Cassadee’s Coming of Age Pt. 08

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This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.

This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!

All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

*****

Friday night

Cassadee was dreaming. Or was it a memory? She was strapped to an examination table. It was her mentor ceremony on the night of her Coming of Age. It seemed so vivid…

“I’m going to place the headphones back on now,” she heard Tom Browning say.

Cassadee felt the familiar pressure on the sides of her head and the total absence of sound. Then she waited what seemed like a few minutes in her sensory-deprived mind but might not have been that long. Eventually, she felt a hand on her thigh. It seemed tentative—unsure of touching her. It was another half minute or so before she felt a light touch on her vaginal lips. Then it was gone again.

Cassadee was confused. She wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Did he not want to have sex with her? Did she smell bad now that four men had been with her? She began to get very self-conscious as she worried about who this fifth man might be. Was it someone of authority in her life? Would it be really awkward for them to have a mentor/mentee relationship after this? She began to get extremely nervous and goosebumps of a different kind popped up all over her skin.

Just as she was thinking about calling out for Tom and putting an end to the ceremony, she felt an intrusion between her labia. She wasn’t wet anymore because of how nervous she was. He must have realized this because she thought she felt his spit drop onto her. Then his penis slid around her opening and suddenly she was much more lubricated. Finally, she felt the length of him slide inside of her until he bottomed out. She gasped as he slid back out and began long slow strokes.

This felt nice. His penis wasn’t small, but it was a huge relief after the previous one. This was a cock she could get used to feeling every day. The long strokes continued and Cassadee began to heat up once again. She had thought another orgasm might be impossible, but she was definitely enjoying this. And her own wetness had kicked in with a vengeance. “Oh, yes, that feels so good,” she heard herself say.

The man’s rhythm stuttered for a second, then continued, but he suddenly seemed a little less sure of himself.

“Please don’t stop doing what you were doing,” she said. She hadn’t thought about talking to him, but it felt like he needed some encouragement, and for some reason she felt like he might be a close friend or something. “Yes. Just like that. You feel amazing. Don’t stop. Please. I want you.”

Cassadee shocked herself by speaking those last words. Why did she say that? Obviously, her words had worked, because his rhythm picked up and he began to fuck her with more confidence.

Incredibly, her body was responding once again. How could she have anything left in her? But, without fail, the warmth spread from her sex through her belly and into her head. She couldn’t quite believe it, but another orgasm was coming.

His rhythm sped up quickly. Oh, no. She was so close to her own orgasm. “Please don’t come yet. I’m so close. I want to come with you,” she pleaded. Cassadee felt him slow down just a little. In and out, in and out. She felt that momentary weightlessness and then it was there like an electric jolt from a cattle prod. She moaned a long ‘ooooohhhhhh fuck’ as her sore vaginal muscles gripped and released with thundering intensity.

Just as her orgasm subsided, her mentor’s thrusting stopped, and he pressed himself hard into her. He rocked slightly and Cassadee knew he had reached his own orgasm, unloading inside of her. She felt him rest his body on top of her, lying his head on her chest. She wanted so badly to run her hands through his hair and comfort him. Finally, he lifted himself off and withdrew his penis, allowing the semen to spill down her butt. Cassadee felt his hand lovingly caress her ass cheek before he was gone.

“Cass, are you OK?”

The words seemed like they were a million miles away. Painfully, she opened her eyes, but the light forced her to squeeze them shut again. If felt like hammers were pounding on her skull and aksu escort she moaned in pain. She resorted to her breathing techniques. Long breath in, long breath out. After a minute she attempted to open her eyes again. The light wasn’t nearly as bad this time, but the back of her head still hurt. As her eyes focused, she saw her brother.

“Cassadee? Are you all right?” He seemed frantic, and his face was wet with tears.

“Yeah, I think so,” she mumbled. “What happened?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. You fainted and hit your head. You were unconscious for like 30 seconds. I thought you were seriously hurt.” Greg put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed.

