~Family~Rituals~

I grew up in a semi-small village in the middle of a vast forest, population, 719. It was sort of a religion in our village for family members to reproduce together. Once a female started her period, it was the oldest male’s job to take her virginity. He could say no and allow her to be given to the priest, but that hardly ever happened.
The oldest male had to be apart of the girls immediate family. Father, brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, or grandfather. To some, this may seem amazingly awesome to others, sinful. All the free sex a man could ask for from a tight, young pussy ripe for the plucking. Nope. The only way that the male was allowed to claim the child as his own was if he had knock her up with his incestuous sperm. He only got one shot.
If by chance he failed at the inbreeding, the girl was given to the next oldest. In between each try, the girl got a two month break to be sure. Pretty much being monitored 24/7 by the two wives of the priest.
If you were lucky enough not to get pregnant by any of the males, including the priest, you were allowed to find a husband outside of your family. You were allowed to start your own to do with what you pleased. Some would run away with a childhood lover who wasn’t apart of their family. Which is against the church’s rules, a big no no. Meaning it would be death to both if they were found.
Anyways, the priest was known as Benjamin. He had 36 wives and 72 children, not including the ones he was married to. His first wife, Ashley, was lucky enough to be 19 before mother nature caught up to her. She is Ben’s oldest sister. He was only 10 when he was told that he had to knock up his sister or lose her forever to the priest, who at the time was Samuel.
Lucky for Ben, he was able to plant is young seed into his 19 year old sister’s womb. About two months later, Ben’s twin sister, Sarah, started her period. So he had the chance to impregnate her with his incestuous seed. Both sisters were pregnant with twin girls.
A month after Sarah gave birth to their gorgeous little girls, his other older sister, Bella, turned 15 and started her unfortunately timed period. She had a little boy 9 long months later.
Ben’s mother, Tina, was so jealous of her kids intertwined relations, that she asked the priest for his permission to seek a new husband. With his blessing she went to her son, the leader of her household, and asked for his blessing. She even offered herself to him. In discussed, he bashed her head in with a chair.
See, women in the village were for nothing more than to pleasure their men, for breeding, and taking care of all household chores. No one missed Tina, not even her daughters. Even if they did, they never would have gone against Ben.
Eleven years later, when Ben was 21 and Samuel had reached the ripe old age of 92, he decided to name Ben as his successor. Then Samuel and his family vanished. To this day, no one has any idea what became of them. Out of all of the priest that the village has had, Samuel is the only one that never impregnated a single one of his relatives. He only impregnated other women.
No more about Ben and his twisted tales, this story is about me and my incestuous adventure into woman hood. From how I lost my virginity to how I found my true love.
My mother, Tyra, died giving birth to me at the age of 25. I was her only daughter, but her fourth child all together. My father raised me and my three older brothers. There was Jeremiah, he is the oldest of my brothers, being 10 years older than me. Then Matthew, he is 3 years younger than Jeremiah. Lastly there is Steven. Steven is 2 years older than I am.
My mother is, one of many, of the daughters of Ben. Yes, he is my grandfather, and the priest. Which mean that he gets two tries to knock me up if someone else doesn’t beat him to the punch. My father, James, was 9 when he had Jeremiah, making him 34 years old when I started my period at 15. My grandfather, on my dad’s side, is older than Ben, making him the first in line to take my virginity.
I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was about four months after I celebrated my 15 birthday. I woke up feeling like I had wet the bed. My bed and night gown were covered in crimson puddles. I freaked out, I thought I was dying. I remember creaming and running into the living room.
“Oh my god. I think I am dying or something. Look at all the fucking blood.” My dad and brothers were on the couch just staring at me in awe.
Since I was the only female in my immediate family. No aunts, sister, cousins, or grandmothers, except for Ben’s wives. Which are only for him.
“You just started your period Dumbo.” Matthew was always a jerk to me. The only one of my brothers that I found attractive was Jeremiah, plus he was always taking care of me. He refused to move out when he had a chance so that he could protect me from my other brothers.
“You’re such a douche bag, Mat.” Jeremiah got off the couch and walked over to me. “Let’s go get you cleaned up Kelly.”
“My little girl is almost all grown up. Now all we have to do is wait until you stop bleeding. Then you’re going to make your grandfather one happy old fucker.” My dad’s eyes were filled with the joy of knowing that soon, he might be fucking his baby girl.

Followed Jer into my bedroom and grabbed some clothes.