Birthday Girl

When Becky's eyes opened she saw the golden rays of the sun streaming through her open bedroom window. They fell across a dresser and illuminated the framed picture of her mother. She felt a twinge of sadness. Becky really missed her mom. Growing up in a house filled with men was hard enough when her mom was around, but since the funeral two years earlier it had become even more difficult.

But today was her eighteenth birthday. That thought formed a wide, cheerful grin on her sweet face. She didn't feel eighteen. She felt the same when she was seventeen. Or even sixteen for that matter. Becky was still the same person, after all; just a little more mature, maybe.

Her body was clad in an oversized T-shirt she'd inherited from her oldest brother. It was long enough to be worn as a short dress, and she loved wearing it. Whenever she did, Becky felt so much closer to him. She idolized her three brothers.

At twenty seven, Abe was the oldest. Ben was three years younger. Charlie was the youngest boy, and was three years older than her. They all worked hard and played harder. With their mom gone Becky was left with the womanly chores like laundry and cooking. Now that she was eighteen and an adult, she wondered how that might change.

She reached her right hand under the covers and formed it around her left breast. It wasn't big, but her one small hand couldn't contain the entire perky mound. A finger lightly rubbed on the outline of the nipple. When it swelled a tingling chill passed through her young body.

Her right hand reached down and grasped the bottom of the shirt. Her body wriggled against the mattress as she tugged it up. She pulled it off over her head and lay in bed naked. Becky raised the covers and looked down critically at her boobs. They were a little more than hand-sized and naturally firm. They didn't hang down or flatten out pancake-style like some of the others she'd seen. Becky decided they were pretty nice.

Her gaze shifted lower, over her bare midriff. Her legs bent at the knees and moved apart. She couldn't see much of what was down there. Her eyes looked at the sloping rise of her love mound and the light blonde curls that adorned it. Nobody else had ever seen that. But Becky was starting to experience urges that had her wanting to show it to somebody. Not just anybody, but a guy.

Just the thought triggered a wave of tingling warmth. It settled in her lower belly like the flames of a small fire. She was feeling that sensation more and more often. The fingers of her right hand squeezed harder on the breast. Her back simultaneously arched. Her voice issued soft, angelic-sounding moans. Becky's left hand released the covers which fell back onto her body. A rush of air moved past her face. She could detect that funny smell again and briefly wondered what it was.

The tip of her tongue traced along the contours of her lips as she gave in to the desire to touch herself. Becky's left hand moved between her thighs. The spread limbs were quivering again. She liked dragging her fingers up and down her inner thighs, and indulged once again. The fingertips slowly caressed her smooth, golden skin from the knees all the way up to the edge of her panties.

After a few moments she felt the heat in her loins flaring. Her pussy began throbbing again as if awakened by the intimate touching. Her left hand moved to the crotch and anxiously rubbed on the fragile outer folds of her sex. She could feel the wet heat that emanated from that part of her body.

"Why are you doing this to yourself again?" she asked out loud as her young body was filled with excitement. There was frustration in her voice. "I have to get up soon."

Several fingers worked beneath the panty crotch. She began stroking her moist pussy lips before pushing between and into the warm slit. Her moans grew louder as she fingered the juicy channel. Her hips and slender legs writhed as tingling heat rippled through her aroused cunt. Thick essence coated the valley walls and smeared onto her probing fingers.

A middle finger pressed at her virgin orifice. Becky wasn't dumb; she knew what that was for. She'd never seen a penis before and wondered how big they were. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like for a guy to stick it inside. The orifice was so small. Would it hurt her really badly? It was almost like a part of her wanted it to happen, but not right away. Sometime soon, after she met somebody, maybe.

But there really was nobody. The town was small and the other farms were quite a distance apart. She stopped school at sixteen to care for the family. The home was her life now, just like it had been for her mom. Becky heavily sighed and wondered what life held in store for her.

Out of curiosity the finger pressed harder. Her tight canal stretched wide. Her pretty face winced from the resulting sting of pain. The tip of her finger eased inside. She didn't dare go any deeper. There was a cherry in there somewhere, that's what Abe said once. A guy was supposed to pluck it out and a proper girl left it in there until one did. If nothing else, Becky was a proper Southern girl.

