“Fuck,” she whimpered, getting up onto her knees and riding the toy instead. “Oh god!” she cried, wondering if she shouldn’t just record herself and send it to her father. The next orgasm was just as good as the first, but it caused her to collapse on her chest, giggling away as she felt the toy slowly slide out of her pussy, continuing to rub her clit. “Daddy,” she cried softly, rubbing herself to one more orgasm before she practically passed out where she was.
She was embarrassed the next morning when heading downstairs. Her father recognised immediately, and the first thing he did after greeting her was take her in his arms and hold her as she cried, feeling mortified. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it,” he whispered.
“I just feel so stupid.”
“First real experience with alcohol. Lowers your inhibitions. If you want to forget about it, consider it forgotten. If you need to talk to me about something, you know I’ll listen to whatever you have to say, sweetheart. What I already realise is that you have some intense feelings for me that perhaps go beyond the usual.”
“I’m just…” She sighed, unsure how much she should say. “Thank you for not making me feel silly.”
“Never. You’re a young woman learning not only about herself but the world in general. These are confusing times for any young person. But I’ll always be here for advice and guidance. Just because you’re eighteen and now legally an adult doesn’t mean you can’t come to your father whenever you want.” Leaning back, he kissed her forehead. “Tell you what, let’s just park this for now until after your party on Saturday. If we need to talk, all you need do is sit next to me and say ‘Daddy, can we talk?’ and I will be all ears. Sound okay?”
Smiling, she kissed his cheek and started preparing herself some breakfast. Everything was normal that evening and the Friday too, putting what happened to the back of her mind. Caroline arrived on Friday night, not with the kids, Natalie driving her sister around the next morning. Seeing her father and Caroline kissing and cuddling in front of them was no longer any real shock. Assuming they’d eventually just go to his bedroom, she made herself scarce not long after dinner, spending most of her time messaging and talking to her friends before finding a good porno to watch, masturbating herself silly until passing out.
Caroline was up before everyone, Charlotte heading downstairs to find her already preparing breakfast. Greeting her with a smile, Charlotte had no problem showing her auntie affection nowadays, sharing a nice cuddle before she sat down, the smell of cooking bacon, sausages and eggs spreading across the joint kitchen and dining room.
“Staying until tomorrow?” she had to ask after taking a seat at the table.
“Of course. Though the most important reason is your birthday party, Lottie. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Natalie is bringing her sister around lunchtime. Give you two time to catch up before your friends arrive.”
“Going to let her enjoy a drink or two as well?”
“Maybe some wine. A couple of glasses, just like your father will allow the twins. What about all your friends? Are they all legal to drink?”
“Yeah. I’m the baby of the group. But they loved the idea of a pool party anyway, and daddy always loves the house being filled with our friends. Think it’s certainly helped him lately.” She looked across the room. “Is he okay, Caroline?”
Her auntie walked towards her, cuddling her again. “He’s still in pain, though he won’t admit it to anyone. Keeps a brave face on things. I like to think I helped him during those months, but now that it’s a reality, and he realises just how awful the marriage truly was…” Caroline let her go, sitting next to her. “Your mother was… No, I won’t ask about her. Instead, I’ll ask this. Do you think your father cheated on your mother?”
“God no!” she gasped, “Caroline, Mum slept with a dozen other men while married to him! At least!”
“Yes, at least. That’s what I could gather from her as I know she still kept secrets from me. She really thought I was her confidant, that I would keep all her secrets.” The smirk that formed made her giggle. “I played her like a violin, Lottie. She honestly thought that, because I was her sister, I’d just look the other way. What she didn’t realise was how much I love your father, and I don’t mean just romantically. All our family has always thought your father is a wonderful man, devoted to his wife and children. It was only after he learned the truth that he turned his back on his wife.”
“Do you think you love him more than she loved him?” she asked softly.
“As soon as she admitted to her first affair… I wanted to tell your father. But I had to get evidence. I didn’t want to look like the jealous sister.” Sighing, she added quietly, “Kind of wish I did tell him a while ago. I could have stopped at least some of the pain.”
Her father walked into the kitchen, sniffing. “Well, that all smells rather delightful. I am starving after last night.”
Caroline stood up and kissed his cheek. “Good thing I helped build up your appetite then.”
