Chapter 1

“My Mom, Mommy-gran, or Mommy-great sat with me and assisted while I was in remote school in Mom’s nice little apartment most of the week, like your Mommy-gran, Mommy-great, and I do with you. Other than classmates I never saw in person and my dogbot, my family were my only friends. I was bored nearly to tears as we watched yet another tedious lesson, ‘Principles of Business Tax Accounting.’ I yawned and she offered, ‘How about we pause it and take a break?’

“The house computer beeped and told us, ‘Doctor John Jones, Lucretzia Jones, Veronique Jones, and Mirrienne Jones are on the way here. Expected travel time is eleven minutes.’

“I smiled with joy! Dr. John Jones was my favorite person, best friend, and only male family member. Nearly everything good in my life had come from him. His anti-aging discovery made him quite wealthy. He earned twice as much from that as he did from his greatest invention, Intracellular Genetic Cull Sorting Nanobots.

“IGCSN identifies and replaces defective genes which cause birth defects and many other illnesses, with only a single injection. Until then Tay-Sachs, Downs syndrome, MS, diabetes, heart disease, cancers, and many other genetic conditions used to be huge problems.

“Mostly thanks to Dr. John Jones, other than people dying from the frequent pandemics, the average lifespan is a hundred and forty now. ICGSN is the reason incest became totally safe, since it replaced deleterious recessive genes with healthy ones. That and the far too frequent quarantine lockdowns were the reasons incest became legal and common. Why take all the risks of leaving home, meeting strangers, and dating; if you can find a lover in your living room? The anti-age treatments got him a lot more money, but stopping dozens of diseases won him the Nobel Prize.

“He was a great man, a real hero of science and medicine. He was my Daddy-great-great, my Daddy-great, my Daddy-gramps, and my Daddy. Doctor John Jones was your Daddy, your Daddy-gramps, and so-on, too. Ninety-six percent of my DNA came from him, and 98 percent of yours. We’re practically his clones.”

My son Jack asked, “If he fixed all the diseases, then why are we still stuck at home in quarantine most of the time?”

“Genetic editing can’t do much about viruses that mutate constantly. The Spanish Flu and Covid were some of the first really bad ones, but the VXK Superflu was much worse. He and my Mommy-great-great died from it when you were a toddler. It’s a pity you were too young to remember them.

“VXK flu is as contagious as the common cold and fatal over half the time, even with good medical treatment. That’s why it’s very, very important to always wear your bio-suit every time you leave home, and decontaminate any deliveries before you bring them in the house. And never, ever talk to strangers in person.

“But back to our family history. After hearing they were coming over, Mom quickly shut off the accounting lesson and started tidying the living room. She looked nervous but quite happy while she explained, “They’re visiting for your birthday. You’re eighteen today. Help me clean the place up before they get here.”

“I was curious but a bit surprised. Birthdays had never been that important to us before. We ate sugary treats and the whole family visited and gave me hugs, but most birthdays were just regular days. I didn’t even think about being eighteen until she mentioned it. I asked, ‘Why does that matter? Dessert and seeing family are nice, but no big deal’.”

“Mom gave me the shock of my life. ‘Your childhood ends when they arrive. He’ll make you a woman tonight. He wants to put a baby in you.’ I was strangely and suddenly overjoyed. I never had before, but felt an intense desire to make love, hopefully with Dr. John Jones. I was so excited I had a wet spot in my jeans! Hehehe! I also noticed a weirdly strong attraction to my mother.

“That was the night I had sex for the first time, and the second, and the third. Hehehe! Gosh, I’m blushing! By the next morning, you started growing inside me.

“Look at this picture. Does my Mommy-great look like she was seventy-six? She’s the one on the right, with the biggest breasts.”

“No way! She’s gorgeous! Hot and sexy, like you and my Mommy-gran!” He coughed and thought a moment, then added, “She’s beautiful and only looks about thirty.”

“She really was 76. The picture was taken a month after you were born. I was breastfeeding you, and my boobs grew pretty fast. They went from 32-A to 36 triple-D in only half a year! I’m the shy one, at the bottom left of the picture.

“WOW! But you ... you look almost the same now! So pretty! And such big round ti...” He nervously cleared his throat. “Such a great body!”

“I was almost nineteen then, and I’m thirty-six now. I still really look that good?”

He blushed and said, “Yeah! Maybe even better.”

“In the picture, your Mommy-Gran is behind me, and your Mommy-Great is in back. They look pretty good, right?”

“GAWDS! So hot!” I noticed a slowly swelling bulge in his pants. “Beautiful! So sexy!”

“You loved their breasts when you were a baby, too. I’m glad they all helped me breastfeed you the first month. I didn’t have enough milk at first. After a few months I had plenty, and Dr. John Jones helped you empty them many, many times.”

He said, “I’m glad I have such a beautiful, sexy family. So, what was your Dad like? And why do you say his full name over and over, every time? It gets boring after a while. You could just say ‘The doctor’ or ‘Daddy’ or ‘John’.”

“NO! I can’t! He was such a wonderful, truly great man! I loved him so very much! I need to say ‘Dr. John Jones’ to honor him and his memory!”

“Uh okay. Sorry.”

“He was the love of my life, up until today.”

“Why today?”

I ducked the question. “Later. Dr. John Jones was a very busy man. He travelled all over the world and was only home a few days a week. That’s one of the reasons he did a special genetic edit for our family. All the females are bisexual, VERY bisexual, and strongly attracted to each other. When one of them comes over and watches you, we have a quickie before I leave. Then I get a I get a lesbian threesome at their place. Hehehe!

“Our bodies quit aging the day we turn twenty-one. My Mommy-Great-Great was still gorgeous when she and Daddy-Great-Great caught the superflu at age a hundred and three. Mercifully, it was quick, and they didn’t suffer much.” I briefly paused in grief and sadness.

Jack smiled even wider when I added, “After our first baby, we girls all have at least 34 double-D breasts, too. But Dr. John Jones was my favorite lover and favorite person. Still, your Mommy-Gran and Mommy-Great are AMAZING at sex. Your Mommy-Great-Great isn’t in the mood as much, since she turned ninety, so she only joins in a few times a week.