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Married at Birth

By: CreepyUnclePete
folder Original - Misc › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 1
Views: 746
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Category: Original - Misc › General
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 1
Views: 746
Reviews: 0
Recommended: 0
Currently Reading: 0
Disclaimer: This is a science fiction story. Any resemblance to real people is accidental, and probably disgusting. Enjoy the fantasy, but don't try to have sex with unwilling or underage partners. If in doubt, ask your local police for advice.

one

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Year 2305 CE, Earth, central Alaska, Fairbanks

=== SOOKEE

My earliest clear memory is me sitting in my husband Kazzar’s lap, facing and leaning on him, with my legs wrapped partway around his waist. We were nude on the padded living room floor, as usual. He helped our parents potty train me the year before, so I didn’t need diapers anymore. He’d just turned eight years old, so I must have been nearly four.

It didn’t hurt when his small penis entered my anus and rectum, it just felt very strange. He penetrated my front hole often, sometimes five or six times a day. I wouldn't be mature enough to climax for eight years, and he wouldn't for another three. Still, I sort of liked regular sex. It was warm and comfortable and felt kind of nice, like a hug. I was glad I could make him happy by hugging his wiener with my little kitty. Calling it a kitty seemed wrong though, since I wouldn’t have any hair down there for a decade.

He was very nice, and took good care of me most of the time. I loved laying on his legs with his dickie in my mouth while we slept, and sat in his lap most of the day. At mealtimes I was supposed to hold the spoon and eat on my own, but it was nice he held me in his lap and fed me most of the time, usually with my tiny slit impaled on him.

Anal felt very different, uncomfortable and sort of icky. Things were supposed to push their way OUT of my bottom hole, not IN. We'd watched several of our parents having anal sex, but experiencing it myself was quite odd.

He asked, “You okay, Sookee?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but… weird.”

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to take it out?” The look on his face showed he was concerned, but greatly enjoyed having it inside me.

I didn’t want to disappoint my favorite person and main caregiver. Since there wasn’t any pain, I replied, “Weird, but it's okay.”

“Great, baby! I’m so glad you like it!” He rocked his hips, sliding his little boy boner in and out of my pooper. I reluctantly let him do it, since it made him so happy.

My birth mother Claira saw us having anal sex. She reminded him, “Kazzar, take a shower with her when you’re done. After it’s been in her butt, don’t put it in her other holes until you wash.”

“I know. I want her clean, and healthy, and happy. And on my weenie, always!”

He was desperately in love with fucking me, and with me sucking his manhood often, err, boyhood often.

I loved him and needed the care he and our parents provided.

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Four Years Earlier - 2301

=== KAZZAR

With three fathers and five mothers, our pod was quite a typical modern family. Some households had as many as twelve parents, but a few wealthy ones only had the minimum of four. Mine worked a lot and were frugal with money, so they could finally afford a birth permit for me after nine years together. Over time most of them got promotions or better jobs. It only took them another four and a half years to buy a second permit, so they could make my wife-sister Sookee. As an adult many years later, I felt quite guilty my parents spent nearly everything they earned on making my wife-sister and I. They sacrificed a LOT to have kids.

Wenda was the youngest and joined our pod only two years before they made me, so she had to carry me in her womb and only got to contribute four percent of my DNA, instead of about fourteen like my other seven parents. I came out of Wenda’s body, but I’d be closer related to my great-great grandparents or third-cousins in a traditional no-lab family. We still loved and treated each other as mother and son, though.

My moms didn't like it sometimes, but let my dads put their big penises in their mouths or other holes whenever they wanted. They told me it was important that I watch, so I would be good at it later. My dads and mom Wenda liked to kiss the women's lower holes in front, too, but only Royce enjoyed kissing bottoms. He kissed and licked my bum many times after baths. It felt nice but very strange, especially when his tongue penetrated my anus. He was my only dad that liked to lick and suck my little penis, too.

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On the most important day of my life, my moms Shireen, Wenda, and Claira sat on the cushioned living room floor with me. Children and parents weren’t supposed to have favorites, but the three still breastfed me a year after my other mothers stopped.

We were all nude, as usual. Other than sunhats or shoes, most people only wore clothes on the rare winter days when it was chilly outside. Most of the year it was so hot out they hurried to shut the door, so it wouldn't heat up our little apartment. There was just a kitchen, small bathroom, and the living room. We spent most of our time in the living room, and slept together there as a comfy cluster of bodies. During the coldest weeks of winter, we cuddled together beneath our family's only blanket. We had enough food to eat most of the time, and a small wallscreen for entertainment, but little else.

I finished drinking from one of Claira’s big purple nipples. She said, “Sorry, but that’s the last time I can breastfeed you today. I need to save it for the baby. Do you want to try some pureed vegetables, pudding, or applesauce? Maybe a cookie?”