Becky withdrew her hands from her aroused body and rolled over onto her left side. Her hands balled into fists and she beat her fluffy soft pillow in a fit of sexual frustration. The tingling heat was still evident in her loins. The fire of desire burned brightly. She knew it would be some time before it finally faded. And until it did it was a miserable reminder of what she wanted and could not yet have.

A soft tapping on the door diverted her attention.

"Yeah? Who's there?" She called out in a southern accent.

When the door opened her daddy and three brothers piled into her small room. Their grinning faces were absolutely beaming.

Becky grew suspicious. She curled up into a fetal position under the blankets and eyed them warily.

"What?" she questioned, embarrassed at having been caught in the compromising position.

Her daddy signaled to the others and the unskilled quartet broke out into a southern rendition of "Happy Birthday". Becky's initially suspicious frown turned into a smile as she listened to their absolutely terrible singing. By the end she was giggling uncontrollably as they put a personal spin on the wording and tried ending it in a high note that they all failed to achieve. And she loved them all the more for the attempt.

Still giggling, she thanked them for the thought. "Thanks, ya'll. It was great!"

Abe sheepishly grinned. "It sucked. We have ears, too, ya know. Happy eighteenth birthday, Becky; you're an adult like us now."

His words made her heart soar. She didn't feel any different until Abe had said that. After he did her body surged with excitement. Was she really all grown up like he said?

"Abe, you're the oldest," their Daddy announced. "Grab your sister. We're taking her behind the wood pile for her spanking."

A look of horror appeared on Becky's face. She loudly protested. "No, Daddy! I ain't done a single thing wrong! Please, no!"

Behind the wood pile was where the strap was. Nobody wanted to go back there, and Becky had only given her daddy a good reason for it twice in her whole life. The brothers were a different story. They'd been back there on quite a few occasions in the early days. As Abe reached for his sister, Becky descended under the bed covers, kicking and screaming out loud.

"It's tradition," her daddy's voice explained. "The strap is never used on an adult, although your brothers have sorely tempted me at times. It's like a ceremony, that's all. Don't be cross with us. We've all done this too."

She trusted her daddy, and upon hearing his words her resistance faded. Abe finally reached under the bedding and plucked her nearly naked body from the warmth of the bed. Becky's oldest brother tossed her over one shoulder like a sack of grain with her legs to the front. He sniffed at her crotch suspiciously.

"It smells like her pussy's wet," Abe dutifully reported to the others, and then teased her by adding "Somebody's been playing with herself. Ain't that right, Becky May?"

"Abe, you jack-ass..." Becky's voice began and trailed off as a feeling of humiliation overcame her.

Her fists pummeled his lower back but did little good. The brothers were used to playing hard, and that included fighting. Her blows were little more than desperate love taps to his battle-hardened body. His muscles could take so much more than she could ever dispense.

"She's got some sweet-looking titties on her," Ben commented as he followed behind Abe and saw them bouncing from her chest. "And her nipples is real hard, too."

Becky turned angry. "Stop it! Stop sayin' thangs about me!"

The cluster of bodies paraded out of the house, down the front porch steps, and across the back yard to the wood pile. They filed past three chest-high piles of stacked wood and to the base of an old tree where only a stump remained. Abe carefully positioned her on both knees with belly on the stump.

"Stay!" her Daddy commanded when he saw that she was trying to get up. "Stay, girl, or this won't be the ceremony it started out as and will become a full-fledged whipping!"

Becky recognized the decisiveness of his voice and knew better than to disobey. As much as she hated it her squirming body settled down. She felt so naked there wearing only her panties. She already knew they were wet, and all of the others could see that as well. They had to! She felt so embarrassed and humiliated. It wasn't fair at all.

"Pull those things down, we're doin' this right," her Daddy's voice announced as he reached for the thick, weathered leather strap hanging from a tree by a hook.

She didn't know which brother it was, but fingers grasped the sides of her panties and roughly tugged them down her legs. At first she thought they might just be lowered far enough to expose her creamy bottom, but whoever it was tugged them all the way off. And after he did, pressure was placed on her thighs. The pressure increased when she resisted, and finally Becky had no choice but to slide her legs wide apart.

