Chapter 2: Sue's Initiation

Sue wanted to have a few of her friends over for a sleep-over to celebrate her sixteenth birthday. We told her that was fine; she could have her friend around for the afternoon to swim, get some sun, do whatever teen girls do together, and have the sleep-over. We also told her that we’d have it catered and that we’d get lost, so they had some privacy. She asked about Ryan; I said that I’d ask him to find somewhere else to be that day.

The big day arrived. Sue and her friends swam in the pool, worked on their tans, gossiped, etc.; all the things teenage girls do. Around 5 pm, they all took their stuff to the basement den, where they watched some television and spent the night.

Around nine the next morning, I yelled down that it was time to get up. The girls must have stayed up very late; it was a half-hour before any of them dragged themselves upstairs. Once they were all fed, Ginger called their moms to pick them up. By eleven, they were all gone.

Sue looked at me and said, “I’m beat. I’m going to my room to sleep for a few hours.”

I told her, “When you get up, Mom and I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Sue got up around 3 pm. She washed up and put on fresh clothes, then came into the living room. Ginger and I were watching a football game, but I turned off the TV so we could talk to Sue.

“What do you need to talk to me about, Daddy?” she asked, thinking, ‘I hope this isn’t a sex talk.’

I told her, “Don’t make any plans for this coming weekend.”

“Why Daddy?” she asked.

“The three of us are going to a special event at Grandpa’s farm,” I said. “Ryan and Tammy will be staying here.”

Ginger spoke up, saying, “Honey, there are some family traditions and other things that you’re allowed to know now that you’ve turned sixteen.

Sue looked at us with a puzzled look on her face.

Ginger continued, “Before we continue, we need your promise that anything said in this room or done this coming weekend, will never be told to anyone, not Tammy, not your best friends, absolutely nobody. If you break that promise, Dad, myself, or both of us, could go to prison. Besides the two of us, the only other person you can talk about it with is Ryan, since he’s already been initiated.”

Sue replied, “I don’t understand, but I promise.

Ginger then said, “The first thing you need to know is that your Dad and I are brother and sister.”

“Isn’t that illegal,” she asked.

“Yes, it is. That’s one of the reasons you can’t talk about what’s said tonight,” Ginger explained.

“What are these traditions that are so secretive?”

“The first part of the tradition is that when a child turns sixteen, they are initiated into the tradition. They are taught how to please their sexual partner by the parent of the opposite sex. That’s why you kids aren’t allowed to date. This is your sixteenth birthday so next weekend, Dad is going to teach you how to please a man,” Ginger explained.

“What!” Sue exclaimed, “You expect me to have sex with Daddy?”

Ginger calmly replied, “It’s the family tradition, sweetie.”

“Buh, buh, but that’s illegal too,” she stammered.

“That’s another reason we needed your promise,” said Ginger.

“None of my friends have sex with their Dads!” Sue exclaimed.

“You don’t know that, Sweetie. It’s not something that gets talked about outside of the family. If they’re doing it, they probably made the same type of promise that you gave to us,” Ginger calmly stated.

“Once your initiation is complete, you’ll be allowed to ask any member of our immediate or extended family who has already been initiated to have sex with you. That includes aunts, uncles, cousins, or even your grandparents,” I said, “Of course that also includes us, and Ryan. In this house we’ll have to be very discrete, because Tammy can’t know anything about the tradition until she turns sixteen.”

“Let me get my head around this,” Sue said. “You’re telling me that I can have an incestuous relationship with any relative, male or female, after this weekend if they’re over sixteen-years-old?”

“That’s correct, sweetie,” I replied.

“Does that also mean that I can start dating? What about sex with boyfriends?” she asked.

“Yes, you can start dating. After this coming weekend, who you have sex with is your business unless they’re immediate or extended family; in that case you must abide by the tradition,” I clarified.

“Wow!” Sue exclaimed, “That will open a whole new universe to me! Now, I can’t wait for you to teach me, Daddy.”

“Sue, there are a couple of stipulations,” I said. “The first is that you can’t bring boys home to have sex. It’s too big a risk to the secret of the tradition. The other is that you must stay on birth control until you are eighteen.”

I continued, “I’ll take Friday and Monday off from work so you’ll have plenty of time to ‘get to know’ our extended family again. “Don’t forget to call the school to let them know I won’t be there,” Sue reminded us.

Ginger replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.”

Thursday evening:

Sue’s been excited all week, looking forward to tomorrow. Ryan came home from a ballgame a little while ago.

“Ryan,” I said, “you’re taking care of Tammy for the weekend, so no parties. Tammy will probably question why you and she couldn’t go along; just tell her, as I have, that this is Sue’s birthday weekend and she’ll get her’s when she turns sixteen, nothing more.”

“Dad, there won’t be any parties, and don’t worry, I’ll handle Tammy,” Ryan assured me.

Friday:

Ryan and Tammy left for school at their regular times. Sue, Ginger, and I packed clothes for the weekend last night. I loaded a cooler of bottled water into the car’s back seat and then went back into the house.

“Everyone grab your bags and let’s get them loaded so we can hit the road,” I stated.

I grabbed mine and loaded it in the trunk of the car, the ladies followed me out with theirs. I loaded Ginger’s, then Sue handed me her’s. It was a tiny suitcase.

“Traveling kind of light, aren’t you?” I asked.

With a big grin, Sue replied, “From what you told me, I don’t think I’ll have much use for clothes while we’re there.”

