Note: this is my version of the Christmas story. It is not meant to be a dogma, forced down other people's throats. It is an erotic tale based on the lives of Joseph and Mary of Nazareth ("Miriam" in this story). I must acknowledge that I have gotten some help in this one from Jessy 19. She picked out the name for instance, and suggested that it be very romantic. I hope that she likes the resulting story.
chapter One:
"Miriam!" shouted Rebekah, the girl's mother.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Miriam, get dressed. Your 2nd cousin Joseph is coming over today. He is your betrothed, remember?"
"Yes, Mother! I've barely even met Joseph! I have not seen him since my last birthday, and both you and Father want me to marry him. He's an older man, anyway. So, what is the rush about?"
"He is coming over to meet you again, and get to know you better, as well as renew his family connection to us. He is a successful carpenter, so you should pay him some respect, not to mention the fact that he is your betrothed."
Miriam hurried with her changing, and then went out to feed the kids. Her family's she-goat was quite fertile, with a proper number of kids to become either milk or meat for their subsistence. Miriam's side of the family was definitely not the wealthy part of it.
Her father was a herdsman, with several cattle, but not as much as the neighboring Bar-Levi family. They were the wealthy herdsmen of the hamlet of Nazareth, a de fact suburb of the Greek city-state of Sepphoris. Sepphoris was a Greek colony, virtually independent of all outside rule, and it pretty much eclipsed neighboring Nazareth. People from Sepphoris sometimes came through Nazareth, barely concealing their scorn for the locals.
Miriam's family basically hoped that her marriage to Joseph Bar-Jacob would enhance their prosperity and status. She was the only child left, since her brother Zadok had been executed as a supporter of Parthia by Herod, the country's ruler. Her burden to preserve the family line and assets was very much increased by that tragic event.
Joseph was related to her, which was considered a good thing, not a bad one, unless one was too closely related to one's betrothed, such as a brother or uncle. The Torah made it clear that such people should be stoned to death for close incest. Joseph was exactly as distant a relative as he had to be for their purpose. He was still of the same extended family.
When they all sat down to eat, Joseph could not help but notice that Miriam, now 18, was quite lovely, albeit in a rustic way. She had an earthy, olive complexion, smooth skin, very cute lips and plenty of dark, almost black hair. Part of him wished that they were already wed.
Joseph was not sure of how Miriam felt about the marriage, but he knew that he was rather pleased at the choice. Did she prefer to find some way of her betrothal, was she resigned to it, or did she get thrilled by it? He was not in love with her, but he liked the idea of Miriam being his wife. She seemed a very pleasant girl.
As for Miriam, she was starting to see that Joseph was rather smart, sensible, and not exactly ugly. She knew that he was somewhat well-off, and that certainly impressed her, but she did not know him as a person that well, until this dinner. His face was not beautiful, but he was strong, tall, and sturdy. He had a nice beard, not too bushy, and rather wavy hair, which was quite appealing as well.
What's more, he smiled at her frequently, was kind to her, and even seemed to have a sense of humor. Not such a terrible arrangement that her parents had made for her, after all. In fact, for some strange reason, her body was beginning to squirm with the thought of losing her virginity to this masculine fellow.
Something about this cousin of hers, this manly carpenter, was making her feel excited.
She would have some serious dreams about him tonight! Strange, that morning, he seemed like a future burden, and now, she felt rather thrilled at the idea of marrying him. She might not be in love with the man, but she at least liked and admired him. In fact, she found her hands doing something that she was embarrassed to have known- she was touching herself.
Miriam was fondling her womanhood, when suddenly, Rebekah entered.
"Miriam! Don't do that to yourself! It's wicked!" Rebekah yelled at her.
"But Mother, I'm a virgin, and I feel so excited when I see certain men."
"That doesn't excuse self-abuse, Miriam. You're my daughter, and we don't allow that kind of behavior yet. No touching that part of you until you marry Joseph."
"But, I was thinking of Joseph!"
"Were you? Well, you won't have to think of him in a month, when you marry him. Can't you wait that long?"
"In the meantime, how do I handle this desire for him? I need some release!"
"No, you just think that you do. Time will make you a satisfied wife. Until then, however, you are not to defile your body that way. It's like violating yourself."
With that, Rebekah left a much frustrated Miriam, who didn't understand her mother at all. What was wrong with taking care of her need to climax? Tonight she was getting so wet at the thought of her betrothed, and that should have made her mother happy, but apparently her pleasure didn't matter. Her mother just didn't want her "defiled" or "cheapened".
Miriam for once ignored her mother. This time, she was just being unreasonable. Her body cried out for satisfaction, and she was going to have it! Her hand returned to her pussy, and she began to gasp a little, as her breath became a little heavier by the second. A watery fluid was soaking her cunt again, and Miriam knew that she had climaxed. What else was she to do? She was a virgin, and this was her only pleasure.
Joseph, however, was not counting on catching his betrothed pleasuring herself. He was innocently walking up to her house the next morning, when he saw her squat behind some bushes. He naturally assumed that it was to relieve her bladder, but then he noticed the moans that had to be from the orgasm of a woman. He had heard them in Sepphoris, the time that he and his friends all visited it, but they had not experienced one there themselves, because it was just too expensive. Instead, they had relied on boys for their pleasure, which were alot cheaper, and did not carry the risk of impregnating a woman.
He had come back several times, for different boys, but that youth seemed to actually enjoy what he did, which definitely made the difference. He had swallowed his seed, bent over for him, and offered to let him use him anally. Of course, he never told people in his town about those taboo acts, even if some would wink at them.
He had to see his betrothed in her moment of delicious ecstasy. He was certainly not going to interrupt it or inform her parents. This would be their secret, which he would keep for his own pleasure.
Joseph watched for quite a while, as Miriam's fingers brought her to the point of release repeatedly, and he soon found his own fingers wandering. They went under his robe, stroking his penis for several minutes, and making him rather hard indeed.
This continued for nearly half an hour, and then Joseph found himself ejaculating. He then realized that he had to urinate, and he started to do so, when he heard Miriam gasp.
"Joseph?"
"Miriam?"
"Joseph, you didn't see anything, did you, my dear cousin?"
