A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... party at our house in Georgetown with my friends.”

“Don’t fret, dear,” responds Laura’s mother cheerfully. “We’ve arranged for your friends to join you at Uncle Arthur’s. I told him how close you are to Kim, Susan, and Mary and that the four of you going off to Switzerland in the fall. He said he’d be happy to invite them in your Sweet Sixteen.”

Laura’s spirits rise. “So that’s why none of them were at school today.”

“That’s right, dear. They are already at the farm, preparing for your arrival.”

As the driver skillfully guides the large German car out of the D.C. area and into Virginia horse country, Laura asks her mother why she and her father decided to hold her Sweet Sixteen birthday celebration at her uncle’s horse farm. “After all,” she says. “I hardly know Uncle Arthur. I hardly remember meeting him when he came to celebrate Christmas with us when I was nine.”

“I realize that he’s a stranger to you, dear,” replies Mrs. Gibson. “But Uncle Art has always taken a keen interest in your development. Now that you are turning into a beautiful young woman who’ll soon be off to Europe, he wants to make up for his neglect by hosting this party.”

Laura sits back in her seat with a sigh. All she can remember about the last time she met Uncle Arthur was how horrible his twelve-year-old son, Wilber, was to her. Her parents insisted that she play with him. It was an appalling day. When he wasn’t cruelly teasing her kitten, Wilber was pulling the heads off her ...

... dolls. He took a particular interest in her Barbie Dolls. He would take off their clothes and push thumbtacks into their hard plastic breasts and bums. Young Laura went crying to her parents and Uncle Arthur who had been enjoying cocktails on the patio behind her house. While her mother and father tried to calm her down, her uncle called his son over. The fat boy sulked into their presence. Before he could utter a word in his defence, his father slapped his face.

“I want you to apologize to your cousin Laura,” ordered Uncle Arthur.

With tears of humiliation coursing down his puffy cheeks, the youth glared at the young girl who was sitting on her father’s lap. “I’m sorry you’re upset,” he whispered. The look of pure hatred in his eyes belied even that weak apology. Within the hour Uncle Arthur and his son left. A week later, a delivery person delivered replacements for all the dolls Wilber had damaged. That was the last time Laura had seen either of them.

It’s early evening when the car enters the grounds of Uncle Arthur’s horse farm. White wooden fences border large green pastures. Beautiful horses grazed contentedly in the fields. This is no ordinary farm. As they drive along the private road Mr. Gibson explains to his wife that the farm was the country estate of his brother’s late wife. “Her family has owned it since before the American Revolution. It’s said that Robert E. Lee visited regularly before the Civil War.”

“Oh yes,” his wife replies. “It’s said that the ...