Ginger chuckled and said, “I probably over packed but I’ve got makeup in addition to clothes.”

Sue turned back to me and asked, “Can I start wearing makeup now?”

I looked at Ginger, and she nodded her head.

“Yes Sweetie, you can start using a little makeup. Just don’t go crazy with it. Mom will show you the best look for your face,” I reluctantly said.

Then I questioned myself, “Sue will be a woman tonight, why shouldn’t she wear makeup?”

“Okay ladies, get in the car so we can leave,” I announced.

We all get in, and off we went...

Two hours later, I get off the highway and announce, “Gas and bathroom break,” as I pull into the gas station.

I fuel the car while the women go inside to do whatever. Fifteen minutes go by before they finally come out.

I look at Ginger and say, “What the heck took so long?” Just then, I noticed that Sue looked different; her face looked softer, more appealing. I looked back at Ginger and said, “You put on her makeup. Where did you get it from?”

Ginger laughed, then said, “A woman always has something in her purse to touch up her makeup with.”

I shook my head then looked at Sue and said, “You look stunning!” then I said, “Let’s get this drive finished.”

We all got in, and I drove off. An hour later, we arrived at our parent’s farm. Dad came walking down to the car. When he arrived, he and I embraced, then he and Ginger.

He looked at Sue and said, “My, my, the last time I saw you, you had small bumps on your chest. Now you look like a full-grown woman.” and gave her a hug.

Sue blushed then replied, “Grandpa, I won’t be a woman until Daddy initiates me tonight. If you want, I’ll let you be the first to have me after Daddy.”

“Sweetheart,” he said, “I’d be honored to be the first, after your Daddy.”

Dad then said, “Grab your bags and let’s go up to the house. Most everyone that can make it are already here. We’ll eat in a couple of hours, out by the bunkhouse.”

We made our way up to the house, where Mom was waiting by the door. We all embraced her then she looked at Sue.

“Are you wearing makeup?” she asked.

“Yes Grandma, Momma did my makeup on the way here,” Sue replied.

“Ginger, you should know better. She shouldn’t be wearing it until after she’s been initiated,” Mom scolded.

“Mom, calm down. It’s just a little powder to take the shine off her cheeks,” Ginger replied.

“Go ahead, call me old-fashioned. I don’t think any makeup before initiation is proper,” Mom grumbled.

I stepped into the verbal challenge with, “I think Sue looks stunning, Mom. Times change, things aren’t the same as when Ginger was initiated. I think the tradition needs to change slightly, with the times.”

“It’s not a tradition if it’s changing with the times,” grumbled Mom.

“Mom, as long as the basic precepts remain the same, what difference does it make?” I ask. Our father walks in and shouts, “Enough, mama! It’s not fifty-years-ago, when you were initiated,” and continues, more calmly, “Sue is a beautiful girl whose about to become a woman. Don’t ruin it for her with your bickering.”

“Son, you and Ginger use your old room. Sue will have Ginger’s old room. Now go,” he states.

We go up to our rooms. As Ginger and I unpack, I hear singing from down the hall. I go to see who it might be. As I get closer, I realize it’s coming from Ginger’s old room. I quietly look in to see Sue dancing around the room as she sings her favorite song. I back up and clear my throat to give her notice that she’s about to have company.

I walk into the room and say, “You haven’t looked this happy in a long time, Beautiful.”

Sue puts her arms around my neck, kisses my cheek, and gushes, “Daddy, I’ve never been this happy. Tonight you’re going to make me a woman and my whole world will change. I can’t wait!”

I remind her, “We’ll be eating in about an hour. Come down the hall to our room when you finish unpacking the little bit that you brought and we’ll all go together.”

Ten minutes later, Sue dances into our room.

Ginger looks at her and giggles, “You look like you’re on Cloud Nine.”

“I am, Mom. The anticipation is killing me, though.” she replies.

“C’mon ladies, let’s go mingle with our relatives, then we’ll eat.” I suggest.

Five hours later – 8 pm.

Ginger spots Sue sitting across the great room, surrounded by male cousins, each vying for an opportunity to have sex with her later.

“Been there, done that,” she thinks to herself.

She makes her way slowly to where Sue is sitting, chatting briefly with relatives along the way. When she gets close, the male cousins make way, knowing her mission.

Ginger bends down and whispers in her ear, “Your time has come. Go to your room.”

Sue excuses herself and returns to her room. She opens the door and sees me sitting on her bed.

“Daddy,” she says, “please teach me how to please a man.”

“Close the door and come here, Sweetie,” I say.

She complies, and I stand up. I put my hands on her shoulders.

“Your first lesson is to undress sexily. Do you think you can do that?” I ask.

“I’ve never done that, Daddy, but I’ll try,” she says breathily.

She backs up a couple of steps, and I sit down. Slowly, she removes each arm from her T-shirt sleeves then slowly lifts the body of the T-shirt over her head.

“You’re doing very well, continue,” I comment as my cock starts to react.

She unclasps her front-closure bra and holds it in place, teasingly, before shrugging her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Sweetie, you’re a natural. Go ahead,” I compliment her. My cock is now rock hard.

Turning her back to me, she unclasps her shorts and lets them fall to the floor. She then turns to face me and shimmies her panties down to her knees before they drop to the floor. She cocks her hips and places a hand on it.

“Sweetie, come here,” I say. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re so good at that you could work in a strip club.”

Sue sits next to me and says, “I guess you aren’t kidding, I’ve made you hard.”

“You were remarkable, Sweetie. Now, can you sexily undress me?”