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 This story is for ADULTS ONLY and should not be read by any underage
readers.  It is also a continuation of a previous work which starts with
Redemption and though written to stand alone, it isn -(TM)t the whole of
the story.  A Lolileah production (MF, oral, anal, rape, inc, reluc, preg,
1st)

   September 11, 2011 Today is the big day, the day every girl waits for
their whole life.  Not only is it my eighteenth birthday and also the
birthday of my dear niece and nephew (9th) but today is the day of my
wedding.  Those mean bastards wouldn't let me marry my brother being that
we were related.  :( Who then would marry me?  My sister.  She wasn't
technically related to me but Leah had become as much a sister to my
brother and I as if she were consanguineous with us.  We'd certainly fucked
her enough for her to feel like it.  It wasn't just our wedding though.  My
brother was marrying too.  He would walk Leah and I down the aisle and give
us both away to each other.  Then he would stand up on the stage and wait
for his bride-to-be, Miki.  After all these years, two children later, he
would finally make her an honest woman.

   I almost smeared my makeup with tears.  Not only is today the happiest
day of my life but also simultaneously one of the saddest.  I see so much
emptiness on 'my' side of the audience.  Mother is dead, father is rotting
in prison; Mickey is the only close family I have left and he's on the
stage beside me.  Were it not for my classmates from eighth grade, all of
whom had lost their innocence to my brother, that side of the church would
be very depressing indeed.  Sister Rosa was sitting on my side of the
church though, face wet by tears already.  Kylie and I were her students
after all and my brother had been her first.  It was even more bittersweet
a day for her than for any other ladies in attendance.

   I look to the other side and Kylie's mom is there.  With my brother's
help, she had finally called the cops on her rapist ex and gotten a
restraining order.  Well, that and getting him and his friend locked up for
a long time.  Served them right.  She was beaming her smile up at me and I
knew where my fiancee got her infectious smile and laugh.  She had at least
been graceful when her daughter came out to her as bi.  That her daughter
marrying me would make Leah very happy clearly made her happy as well. 
She's a good mother.  She had even forgiven her daughter for running away
to live with us after the situation was explained.

   Aunt Miki came up the aisle, Yuki strewing the pathway with flowers,
Yuuki carrying her train.  Miki, being Japanese, had one of those Asian
faces with almond-colored eyes and ringed by black hair that looked as good
at 48 as it must have at 28, her groom's age.  She couldn't be given away
by her father as he was long dead but she marched up the aisle toward us,
head held high, regal as a queen.  Her dress, like my bride's, was a bit
low-cut and showed off her breasts.  If you've got it, flaunt it.  My dress
showed off and amplified my backside instead.

   It was your traditional service and, after going through all the
rehearsals, I was quite anxious to just be done with the whole ordeal.  You
see, not only is it my birthday, Kylie and I are ovulating and my brother
promised years ago that I would carry his baby as was my right and his
desire.  After Leah had joined us, my brother had 'dated' her to get to
know her and what intent she had for his little sister.  He could have
asked her anything at home but he felt that way was better.  One-to-one. 
He had extended his promise to her as she had become his 'sister' and it
was only right.  After all, it's not like we could impregnate each other
even if we'd wanted to.

   'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the presence of God and our
family and friends, to join in matrimony Michael and Miki and also Rachel
and Kylie.  They are here to show their devotion to each other in the
unbreakable bond of marriage and we, as their loved ones, are here to
support and encourage them as they take this next step in their lives.'

   Boring blah-de-blah.  Homily crap.  I should really have asked for a
short service.  They don't tell you how hot wedding dresses get standing up
here on the stage under all the lights.

   'Michael Miller, you've told me in our talks before that this day should
have come sooner, that you and Miki have loved each other for a long time,
starting with the death of your mother.  You have told me that for the sake
of your two children you should have done this years ago.  It's never too
late to show how much you love someone if they aren't dead.  I am glad,
personally, to see that come true.'

   Oh, if you'd seen the videos, you'd know exactly how much my brother
loved Miki, pastor.  You have no idea.

   'Because you have chosen to show your commitment to this woman before us
all, would you like to read the vows you've written for each other?'

