[Flashback] Sarah's 18th birthday

(**This branch is a prequel/flashback to the night of Sarah's 18th birthday, nearly a year before the events in the rest of the story**)

"Sarah.... Sarah... It's time to get up...."A gentle voice croons at you from above, softly patting your cheek to try to get your attention and arouse you from your slumber. "Come on.... Wakey, wakey, birthday girl!"

Your eyes snap open, then immediately closed again as your unprepared pupils take in the bright overhead lights in your room. You open them again more slowly to squint at the clock to figure out why your alarm didn't go off yet if it's time to get up. The bright red digital readout on your bedside table informs you it's 12:01 am, barely after midnight.

You went to bed at around 9 pm yesterday, knowing you would probably have to wake up early, but you were so excited for your 18th birthday that it took a fairly long time to fall asleep. You couldn't have slept more than an hour or so before now, why is your father trying to wake you up already? And why does he keep patting your cheek?

Your eyes snap back open wide as you realize what he's been gently hitting you with to get your attention. You back up several inches and rub the sleep out of your eyes as you see your father's big cock up close for the first time. The way things are now you couldn't have possibly avoided accidentally seeing it a few times before, but it looks way bigger from here, staring you in the face. You gulp nervously, but you expected this today. Just not so early and so suddenly.

"You're an adult now, sweetie! That means you can earn your own donations around here, and you've got a lot of catching up to do." Your father exclaims at you cheerfully. You can't take your eyes off of the threatening-looking pole of meat he keeps swinging in your direction as he speaks. "Don't be scared... Go on! Give it a lick!"

The virus began affecting you once you hit puberty, but the laws still stipulate that you can't solicit your own donations until after you've turned 18 years old. This has led to a recent new tradition that takes place on every woman's 18th birthday where every man in her life to gives her as many donations as possible to catch up for all the lost time. Extended family, friends, teachers, and even casual acquaintances all come together to give the birthday girl a dose or two as a present. You knew today would be a rough day before you went to bed, that's why you had so much trouble sleeping. You just didn't think it would start before the sun even comes up. He must be really excited.

You timidly lean in closer, sticking out your tongue and giving the head of your father's cock a small lick for the first time. He moans deeply at you like it's the best thing he's ever felt, so you give it a few more small laps to the same reaction. You've seen enough public medical extractions in your life to know there's more to a blowjob than this, so you gently wrap your hand around the base of his shaft; marveling at the thickness. You hope he doesn't expect to fit this thing in your throat.

"You're doing great, pumpkin! Go ahead and suck on it."

"Aw, come on, dad! Can't we do this in the morning?" You whine, too groggy from lack of sleep to think straight, much less give your first ever blowjob.

"I was planning on donating later in the morning too!" Your father says, pushing forward with his hips to press his cock insistently against your closed lips. "You've got a lot of catching up to do today, sweetie. Hopefully I can manage 18 donations for your 18th birthday!" He says thoughtfully. Then he adds with a wink, "And one to grow on."

He plans on giving you nineteen donations today? You're supposed to be going to school in the morning! Is he gonna let you stay home? Maybe he won't make you do this every time, you hope, knowing he probably will.

You reluctantly take the head into your mouth, awkwardly sucking and licking at it, trying to figure out what you're supposed to do. You attempt a combination of bobbing, licking, sucking, and giving an inexperienced handjob with both hands to the exposed shaft. Your father watches you with a warm smile as you try to figure out what part of this even feels good. You look up and catch his eye while you continue trying to please him, leading him to shudder slightly as he stares deep into your eyes.

"You're doing great, sweetheart!" Your father breathes out in excitement. "You look so beautiful sucking on... I mean... uh, with my cock in your.... um... I mean, you look really beautiful today."

You feel like you must look ridiculous, sitting on the bed in your pink flannel pajamas with no makeup and bedhead, strangely flailing at your father's crotch, not knowing what you're doing. Still, he seems to be really enjoying it and it doesn't seem too difficult. Maybe this won't be so bad. Especially if it doesn't take too long.

You try to figure out how to get a rhythm going, hoping this ends quick so you can go back to bed.