Keeping a Family Tradition – Tammy’s Initiation

Keeping a Family Tradition – Tammy’s Initiation

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If you are not of legal age for your locale or object to the idea of reading about incest, please close this page now. All characters are older than sixteen.

Prologue

If you looked at me and my wife Ginger, you would make many assumptions about us, like we’re the average American couple. In many ways, we are. We have three children, all teenagers, a house in the suburbs, and a dog. I work as a welder. However, looks can be deceiving. We are not the average American family. The average American family does not have parents who are brother and sister.

Whenever people ask us how we met, Ginger and I always say we met in high school. In a way, it’s true because the first time I saw her as other than my sister was when I was an eighteen-year-old senior, and she was a sixteen-year-old sophomore.

Allow me to explain a bit about our background. Our parents are also brother and sister. Our grandparents were cousins, as were their parents. This coupling of relatives goes back five generations. As you can see, incest is a tradition in our family, not just something that happens incidentally.

There are policies concerning when and how a sixteen-year-old is initiated into the tradition. The first of the guidelines is that children aren’t allowed to date before their sixteenth birthday. The second is that their first sex will be with the parent of the opposite sex on the weekend following their sixteenth birthday at a family reunion. The last is that once initiated; they may ask anyone that has already been initiated to have sex with them.

The story of initiating our three children, Ryan, Sue, and Tammy, into the tradition will be told as separate stories.

Tammy’s Initiation

Tammy’s sixteenth birthday was just a week away. Now, Tammy is a tomboy, unlike her sister, Sue. She’s more into rock climbing, camping, fishing, and hunting than fashion, hairstyles, getting her nails done, etc.

Ginger and Tammy were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting, when Ginger asked Tammy, “What would you like to do on your birthday.”

Tammy replied, “I’d like you to take me shopping. I’m tired of wearing jeans all the time and I’d like a skirt or two and some blouses. To tell you the truth, Mom, sometimes I get jealous of all the attention that Sue gets from the guys. Could I also get my hair done? I’d like to get rid of this mess and have it cut to a cute bob.”

Ginger sat there shocked for a moment before she replied, “Of course we can do that!”

“What is happening to our tomboy?” she thought. “Could she really want to become a girly girl?”

She immediately called the hair salon that she used and made an appointment for Tammy.

When I got home that evening, Ginger bowled me over with the news.

“She really asked to go shopping for skirts and blouses?” I asked, full of doubt. “And she wants to get her hair styled, too?”

Ginger sat there nodding at each question.

“Honey, “I said, “buy her all the ‘girly’ stuff she wants. While you’re at it, get her some frilly, front closure bra and panty sets; her initiation is coming up.”

“Good thinking about the bra and panty sets,” Ginger replied, “I’ll also get her a pair of black shoes, with maybe a 2 inch heel on them. Those boots and tennis shoes won’t go with her new look.”

“While she’s getting her hair done, why don’t you suggest she get a manicure and pedicure?” I suggested. “You two could make a day of it.”

The following week, on Tammy’s birthday, the two of them had a ‘Girls Day Out.’ Ginger took

Tammy to her favorite store, and they shopped for clothes, that took most of the morning. They had a leisurely lunch, then on they went to the salon to get Tammy’s hair done. Ginger suggested that Tammy get a manicure and pedicure while they were there, which she accepted.

I was already home from work when they returned, each carrying a couple of large shopping bags.

I was stunned! The raggedy jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, and long hair were gone. Our tomboy had become a beautiful, graceful, young woman who wore a ‘bob’ cut as a crown!

I looked at Tammy and asked, “Did you enjoy your special day?”

She replied, “Very much, Daddy, thank you. For the first time in my life, I feel pretty.”

“Tammy, you’ve always been pretty but now you look amazing. I’ll bet that if you wore skirts and blouses to school instead of jeans and T’s, all the guys would be trying to talk to you,” I exclaimed.

Tammy stood there and blushed, then ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and said, “Thank you, Daddy, you’ve made me so happy.”

“Now Tammy,” I said, “please sit down. Mom and I have something very important that we have to talk to you about.”

She says, “Okay Daddy.” and takes a seat on the couch, looking at us expectantly.

I start, “Tammy, today is your sixteenth birthday and you are the last in your generation to learn what we are about to tell you. Before we can tell you these things, we need a promise from you. Will you promise that nothing that is said here tonight or anything that happens next weekend will be talked about with anybody outside this family, not your best friends, not your teachers, absolutely nobody can know. If you make this promise and break it, Mom, or I, or both of us, could go to prison. Will you promise?”

Looking concerned, Tammy says, “I love you both. I promise that nobody will ever know.”

“Okay. The first thing we need to tell you is that Ryan and Sue both know what you’ll learn tonight. There’s a reason you weren’t told earlier as you’ll soon find out,” said Ginger.

I continued, “Mom and I are related, we’re brother and sister. Our situation isn’t uncommon where we come from.”

“That’s kinky,” she said

“It get’s even more ‘kinky’ than that, Sweetie. Our whole family is like that,” I reply.

“You mean ALL the brothers and sister are like you and Mom?”

Ginger answers with, “No Sweetie, sometimes cousins stay together like they are married.”

I take over the conversation with, “Sweetie, there’s a tradition in our family that on the weekend after a child has their sixteenth birthday, a family reunion is held and the child is initiated into the tradition.”

“What is the initiation about, Daddy?” she asks.

“The initiation is about the child becoming an adult, in your case, becoming a woman. The tradition specifies that the parent of the opposite sex will teach the child how to please their sexual partner,” I explain.

Tammy looks at us and says, “Ryan and Sue have already been through this. I guess that means that Ryan had sex with Mom and Sue had sex with you, Daddy. Correct?”

“That’s correct, Sweetie. Once the initiation is completed, you will be a woman and allowed to have sex with anyone you choose. You’ll also be allowed to wear makeup and date, if you wish, ” I affirmed, then continued, “There are only two stipulations and they have nothing to do with the tradition. The first is that you are not allowed to bring guys to this house for sex, that’s too dangerous to the secret of the tradition. The other is that you must remain on birth control until you’re eighteen, after that it’s your decision.”

“Oh Daddy, I can’t wait for my initiation,” she gushed happily.

“I’ll take Friday and Monday off so we have a long weekend; Ginger, make sure the school knows in advance that the kids won’t be there.”

“Are all five of us going?” asked Ginger.

I replied, “Of course. There’s no reason why Ryan and Sue should stay home. Tammy will be the last of that generation to be initiated, and we won’t have to keep secrets in our house until we have grandkids.

“Thanks for that reminder, Honey.