"One would imagine they're discussing it now on the mountain."
"And you're saying father would be ok with such things? To lie there while my back passage endures Wmffre's lustful lunges."
"Don't dramatise it, dear. More a cwtch and a little jiggle. You must have thought about it on those nights your father and I snuggle up."
Rhian was well aware that on those nights, she had to face the other way that her father was taking his pleasure, but she never once considered "that" hole would be used. "What does the Bible say on the matter?"
"Beats me, but Father Gareth hasn't spoken against it, so it must be OK. Would do you well to get accustomed to it. Now you're 18 people will expect you to offer it up on occasion, especially since you're not yet with your husband."
"Offer it up?"
"You know, a little thank you for a kind gesture. Take last week when Mr. Iorwerth chopped down that dead tree for us. Only took five minutes in the barn to say thank you."
"Thank you? I don't think Father would see adultery as a gratitude."
"It was your Father's idea. Let him keep a quarter of the wood and take his pleasure with me. Normally, he'd take half the wood. Oh, don't look at me like that. We all do it."
"And I suppose you've offered me up to Uncle Wmffre. Help bring the flock down and have my daughter."
"Not at all, Wmffre would be happy with a jug of cider. But it must be on his mind, especially when he's lying by your side. The temptation to try for more than a snuggle can be hard for a man to resist."
"And if I find him tempted? How should I react?"
"Do I detect a hint of curiosity?"
"No, Mother, I mean how will I know of his intentions? I assume one doesn't enter without knocking."
"Well, it would normally start with a gentle prod to see if you respond in kind with a gentle bump back. Then, just to make sure, he's likely to slide his hand upon your bottom. Should you not object, well, he'll take that as an invitation to take you."
Mrs Bevan knew her daughter well. She wouldn't have continued the conversation if her curiosity hadn't been heightened. She also knew by now Rhian would have assumed her blessing to give it a go.
Evening fell, and the cottage was filled with conversation as Rhian's parents recollected stories of yesteryear over jugs of cider and apple cake. Rhian's thoughts were elsewhere. Would her uncle really do what her mother said? Would he really risk it with her parents in the bed? Given her mother's attitude, was it even a risk?
A thought popped into her head. Her mother never asked her if she was OK with Wmffre taking his pleasure, nor did she offer to have a word with him to stop him. Perhaps she should have spoken up, but would that have been inappropriate? As the hour drew late, she wrestled with what to do should he push his luck tonight.
Mrs Bevan asked her daughter to accompany her to check on the chickens before bed. As suspected, she wanted a word in private. "You've been unusually quiet tonight. Not worried about Uncle Wmffre, are you? Not saying he will do anything, but if he does, are you OK with it?"
Before Rhian could answer, her mother thrust a small ceramic pot in her hand, "Here, poke a little of this in your back hole before bed. It's a mix of lanolin, butter, and kelp, with a little lavender to hide the smell. He'll slip up like an eel into its bolt hole."
Rhian wasn't keen on the idea, but it seemed her mother had already made up her mind for her. It felt like that time granny knitted that awful dress she just couldn't refuse to wear. Her mother had the same look of pride in her eyes you just couldn't shatter. Rhian knew tonight she would experience something new.
Just before bed, Rhian excused herself and slipped outside to the toilet. She put her candle in the holder, hitched up her dress, and stuck her finger in the pot, digging out a nugget of the hard waxy substance. It melted slightly in the heat of her hand as she rolled it into a small neat cylinder. A little push, and it disappeared into her, followed by a gooey tingle as it melted.
Rhian nervously got into bed. Her mother said nothing but goodnight and gave a subtle knowing nod. Her father just moaned about the cold as usual. How much did he know? she wondered. She expected more than he was showing. The smell of the extinguished candle had barely dissipated when Uncle Wmffre's arm rested on her shoulder as he shuffled up close.
At first, he lay still, but as he hardened, she felt a soft tap, tap, tap, upon her butt cheeks. Should she lay still and hope he stops or take the hint and bump back? Rhian hesitated a moment then bumped back three times. Wmffre prodded a little harder to make his intentions clear, and Rhian echoed his movements. She felt his hand slip from her waist and glide onto her buttocks, squeezing gently and massaging in small circles. Rhian didn't object or move as his hand slid down her leg and began to lift her nightgown. Nor did she stop him as his finger hooked into the top of her knickers and pulled them down.
Exposed to a man for the first time and blind to what he had to offer, Rhian could only hope that as his niece, he would be gentle. Even with her parents lying in the bed, there was a crushing sense of vulnerability. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was to come, oh how she wished she had asked her mother more.
