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By Danilo Conti On het sixteenth birthday, Lilith is breeded by the family eldest, just as all females in the family before her.
I left you, dear readers of my story, at the point I was falling asleep, wishing i’d have soon my first periods. I was late with them. On my 14th birthday I was deflorated by my grand-granddad, as it was our family tradition. Now I was one shackle in the chain of women, initiated by the oldest living ancestor, be it a grand-grandfather or a grandfather. My beloved mum had done it before me, and so were my grandmother, grand-grandmother and who knows how many generations before them. My nieces, my aunts, all of them were part of the unbreakable chain of incesteous love that binds our family for ages. It felt good, it felt warm, to know my place in this chain and I was convinced I would do everything I could to honour the tradition.
From that day on, my parents treated me as a woman – not as a child or a 14 year old girl anymore. I was equal to them, so to say. Allthough I had still a lot to learn. Practical things like cooking, for instance. Keeping the house neatly. Helping mum to arrange everything in time before dad came home from work. Seeing how mum prepared herself before having sex with dad (she shaved her pussy naked and oiled it gently afterwards, she put everything they would need on the tablet at the bedside, like toys, dildo’s, vibrators, and things I had never seen or heard of, such as nipple clamps, a dildo harnass (‘Oh, mum, what is that for?’ ‘Men like to be fucked too, Lilith!’) or small, dildo like things with lovely jewels at the end, mum said they were meant to train the ass, I still wondered why; even at that moment I didn’t think of something like anal sex.
And then, of course, I had to go to school for at least two more years. At sixteen I would be bred, not one day earlier. That was the tradition: every female was to be deflorated at 14 (if possible on the birthday itself) and at 16 the eldest man of the family would take her without a preservative, hoping the first try would be a succes. Once pregnancy was certain, we, females, left school and all we had to do was serve the family men, be it grand-fathers, uncles, nephews and, of course, our own fathers. Mum assured me this was a fulfillment to her life, and so did my nieces and my aunts. Knowing they all, without any exception, fucked with all men of the family, including boys from the age of sixteen, made me a proud member of our family. I just couldn’t wait…. but until I was 16, the only man who was allowed to fuck me, would be my grand-granddad.
We all called him ‘Peppe’, our Italian name for a grand-dad. His name was Guiseppe really and he was 68 when I was 14. I would be the last to be impregnated by him. After me, grand-dad would take over as they wouldn’t bring in old seed in the family. After 70, that was.
From then on, Peppe came over once a fortnight to fuck me in my room. My parents left us alone, most of the times they went to have dinner or going to the movies. It was not romantic. Peppe ordered me to get rid of my clothes, I lay on the bed, he kneeled between my thighs and brought in his dick. We didn’t kiss or embrace each other. He just fucked me until he came, then stood up and put his trousers on. He never got out of his white shirt, for instance and I never really saw his penis even. It was, as I see it now, purely technical. Every session, as I called it, was just a proof he owned me, to remember me and the other family members of his rights on me. I didn’t love him, he was just the family elder I didn’t see so many times as he lived 50 miles away and still worked hard to keep the family business growing. Now this felt right: I didn’t affect me at all and in comparison with girls of my age that were deeply in love with a boy, I was not bothered by emotions and heartaches. As mum said and as I knew myself: the best was yet to come!
The ‘solemn impregnation’ (or the trial for it, anyway) was a highlight in the family life. I was never allowed to share it, as one had to be at least 16 to take part. Really all the family of the 16+ would gather in the big hall on the first floor of one of the family restaurants in NY. Long before the date, invitations were sent to all family members and only if old age of illness would prevent you from sharing the feast, you were allowed not to show up. So, on the day before my 16th birthday, we drove to the city and we stayed in Peppe’s house. I slept with him, but he didn’t touch me. In the morning there was a ritual bathing, which since some time took place in the shower instead of in a bathtub. First I had to wash Peppe and afterwards he washed me. Then we put on our best clothes and drove to the restaurant of one of my uncles, where we had breakfast with the family members who had already arrived, about 20. Much more had to come later, they dropped in until noon and then there was a meal for all of them, I guess we were 80 or so. In the middle of the big room, between all the tables, stood a giant bed with white linen sheets, covered with red roses and white lilies (as my name was Lilith). After the meal, there was a chance to meet everyone, as many of the family members didn’t see each other much, except for occasions like this.
At the moment of my birth, which was 3.34 in the afternoon, I had to go to the bed and undress me. I was as naked as on the moment I was born, 16 years before. Some of the guests had seen me naked before, on my 14th birthday, when I was still a child with no tits. Now I was grown into a young woman with pear-like tits on which were big, brownish areolas and dark pink nipples. My buttocks were firm and hard and my pussy wasn’t a weak, pale stroke of flesh anymore, but a nice, swollen mound, neatly shaved (by mum), soft pink with a perfectly closed slot, right in the middle. My mount, just above my slit, was thick and fleshy, not too soft and not too hard. I heard the many sighs of admiration from the guests and so I gained confidence. Peppe helped me on the bed and his wife, my grand-grandmum, covered my body with petals. My youngest niece, Nora, who was 18 and already pregant of het second child from our grand-dad, came to the bedside and put whith flowers in my hair. All applauded. Then grand-grandmum took Peppe’s clothes off. Once he was naked, she kneeled before him and took his limp penis in her mouth to suck him until he was big and hard. He then spread my legs, kneeled between them, penis in his hand, guiding it towards my pussy. It took him only five minutes to spray his load into my tunnel. I remember I was all dry when he came in me, it hurt anyway, but I knew I had to be obedient and let him do it in the traditional way. This was not a sexual act, but an impregnation. I remember the only thing I could think of while he was fucking me: I hope I will be pregnant now and within three months i can serve all the men here until I give birth. That prospect made me happier than the act of being fucked.
I didn’t love Peppe, but I didn’t hate him neither. He was just the family elder, nothing more. I knew he had this right on me, at least he impregnated my mum, so in fact he was my biological father, but without any emotional strings. When he came off me, my grand-grandmum helped him from the bed and my niece Norah did the same with me. All applauded in cheer. One by one they passed us to congratulate us and I got presents from everyone – enough for the most exquisite layette for the baby they all hoped for. After all had shaken hands with Peppe and hugged and kissed me, we put our clothes back on. There was coffee, wine, Italian sweets, music and dance. I had to dance with every uncle, every nephew, and, of course, the last dance was with my own father (or the man I called so). I knew it was of the uttermost importance to bear children of the fathers-by-marriage, to bring new blood in the family. I remember I told dad I couldn’t wait for the day he would give me a child, and he smiled happily: ‘Lilith, so do I. But you know that, once we know you’re pregnant, I will have the same rights as every man here. So I beg you: let me be the first to make love with then.’ I kissed him on the lips and made the vow.
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