I pouted and replied, “No. Not that hungry.” I was sad they would quit giving me so much body milk, and I had to learn to eat regular food. I knew my soon-to-be-born wife-sister would need the nutrition far more than I did, but felt like she was stealing it from me. I thought a while and offered, “I don’t like daddy milk much. She can have it all.”

Shireen smiled and said, “Good. That’s very generous of you. The baby will get most of our milk. I think you’re old enough to try kitty juice, if you want some.” She spread her labia with her fingers.

I felt a bit queasy and replied, “Uh, I dunno…”

She kissed my cheek and reassured me, “When you’re ready, no rush. Wenda and your dads love it.”

Wenda said, “I do! It’s delicious! Claira is having your baby wife in a few hours. You need to learn some things, to be a good big brother and a good husband.”

My other mom Jessa got home from work as Shireen explained, “We’ll teach you how to change her diapers later. Little ones suck milk out of boobs and penises, but they even like sucking things when they’re not hungry. In the old days, people used hunks of rubber or plastic as baby pacifiers, but it’s much better if they suck on natural things. Family members’ body parts are best.”

Claira continued, “Things like fingers or a small penis. When you were a baby, we let you suck our fingers and your dads’ dicks a lot. When she’s not eating, you should put your little wiener in your wife’s mouth. It will get stiff and make you feel good. It’s safer than fingers, too, because it doesn’t have fingernails that might hurt her mouth.”

I wondered aloud, “I can feed her man milk, like my dads do for me?”

“You’re only four, so you won’t have man milk for six or eight years. Still, she’ll like sucking on it, and it will feel good. I can’t wait to see our baby sucking on my precious boy!”, my birth mother Wenda said.

I asked her, “Maybe we should practice? Will you suck me?”

She smiled but replied, “It’s nice you think so highly of me, but you should save it a few hours for your new wife.”

I asked, “Why don’t I have a name yet? Why doesn’t the baby?”

“It’s luckiest for spouses to name each other. You can give her a name once she’s born, and she’ll give you one when she’s old enough to talk.”

“But, but I’ll be, like ten then!”

“Hehehe! More like seven or eight. You don’t really need a name until you’re ten and start school. It’s fine, sweetie. I’m SO glad they changed schooling ages! It was pretty hard sitting still all day when I was a kid!”

The front door opened and my oldest father Mikken walked in. He said, “The midwife and shaman are on the way. The birth appointment is in forty minutes.”

I asked, “The shaman prays for a safe birth?”

He explained, “No, teleport extraction is totally safe now. It’s important that he marry you two the minute she’s born.”

Wenda added, “Loners have very hard lives, without spouses or children. We want her married right away, so she’s never a loner.”

I wondered and asked, “I’m not married yet. Am I a loner?”

Jessa said, “No. You were too young to care before, so we didn’t bother telling you. I married you the minute you came out of Wenda. Technically, I’m your first wife.”

She saw I was confused and a bit upset about being married already. She added, “If you really want, I’ll divorce you once you have two or three other spouses.”

My other dads and moms walked in. Shireen said, “Come over and kiss my boobs, baby. I’ll titfeed you one last time, before your wedding.” I was more than happy to!

I must have fallen asleep drinking her milk. I missed the birth and my second wedding. I woke with a rock-hard penis and opened my eyes. My dinky was in the mouth of a nearly hairless newborn!

My father Jexo asked, “What would you like to name the baby?”

The tyke’s pulsating suction on my little boy-cock was nice but quite distracting. Wenda interrupted, “Names can wait. I want to be sure we do everything right, and they’re officially married. He needs to enter her other orifices.”

I was confused. “What?”

“She’s your wife and also your sister, but her genes were sorted so that you only have ten percent consanguinity.”

I asked again, “What?”

“It’s safe for you to make babies with her later. Your dickey should be nice and stiff now. You need to put it in her vagina, and then her anus.”

I objected, “Eeew! Pee and poop come out there! So dirty and gross!”

She kissed the tip of my nose, then coaxed me, “Just stick it in each for a few seconds. By the time she’s five, I know you’ll love it. Come on.”

“Well, if you’re sure it’s okay? It won’t hurt her, right?”

Wenda chuckled and answered, “Hehehe! It’ll grow a lot later, but your little pinky pecker couldn’t hurt anybody. You need to get it slippery with some lube first, but it’ll feel very good.

"Wives need to let their husbands use any of their holes whenever they want. The sooner she gets used to it, the better. Males make all the sex decisions, and females control everything else. That’s why the divorce rate is only two percent now, and the last major war happened two hundred years ago.”

Claira removed the baby’s diaper and reminded me, “Be very gentle. Make sure to avoid her umbilical stem and navel. She won’t like it and might cry, but it won’t hurt her.”

The experience would get much, much better as we grew and developed. Still, it felt kind of nice when I took my baby wife’s virginity when she was an hour old, and her anal cherry a moment later. She didn’t cry, but looked very confused.