   Michael stepped up to the microphone.  'Miki Tanaka, you have been my
partner, my lover, my confidante and my guide.  We've created two beautiful
children together.  I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to come to my
senses but I'm a man and, as you and the audience here know, we can be kind
of slow sometimes.'

   Snickers from the audience.  Wasn't that funny.  Ah, well, forget it.

   'I love you.  I guess I have for a while.  No, that's too uncertain a
wording.  I have loved you for a long while.  That is certain.  We've
shared memories, time, you even shared your native language with me.  Ai
shiteiru ze, Miki-chan!  (I love you, Miki!) You're the mother of my
children and you always will be.  My heart is yours and it always will be.
If you become my wife, my wife, friend and lover you always will be.  Miki,
I cannot promise the future will always be sunshine.  But if it rains, know
this, the sun will come out, the rainbows will follow and you will always
be the beautiful resulting flower.  I love you.  I will marry you.'

   'Michael Miller, we've shared and cried (mostly me) and laughed
together.' And fucked.  Lots and lots of that.  'As you have said, I've
carried two of your children inside me and now you see how much they've
grown.  We supported each other in the aftermath of your mother's death and
she wished that we would find happiness together, her best friend and her
son.' Best friend, with benefits.  'You have grown into a man your mother
would be proud of and I'm sure she would have loved to be here were she
still with us.  Both of her children are being married today.  She should
have been here for that.  'And if she were, maybe she would be marrying
Miki instead of my brother though he would still be fucking both of them.
'Michael, love isn't always easy.  I'm not always easy, especially to get
along with.  I love you loving me despite that.  I can think of no better
man than the man standing here before me now.  I will marry you.'

   The two exchanged rings.  Miki's was a square-cut diamond.  My brother's
was slightly more elaborate.  There was a circular diamond in the center
surrounded by ruby, then emerald, then sapphire.  It was the most
flamboyant and unusual ring I'd ever seen before and I wondered what the
significance of the sapphires was, beyond that they were my brother's
favorite color.  The minister turned to Kylie and I.

   "Kylie Clark, we've only known each other since you changed schools in
eighth grade and joined my class.  Call me psychic.  Call me a dreamer.  I
have always wanted, hoped, dreamed of marrying you.  It's not just because
you were the prettiest girl in class.  You had the winningest personality
to go with it.  You weren't all conceited as you could have been.  Instead,
you were kind, friendly, helpful and I'm sure you always will be.  It's
just who you are.  It's part, and only a part, of why I fell in love with
you.  I stand here today to fulfill a promise I made to you: 'I will marry
you.'" She blushed.  I'd told her what I wrote on her pussy with my tongue
those four years ago.

   'Rachel Miller, it seems like only yesterday we were in Sister Rosa's
class.  Yesterday we met, kissed, fell in love.  In marrying you, I'm also
marrying into your family and I'm glad to have gotten to know Mickey over
the years too.  I'm proud to call him my brother as I never had one.  I
love how he would do anything to protect his little sisters.  I am not just
marrying you just as no bride can separate the bond between her groom and
his family.  I love you with all my heart, Rachel.  I feel truly blessed to
love your family as well.  Believe me when I say that I am proud to join
your family officially and take the last name of the girl I hold so dear. I
also will marry you.'

   Our ring exchange was similar to my brother and Miki's.  I put an
emerald ring on her finger (how had I never paid attention to how
beautifully green her eyes were?) and she placed a ruby one on mine.  The
minister finally pronounced us all married, as if he had a clue, and we all
kissed.  I'll admit, I may have kissed Kylie a little longer and a little
bit more passionately than the situation required.  I just wanted to see
Sister Rosa and Leah's mom blush and I knew the males in the audience would
enjoy the show.

   Ugh, fucking receptions take forever!  Can't we just leave, steal away
to the hotel somehow?  So many well-wishers, pictures, dancing.  It just
never ends!  Finally after I've wished death upon every person in
attendance at least once, the party ends and we hustle through the birdseed
barrage and the rain into the waiting stretch limousine.  We hadn't gone
more than 50 yards down the street before Miki did a head count and stopped
the driver.

   'We're missing someone,' she said and I knew exactly who she meant. 
Without her this day would not be possible.  Without her, my brother would
be with our father in jail, arrested for raping my entire underage class
save my beautiful wife.  He hadn't stopped there either.  Other classes
after had used my brother in the same way.  Thanks to help from a special
someone, of course.

