In this story all characters are over eighteen and exist only in my imagination. This story has no beastiality in any form, but does have themes of incest, light reluctance, as well as breeding and praise kinks. If this is your cup of tea, I hope you enjoy the start of Brittany's journey with her Daddy. If this isn't your thing, check out some of my other work to see if that floats your boat instead. Happy reading!
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I groaned when I heard the rooster calling, waking everyone up on the farm far too early with the sun. I blinked open my eyes, adjusting to the faint light coming in the windows.
Today was the day. Today I turned eighteen.
I wiggled my toes in excitement and stretched under the cozy covers. After a deep breath or two, staring up at the ceiling, the rooster crowed again and so reluctantly, I got up. The floor was chilly under my feet as I made my way to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror.
I looked at myself closely. I looked the same. Rosy cheeks, bright, clear eyes. My hair was a mess from sleep, but that was nothing new. Over the last year my breasts had come in and my hips had flared out, giving me a nice womanly shape. Now I finally had the age to go with it. I smiled softly, I liked the way I looked.
I knew, realistically, that not much would change now that I turned eighteen. My high school days had ended earlier in the year and I had crossed the shaky stage they set up in the gym with a smile on my face for my diploma, not really sure what was next for me. School was important for the basics in life Nick, my step-father, said. Everything else you needed though you could learn on the farm he said. I wasn't sure if I should get a job or maybe go to college next. I wasn't in a rush though, and Nick had said I was always welcome on the farm and didn't need to go anywhere anytime soon. I was grateful for the support.
Rubbing my hands over my face I left the mirror to use the toilet, and then brushed my teeth. I re-braided my hair quickly and threw on some farm clothes. Everyone helped out here, even on your birthday, so I knew my chores would still be waiting for me after breakfast.
I cheerfully went down the stairs, a smile on my face before I even walked into the kitchen.
"Happy birthday baby girl," Nick's deep voice boomed as soon as I stepped over the threshold.
I smiled and he opened his arms wide. I eagerly stepped into his embrace, loving how small his much larger frame made me feel. His big hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly.
"How does it feel?" he asked me.
I pulled back a little to look up at his face. "How does what feel?"
"Being legal," he said, wagging his eyebrows a bit.
I laughed and tried to push him away playfully, but he held me close. "It feels the same."
His hands slid down to my waist and rested just above my butt and gave my hips a squeeze. "Doesn't feel the same to me."
I laughed awkwardly, not really understanding what he meant and buried my flushed face against his chest.
"Well, I'm proud of you baby," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "Not giving in to all the temptations of the world and trusting me to make sure you know what you need to know, when you need to know it."
I puzzled over the strange statement. I knew that Nick had some very old fashioned beliefs when it came to a woman's role in the world, and our little farm town didn't exactly scream progression. Sometimes our ranch felt like it was in another world. He didn't believe in outside voices impacting our lives so things like the news were out of the question to watch. Books were carefully selected and just forget about sex education. All of that was supposed to be taught by your family he said.
