Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction and a continuation of the story "Patties Eyes". Warning: this is a self-edited long story with women exploring their sexuality in a variety of ways. Volunteers for story suggestions, editing, and/or grammar desired.
Chapter 1 - Last 10 Years
I am sitting in my chair, a cup of coffee in hand, French Toast and bacon on the table, and I am looking outside at a beautiful sunny day. How did my life get so screwed up? Ten years ago, I compliment a little girl fighting cancer. That night I lose my job and three months later that girl and her two moms save my life. I get a new job, have regular sex with two awesome, gorgeous women, and help raise an amazing little girl into a goddess. Life was awesome.
However, after several years, Janet and Jackie had a parting of the ways and to this day can't stand each other. Patty was given a choice to live with Janet or Jackie, she selected me. I had already purchased a house for all of us and now only two live here. Half of my income is going to help Janet and Jackie. I still love them both, I support them financially and we still enjoy sex. It's just two of us a night rather than three like it used to be.
I pick up a part-time job to help ease the financial burdens. Both Jackie and Janet got jobs, they're just not good enough to fully support themselves. With my help, they both live OK and don't complain ... much. They hate to take too much from me because then it hurts Patty and she means everything to them. For five years now, we alternate weekdays where one of the two sisters come over to see Patty and/or me.
Why am I looking out the windows on a beautiful Saturday morning? Patty is sitting next to me in her tiny two-piece yellow bikini that I refuse to let her wear. She doesn't listen to me. The bikini is indecent on her. She is now 6' tall, 38C-28-34. She has straight long natural blond hair that goes past her shoulders, and those magnificent deep blue eyes are still as mesmerizing as ever. I told her they were special and now they sparkle. Men can't say no to her. She is gorgeous and even I can't help myself, yet I feel that I should as I am her father figure.
Patty is my big problem, if I look at her, I end up staring at her, and she loves that. It's a game with her, to get me staring at her.
I ask a simple question, "Patty, you turn 18 in a week. What do you want for your birthday?"
Patty looks deep in thought, I know she is playing with me, I know that look. This girl is too smart, she already anticipated my question. She knows exactly what she wants. I am surprised at what she says.
Patty is eager to tell me, "Jack, there is only one thing I want, and you are going to give it to me. I won't take no for an answer. You know I have had no serious boyfriends. There is a reason, I am in love, it isn't anyone from school. They are not experienced enough for me, I want someone that is more ... mature, more experienced, and can give me what I need. I want you to ... get my mommies back together."
I spit out, "What? No way. I don't want them hating me. Do you hate me?"
Patty is prepared and calmly tells me, "I got a plan and Uncle Don is going to help."
For the next hour, she explains to me her fantastically outrageous plan. She explains how she will counter about 50 potential snags, many of which I thought could happen. She has been thinking about and planning this for a while. Uncle Don took care of the tickets and a rental island. Janet and Jackie don't know it, Patty already requested time off from their bosses who were more than willing to help.
Patty informs me that Janet, Jackie, and I just aren't as happy anymore. We are going through the motions of life, not really enjoying it. She is mostly right. I point out that I am working two jobs to help them, have a decent life, and put food on the table. She doesn't remember her and her parents shared one plate of mac & cheese when I met them. I explained how they used to eat, I got mad, I get up and go to my room. I am still tired from working late, a nap might help improve my mood.
Patty wants to climb into bed with me, I assure her there is no way that is happening. I ask about potential boyfriends and that makes her leave. I get several more hours of sleep before I go out to do the weeks shopping. Patty is gone when I get back, I must have hurt her feelings again. Sometimes I doubt my ability to be a father. I do the best I can and try to make them all happy. It's the weekend, I won't see Janet or Jackie, sure would like their company again. It was nice when they liked each other. I hope Pattie's plan works.
Chapter 2 - The Setup
Friday night I get off work, go home, and find Uncle Don's car in the driveway. I walk into the house and find two suitcases by the door. Uncle Don and Patty are cooking in the kitchen together. He is giving her tips on cooking.
Don commands me, "Jack, go take a shower, clean up, and wear the clothes Patty has set out for you. Be quick about it, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes."
Patty giggles, she is all over Uncle Don, I go to my room sulking. There is a pair of white shorts and white and blue polo shirt set out for me with white tube sox and white tennis shoes.