   "You're so right, Aunt Miki," I said.  "My brother has been with all
these girls, made them women, yet still he is so clueless sometimes, isn't
he?  Typical male!"

   'Be nice!' said he.  'This is our wedding day.'

   'We know!' chimed in Kylie.  'Nobody has forgotten.  We're just saying
you've forgotten someone.  There's a ring, a plane ticket.  If you don't
know whose name is on the ticket without reading it, you really are a dumb,
dumb poopy-head.' I love her little veggie swear words.  It's just a sign
of how nice she is.  She could have told him he was a shithead.

   Mickey opened the door reluctantly and stepped outside.  Miki handed him
a ring box and then pulled the door shut behind him.  The rain was cold and
it was coming into the car.  I watched as my brother walked, wet, to a lone
figure standing in the rain, watching our car leave.  He knelt before it in
a puddle without a moment's hesitation.  Couldn't get any wetter than he
already was.  He stood to his feet and the person hugged him so tightly I
thought he might break.  The rain obscured any details beyond their
silhouettes.  Hand-in-hand they walked back to our car.  The door opened
and the very welcome and expected Sister Rosa climbed in, at least as wet
as when Mickey fucked her.  My brother piled in behind her and slammed the
door closed.

   'Details.  Spill!' said the woman in my lap taking it all in.  'Tell us,
sister!'

   Rosa told us she probably wasn't going to be a nun after tonight. 
'Please just call me Rosa.  It works well enough for Michael in the heat of
passion.  Fine, I'll tell you all about it.  As you know, he took my
virginity, took the virginity of every girl in my class, including his
sister Rachel'

   "We know, we've seen the videos.  I interrupted.  "Fast forward to
tonight."

   'Fine.  You all know I was standing in the rain, watching you drive
away. I'd been crying since the start of the service.  I knew two of the
girls of my former class were getting married.  Michael was getting married
and being a good Catholic girl, to me that meant he would be off-limits.  I
was crying bitterly when miraculously the car stopped and he got out,
walked toward me in the pouring rain and knelt in a puddle that was mostly
my own tears.  'Rosa, though you're not as close to my family as these
other girls, I remember every girl who gives her first time to me and
you're not just any girl.  You've saved my life.  If even my sister's first
time had been leaked by you, I would be in jail getting butt-fucked in no
time.  I owe you my life and that's a debt I can't hope to repay though I
will try.  My wife and sisters insulted me to push me over the edge and it
stung my pride, I'll admit, but it was their pushing me that cemented what
I'm doing here in my mind, showed that they approved of it already.  Rosa,
this ring is made of sapphire.  I know it doesn't match your eyes, but it
matches the color of the last tears of sorrow you'll cry because of me. 
This is my promise to you.  I love you, I really truly do.  It wouldn't be
complete, my family, without you.  Please marry me.''

   "He certainly is a fast, smooth talker.  Welcome to our family, sister."
said I, giving her a big hug, despite her wet state.  "Let's get you out of
those wet clothes into something more appropriate," I continued, soon
looking at my naked teacher.  Motioning to the other girls, Rosa was soon
surrounded by warm, soft bodies until she was all dried off, my brother as
well.  I handed her a white dress that I hoped would fit her.  I was using
Miki's measurements.  She was our sister now with all that entailed.  She
was family.  Even though she wasn't legally married to him or any of us, I
would insist after the honeymoon that she change her last name as if she
were.  The children, having the same father, should all share a last name
and make no mistake, after all the times she'd fucked my brother, he owed
her at least one baby.  Just ask Miki.

   My brother cleared his throat.  'It's a long way to the airport.  Does
anyone have any favorite stories?  I'll start.  Jordan sent me a video
because he couldn't attend.  He said it was a present that I would
understand better than most.  He sent copies to some of our schoolmates as
well.' He turned on the TV and DVD player and popped the disc in.

   The movie started with a short introduction from Jordan and an
explanation that the date was the date of their high school graduation.  It
wasn't just a graduation from high school; he was graduating into manhood.
We all knew what that meant.  It then cut to a camera that looked like it
was hidden in the centerpiece on the dining room table.  Jordan and his
mother were in the kitchen and he gave her a great big hug from behind. 
I'd seen enough porn, incest, rape and the like to know where this was
going.