She looked around the room. She was in Greg’s room. On his bed. “Why am I in here?” she asked. Then she remembered. It all came flooding back. She had confronted Greg about why he hadn’t come to her graduation and why he had been acting so differently lately. And he had told her. He was her mentor. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at her brother’s face.

Greg knew exactly what Cassadee was thinking. He could tell that she was remembering. His eyes couldn’t meet her gaze and drifted to the floor. He knew he hadn’t been treating her nicely for a long time. It was just all too much for him. Six months ago, when their mother had asked him if he would be Cassadee’s mentor, he was shocked—shocked and disgusted. She was his sister! Why would their mom even consider such a thing? Then she had told him a secret that changed everything. Everything he had thought he had understood about their lives was turned on its head. After many conversations and reassurance from both of his parents, he had finally agreed. And exactly two weeks ago he had been a part of Cassadee’s mentor ceremony, having sex with his own sister.

How could he have done that to her? Cassadee put her hand to her mouth. She felt like she was going to throw up. Her brother, Greg, was her mentor. He had had sex with her. Her brother! She recounted the experience in her mind. It was the only mentor of whom she hadn’t yet discovered the identity. The final mentor of the night. She remembered how good it had felt. How comforting and loving it had been. She had thought it might have been a close friend from school, but it wasn’t, and the guilt and revulsion twisted in her gut. It was her own brother. She crawled off the bed, pushing Greg’s hands out of the way as he tried to stop her. His words, falling on deaf ears, were left behind as she ran for the bathroom and emptied her stomach in the toilet.

*****

Cassadee was pissed. For the last hour, after she puked, she had been locked in her bedroom throwing shit around the room and screaming. Her parents had knocked numerous times, asking to come in, but each time she had yelled at them, telling them to fuck off. How could her mother, whom she had trusted implicitly, have made her own brother one of her mentors, knowing that she would have to have a sexual relationship with him. How the fuck could she?? “FUCK!!” she shouted hoarsely as she broke an angel figurine against her wall. The angel might as well have been her. She was now utterly destroyed. Her life was fucking ruined. She hated her parents, she hated her brother, and for the first time in her life, she actually contemplated killing herself.

After another hour of lying on her bed crying her eyes out, she realized she had to pee. She held it for as long as she could, then reluctantly unlocked her door and went to the bathroom. Thankfully, she didn’t run into anyone. She just couldn’t face them right now.

She had dressed in the biggest, baggiest sweats she had, trying to hide her body away from everyone. Thinking about all of the experimentation with nudity and sex made her nauseous now. After she was done peeing, she wiped, pulled up her sweats, and retreated to her bedroom once more, locking the door. Sleep was elusive and fitful. She spent the next two days in solitude, unlocking her door only to go to the bathroom and to grab the food that her mother left in the hallway.

*****

Monday morning

When Cassadee woke, she wasn’t even sure what day it was. She was wearing the same sweats she had put on Friday night. Her teeth felt fuzzy and she smelled like hell. The edge had worn off her anger and now she was numb. Reality was all that was left. She had fucked her own brother. She had committed incest. Or he had. She had been blindfolded and strapped to a table with headphones covering her ears. She had been helpless in the situation. A victim. That brought her back to thoughts of her mom. This was her mom’s fault. What the fuck was she thinking? This was the kind of thing that you wouldn’t want anyone to know about. And now the other three members of her family knew. Fuck. Four. Tom Browning knew that she had fucked her brother too. She seriously hoped he would take antalya escort this to his grave.

Deciding that she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in her room, Cassadee walked to the bathroom and stripped out of her smelly clothes. When she peeled her panties off, her odor hit her like a brick wall. Damn. She ran a scalding hot shower and stood in it until it was lukewarm. Then she quickly washed her hair and body, and shaved her legs, armpits, and pubic area. By the time she was done, the water was ice cold, and she was freezing. She wrapped herself in a large, soft bath towel, and brushed her teeth. Returning to her room, she dried her hair and dressed in different sweats. Grabbing all of the dishware she had collected over the last couple days, she carried it downstairs to the kitchen.

