My Family Is Special, Especially Between Us Girls

My mother offered to make a cake for her work friend's birthday. Her offering, meant I made the cake. When my mother had me cook she always stayed there with me, giving me lessons, pointers, suggestions. She believed that a woman's job was to know how to cook. And cook well. I had been cooking since I was three and stood on a stool beside my mother. My grandmother told me that my mother learned the same way and one day I had to teach my daughters to cook. A woman cooking in our family was a thing of pride. "You are responsible for your family's health and that starts with what you serve them at the table". It was our motto.

But that afternoon I was fourteen and I was baking a cake for my mother. She made tea, and while the cake baked we drank tea and ate some homemade cookies. "You know you are going to get fucked", she told me. "It's not the most pleasant thing". "It's a lot like getting beat up, instead of fists he uses his dick". " The quicker you submit the easier it goes". "Just nature doing it's thing". "Sorry but it's true, when you do get fucked you can talk to me if you want". "It's embarrassing so I won't hold it against you if you don't".

These were the talks that we had growing up. Matter of fact, the real thing. No sugar coating. None of that. "Cook, keep a nice home, have children for him, be nice to him, don't argue with him, you button your lip, and when he needs you close, you open your legs and don't complain".

"The first time I got pregnant I didn't know what was going on" she said another time. "Not till I was sick and vomiting did I put two and two together". "I was knocked up with your sister and I was getting married". "No man is going to marry a girl another guy knocked up". "It's worth remembering". "Men don't share, I can testify to that".

"You know you have a skinny bottom" my mother observed on day. "Some men like that". "And small tits too". "Remember you can catch more flies with honey". "Cook, make a nice home, have his children and everything is going to work out".

I got my first phone the next year and I got caught going out after school with friends. I answered the phone and when my mother asked me where I was I told her. You are pretty dumb when you are fifteen. I had KP duty for the next two weeks, all by myself. Top to bottom, the whole house, and meal planning and cooking and serving the table and cleaning up. I learned the hard way not to lie to my mother or try to fool her in any way. My sister just smiled, she had done KP several times herself. And no, you don't help your sister, everyone serves their own punishment.

I was seventeen and going to the prom with a next door neighbor. My father told him he was going to beat him up with a baseball bat if he even tried to touch me. Prom was the night you lost your virginity, at least in my town and my school. Most all girls waited till prom. My sister set things up for me, it was at one of her friend's house whose mother was a midnight nurse and her father was out of town. The set up was for us to use her friend's bed, and they put new sheets on it, and flower petals on the bed and the floor and they had pretty hand towels laid out (I had to ask what they were for). Before my sister went to her friend's house to set things up, she stole the baseball bat and took it with her. The baseball bat was prominently displayed against the wall, in case he was getting the jitters.

I got so embarrassed my sister had to help. She took his penis in her hand and lined it up and so it would go right into my vagina. Then she put her hand on his butt and pushed him down and let him get up and pushed him back down again so he would do it. I kept my eyes locked on my sister the entire time. When he came, and he came like a camel, my sister took one of the hand towels and gave it to him and told him to go clean himself up in the bathroom, and she took the other hand towel and held it tight between my legs, her hand pressing tight against me whispering in my ear that I had done just fine for my first time. "Hey you didn't get fucked in the back of a pickup truck, did you?"

"If you don't get fucked you don't have to tell Mom about it. Right? He didn't fuck you, believe me. Nothing to tell."