Oh yes,” I cried, “make me pregnant. I want your babies.” Then we lay together one more time. This time there would be no obtrusive phone call to tear us apart. We lay there still coupled until he was ready to seed me again. We mated another 3 times before we finally fell asleep, still coupled around about 2 am.
The next morning was one mad rush. We were soon up and dressed. We managed a quickie in the shower before breakfast. Then we went to Preston station and on to Edinburgh for our honeymoon. Thankfully someone drove us there. The next few days were a haze of love and sex. Jonny mated with me everywhere he wanted. We even managed a quickie at the top of the Scott monument. We spent a lot of time in bed trying to make the next generation. By the time we arrived back home we both knew there was a good chance we had succeeded in our goal of making a baby.
I knew I was pregnant when my period didn’t come a few weeks later. A simple test done a few days later confirmed I was pregnant with my nephew’s baby. Four months down the line, when I was getting bigger, it was confirmed I was having twins.
When I was five months gone we both attended mum and Jason’s wedding. They felt they couldn’t leave it any longer to get married for she was three months gone and just starting to show when they walked down the aisle.
Jonathon was there for the birth almost nine months since our wedding. We named the two twin girls Amanda and Amie. Within three months I was expecting again. This time I had a little boy to keep his two sisters company.
As I write this I am 4 months pregnant, in maternity clothes with our third baby. Little George is now seven months old. I am now a full time mother and wife. Jonathon says he wants at least another four children and has promised to keep me in maternity clothes until I’m at least forty. I don’t mind. I truly do love him and I will willingly comply with his request.
Mum is now pregnant with her second baby to Jason. They have a lovely little girl, Julie, to keep their latest addition company when she gives birth in four months time.
I have met up with a few of my ex work colleagues who are now expecting their son’s babies as well. My hometown is turning into a regular little incest babymaker’s paradise.