Her mom was sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Her dad had already left for work. She assumed her brother was in his room. Setting the dirty dishes in the sink, she poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table to eat. She locked eyes with her mother, who had a concerned look on her face, then looked back down at her cereal and ate in silence.

“We will give you all the time you need to process this, Cassadee. You let us know when you are ready to talk about it,” her mother said softly.

Cassadee shrugged and finished eating. She dropped her cereal bowl in the sink with the rest of the dishes and sat back down at the table. “So, help me understand how you think incest is OK.”

Kathleen sighed and set her fork down next to her plate. “Honey, you know almost everything about our area’s Coming of Age tradition. It’s past time you hear the rest of it.” She looked at Cassadee, who shrugged with her palms raised as if to say, ‘I’m waiting.’

“There is a longstanding tradition of using male family members in the Coming of Age mentor ceremony. These male family members can be brothers, cousins, or even uncles or nephews, in some cases. But the family member acts as a close confidant and a protector, and it is a very serious calling. They are chosen carefully, and they take the job seriously. You and your brother have always been so close. You guys never fought growing up. I couldn’t think of anyone better than your brother to be that lifelong protector.”

Cassadee held her head in her hands. “Are you telling me that everyone who goes through this ceremony has some kind of incestuous relationship?”

“Not everyone,” her mother replied. “Some girls don’t have any close male relatives besides their father, which is forbidden. But you are lucky. You have your brother. And I have Uncle Dale.”

Cassadee’s eyes shot up. “You have sex with Uncle Dale?” she asked incredulously.

Her mom nodded. “Mentor relationships aren’t supposed to be talked about with anyone, but I’m bringing you into my confidence because I felt you needed to hear it, in order to process this. Yes, Uncle Dale, my brother, is my mentor. And it’s been a fantastic part of our relationship. It’s kept us close over the years, where many siblings drift apart. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Cassadee tried to imagine her mom fucking her uncle, then shook her head to erase the thought. “And dad knows?”

“Of course. There are no secrets between your father and me.”

“What about dad?” she asked. “Does he mentor Aunt Jillian?”

“That is not something I’m at liberty to talk about. If you want to know that, then you need to ask your dad. It’s up to him to divulge anything about who he mentors.”

Cassadee was having a hard time processing this. She wondered about all of her girlfriends at school. Tina Gleason. Sara Deming. Jennifer Ramirez. Jessica Gavin. Bethany Tate. Did they all have an incestuous relationship with a member of their family? The thought was mindboggling. It’s not like she could just go up to one of them and ask such a thing without giving her own secret away.

“Doesn’t anyone ever worry about getting pregnant by a relative?” she asked her mother.

“Not any more than they worry about it with any of their other mentors. It’s not impossible, of course, but we are very cautious when it comes to birth control, which is why I made sure you were on it well before your Coming of Age. If, and when, you are married and ready to have a child of your own, you will take a break from having sex with anyone other than your husband until you become pregnant. That will ensure that a mistake doesn’t happen.”

Cassadee told her mom she needed more time to think, so she went back to her room and thought of nothing else for the rest of the day.

*****

Tuesday

Cassadee woke in a much better mood. She was anxious to get back to her normal life, so she showered and dressed in running gear—a sports bra, shorts, and sneakers. She didn’t feel much like flashing anyone or being daring, so she just ran antalya otele gelen escort and continued to process the information she had learned. Apparently, most women in town had some version of an incestuous relationship in their life. It didn’t seem to be as taboo around here as she had always thought it was in modern society. And everyone she knew seemed so normal that she never would have guessed her hometown’s dirty little secret. No one seemed any worse off for it. She guessed that it just took some getting used to the idea. As she thought about Greg, she began to feel badly about how she had reacted. He probably thought that she was disgusted by him. At first, the thought did disgust her. But then she remembered how it had felt that night, when she didn’t know who was having sex with her. She remembered it being gentle and cautious—and loving—and she knew that’s exactly how Greg would treat her. Her heart melted a little at the idea. Her brother loved her so much that he was willing to be her mentor—her protector—for the rest of his life. And he would never do anything to hurt her. Cassadee suddenly had an urgent need to repair her relationship with Greg. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, running for home.

