Emily
“Are you excited about turning eighteen, Emily?” Crystal asked her.
“I don’t think much is going to change except I’ll legally be allowed to drink, which interests me a little bit, smoking, which is a disgusting habit, and then voting, which I’ll get to do in the next election.”
“Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?”
Turning to meet her cousin’s expressive blue eyes, she smiled as she knew Crystal wanted to be eighteen as soon as possible. They were only a couple of months apart in age. Emily had to do a lot of maturing in the years after everything that happened with her family though she was still the baby of the family as much as her cousin was.
“There’s one thing I want above anything, but I just don’t know if it will happen,” Emily said softly.
Crystal rolled onto her side, cuddling into her cousin. “I think you need to talk to Charlotte about it. I mean, they’ve done what they can to keep us oblivious to everything. My mother and your father are clearly in love, and although they’re not married, they wear rings of commitment. But Charlotte is wearing the same thing…”
“I just don’t know if Daddy would ever…” Emily paused, taking a deep breath to hold back her emotions that were on the verge of overflowing. “When I told him I liked girls, it’s because I do like and prefer girls, but it’s mostly because the only man in the world I love, and I know I want…”
“And you’re not jealous that I love him as much?”
“He’s been the only male influence in your life for so long, it’s no wonder you have feelings too, Crystal. I love the fact you call him Dad too.”
Getting up for school the next morning, aware her eighteenth birthday was only in a couple of days, she knew something was being planned for her. Charlotte, Nathan and Alyssa had all been taken out on their birthday for a meal and to legally purchase alcohol for the first time. Emily hadn’t been tempted to drink yet and wasn’t sure she’d even like it anyway.
Her father was already up and about when she wandered into the kitchen. Turning to look at her, that familiar smile appeared before she walked over to cuddle him, feeling his strong arms wrap around her. They cuddled in silence for a couple of minutes.
“Love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe my little girl will be eighteen in a couple of days. I’m fairly sure I told you to stop getting older.”
Giggling against his chest, she felt his arms tighten slightly. “I’ll always be your little girl, Daddy,” she promised him, “Even when I’m old and grey, and you’re even older!”
It was another long day of classes and studying, spending any free time with Crystal and her other friends. She hadn’t lied to her father about not liking any of the boys at school. They were all stupid and immature compared to her father, and even Nathan carried himself with a maturity that belied his youth. Probably because he was in a relationship with his sister and Crystal’s older sister.
Returning home to study, she was at her desk when she felt arms around her, a soft kiss on her cheek. She turned to see her oldest sister. She felt a wave of love flow through her. If anyone in the house loved her as much as her father, it was Charlotte. Her big sister had been there by her side for years, particularly when she was struggling so much in the last years before Christine was finally booted from the house.
“What do you want more than anything else in the world for your birthday?” Charlotte whispered.
“Daddy,” Emily replied immediately.
Charlotte kissed her cheek again. “I know. It might take a little convincing. He didn’t sleep with me immediately either. When I get home tomorrow, we’re going to go shopping for some sexy clothes. A new dress, maybe some jewellery, some sexy stockings and heels. I have a lot of make-up, so we’ll make sure you’re looking beautiful for when we go out for dinner.”
“Love you, Charlotte.”
Turning her around and standing her up, Charlotte hugged her little sister tightly. “I can’t believe you’re eighteen in a couple of days,” her older sister said softly.
Dinner was always a wonderful time in the Jenkins household. Her father and Caroline were quite obviously head over heels in love with each other. Emily had always wondered if she should start calling Caroline ‘Mum’ like Crystal called her father ‘Dad’. Even Natalie had started calling him ‘Dad’ in the past couple of years. Emily had no love for her birth mother after everything that happened, and Caroline had proven to be a wonderful mother figure in her life for the past few years.
Returning to her bedroom after dinner, Crystal joined her as the pair spent most evening studying hard. Emily wanted the best exam results possible as she wanted to be a vet. The household had never had animals, not even something like a hamster for her own room. It just wasn’t something that ever happened. She knew being a vet wouldn’t be easy at times, particularly when it came to animals that were in pain.
Heading to bed that night on the eve of her birthday, she did wonder if her life was going to change all that much once she was considered an adult.
“Happy birthday, Munchkin,” she heard her father whisper the next morning, opening her eyes to see her handsome daddy smiling at her, his hand immediately caressing her cheek before leaning down to kiss her forehead, “I can’t believe you’re eighteen today.”
Sitting up, she hugged him tightly, sighing happily as she felt how firm his chest now was. He’d never let himself go while he was married to Christine, but during that time everything was going wrong and then when things were getting serious with Caroline, there was no doubt he put a lot of effort into self-improvement, and he’d continued that in the years afterwards. The tight white t-shirt he wore clung to his muscles and highlighted the definition of his chest. Her father might be in his forties, but he was still very fit and undeniably hot.
What made her cry was when everyone else in the household appeared and it turned into a group hug. Caroline whispered how proud she was, her siblings whispered how much they loved and adored their little sister, and Natalie and Crystal hugged her tightly, whispering how much they loved spending as much time as they could with their cousin.
Her father remained in her bedroom after everyone left, Emily crawling into his lap and snuggling against him. She’d barely grown any taller throughout puberty and her teenage years, feeling almost like a dwarf compared to her father. Even Charlotte remained four to five inches taller than her. At least she was around the same height as Crystal, while Caroline was only a couple of inches taller.
“Where would you like to go tonight, Munchkin?” he asked, feeling his finger caressing her back, unable to stop snuggling into him as tightly as possible, “Wherever you want to go is fine with all of us. This is your night.”
Gazing up at him, his blue eyes sparkled as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, giggling as his stubble tickled her. “You know I love Italian, Daddy,” she replied.
“And what about after dinner? Where would you like to go?”
“I’ve never touched a drop of alcohol, Daddy.”
“You haven’t?”
“Crystal and I have always been good girls. All our friends are the same. We’re all good girls. We wanted to wait until we were old enough, and even then, we’d want to be safe. We’re told far too many horror stories about your women going out and ending up in bad situations. But can they come over on the weekend?”
“You know your friends are welcome at any time. If you want to spend Saturday lazing by the pool…”
“Might wear a new bikini. I don’t exactly have big breasts or anything…”
Considering how small she was, Emily hadn’t been surprised that her breasts hadn’t exactly developed. She was a B-cup at most. At least she wasn’t completely flat-chested, but even Crystal had developed larger breasts than herself. Caroline had a fantastic set of tits though that was probably helped by having kids as she had the sort of womanly figure that Emily would admit she hoped to have later in life.
Emily giggled as he easily picked her up, almost blushing as she found herself straddling his lap, his finger underneath her chin so her eyes were looking into his. “I don’t want to hear any of that, Emily,” he stated softly, his hand moving up to caress her cheek, feeling her lower lip tremble, closing her eyes as she savoured his touch, “You are my perfect little girl. If there is one thing that I can always be thankful to your mother for, it’s that I have Charlotte, Nathan, and Alyssa, but when she told me that we would have no more children after you…” He paused and hugged her tightly. “You were my last born child. I know I’ve doted on you something fierce. No matter how old you are, Emily, you will always be my little girl.”
She couldn’t help sobbing. “I love you so much, Daddy,” she murmured into his chest as his arms tightened around her.
“And I love you just as much, Emily.”