Her face turned hot when she realized that the whole family of men could see her bare pussy. Several fingers traced along the outer lips, teasing her. Without meaning to she groaned out loud. Fingers separated the lips and exposed her shiny wet slit. More fingers probed her. Becky couldn't be sure how many of them were touching her at the same time.

Her secret desire to be seen and explored quickly had her sex aroused. The fingers rubbing up and down the narrow channel sparked tingling heat. One finger massaged her swollen clitoris. As it passed over the swollen nub powerful sensations jolted her young body. Several times her orifice was hesitantly explored, as if in anticipation of plucking her cherry.

"She's all woman now," Abe commented. She grinned with pride upon hearing those words from the one brother she held in such high regard.

"She sure is beautiful," Ben added.

Charlie never said much, but the sight of her must have inspired him. "It's so pretty and pink, and warm."

"Leave her be and step back, boys," Daddy told them. "This is the last time her ass will feel the strap. And remember, this is just ceremony. Your sister ain't done nothin' to deserve this except get herself growed up. You got that?"

"Yeah," the brothers agreed in unison.

The brothers took turns starting from the youngest swatting her ass with the rough leather strap. It wasn't painful at all except for the occasionally errant strike. Her daddy finished it off, swatting her the eighteenth time. And then it was done. It was nothing like she'd feared, and in hindsight Becky felt quite foolish about the fight she'd given Abe.

She got up, covering her naked body the best she could with her hands, and retrieved the only piece of clothing she'd been wearing when they carried her out.

"I'll get breakfast on as soon's I can," she obediently advised the group after she pulled on the panties.

Her daddy smiled. "It's your birthday. We'll cook ourselves or go hungry. Enjoy your day. Tonight we'll celebrate."

Here it was her special day and Becky didn't have a single idea about what to do. Cooking occupied most of her time and the absence of it left her plum stir-crazy. She lounged in bed a bit hoping to stir that special feeling again, but it eluded her for reasons she couldn't understand. A cool bath felt good, but even that was short-lived. She was drawn to the kitchen, as if that was the sole purpose for her life. But between Daddy and the brothers, she was kept chased away.

"No fair, ya'll!" she screamed from the hallway. "Cookin's what I do!"

In a fit of frustration Becky ran to her room, slammed the door shut, and spent the afternoon reclined on her bed. It seemed like such a waste of a day. The idea of having the day to herself was nice, but in practicality she missed doing things for her family as she'd done for the last few years. Things just seemed off-kilter.

She was enjoying an evening bath when another tap sounded.

"What, damn it?!" she yelled.

"White lightning."

The voice was soft and seductive. She couldn't quite place it. The bathroom light went out. She cringed in the warm water as she heard a glass being placed on the edge of the tub beside her. Becky drank. The liquid burned its way down into her stomach; soon after everything was floating. She kept sipping at the full glass. Soon it was gone, and she was, too.

Something struck her funny and she laughed... and laughed, and laughed. Finally the water started turning cold and she hesitantly left the relative safety of the bath. It was hard to do because her head was spinning mightily. She had a time of standing there and reaching for the towel. Any coordinated activity was challenging at best. That drink had definitely done her in.

"What are ya'll tryin' to do to me?" she loudly complained as her head whirled in an alcoholic haze. "Abe? Abe? Help, please!"

The door opened. Strong hands were suddenly there, supporting her frail form. The fear evaporated. She didn't mind that she was naked. She didn't feel bare. It wasn't like earlier, with all those fingers probing her aroused pussy and commenting.

"My clothes..." she started.

"You'll have no need for those," he bluntly told her. "You're eighteen now."

She left the bathroom with his arms on her shoulders, guiding her. He steered her down the hall and into the living room, where the rest of the family was gathered. It was a square room, with an old color console TV and phonograph along the far wall. To the left was a wooden rocking chair, to the right was a stained, threadbare couch, and along the back wall was her Daddy's foam green recliner. The wood floor was bare and worn, and lacked any signs of polish.

Another glass was thrust into her hands, filled with a clear liquid. Becky balked.