When she came back through the door, she walked upstairs, breathing heavily from the exertion. She went down the hallway to her brother’s room. The door was shut, so she knocked. She heard a muffled ‘Come in’, so she opened it to find him playing a computer game. He noticed her over his shoulder and immediately dumped out of the game. Swiveling in his desk chair, he stared at her nervously through wide eyes. He’s probably afraid I’m going to try to hit him, she thought.

Cassadee stood there looking at him for the longest time. Neither of them said a word. Finally, she smiled and knelt in front of his chair, resting her hand on his knee. “I know you would never hurt me. I couldn’t be any luckier than I am to have you as my mentor. I love you,” she said through misty eyes.

Tears immediately spilled down Greg’s cheeks and Cassadee jumped into his lap and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. They cried together for what must have been ten minutes.

“Where do we go from here?” he asked, wiping his eyes.

Cassadee thought for a moment, then said, “I guess the first step is to get our relationship back to what it used to be. Friends first. We can worry about the rest later.”

Greg smiled and nodded. “I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted lately. I just didn’t know how to deal with it. And I didn’t know how to tell you. Or even if I was going to be able to face you after you knew.”

Cassadee nodded her understanding. “It was a shock,” she admitted with a laugh.

Greg laughed and said, “Yeah. For me too, when mom asked.”

“Do you want to go get some lunch?” she asked him. “Like we used to?”

Greg looked at her and wiped her face dry. “Absolutely,” he said, kissing her on the cheek.

Cassadee changed into a cute tank top and cut-off denim shorts with sandals and then Greg drove them to a Mexican restaurant. They talked and laughed with each other. Greg was slowly getting back to his old self and the light returned to Cassadee’s eyes. Then Greg began to ask her about her life since her Coming of Age party.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so different,” she began. “Where do I even begin? I mean, I’m not supposed to mention the names of any other mentors, but I’ve met them all. You were the last one.”

“Have you been intimate with all of them since the party?” he asked.

Cassadee blushed. “Yeah…”

Greg nodded, smiling. “OK. I was just wondering. What else have you done? Besides walk around the house naked. And tan in the back yard naked. And run around the neighborhood naked.”

Cassadee laughed. “Well, yes, I’ve done all of those things. Hmm…let me think. I’ve kind of been seeing a guy from school. Do you know Ben Davidson?”

“Of course. Ben’s a good guy. Are you guys…you know?”

Cassadee blushed again and nodded, biting her bottom lip.

“And there was Joey in the back yard—besides all of your mentors—it sounds like you have been a busy girl in the last couple weeks.”

Her face turned scarlet and she whispered, “You make it sound like I’m some kind of slut or something!”

“I would never call you a slut, Cass. It has a very derogatory connotation. But what is a slut other than a girl who enjoys and is very open with her sexuality? I don’t see anything wrong with that, as long as you are being careful.”

Cassadee thought about what he said. Was she a slut? She definitely wasn’t a whore. A whore had sex for money. But technically, might she be a slut? It was something she would have to think about. “You don’t have any hang-ups about my sexuality?” she asked.

“No. I love you. You’re my baby sister. I just always want to make sure you are safe and happy. If sex and nudity make you happy then I’m all for it.”

“Then why does it always seem like you can’t even look at me when I’m naked at home?” she asked, curiously.

Greg swirled some food around on his plate as he thought. “That was because I was still dealing with all of this by myself. You didn’t know I was your mentor yet. I was worried—and ashamed.”

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