   Jordan was whispering into his mother's ear as he slid his hand into her
jeans.  It took his mother half a heartbeat to realize what was happening
by which point he was already fingering her pussy and had slid his hand up
her shirt and was stripping away her bra.

   'Jordan, what the fuck!  I'm your mother!  Cut it out!' This was
certainly off to a promising start.  I was already getting pretty turned
on. I now had a scenario I wished Michael would try with me.

   Jordan's mother tried hard to twist away from him and she actually
managed to spin out of his grasp before she was bent over the island she'd
run into.  Go Jordan, go!  He certainly seemed to know what he wanted and
he seemed willing to do anything to get it.

   Jordan jerked his mother's shirt up revealing her glorious breasts,
encumbered no more by their fabric prison.  She tried pulling her shirt
down to save her modesty but he took a knife from the drawer and cut her
clothes from neck to midriff in front and in back and the pieces were soon
but piles on the floor.  He took the opportunity while she was absorbing
this development to unbutton her jeans and his.  As tightly as she clasped
her legs together, she couldn't stop her son's cock from entering where
he'd once exited.

   'Oh God, Mickey was right!  Nothing is better than sticking your dick in
your own mother's hot, wet, tight pussy!  I love you, mom!'

   'Take it out!  This is enough.  You've felt me now.'

   'Oh, did I say sticking it in your mother?  He said fucking.  I'm
already in you, you're surprisingly wet and I'm going to fuck you whether
you like it or not.  Your resistance only turns me on.  If you scream, you
might even think you're being raped.  But let's face it.  It's not rape if
the man of the house fucks the woman of the house.  It falls under the same
rules of marital rape which is sometimes necessitated in a relationship and
is perfectly legal.  Just ask Michael, he's studying to become a lawyer.'

   He picked up the pace and he was right, the sounds that she was making
didn't jive with her protests.  She was wet, she was moaning and this
wasn't rape so much as reluctance.  I was kinda glad that she was being
honest, unlike our mother.  Well, she was honest until she told him to pull
out right before he intentionally blasted her uterus full of his seed.

   'I told you to pull out!  I'm going to get pregnant!'

   'Awesome!  And in case you hadn't caught on yet, I don't listen to you
anymore.  I'm the man of the house, have been since dad left.  It's taken
me a while to realize my role but I've found it and you should too.' His
dick softened and pulled out with a plop.  Soon he recovered and the angle
he was taking, I knew she wouldn't like this next part.

   'AUGH!!' she screamed as her son's dick buried itself in her ass.  'PULL
IT OUT, PLEASE PULL IT OUT!!  IT HURTS!  I'M A VIRGIN!'

   'So dad popped your cherry in the front and I popped it in the rear? 
Pun intended.  Seems appropriate.'

   I'M SERIOUS, JORDAN.  TAKE IT OUT NOW!'

   'And you clearly weren't listening.  I'm the man of the house now.  I'm
in charge.  If you hadn't made me wait so long to fuck you, made me have to
practically rape you as my friends suggested years ago, I wouldn't be
butt-raping you with no lube right now.  This is your punishment so bear it
with some dignity.'

   Jordan went at it now and however long he lasted, I knew it was the
longest, most interminable period of time for her.  It was much more fun
with lube and with a partner who knew what he was doing.  He used his
mother's breasts as leverage, cradling them reverently in his hands as she
arched her back toward him.  If this kept up, maybe he would make an honest
woman of her yet as now he had to be pressing against that G-spot and her
clit was banging against the cold, hard tile of the island's surface.

   'YES JORDAN!  FUCK YOUR SLUTTY MOMMY!  FUCK, I'M CUMMING!' Jordan wasn't
too far behind as he filled his mom's bowels with spunk.

   Panting, Jordan told his mom he loved her and she had given him her anal
virginity and she had made a man out of him.  It was as things were meant
to be.  He pulled a box from one of the drawers and opened it.  It was a
simple ring; I'm sure he couldn't afford much.

