A Mormon Girl Comes of Age

Nephi Feldsted's morning started like any other. She had awoken early, dressed in her conservative yet pragmatic clothing, and gone about her usual chores. She made the little ones their breakfast, packed their lunches, and kissed their cheeks before seeing them off on their morning bus to school. It was a crisp fall day, and just starting to feel cool, and Nephi enjoyed the walk back to the house alone. This quiet time to herself was nice after the morning rush.

Returning to the kitchen, Nephi hummed absentmindedly as she unwound her scarf. Nephi's thoughts were particularly distracted because today was her 18

th

birthday. So far, there had been no mention of it from her family. This wasn't unusual. For a conservative Mormon family, birthdays were not to be fussed over. Nephi was actually pretty relieved at the possibility that it might go by unnoticed. She did not enjoy being the center of attention, preferring to pour her energy into being helpful and of use to others.

In the midst of these thoughts, Martha, the matriarch of the Feldsted clan walked briskly into the kitchen. Nephi straightened and gave her Ma her full attention. Ma was a thin, weathered looking woman. She looked like someone who may have been fairly pretty when she had the fresh blush of youth, though her nose was a tad too long. Her hair was thick, though graying, styled neatly with a bouffant in the front, and long and flowing in the back. Her clothing was slightly large on her, as if to hide any womanly curves she did have. And she wore no makeup.

In contrast to her mother, Nephi was quite smaller. Short, and although not curvy, of feminine proportions. Her cheeks round with health, and a small mouth with a rather large lower lip giving her the look of a pouting child. She had the same clear blue eyes as her mother, but they appeared gentle, and docile, where there was fire in the eyes of the other. She did appear to be her mother's child, but her face was carved by a much kinder sculptor.

Though Ma appeared a severe woman to the casual acquaintance, she was very respected by all that knew her, and Nephi, being a very forgiving soul, had only gentle thoughts about her. At the moment, Nephi could tell by the flash of irritation in Ma's eyes that she would need to use caution and carefully choose her words as not to upset her further.

Ma on her part drew in a sharp breath, pausing to look at Nephi in disapproval. Even the red flush of exercise on Nephi's cheeks seemed to irritate her.

"Nephi, you will not be doing your usual chores today."

Nephi nodded in submission, looking down at Ma's shoes.

"You will be with Rebekah today."

Nephi looked up suddenly with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Rebekah was Pa's youngest wife. She was just four years older than Nephi, and they had been fast friends since her marriage to Pa three years ago. Rebekah could turn any chore into a game, any moment into a memory. With her dancing brown eyes and bouncing blonde curls, she was always ready to shower Nephi with attention, her vivacious personality making up for Nephi's quiet admiration.

Ma looked stern, and Nephi felt perhaps she betrayed too much pleasure in her face. Ma continued.

"Rebekah has some special chores for you to complete today. She will also be helping you prepare supper as Papa has a special friend coming over tonight. You will cook the roast that I brought from the store yesterday."

"Yes mama," Nephi said obediently, this time being careful not to betray any personal feelings about the situation.

Ma looked her over carefully, and seeing nothing else she could object to, turned and left the kitchen.

Nephi, rejoicing in her heart, went to find Rebekah.

She found Rebekah in her bedroom, smoothing the covers over her bed.

Nephi grinned as she shut the door behind her.

"Reba! Mama told me we are to spend the day together."

Nephi's heart fell a little as she saw the same look of irritation on Rebekah's face.

"Oh Nephi, everything is a game to you," she said fluffing her pillow.

Nephi felt an overwhelming desire to get back into her friend's good graces.

"Reba, I can't stand it when you're upset with me! I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you ask, I won't even smile."

Rebekah laughed, "Nephi, I can't be mad at you," she said looking back over her shoulder and rolling her eyes.

Nephi felt a wave of relief as she watched Rebekah reach over the bed to fluff the other pillow. Rebekah was the image of perfection to her. Her long curls falling to her slim waist, she moved with such confidence and life. She felt so mousy and plain in comparison. Her own face had too much character. Her own personality, struggled to reach the surface. If Nephi was capable of anything like envy, she would have felt it at how easy it seemed for Rebekah. But Nephi felt nothing but happiness at being able to call Rebekah her best friend.

"What were the chores Ma wanted me to help you with?" Nephi asked.

Rebekah paused, "Nephi, I'm sure you're aware of the significance of today."

Nephi blushed.

