Brittany – Chapter One

It didn’t happen all at once. Like most things, it happened so gradually over time that I didn’t even put the pieces together that it was happening until much, much later.

I don’t remember exactly when Nick started teaching me about rubbing, but it was sometime after my 18th birthday. I had just graduated from high school and although I did well in my classes, college wasn’t something I really wanted to attend. Nick told me about something called a gap year and it sounded like the perfect solution to help me figure out exactly what I wanted to do with my life. In the meantime I’d help him and the other ranch hands on the farm.

The day started off just like any other. I got up with the crow of the rooster, splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth, not bothering to change out of my sleep clothes. The threadbare tee and an old pair of Nick’s boxers would do just fine for making breakfast. I was scrambling some eggs for our breakfast when he joined me, scratching his hairy chest as he came down the stairs.

“Morning Nick,” I said, lifting up on my tip toes for my morning kiss hello. At five feet two inches I was much smaller than his six foot four inch frame.

He hesitated and didn’t lean down to meet me, a scowl on his face. “How many times have I told you I don’t like you calling me that?”

“I’m sorry,” I said meekly.

“I’m sorry what?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“I’m sorry Da—Daddy,” I stuttered.

He grunted in approval and leaned down to meet his lips with mine for a quick peck. “Morning baby girl,” he grumbled and went straight for the coffee I had percolating on the stove.

When I was fourteen my mother married Nick, making him my step-father and we moved in with him on his ranch. Within six months, Mom disappeared and ran off with one of the ranch hands, leaving Nick and I alone. We had become an affectionate little unit since then, trying to fill the void she left. When my friends visited or had a sleepover they commented about how cuddly Nick was with me, but I didn’t pay them any mind. I enjoyed his hugs and kisses, it’s how I knew he loved me and I loved him. With just the two of us in this world now, we were both pretty starved for simple affection.

As we sat down to eat the quick meal, we chatted about our plans for the day.

“You said there was going to be a new stud delivered?” I asked him.

Daddy nodded and took a bite of the sourdough toast I had buttered and jammed for him. “That new filly is going into heat and I want her covered this afternoon.”

I tried to keep the spark of excitement that ran through me at this new information out of my voice. “That’s neat. Can I help this time?” I said as casually as I could. I didn’t want Daddy to know that I was interested in seeing what sex was like. In the past whenever we had a bull or stallion visiting to stud he kept me far away from the barn, telling me I was too young to learn about things like that.

Although I had attended high school, my sexual education was sorely lacking. Daddy hadn’t signed the permission slip allowing me to attend health class, so everything I knew was from vague gossip with a few girls in school and Daddy. Even what I could watch on TV was restricted. To say it wasn’t much was an understatement. I was hopeful that if he let me help with the horses this afternoon I’d finally be able to see what sex actually was.

Daddy paused, his fork halfway to his mouth as he looked at me, considering.