Breeding Day

Ellie

It was my birthday. Finally! My eighteenth birthday, a day that I had been waiting almost three years for with the worst kind of anticipation! I snuck into my mom and dad's bedroom that morning, dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt, and quietly made my way over to Dad's side of the bed. Both he and Mom were sound asleep. It was only 7 AM, a Saturday, so they would normally wake up at around 9 on a weekend morning, but I just couldn't wait. I was absolutely bursting with excitement! I leaned over Dad's sleeping head and blew gently on his ear. It was a small, soft puff of air, but enough to make him stir to semi-wakefulness. When he blinked his eyes open and focused on me, I flashed him the biggest smile I could muster and whispered, "Guess what day it is, Daddy."

In his sleep-hazed state, all he could do was mutter, "Ellie? What times is it, sweetheart?"

I choked down a giggle and said quietly, "It's THAT time, Daddy! Today's the day!" He knit his eyebrows at me in confusion, so I let him off the hook. "It's Breeding Day!"

Dad's eyes widened at that and he started to sit up. "What?! Ellie! That was... I didn't... I'm-"

Mom, who had been turned over in her sleep and facing away from us, grumbled, "Oh, for fuck's sake, Hank, we made her a promise. And who are WE to say no? She wants your baby. Give her one!" Then she finally rolled over and looked at me. "Are you SURE you want this, Ellie? I mean, are you really, REALLY sure?"

I looked back at my mother with every bit of seriousness that I knew how to project and nodded. "I do, Mom. I've wanted it ever since you told me you and Dad were actually brother and sister. I'm 18 now and I want nothing more in life than to have my father's baby!" And, just to be a little extra cheeky, I added, "If only you'd given me a brother... we wouldn't be having this conversation. And you DID promise!"

"But that was three years ago, sweetheart!" Dad protested, "I figured you'd forgotten all about that by now!"

I shook my head emphatically. "Nope! Not only did I NOT forget it, it's been the only thing that's kept me going all this time, Dad. Never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, never even been TOUCHED by another man. Because I was saving myself for you." Then I demurred. "I did break my hymen, though. Sorry, Mom. I used your vibrator last year. But I SWEAR that I cleaned it and put it RIGHT back!"

My mother sighed. "What's done is done, I guess. Wish you'd approached me about it, though."

I shrugged it off. "I CAN take care of myself sometimes, Mom."

"Lord knows that's true," Mom said with mild annoyance. "Listen, sweetie, I know that you're eager to do this, but can you at least let us get up and have some coffee first?"

I looked between them for a moment and then nodded. "All right. I guess I can wait a little bit longer. Plus, I'd like Dad to be fully awake for this. I mean, it's not every day you intentionally try to get your daughter pregnant."

Dad slapped a hand over his eyes and muttered, "Dear God, what have we created?"

I bent down and kissed my father on the lips (lightly! I promised myself I wouldn't do any of the heavy stuff until The Big Moment!) and replied, "Nothing that you won't create again, Daddy." Then I bounced out of their room to let them wake up completely and start their day. Besides, I decided that I wanted to dress extra-sexy for Dad, to get him in the mood for breeding me. I could hardly wait!

Hank

As my wife got up out of bed, I continued to lay there, letting my thoughts work themselves into something like a working pattern. Technically, yes, we HAD promised Ellie that, when she was old enough, I would make her a mother just like HER mother. At the time, I figured it was just some passing thing. I mean, we'd just told her the truth about ourselves, that Mary and I were twins, brother and sister, and that Ellie was the product of our incestuous affair. Our story wasn't like it always ends in those trashy erotic stories where everyone in the family ends up fucking each other senseless and they all live happily ever after. Far from it.

When Mary and I realized our love for each other, it wasn't something that would've been well-received by our own parents. If they'd found out, they would've disowned us and never spoken to us for the rest of their lives. Hell, they might've even had us arrested. Not that Mom and Dad were prudes- quite the opposite, actually!- but they also took a dim view of incest and aberrant sexual practices like S