Everyone else arrived by the time Caroline finished cooking breakfast. Leaving the two older adults to sit and drink coffee together, Charlotte wandered back upstairs for a shower, chatting with a couple of her friends before she heard the arrival of relatives arriving downstairs. Mary and Jessica arrived together, quickly followed by Natalie and Crystal. She was chatting with her grandmother when her father approached.
“Your mother is on the phone. She’s rather upset about your birthday.”
She glared at her father. Not angry at him, of course. He was just the messenger. “I don’t care, Daddy. I’m not talking to her. I don’t want to see her.” Glancing at Emily, she kept the few curse words she wanted to exclaim to herself. But keeping her eyes on her little sister, she growled, “I want nothing to do with that woman, Daddy. She hurt this family. She hurt you. She hurt my little sister. She means nothing to me now. One day in the future, I might forgive her. But the wounds are raw and just seeing her will be too much.”
Meeting her father’s eyes, there was no missing he was taken aback by the ferocity in her tone. The fact there was no tears, only anger, perhaps surprised him too. But it was time he understood just how much she despised the woman who had birthed her. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll tell her. You’re eighteen now. You don’t have to have a relationship with her if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t. Today is about my family, which she is no longer part of, and my friends.”
He disappeared to give the bad news to her mother. Not ex-wife yet, that was still going through lawyers and the courts. It was likely only going to be resolved after the holiday period, her mother trying to throw up roadblocks though Caroline warned her more than once, if she stopped cooperating, she’d destroy her and enjoy doing it.
Friends started arriving during the afternoon, her father firing up the grill as, thankfully, all her friends enjoyed a good steak or burger. The pool was soon full of herself, friends and relatives. No doubt her father did wonder why no boys had been invited. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but a couple of her friends did, but she wasn’t interested in having them around. Her grandfather took over the grill so her father could wander out and join them. It was amusing when the pool went quiet as he took off his shirt.
“Fuck, your father is so fucking fit,” her best friend, Emma, whispered.
“Bet he’s got a great big cock too!” her other best friend, Simone, only just keeping her voice down enough not to be heard by everyone else.
Her father seemed to notice the seven girls had all gone quiet as he lowered himself into the pool, smiling in their direction. “Having a good afternoon, girls? Not drinking too much, too quickly, I hope?” There were shaken heads and definitely more than one blush. “Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night, though I don’t want to receive angry phone calls tomorrow if you arrive home too drunk.”
The seven girls spent all afternoon either lazing about in the pool, sipping at the cocktails her father made for them, nibbling at all the food prepared by her father, aunties and grandmother, and also laid on the grass nearby, resting on a towel, soaking in some of the spring sunshine.
Emma and Simone were the last to leave later that night. By that stage, her friends were as drunk as she was, but her father hovered close enough to ensure they remained sensible, escorting them indoors once their giggling suggested they were rather inebriated and safer on the living room couch than anywhere else. He hadn’t touched a drop and eventually drove them home.
While they were gone, Caroline walked in, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Sitting next to her, she was surprised when a hand was placed on her thigh. “Have a nice night, Lottie?”
“Yeah. It was a lot of fun.” She covered her mouth to burp. “Hope I’m not sick later.”
“You’ve been sensible enough, though you might have a hangover tomorrow.”
“Maybe. At least I booked the day off work.”
Caroline kissed her cheek. “I’ll look after your father until he’s ready,” she whispered cryptically. Charlotte met her eyes, but she had trouble focusing. “He loves me, Lottie. He’s told me as much, but we both know… There will be a time I’ll eventually meet someone, and we can both move on.”
“You won’t stay together?” Despite her own feelings, she loved her Auntie Caroline, and knew she made her father happy. The thought they might break up… She was surprised at her own tears.
Caroline hugged her tightly. “The fact I’m her sister will always be in the background, sweetheart,” she whispered, caressing the back of her head, “I wish I wasn’t, because if that was the case, I’d marry him in a heartbeat.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”
“I’ve dealt with my feelings for him before, but your mother gave me a chance to experience love with him.” Feeling her take a deep breath, the next question was a surprise. “How much do you love your father, sweetheart?”
“More than anything,” she replied.
“So do I, Charlotte. I’ve been in love with your father for a long time. Tried to find another like him, but I guess the fact I have an ex-husband, and a string of really bad relationships, suggests they are few and far between.” Caroline kissed her cheek before asking softly, “Can I asked a serious question?” After nodding, Caroline leaned back to meet her eyes. “Do you want to be intimate with your father?”
Charlotte nodded before whispering, “More than anything, Caroline.”