My travel bag is out. As I use things like my comb, I put it in the bag. As a mechanic I get dirty and greasy, I don't wear white, EVER! What is she thinking? Brand new bar of lava soap, ok I get it. I shave, clean up, remove all the grease and dirt, cut my nails, and dress. I look in the mirror, wow, I clean up nice. I go downstairs and am run over by an 18-wheeler named Patty. She jumps into my arms and gives me a huge hug.
An excited Patty says seductively, "Damn you look awesome. I love you so much, daddy."
She is near tears in my arms, completely wraps her arms around me, no feet on the floor.
Don, dripping with sarcasm, "Ya, I get that same hello every time myself. Do you have any clue as to what's going to happen?"
I answer, "Don, I have absolutely no clue. Patty seems quite driven yet secretive about getting her two moms together. I am all in with the idea, I have no idea why I am being left out."
Don knowingly replies, "You are still too close to both of my nieces, you would have spilled the beans. Patty and I have been planning this for two months and left no contingency unplanned. Trust her, she knows what she is doing and what she wants. It took some convincing I must admit, she is so determined, and how can anyone say no to her?"
Sadly, I say, "I know what you mean."
Patty is a bit frustrated with me, "Oh come on, you make this sound bad."
I reply nicely, "Patty, I just want you to be happy. College is coming up, boys, parties, and hopefully, a school will be a big part of your life. While I would love to have Janet and Jackie together again, they are so full of hate towards the other I just don't hold out much hope. I really hope you can pull this off, however, just because you want something to happen doesn't mean it will."
Dinner is ready. I find out that Don is taking us to the airport and then we have two flights. One to the Caribbean then a second to a smaller island. From there we are going to a tiny private island by boat. Patty and I will arrive Saturday morning, Jackie will be there around noon, and Janet early evening. That means the fireworks start on Saturday evening. Don has rented us a fantastic house with four bedrooms and a gorgeous beach. Only the four of us (Jackie, Janet, Patty, and myself) will be there.
Patty is not at all embarrassed when she says, "I know my moms are lesbians and they used to be together. I want to explore that side of me and I want Janet and Jackie to show me how. I don't want some nympho at college showing me, I want someone that loves me. I want you three together so you are all happy while I am at college. You know they both love you as I do, I want them to love each other again like they used to. This has gone on long enough."
I coldly comment, "I noticed that you keep ignoring men and boyfriends when I bring it up. I take it you don't have much interest?"
Annoyed yet again at me for the subject, Patty says, "I feel like a trophy to be won rather than a person. I grew up in a female dominated house so that had a big effect on me. You treated me like a person from the first time you saw me, and I love you for that. I always will. No other man has ever treated me as well so until I find one that does, I have no use for men. OK, other than Uncle Don."
We clean up, go to the airport. First class tickets, nice. Patty is nervous, she is holding my hand. She has never flown before. I spew facts about how much safer flying is than driving, especially since cars don't float. That makes her giggle and smile again as I am locked hand in hand with her. I admit it is nice.
It's now late Friday night and we land in the Bahamas. It's nice and warm even late at night. We stay at a hotel for the night and tomorrow we drive to a small airport. The room has two queen beds. She wants to sleep in my bed, no way. She is 17 still and my daughter. She looks upset that I said no, sorry, no choice, not 18 ... yet.
Chapter 3 - The Trap Closes
The next morning it is Patty's birthday, 18 years-old. I wake up to find her in bed with me and she is in my arms. She is already awake.
Defensively, Patty explains, "Before you complain, I slept in my bed last night. I woke up an hour ago, used the washroom, you were asleep, I am 18 now, I climb into bed to see what it was like. I wanted to know how it feels. Not in my wildest dreams did I expect being held by a man to be so awesome. Room service is on the way up, go take a shower. Your clothes are laid out already."
I take my shower and then I notice a problem, no towels. Not a single towel in the room. That sneaky bitch!
Patty smugly shouts out, "Towels are by the bed next to your clothes."
She left out that they are where she can see me. I am not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me blush. I walk out of the washroom naked, find a towel and dry off. I never make eye contact with Patty or pay her any attention. Still naked, I shave, use deodorant, comb my hair, and then finally I dress. Only after my shoes and socks are on do I see her eating and paying me zero attention. Ya, right.
I sit down, drink some orange juice, and look at the eggs when she says, "Nice ass dad."
I spit the OJ out my nose, "I walk in here naked, dry off, do my stuff, get dressed, and only when I am drinking OJ, do you say, nice ass? Kids. I see by the mimosas and small chocolate cake they found out it is your birthday. Don?"