"You're 18 now. That means you're officially a woman. Father has ordered that you be made aware of what that means. And that we start preparing you for serving a man as a wife."

Nephi sat down on the newly smoothed bed in a sort of daze, "Is that why Mama was upset?"

Rebekah sat close next to her, and grabbed her hand. Nephi squeezed it, and felt that Rebekah always instinctually knew when she needed reassurance.

"Yes, that's why Martha was upset. She thinks it's too early. Your Pa thinks it's far too late already for you to start learning these things."

"But..." Nephi started protesting, "I know all about cooking, and mending, and taking care of children."

Rebekah laughed, "Oh Nephi, you're so innocent. Not

those

kind of ways of serving a husband. These kind of ways."

And with that Rebekah pulled up Nephi's skirt and grabbed her inner thigh. Nephi pulled her skirt back down and pushed Rebekah protesting. This led to a play struggle, Rebekah trying to push her hand back up Nephi's skirt and Nephi smacking her until both girls were laughing.

"Well the bed's ruined." Rebekah said smiling to herself and flopping herself down on it. She was pleased that Nephi's look of concern had been replaced with giggles, though her brows soon furrowed again as she propped herself on one arm and looked down at Rebekah.

"Did Pa really say those things?"

"That's what Martha said."

Nephi's face flushed, and she started biting her nails.

"Oh Rebekah, what do I do."

Rebekah laughed, "Just listen to me. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Nephi shook her hair into her eyes, "I don't know if I want to hear about you and Pa."

"Oh Nephi," Rebekah said in exasperation, "Technically Jerom is not your real Pa. He's your step-father."

Nephi surprised herself by blurting out, "Yes, but Ma remarried after my real Pa died when I was only a girl. I don't even remember him really, except for a few memories. He was very old. Pa has been my Pa since I was 11."

"Has he really though? You don't know what a real Pa is like. A pa shouldn't treat you like a servant for his other children. You know it's true."

"Reba! Stop it! What a shameful way to speak about Pa! He always provides for us, we have everything we need. And that's a blasphemous way to speak about

your

husband."

"Ha!" Exclaimed Rebekah, "Maybe everything we need, but not everything we want," She smiled mischievously and rolled onto her side facing Nephi.

"What!" Said Nephi laughing.

Rebekah's gaze met Nephi's. And for a moment they both stopped laughing.

Nephi felt strange, time seemed to stop for a moment, as Rebekah looked down at her mouth and then back into her eyes.

Nephi caught her breath and she heard herself say, "What do you want Reba..."

Rebekah whispered back, "Maybe, what I want..."

Nephi felt Rebekah's hand slip between her legs and squeeze, causing her to let out a small whimper. This involuntary sound seemed to encourage Rebekah who started massaging her crotch through the material of her skirt. Nephi shut her eyes tight, her heart pounding. She was very confused. She didn't know how so many feelings could fit inside her at once. Something felt wrong about this, but she was also curious, and liked how it felt. Either way, she felt helpless. Her fate was entirely in Rebekah's control. She did not know how to tell her stop even if she wanted to.

Rebekah's breath quickened. Nephi opened her eyes and looked at her. "Do you like that Nephi?" she breathed. And not waiting for a response, she unbuttoned her blouse. Before Nephi knew what was happening, she was looking at Rebekah's perfect breasts, heaving on a heavily aroused chest. Nephi felt like things were going places she had no control over. And while she was thinking this she surprised herself by latching onto Rebekah's breast, with an overwhelming feeling like she had no other option. She gently worked her tongue against Rebekah's small pink nipple, encouraging it to become erect.

"Nephi, oh God, I've thought about this so much," Rebekah panted while receiving the pleasure of being suckled, "Let me touch your pussy."

Rebekah pulled up Nephi's skirt, and yanked her underwear down. Nephi instantly stopped suckling and turned red. Rebekah read her mind.

"Don't worry Nephi, I don't mind that you have hair there, I like it, it's cute."

Rebekah sucked on her fingers and then slipped them between Nephi's thighs. Nephi let out a high pitched moan as Rebekah's wet fingers slid on either side of her clitoris and started to massage her.

"Shhh..." Rebekah cooed, as she entwined her fingers in Nephi's dark brown hair and gripping her long dark tresses, pushed Nephi's open mouth against her nipple.

Nephi looked up at Rebekah, her heavy lidded eyes half closed, pieces of her dark hair sticking to her wet cheek. She gently licked Rebekah's nipple, swirling her tongue, and giving it little kisses, sucking and then letting it bounce out of her mouth.