   'Mother, may I just call you Anne?' She nodded.  'They say that men end
up marrying a woman who is like their mother.  That usually takes multiple
dates and girlfriends and heartbreaks.  I figure, why go through all that
for a woman who is like your mother when you can marry your mother instead.
I love you.  I loved you before we had sex; I'll love you after.  I want to
do this before you get pregnant so you don't feel like I did it because you
got knocked up.  As the man and woman of the house, we are married after a
fashion but I wanted to make it a little more official.  Anne Margaret
Applebaum, will you marry me?'

   'Yes!' He slipped the ring on her middle finger.  'Why that one?'

   'Because you're mine and fuck everyone who has a problem with that,
that's why.'

   The video ended with a family picture.  He had gotten his mom pregnant
that time and two more times after.  Happily ever after for them, it
seemed.

   We applauded at the end of the movie as if we'd just seen it premiere on
the silver screen.

   "My turn." I said.

   One time that I had gone with my brother to the spot where he and mom
had used to do it, a sacred spot of wantonness for us, we were sitting in
our car, making out when a naked girl with blood between her legs ran up to
the car.  She probably hadn't just gotten her first period.  She'd
obviously been a virgin until recently.  Whether she had parted with it
reluctantly as many girls do or it had been robbed from her, we invited her
to sit with us and tell us if she wanted.

   'I might have just been raped.  After you beat us in volleyball...' Yes,
now she seemed familiar.  She was across the net from me.  '..dad and I
drove out here.  He said he wanted to show me something, explain the birds
and the bees.  I didn't know he was going to show me like that.  I love my
dad and I was going to give myself to him soon but he jumped the gun and
before I knew it, I was under him, no longer an innocent young thing.  I
didn't want it there, that way, that time.  Does that mean I was raped,
even if I would have done it with him at some point?'

   "Yes, honey.  I'm sorry." I told her with a hug.

   A man wandered out of the trees.  Fortunately he'd put his pants back on
at least.  He could only be the girl's father.

   'Sorry to trouble you but I'm here for my daughter.'

   "I think you owe her an apology." I said, malice behind every word. 
Even though she obviously loved him, he'd stolen her virginity.  It wasn't
his to make that decision with.

   'I'm sorry.  I got carried away and I hurt you and broke your trust.  If
you need therapy, I will hate myself because you'll always be daddy's
little princess and I didn't want this to happen.  I got carried away.'

   'We were going to camp here tonight,' said Mickey.  'You're welcome to
join us.  In fact, please do.  I think you need to apologize to your
daughter some more.  No sex with her for a month.  You're hers now.  Use
your fingers or your mouth or whatever, but if you truly do love her, a
month with no sex, with her as your princess for real, you as her servant,
that seems reasonable.' He looked at the girl and she nodded.

   We had two sleeping bags, just in case we had nosy visitors but we only
ever used one.  They seemed big enough for two people and so my brother and
I had tested it out and they did indeed.  Spooning for the win!

   We set up the tent.  It was big for just 2 people, big even for all 4 of
us but when is extra room ever a bad thing?  I was still a virgin,
technically, but we were warming up for anal before our make-out session
got interrupted.  Mickey took up his position behind me, doggy-style :) and
the girl and her father started their thing.  He was eating her out with
such love and tenderness.  Mickey saw me watching them and stroked my clit
while he fucked me.  I couldn't help myself and she and I started kissing.
I'm sorry Kylie.  You weren't the first girl I kissed.

   Some time around 4 in the morning, we each retired to our sleeping bags
spooning.  Mickey was behind me, tenderly sodomizing me.  The other two
were in their own bag and from the looks of things, he was fingering the
crap out of her.  We didn't get much sleep that night as you can imagine.
If he kept apologizing the same way he apologized to her that night, for a
month, oh my God!  She should forgive him a couple times over.  We
exchanged addresses, not expecting to hear much from Caitlyn and Sam.  A
month later, a package arrived from them.

   Mickey and I sat down together on the bed.  The package was addressed to
both of us and it contained a VHS tape.  Remember those?  Caitlyn started
narrating.

   'Rachel and Michael, we will always be in your debt.  I am glad we ran
into you both of all those we might have run into.  You're so cute
together! You also helped dad and I work things out and we're closer now
than ever.  I told him I would lose my virginity to him again if it were
possible and he paid for hymen reconstructive surgery.'