Rhian felt her uncle's rough cracked calloused hand upon her bare skin travelling where none had travelled before, a finger quickly found its mark and stroked the entrance a few tickling times before slowly slipping two knuckles deep. Rhian found it surprisingly pleasant and not at all physically uncomfortable as she feared, a little squirmy and tickly, but in a strangely enjoyable way. She bit her lip softly and tried to control her increased breathing so as not to draw her parent's attention.
When his finger exited, Rhian knew her time of innocence was near an end. She had known Uncle Wmffre all her life, but now she was to know him in a whole new way. As his fingers spread her young buttcheeks apart and his cock shuffled to her hole she held her breath and gritted her teeth as her heart galloped. "Oh God, this is it," she said to herself as she braced herself to be taken. His arm slid around, hugging her close, and with a long, slow, controlled push, he became her first.
Rhian murmured a little squeak, followed by a gasp as his head broke through, that in its subtly screamed the moment to her mother as loudly as any yell. It did not slip up as easily as his finger, but Wmffre was gentle as he opened up her depths until his wirey bush brushed against her smooth skin and he could go no more. It wasn't easy at first for Rhian, but once full inside, there was a satisfying relief as the ache subsided, leaving a sensation of glorious fullness.
Her mother's comforting hand found hers under the blanket and squeezed as if to say, "It'll be OK," Rhian could have done with it sooner but was grateful of it. She remembered her first time and knew exactly what was racing through her daughter's head as the new sensations filled her and was filled with a sense of pride at how bravely her daughter had taken her first penetration.
"Oh my God, Wmffre's inside, I've a cock in me, I've a cock in me," Rhian repeated over and over to herself as she felt herself fidgeting on his twitching cock. Her body pulsated and writhed inside as it instinctively tried to empty itself of the strange foreign object within, but Wmffre kept himself pressed deep until she surrendered total control to him. As Uncle Wmffre began to gently move within. She squirmed, much to his delight, as his cock slowly glided back and forth fully aware of its responsibility to virgin territory and for the first time since lights out, Rhian smiled.
It was impossible to describe, she felt both dominated yet safe, the sensations both ached yet delighted. The writhing squidgy pumping feeling confused both body and mind yet she yearned for the next thrust of his cock that would introduce a new delight. Rhian's soft panting and occasional gasp left neither mother nor father in any doubt of her newfound pleasure.
Uncle Wmffre remained gentle throughout, his thrust varied from long and deep to short and shallow and all between but never felt forced or threatening. It seemed to dance like an ice skater swirling and turning as it glided up and down with perfect control and timing as if dancing to a tune only he could hear.
Her Father was pleased, his brother had kept his promise to be gentle with her. It was important a girl, especially your daughter has a good first time and who better to trust than your brother, especially after your wife's recommendations. He tried his best to pretend to be asleep so as not to embarrass her, there'd be plenty of time for that another time.
Wmffre knew if he wasn't aware of her innocence, or was alone in bed with her, he'd roll her on her stomach and pump her like a half-price whore. It was a struggle not to lose control as she wiggled and jiggled with each of his thrusts. In the darkness, he could only imagine the expressions her pretty little face was making.
In Uncle Wmffre's tight embrace, locked together like two spoons, Rhian became a woman that night. With one last thrust, he buried as deep as he could and jettisoned his seed in one hot eruption. Rhian lay still as his pulsating cock sneezed its gooey warm load within as his trembling body shook against hers, the pleasure may have been his yet it was strangely satisfying.
Wmffre slowly withdrew his aching cock from her quivering ass and reset her knickers but kept her in his embrace. There was so much he'd like to ask her but at least he knew he had done a good job of breaking her in. Rhian lay softy panting, her insides like jelly and her mind racing long after Wmffre's snoring started.
Breakfast the next day took place as if nothing had happened. Rhian waited for her father to say something but it never came. Uncle Wmffre quietly ate his oats speaking only occasionally of the day's tasks that lay ahead, the only thanks Rhian got was for her cooking. Her mother looked like she was bursting with questions but she held back.
The men had barely passed the garden gate when she excitedly blurted out, "So, how was it? What did you think of it?"
"I'm still wobbling inside. Felt all wiggly and giggly."
"It's good, isn't it? Told you not to worry."
Rhian nodded, she knew her mother was ok with it but she still felt a little embarrassed about the whole thing. "That was the weirdest thing ever, I've never experienced anything like it. It was like being a jellyfish at the mercy of the waves."