Rebekah's fingers starting curling towards Nephi's opening with each massage stroke. She gently touched the hole, feeling how wet she was. Nephi was surprised by amount of wetness between her legs, she had sometimes had a patch of wetness in her underwear, but never this much. She had never touched herself before and all these sensations were new to her. It seemed like Rebekah knew her way around her own body better than she did herself.

Rebekah gently massaged Nephi's opening with the tip of her middle finger. Continuing to massage, she pressed gently, soft pink walls of flesh encasing her finger. Nephi had forgotten about Rebekah's breasts, and was just trying not to moan too loud, thinking of nothing but the delight of this little intruder wiggling inside of her.

"You are so adorable," Rebekah grinned, as she pushed her finger inside of her as deep as it would go, engulfing her finger up to the knuckle inside of the smooth wet fleshiness. She started massaging it inside her, using the same wiggle motion.

Nephi gasped as she felt Rebekah withdraw the finger from her, and then plunge two inside her. At first the wiggling of Rebekah's fingers made her feel a little bit like she had to pee. But she found herself pressing against Rebekah's hand, wanting to be touched everywhere inside.

Rebekah pressed her mouth against Nephi's. At first Nephi didn't respond. But Rebekah kissed her mouth softly, and gently pushed her tongue inside, coaxing Nephi's tongue to play. Nephi's tongue slid against Rebekah's, and she felt an electricity. There was something so familiar about kissing Rebekah, so natural. It was indescribable to Nephi, she touched Rebekah's arm, trailing her fingers along her skin, delighted to find the same feeling when she did this as well.

The feeling and the realization seemed mutual. Rebekah's kisses trailed from Nephi's mouth down her neck. Her warm breath giving Nephi goosebumps and making her pant, her own chest heaving, she felt a frenzied arousal, wishing for Rebekah's mouth on her own breasts.

Rebekah sat up suddenly. Nephi looked up at her. She was so beautiful. Her blonde waves falling over the bare chest of her opened blouse. Her erect nipples wet and glistening from being suckled.

"I'm going to make you cum."

With that, Rebekah pulled Nephi's underwear off completely. Nephi felt a cold rush of air and whined. Rebekah seeing this, grabbed a nearby throw blanket and covered herself and Nephi's lower half with it.

Nephi felt a wiggling wet tongue touch her clitoris, and then a hot breath as Rebekah pressed her mouth against her. Nephi had no idea that she could feel this good, and didn't want it to stop. Rebekah's warm tongue continued to take liberties with her most secret place. Each wet strike on her clitoris a mixture of pleasure, and the strange thrill of feeling uncontrollable movement in a place that had never been touched by anyone else, and certainly not like this before. As she was processing this, she felt two fingers again inserted inside her, and start to work in tandem with Rebekah's soft pink tongue.

Nephi felt a strange, tight feeling, she lifted up her buttocks, but Rebekah just pressed down more, and licked her clitoris and massaged inside of her faster. Nephi felt like maybe she was going to pee. The feeling kept building up, but so did the feeling of throbbing pleasure, growing more and more intense. Nephi gripped the bed, as her buttocks lifted off it again, this time, she felt her uterus inside her convulsing, her vaginal canal squeezing Rebekah's fingers, and intense waves of erotic sensations coursing through her body, and centering on her clitoris. The convulsing became smaller, but each one more intense than the last, feeling like bursts of delicious erotic pulses, until at last, her clitoris became so sensitive, that she pushed Rebekah away. Her hole feeling relieved as the fingers withdrew, her wet pinkness giving a last few muscle spasms, before total relaxation washed over her, and the feeling of being very sticky.

Rebekah emerged from under the crocheted throw, and cuddled up against Nephi under it. They remained like this for several moments before Rebekah spoke.

"Nephi, you need to bathe."

"What?" Nephi said shyly from underneath the security of the blanket.

"You need to get cleaned up for tonight. It's very important to Jerom that you be completely clean and presentable."

Nephi was quiet, Rebekah seemed unwilling to discuss what had happened, and suddenly cold. Not knowing what else to do, she found herself taking Rebekah's lead.

"Yes, of course Reba."

"Don't look at me that way Nephi," Rebekah said softly as she buttoned up her blouse.

Nephi got off the bed, and pulled up her underwear, trying to smooth herself out best she could.

