Happy Birthday

"It was always the same. "Em, go to your room! Em, don't come downstairs!" For as long as I can remember, "Mom" would bring men home and send me upstairs. Not that day." Emma said, staring ahead. "Em, your father always said that if you are old enough to vote, you are old enough to drink!" she said to me. I'd been sneaking shots from the liquor cabinet for some time, but I wasn't going to pass this up. There was a man sitting on the couch, but there was always a man sitting on the couch so I didn't pay him any attention."

"Mom went to the kitchen and came back with two full wine glasses. I pretended to hesitate, but of course I accepted. I'd never drank wine before, so I didn't know the bitter, chemical taste wasn't normal. Half way through, I was already feeling light headed. She refilled my glass and her own. I was expecting that to be the signal for me to be banished from the downstairs."

"Em, have a seat. I've got another surprise for you!" she said, walking up the stairs. I waited until she was out of sight, drained and refilled my glass, and steadied myself on the counter. I was so stupid, thinking it was just the wine." she said; going silent for a moment. Suzy was feeling a sense of dread as she told the story. Finally, she continued.

"I mean, the guy was handsome, don't get me wrong. I can sort of remember his voice. He was telling me how pretty I was and how lucky I was to have a mom that loved me. I was probably flirting back, I don't know. I remember him filling his own glass and sitting next to me. I drank half of my wine when I felt his hand on my knee. I went to push it away, but it was like all the strength had left me."

"It gets kind of fuzzy from there. I don't remember how I ended up topless, only that his tongue was in my mouth and hand down the front of my yoga pants."

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Emma shook her head. "It felt good. REALLY good. I'm pretty sure mom had put some Molly in the first drink. His fingers were..." she said, blushing. "I remember worrying we were going to get caught, but he kept telling me how beautiful I was and to just relax and enjoy myself."

"He...**** you?" Suzy asked, almost in a whisper. Emma let out a mirthless chuckle and sniffed, obviously trying to hold back tears. She took a breath, let it out, and sighed before continuing.

"No. At least not like the other... well, it wasn't a "****" ****. He didn't hold me down or anything, and my responses certainly looked like I wanted it. Hell, I did want it..." Emma said. Suzy realized Emma had experienced the difference at some point. She sat and listened. "Anyway, the next thing I know my yoga pants are on the floor and his tongue is in my pussy and I'm running my fingers through his hair. First orgasm I'd ever had... anyway, he quickly laid on top of me. I was still shaking; confused. I felt him push my legs apart, and he slid in...

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Emma's eyes were almost glazed over, lost in memory. "God, he was good. I remember trembling on the couch, my toes curled so hard my feet ached. I remember him carrying me upstairs to my room. Hmmff. I even helped him with his clothes. I remember having to hold the bedframe as he knelt behind me on the bed. I'd never felt anything like that. You know, the first time a thick, big cock really fills you up? He wasn't rough or sloppy, just hard, long thrusts inside me..."

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Emma was unconsciously shifting in her seat, her body responding to the memories. Suzy couldn't help but admit the story was having an effect on her as well.

"Wait, so you weren't a virgin?" Suzy asked. Emma shot her a disapproving glance. "Sorry. What...what happened?"

Emma finally looked over at her, a weak smile on her face. She shrugged and held up her hands in silent resignation.

"He came inside me. I was so worried. It was like I suddenly snapped back into reality. One minute, I was drinking wine with mom and the next I had so much cum inside me that it was practically bursting out of me from my spasming body. I wasn't on birth control, and I knew he wasn't wearing a condom..."

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"I sank down onto the bed, quivering and crying. He kissed my forehead, put his pants on, and left. It was then I realized "mom" had been watching from the doorway. The bitch even had a smile on her face. She kissed him, full on the lips, as he left."

"Happy birthday, honey!" she said with fake enthusiasm. I wiped away the tears as she handed me another glass of wine and a pill. "Plan B." she said, matter-of-factly." I was so out of it that I couldn't even find the words to confront her. I just took the pill, drained the glass, and covered up and went to sleep. The next day, she hands me the keys to this car. "You can thank Leonard. He was quite pleased last night."

"So, that day, "mom" told me about the world and how it worked. The mansion, the men, Dad; all of it. "Life is cruel, and expensive. Sex is something you can trade for everything and it costs you nothing." she said. She's right." Emma said. Suzy looked at her. She didn't know what to think about Emma's story, but it had clearly cost her something, indeed.

"You want to get out of here just as badly as I do, don't you?" Suzy finally said. Emma looked over at her, barely keeping herself together. Her lip quivered, and she nodded. Suzy's anger drained away as she leaned over to hug her cousin. The tall girl began sobbing into her shoulder as Suzy hugged her tightly.

"You think I'm a whore, don't you?" Emma said, sniffling. Suzy leaned back and gripped her shoulders, her own tears welling up.

"I fucked a guy for a 12 pack yesterday. If you're a whore, so am I. Let's get the money and get the fuck out of this place. Together." Suzy said. Emma started crying again, and hugged Suzy close.

"Really!? You'd do that?" she said over her petite cousin's shoulder.

Suzy took a deep breath. "Yeah. Let's finish this." she said, hugging Emma tighter. She couldn't see the mischievous smile on her tall cousin's face. It had been a good performance, afterall. "I'll go next. You need to freshen up." Suzy said. Emma leaned back, wiped the last of her tears away, and started the car.

"Okay. Okay. Where to?" she asked. Suzy dug her phone out to see who she'd swiped on. She showed Emma the pic and the address. Emma gave her a sympathetic smile. "Well, it could be worse." she said supportively. Suzy looked again, not quite so sure about that.