Life was so carefree until that day, when, on the morning of my eighteenth birthday, my father had thrown the apron of a serving wench at me and told me to get to work.
So I was to be a drudge then, in one moment all of my dreams and aspirations were shattered. I probably should have expected it, after all he wasn't my real father and I'm sure he just saw me as an extra pair of hands.
I had been taken in as a baby, left on a barren couple's doorstep one stormy night, or so the story went. My new mother had cared for me, I had no doubt of that but since she had gone my father's attitude towards me had become positively hostile.
I tried not to think about who my real parents were, there was no solace in that. The only person who had ever cared about me was gone from my life forever and how I missed her.
My adoptive family had owned an inn on the highway for generations and many a traveller had passed through its doors, slept in its beds and drunk its ale. The Countess, as it was known, was also very popular with the local workers, farmhands and such, and was always a raucous place in the evenings.
Late that afternoon I was sent out to the stables to make sure that the traveller's horses had been fed and watered properly. My father had never trusted Uncle Ham, our slovenly stable hand, and on more than one occasion he had found his mistrust to be well founded when Ham had been discovered passed out drunk in the middle of the day or indeed missing altogether for several days on end.
This morning though he was in good spirits. I immediately suspected him of drunkenness but was surprised when I could see no evidence of it.
"Afternoon Sarah," Uncle Ham leered at me, his eyes as usual were fixed on the plump flesh of my breasts which bulged and threatened to spill over the top of my low cut bodice.
"Good morning Uncle," I blushed as I spoke. His attentions were unseemly and wrong but still I felt a strange warmth spreading through my body and a fluttering in my belly when he looked at me like that.
"Give your old Uncle a kiss Sarah," he reached out for me. His voice, oily and deep, sent a delightful tingle down my spine as my blush deepened.
As he moved towards me I hesitantly gave him a peck on his rough cheek, the stale smell of old ale making my nose wrinkle.
"Come now, we can do better than that," he laughed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
His harsh lips found mine and, as I gasped at his rough handling of me, I felt his tongue worm its way into my mouth. I sought to push him away but he was too strong for me, and then I felt his hands on me and my body betrayed me. He was my Uncle and so old, it was all so wrong! But I melted into his arms as I felt his hands roughly kneading my breasts and bottom.
"Started without me Ham?" I jumped as I heard my father's voice behind me and fought to extricate myself from my Uncle's arms.
I managed to turn my head away from him as he continued to slobber over my face and neck, his rough hand now working its way underneath my bodice and deep within my warm cleavage, his other still clutching my bottom and supporting my weight as I tipped backwards.
My eyes widened when I saw my father removing his breaches and then I gasped as he pulled his long shirt over his head and I saw, for the very first time in my life, a man's cock. I had heard about them of course, the older village girls delighted in describing their soft warm hardness and delicious smells and tastes. But this was the first I had actually seen, it was far bigger than I had imagined and it was my fathers!
"Get her down and hold her, I'll go first," my father growled as he moved towards me, his stiff, angry looking cock bobbing and weaving above his heavy hairy balls.
I was hypnotised by it and put up only a slight resistance, whimpering quietly, as my Uncle Ham pushed me down into the hay on the stable floor.
I soon found myself on my back with Uncle Ham kneeling and holding my arms above my head, his bulging crotch only inches from my face. He moved his knees over my arms to pin them in order to free his hands and started to unpick the knot in the frayed rope that tied his breaches around his large gut.
I gasped as I felt my skirts being lifted and looked down between my legs. My father was kneeling naked before me, feasting his eyes on my under things and licking his lips as he caressed my naked thighs.
"F...father why?" I gasped as he leant forward and tugged my drawers down.
"Cos I promised your mother I'd wait 'til your eighteenth birthday," he sniggered as he crawled forward between my legs a look of unbridled lust twisting his features.
I felt something warm and fleshy against my face and looked up to see Uncle Ham's large hairy balls and rapidly swelling cock hanging over me. His fetid breath hissed between his teeth now and his eyes were wide and bright as he watched my father climb on top of me his hand guiding his stiff cock towards my virgin cunt.
"Oh no, no!" I moaned as I felt my father's cock pushing and probing and then suddenly sinking hard and deep inside me.
There was a sharp pain which lingered for a short while, but nothing like the agony I had been led to believe I would feel.
"Yesssss, fuck her!" Uncle Ham hissed, grinning like a madman.
I looked up at him and saw that his cock was now fully hard, his heavy, sweaty balls now resting on my forehead. He stroked himself slowly and carefully as he excitedly watched his brother-in-law plough me.
My body twitched and convulsed, seemingly out of control, thrusting my crotch towards my father as he thrust harder into me. It was so wrong...but it felt delicious. It was deliciously wrong and I gave in to the pleasure that was spreading like wildfire through my young body.