   'Now that's not everything.  Tell them the rest of it.' Her dad yelled
from off-screen.

   'I'm getting there.  Don't interrupt!'

   'Sorry.  Carry on, sweetie.'

   'As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, there's more.  We
found out about the time of my surgery that I am pregnant.  Dad knew it
could only be his and he proposed like the gentleman he is.  So, this video
is really one of our wedding night.  I hope you both enjoy it.' She flashed
a rock at us as she said this to illustrate her words and stripped to show
off her 'virgin' pussy.

   I'm sure I don't need to give you all the details of what happened next.
None of us are virgins and it's been that way for a while now.  Who's next?

   Leah said though it wasn't necessarily the same as an experience, the
day we Eiffel towered Dakota while we watched the movie she'd brought was
an experience not to be forgotten.  Dakota had been behind the camera when
her brother Adam had put his hands on either side of their sister Cheyenne
and kissed her as she tried to pass him in the hall.  Naturally she'd tried
to turn away but it was no use.  He'd continued to kiss her and grope her
and then lifted her left leg to show off her pussy for the camera.

   The spurt of blood as she lost her little cherry had turned us all on so
much.  But it only got better.  She was trying so hard to hop off his cock
which only served to get him off inside her.  He lowered her leg and she
burst into tears.  Dakota told us that Cheyenne was ovulating that day and
probably now pregnant, just as she was.  Another happy brother/sister,
man/woman of the house story.  I love them so.

   Rosa said she hadn't had nearly the same adventures we had and said that
their losing their virginities to us was about as much of a story as they
had.  They were looking forward to adding many more stories in the future
with us.

   We vacationed in warm places all around the world for a month. 
Honeymoon indeed!  It was pretty sweet.  By all our calculations, since
Kylie and I were both ovulating on our wedding day, he got us both pregnant
in our favorite position: Kylie on her back, me on top of her and Mickey
sticking it in each of us on alternating strokes as our privates rubbed up
against each other.  Maybe we didn't leave enough cum inside him to get
Rosa knocked up when he retired to Rosa and Miki's room that night but by
the time the honeymoon was over, three girls were pregnant and Mickey was
the proud papa.

   As for Miki and Mickey's children, when he was 13, Yuuki (courage in
Japanese) confessed to my brother, his father, that he had gotten my niece
Yuki (snow) pregnant.  Rather than blowing up as he had probably expected,
Mickey explained the whole man and woman of the house thing.  Miki couldn't
bear children anymore; she'd been fixed after her twins' birth.  It was a
house within a house.  Yuuki wouldn't have been able to do his duty of
getting her pregnant and she wouldn't be able to bear children.  It was
only right and, given how brothers and sisters in this family were, it
wasn't unexpected.  Yuuki loved his sister and Yuki loved her brother.  He
proposed to her as he should have and though my brother was her father, he
was also the groom's so he couldn't get mad at either one without the other
crying.

   How can this be a happy ending?  It's full of incest and isn't incest
wrong?  As I told my classmates those years ago, when two relations have
consensual sex, it becomes 'wincest' and that is no crime.  All the couples
here put the win in incest, didn't they?  What happens between consenting
partners is nobody's business but their own.  We now have small children,
Rosa, Kylie and I, children Mickey promised years ago to furnish us with.
How can we all be happy sharing the same man?  As Paul stated in 1
Corinthians 13:4, 'Love does not envy.' Just as Michael wasn't mad about
Yuuki getting Yuki pregnant because hurting one would hurt the other, if
one of us got jealous that Mickey was in another girl's pants, that
wouldn't be loving.  We wouldn't hurt just Mickey and his lover but over
time ourselves.  I am married to him, Kylie is married to him and we're
married to each other.  Rosa is my brother's wife, Miki is his wife and
Mickey and Miki are legally married but they all fuck each other.  That is
how we keep peace.  That is how it all works.  That is how we can all get
love from and children from the same man and not hate each other for it. 
This is me, being hopeful, because the past has been great.  The future can
only be better.  I can't speak for all the girls but bearing my brother's
child made me so happy.  I think it's time to get pregnant again.  -to be
continued.