I moved to return my little rod to the baby’s mouth, but Claira reminded me; “Whoa! Stop! Be sure to wash your penis every time you take it out of her butt, and wipe her little bum clean, too.” She helped clean us up.

I laid between my birth mother and Sookee’s, with the newborn sucking my boy-boner. The rest of our parents joyfully watched as we fell asleep quite happy.

My adult wife Jessa woke me and helped me remove the crying baby’s dirty diaper, then showed me how to clean her up. She licked the baby’s tiny slit a bit and asked, “Want to try it?”

I was unsure and quickly declined. She said, “I’m your wife, too, so you can use any of my holes whenever you want. Put your pee stick in my kitty, while I feed her.” I did but she was a full grown woman, and I wasn’t even five yet. It was a total ‘hot dog down a hallway’ situation.

Jessa realized what was going on and said, “I’ll lay on my side, so you can do my bottom instead. Other than breast milk, my body is yours anytime, just like your baby wife’s.”

I lubed and inserted myself in her anus, and it felt pretty nice. I wouldn’t climax for seven years, but over time, I decided rectums were my favorite things in the whole world!

Wenda was naughty and boob-fed me, while our fathers took turns stroking their big penises and dick-feeding the baby. Once they were all satisfied and empty, Claira and Shireen took turns holding her to their big tits. Sookee could only drink so much, so Shireen gave me some mommy milk, too.

I was still hungry when Jexo suggested, “Want to try apple sauce, little buddy?”

I reluctantly agreed, “Okay.” It was brownish instead of white like milk. I thought it would be awful, but picked up a little with a spoon and put it in my mouth.

“So, what do you think?”

“WOW!” It had a sweet fruity flavor I loved. I shoveled the rest of the small bowl into my mouth and swallowed it down as fast as I could. When it was gone, I burped and said, “URRURRUURR! I want this every day! SO GOOD!”

Jexo laughed and suggested, “Hehehe! Just wait ‘til you try mac n cheese or chocolate pudding!”

My little wife and I tried wearing shirts once, but covering ourselves felt strange and uncomfortable. We did wear sandals and straw sunhats the rare times we left home with our parents. Most days it was uncomfortably hot outside, especially during summer, when daylight lasted up to twenty hours. In winter it was dark a lot, but usually a reasonable temperature.

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Year 2306

We were uncomfortably warm in Fairbanks, but mostly okay. It was the middle of Alaska's great grain belt, which fed a third of the world. There was a lot of farmland and several small lakes near the edge of town.

On their days off from work our mothers began teaching my wife and I basic math, reading, geography, and history. The extremely hot Great American Desert was an hour flight south of us, on the other side of the Denali mountain range. The only people south of Denali lived in Antarctica, or on the tropical islands near it. Well, except for a hundred or so scorching hot towns in New Zealand, the Rockies, the Alps, and Himalayas. Most of the billion people left on Earth lived in Alaska, Scandinavia, Siberia, or northern Canada.

Reproduction was tightly controlled to ensure there would be food and enough resources for everyone. Most family pods only had one to three children produced in a lab, with genetic contributions from all six to twelve parents.

There's no law against it if a couple has a birth permit, but all modern people know that old-fashioned sexual reproduction is selfish, dangerous, and disgusting. "Freeborn" children aren't illegal, but most people look down on them and their parents.

Only the wealthiest pods can afford four or five kids, and more than five is illegal. Birth permit percentages were even used as currency. Unskilled laborers earned just enough credits to survive, plus one birth percent per year. Instead, they could earn double the credits and live comfortably if they agreed to permanent sterilization before they reproduced.

Our parents often discussed their shared fantasy, having five kids and living in a beach house on the Arctic Ocean coast. Mikken and Jessa had traveled there for work, and often talked about Wainwright, Prudhoe, and Sue's Town, the best suburb of Kavik River City, where fancy rich people lived in luxury. Up there, the weather was only uncomfortably hot in July and August. We’d never seen snow in person, but heard the north coast got a centimeter or two of snow every three or four years.

Sookee and I loved wading in the shallow pond near our apartment, and wanted to visit the ocean.

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We got quite a shock one evening. There was a knock at the door and Shireen opened it. A woman in a light blue uniform asked, “Are you Wenda Robinson?” Tight shorts and a bikini top wasn't much of a uniform, but more than most people usually wore.

Wenda replied with another question, “Yes. What is this about?”

Jexo walked over near them.

The lady in blue replied, “Today is your lucky day! You won the migration lottery!”

Jexo exclaimed, “Yes! Finally! We can go to Mars, and get the Hell out of here!”

The woman looked at her handscreen, then contradicted him, “No. It says the youngest three of you are going interstellar, to the Ptolemy 562 system. Wenda Robinson and two children, Kazaar and Sookee.”

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