"Nephi. They told me not to tell you, but the man coming over tonight, it's Mr. Prestwich."

Nephi looked confused, "That's one of Pa's old friends, he's been here plenty of times."

"Nephi, Mr. Prestwich has a son, remember him? Jacob Prestwich. He's his eldest son and he's just turned 23. I've heard talk that his father is looking for a girl to be his first wife. Does it seem odd to you that Jerom would plan for him to come on your birthday like this? He is going to see if you are a suitable match for his son."

Nephi's heart raced. She knew of Jacob Prestwich. He was an exceedingly good looking boy. With wavy brown hair, and dimples when he smiled, though known as somewhat mischievous and a flirt.

Rebekah saw the look in Nephi's eyes and spoke cooly, "Well, I see you're pleased."

"Oh Reba! Don't judge me so harshly! Don't you think it's quite good luck, to have a husband with a father that is such good friends with Pa? And he's so handsome as well, though his poor father is quite the opposite. And to be his first wife as well! I would hold the privileged space in his household."

"Sure, if that's what you want," Rebekah said in the same cool tone.

Nephi was silent. She felt that Rebekah was being unfair. This situation was everything she could have dreamed of for herself. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel that after what had happened between herself and Rebekah, somehow, the news wasn't as welcome as it would have been otherwise.

"Well come on, let's get you cleaned up," Rebekah said briskly.

Nephi followed her obediently into the bedroom's adjoining bathroom. Rebekah held up a razor.

"Your Pa wants your body completely hairless for tonight."

"Buh..why?" Nephi managed to squeak.

Rebekah looked frustrated, "Stop asking so many questions. I've already told you more than I was told to tell you. Please just obey your Pa's wishes."

"Yes, Reba," Nephi said looking down.

This time, there was no comforting word from Rebekah. Nephi heard the bathroom door close, and she looked up to see the razor placed on the sink, a towel and what looked like new clothes set out for her as well.

It took some time for Nephi to totally shave her body. The clothing that she wore didn't require her to shave. And Ma thought it was a vain activity either way and did not buy razors for the household. Nephi, however was glad for the time to herself. The mixed feelings she had about what happened between her and Rebekah seemed worse now that it was over. She felt as if something very wrong had happened. She was mixed between feeling regret, and wanting to feel that feeling again. That, eruption that happened between her legs. Just thinking about it made her blush.

When Nephi did emerge, she was dressed in the fresh new clothing, which was modest, but elegant and more modern than what she was used to wearing. She also made sure to fix her hair in the style Pa liked, down and wavy.

Rebekah was no longer in her bedroom, but the bed had been remade. The evidence of the sexual encounter they had had was gone. Nephi went into the kitchen, where she saw Naomi, Pa's second wife, and Rebekah.

Of all three of Pa's wives, Naomi was the only one to give him children. Martha, Nephi's mother and Pa's first wife, was never able to conceive again after Nephi. This caused Pa to quickly remarry another wife. His large brood of 6 children was entirely with Naomi. Naomi was an ordinary looking woman. Somewhat overweight, with broad shoulders and a small, button like nose, and long thick brown hair. She was a very pleasant woman, and dearly loved Pa. However, it was somewhat common knowledge that Pa had remarried quickly, and with the idea to create progeny. So while he was grateful to Naomi for her devotion and her fruitful labor to him, he desired another wife for sexual pleasure.

Rebekah was 19 when she had been courted by, and married Pa. Rebekah certainly respected Pa's wishes, but it was clear she was not in love with Pa. From their friendship, Nephi gathered that it seemed Rebekah saw marriage as a way to escape her home life. And since her own father was very strict, and would only marry her to one of his friends, Rebekah had accepted Pa's marriage proposal, despite him being nearly 60 at the time.

Pa's friend promised when he gave him Rebekah, that she had a fertile womb, and never missed her monthly menses. In spite of this, Rebekah failed to conceive. This seemed to be Pa's main frustration with family life. Pa greatly desired to impregnate the beautiful Rebekah with his seed, and his seed had not taken root in her womb. Nephi secretly wondered if Pa was planning on taking a 4

th

wife, in order to expand his brood.

It suddenly struck it as odd to Nephi that this home, the only home she ever knew, could all be far away very soon. She could have her own life, with a handsome man, one she was sure she would easily learn to love. She felt a pang, thinking about being separated from the children, as well as Rebekah... But her thoughts were quickly interrupted.