"Oh, great; another glass I'll have to wash!" she exclaimed to the delight of the group. Several erupted into laughter.

Everyone looked so happy that she felt guilty for saying what she did. It didn't even occur to her that she was standing before them all naked; wet and naked. Bath-water wet that was, but that would soon change. She raised the glass to her lips and drank again. This time it was more of a gulp that diminished half the full glass. Oh, how it burned!

Their combined eyes drank in her physical beauty; the blonde hair in both places, and her perky tits with big nipples. And all without her fully comprehending that she was naked.

She turned self-conscious. "What, ya'll?"

"Come to your Daddy!"

She willingly ran into his extended arms. Becky was surprised when his large mouth covered hers and his tongue extended deeply inside. It felt weird, but she didn't deny him the erotic kiss. Becky's own tongue sprung to life and rubbed the length of his. The tendrils writhed together. She was quickly aroused by the kiss, and found herself wanting more.

His hands moved to her breasts. The large palms fully encompassed the mounds and squeezed on the soft, perky swells. The nipples immediately hardened. They eagerly pulsated against his skin, shamelessly advertising her excited condition. His thumbs toyed with the rubbery peaks, creating jolts of tingling joy.

Becky kissed her daddy harder, swishing her tongue wildly inside his mouth. She softly moaned as excitement gripped her innocent form. Grain alcohol raced through her system. It numbed her mind and suppressed all inhibitions.

He grabbed her right hand and shoved it down the front of his pants. Her soft fingers felt his growing manhood. It was the first time she'd ever touched a man before. The soft fingers curiously wrapped around his wrinkled penis. It quickly extended in size. As it did the wrinkles disappeared. The hardening stem throbbed against her fingers. Maybe Becky should have been frightened, but wasn't. She enjoyed touching her daddy down there.

Their mouths separated. His eyes lowered to the beautiful view of her chest, and then to her hand that was inside of his clothing.

"Do you like playing with that?" he asked, already aware of the answer. He just wanted to hear her admit it.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess."

"You guess?" he challenged. "Be a good girl and take it out."

Her fingers were trembling as she loosened his clothing. Becky was more excited than she let on. She knew that what they were doing was terribly naughty, but it was also undeniably arousing. There was a soft popping sound as the button released, and a metallic noise as she lowered the zipper. After she pulled the front of his underpants down his hard cock sprung out, ready for action.

Becky gasped. It was so big. She thought about how small her opening was and how it stretched just for the tip of her finger to fit inside. But her attention was inexplicably drawn to the pulsating penis. Her soft fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked it. She loved the way the rippled cock felt. She fondled his balls, moved up his length to the head, and felt the oozing wetness of his hot cum as it smeared against her curious palms.

Both of his hands caressed her lower belly, closing in on her crotch. It was a really scary feeling for her as his fingers so slowly shifted toward her awakened pussy. She wanted him to touch her in a way, but it was also frightening. The breath caught in her throat when she felt the fingers moving up the rise of her love mound and sifting through the soft curls of hair. Becky softly groaned and trembled.

"Daddy..." she whispered uncertainly.

"Shhh... It's okay, Becky," he reassured her.

She felt so scared when the fingers shifted lower. Her pulse and breathing instantly quickened when the fingertips traced along the tender lips. The fingers weren't her own this time. Becky squeezed harder on the swollen cock, pulling on the length of Daddy's shaft. Her efforts grew more intense as his fingers pushed into her juicy slit and delicately probed.

Becky's heart raced. When her knees weakened she leaned against his body for support. Her face burrowed into a shoulder and her muffled groans grew louder. The tingling heat in her lower belly felt so good. Becky knew what she wanted deep down. The cock in her hands should be inside of her pussy. But it was so big and wouldn't fit, would it?

Her flushed face lifted up and looked into his eyes. "Daddy..." her sweet voice started, but couldn't find the words to finish.

"Are you ready?" he questioned.

Tears of fearful uncertainty formed in her eyes as she nodded her head up and down several times. Her hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up. He pulled it the rest of the way off. When he placed pressure on her shoulders Becky sank to her knees before him. Her wide eyes stared at his stiff penis up close. The one-eyed snake was crying a thick, milky tear.