Birth of a Goddess Ch. 01

It was the late evening of my 18th birthday after a big day of a family picnic out on the beach behind our house to celebrate. Dad and my four older brothers did the grilling; hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs...and the whole works. I was tired, but it was a good tired. Mom had made my favorite cake, Red Velvet, completed with homemade cream cheese frosting, with tons of chopped pecans mixed in. I loved nuts. I would sneak into the pantry and eat all the roasted nuts if allowed. My brothers had nicknamed me the "Nut Nibbler".

We had an awesome time in the sand, water, and sun. We laughed and played volley ball and badminton. It was another great birthday to cherish in my life. I loved my family and was extremely close to them. My brothers, Rupert, Roman, Aaron, and Allen, were all twins; two sets; fraternal. Rupert and Roman were about to turn 21 soon, and had taken more after our father in looks; very tan, muscular, broad shoulders and curly brown hair. Allen and Aaron were 19, and took more after Mom. Their skin was a lot lighter, and sandy blonde short hair. I seemed to be a mix of our parents. I had Dad's brown hair that was more wavy and curly, and Mom's very fair skin. But both parents and all my brothers protected and me and doted on me. Though they still loved to tease me as well, I got treated like a spoiled princess sometimes. But Daddy said it's because the Sovereign had good things planned for me.

I was relaxing in my room on the bed, wearing my University of Georgia t-shirt that barely covered the fact that I was only wearing white cotton panties underneath. But I wasn't bashful. Bodies were a beautiful thing to be admired. I was a virgin and unblemished, both physically and by society, and honestly did not know the meaning of the word shame. I had not even dated yet. We had been homeschooled by our parents due to their convictions, but we were of a different faith that was ancient and was of the old earth, and pretty much unheard of except by a greatly select few. So for fear of misunderstanding and ridicule we pretty much stayed to ourselves and associated with very trusted few.

My life was content, though I had starting noticing the attractiveness of the opposite sex, which was mainly my father and brothers, and noticed I started having certain physical reactions around them I did not quite understand.

It was getting late but I was staying up awhile to read one of my favorite old romantic classics. I was leaned up against my soft pile of plump pillows in the lamp light. My long brown wavy hair up in a ponytail, and wearing my glasses. I thought my glasses were cute and felt that they made me look smart. But my daddy said I was smart and didn't need glasses to look or feel that way.

I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said. The door opened slowly and in walked my daddy.

"Hi Daddy!" I said with a loving beam.

"Hi Baby," he responded quietly.

Daddy always visited nightly, just as he had done all my life, to talk, read me a story, or tuck me in. On rare occasion, he even sang to me as he held me and helped me drift off to sleep. So tonight was definitely not out of the ordinary as he walked in with no shirt and wearing his collegiate pajama pants that actually matched the shirt I was wearing, except his red pants had little red bulldogs all over it, while my shirt only had one big one. My brothers, like my father had done, were all studying online for degrees with UGA, which is what I would be doing as well in the Fall.

Normally though, Daddy would come climb into bed with me but tonight he sat on the end of the bed and motioned me to join him. I could tell something was on his mind.

"What's up, Daddy?" I asked as he took my hand.

"Baby," as he looked me seriously in the eyes, "since you are now of age, you are ready, according to our sacred faith, to be transitioned and given the gift and rite of womanhood. And you know, how Mom and I have always taught you, that learning to become a man or woman is a sacred thing and involves sacred practices of your body, called sex. Also, sex between a man or woman, or partner of your choosing, is an extremely sacred thing and not to be taken lightly. The gift of sex should be taught and given to you by the ones who first gave you life. Sex creates life, and as life-givers it is our sacred duty to teach you how to create life in a pure, sacred, and pleasurable way. That way you can please your life's mate and be true life-givers and creators yourselves."

I am elated at the news that now I will become a full woman, yet I am so nervous because the full process has never been explained since it is so incredibly sacred. I start trembling a little and ask if mom will be joining us too?

"As the mother, she is charged with giving the gift to her sons, your brothers, which she has already done when they turned 18. But you were too young to know. There is a part of the rituals where she will join us to complete the rite, but since you are a daughter it is the obligation of the father to initiate you into womanhood."

I nod my head in understanding. He continues.

"Now after the ritual is complete, your brothers and you will be allowed to practice your gifts as you will until you are permanently bridged to your chosen life mates. But we will discuss that later, as one sister with four brothers may wear you out and I won't have my Princess overwhelmed, even if it's for pleasure." He leaned over and kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Is the ritual tonight?" I ask with a little tremble. "Is there something I have to do to prepare?"

"No, Baby doll, you are to get your rest tonight. It has been a long fun-filled day for us all. I want us to feel revived and ready. After breakfast in the morning, we will make preparations." He caresses my face and moves a lock of hair that had come out of my ponytail and was hanging down in my line of vision, "I am so proud of you my love. I am so proud to be your father and be able to be the one chosen in this life of giving you the special gift of becoming a woman."

He stands up, pulling me up with him and into his arms. He holds me in an extremely tight embrace. I tremble as I feel his hardened pelvis as I have never felt that from him before. I feel warmth between my legs, which has started to happen frequently when I am around him and my brothers. Mostly when I am watching them do activities that cause them to sweat or exert their muscles. I breathed deeply, inhaling my dad's masculine scent. It comforts me.

He releases me and then pulls me to the bed and holds up the sheet for me to crawl under. He tucks me in and kisses me softly on my nose this time. As he stands up I can't help but notice his pants have a massive bulge in the pelvis area. I definitely have not ever noticed that before.

"Good night my Princess," he says as he turns my lamp off, leaving me in a moonlit room.

Sleep is not quick to come. I feel a bit nervous about tomorrow. I reach my right hand down into panties and start rubbing myself. I rub the little button, not even knowing what it is, or why it feels good, but gods does it ever! I think about my Daddy holding me earlier and my body's mysterious reaction to his closeness that has started changing and evolving. Thinking of this, and feeling so good, I finally am able to fall asleep.