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#2 of A.M.
Interrupt my sex story, alright, I see where you buggers are going with this. Don't see why I have to repeat something they taught us in eighth form, sexual history, but okay...you know I damn well expect royalties from this.
It all started pretty recently, 1830s or so, maybe 40s. It probably came from some colonial outpost- it'd explain a lot of the native customs. I have no idea what they called it then, just that it's Freud syndrome now...people started coming back to Europe with furious impotence, male and female alike, every species. It was easy to transmit too, so pretty soon there were panics about worlwide impotence, even after we discovered two things. One, only about a twentieth of the population could get it, and two, it wasn't complete impotence. Interspecies sex was almost impossible, even if it wasn't illegal back then, and even your own species didn't arouse you enough to have sex. But scent signatures, physical appearance, and DNA close to yours could get you excited- the problem is, the only people close enough to have that affect are your own family, about one generation up or down and as far out as first or second cousins.
They figured they couldn't have a twentieth of the population horny all the time, which narrowed it down to two things, permitting either masturbation or incest. They preferred incest, the fucking Victorians. Which really spurred on the development of the condom.
Alyssa and I were born long after it was all legalized and put in the anti-discrimination statutes. You still had to file official paperwork back then, getting the state ready to perform all the blood and hormone tests to make sure your offspring didn't come from your own family. Some states forced you to put that in all your official documents, everything from your resume to your housing applications. We were in a more permissive state, born to the most permissive parents I've ever heard of, so we were raised knowing that incest- or "close love", as its fans starting calling it, around the time we were born- could be healthy and legal, if not socially kosher. I knew about it before I even knew what sex was, and the first time I ever heard of incest, I could not comprehend why it had such a fearsome reputation. Our family holds no sexual secrets; my sister and I were breastfed until we were three, and the entirely family slept in the same bed, mostly nude, until the night Dad died. Even after that the kids slept together, even if one of us was sick. Goes without saying we were one of the closest families around. Needless to say, Alyssa and I bathed together, got dressed and undressed together, went to school and work together, and- most obvious of all- masturbated together.
In fact, the first time I got sexual was with a neighborhood girl down the block...granted, we didn't exactly have sex. I was eight and she was a cat, just six, but she saw me when I was taking a leak in the backyard one night and managed to jump the fence. She gave me a quick servicing, and when Alyssa woke up and smelled the cat on me, she was so pissed she actually called me Maximillian instead of just Max, the way really infuriated parents are supposed to say it. She wasn't so mad when we got together for truth or dare later...but that's another story entirely. Suffice to say I got used to sirens that day.
The kits at school never did like that, and we got ribbed wherever we went. The teachers always thought it was cute, this little raccoon couple in eight-year-old puppy love, until they called roll and the young lovers answered to the same last name. By the time puberty came around, you can imagine how many jokes we got about having kits with eleven fingers and twelve toes, and the condom vendors always singled us out in crowds. To say nothing of actual threats... I can remember one instance very clearly. I am not exaggerating when I say it ended with me being shot at and returning fire- there is no shit I won't go through for Alyssa's sake.
That was the most trouble we've ever gotten into from our love. Just two or three years ago we moved into the Hegemony, and incest is still illegal there, even though they've got some of the most lenient pedo and marriage policies I've ever seen in a first-world nation. Thus, why we were hoping nobody would check our IDs too closely in the clubs- if they find siblings exchanging anything but a handshake or two-second hug, it's the caning post for them.
We never did have actual sex, contrary to the suspicious opinions of everyone from jealous high-school couples to outraged newspaper columnists, but I can't really blame them for thinking we did. We'd been playing at sex since we were nine, and all the kinky stuff came soon after that. Hell, she dubbed me her official footslave at age ten, though of course, that's another story entirely...
Am I done with the narration yet? About time. You can put in a fresh tape, I'll grab some coffee and be back in ten.