18th Birthday Party
"Daddeeeeee." Tina spotted the taxi pull up outside. Yanking open the front door, she dashed full pelt down the drive and through the gate. Just as the taxi drew away she jumped up and clung to my neck.
"Daddy, you're home," she shouted in my ear, almost deafening me. Kisses were rained on my cheek, my neck, and then a full-blooded smacker straight on my lips.
"Love you daddy, love you lots."
"And I love you too, Tiny Tits ."
"Daddy!" She reprimanded, wagging a finger at me. "My tits aren't tiny, they're just right."
"OK, sweetheart, I agree. Have you missed me?"
Tina unwrapped her legs from around my waist, let go of my neck and dropped to the pavement. She stretched her arms out to their fullest.
"This much daddy." She thought a moment, "No, this much and this much and THIS much. She stretched her arms again, jumped to the left, then jumped some more. I doubted she'd exaggerated. Being an only daughter, Tina had my full attention at all times that I was home.
My name's Mike. I'm a civil engineer and I have to go where I'm sent. The salary and perks are fantastic but I can be anywhere at a moment's notice, usually for several weeks at a time. Being part of a strong, go-ahead company, I can be sent all over Europe, Asia, even the United States. It's interesting work but I really miss my 'Tiny Tits '.
Her birth certificate says 'Christine' but it's a name that's rarely used. To the family and to her friends she's Tina. Tiny Tits is a school nickname that's stuck. Not in a derisory way, never that. Tina is a very popular girl - a tiny bundle of energy and fun.
Ever since she left her mom's womb, Tina has been small. She spent weeks in hospital hooked up to all manner of devices finely tuned to preserving her. All through her childhood she was by far the smallest in class and, where many kids shoot up post puberty, Tina simply took her time but never caught up.
Having temporarily managed to be released from Tina's arms and legs, I picked up my suitcase and hand luggage and we both walked inside. Brenda's hug wasn't quite so over the top but her kisses were real. Pinned against the kitchen unit she ground herself against me. Stopping only for fresh breaths of air we kissed for, it seemed, several minutes. In reality it was probably only one.
Brenda, my long-suffering wife of 20 years, seemed to pride herself with how quickly she could make me rock hard, just by kiss and pussy grind alone. I'd swear she logged it in some secret diary.
"It's real good to see you back home," she said, even though I'd only been away two weeks.
"Can you please put daddy down?" Tina asked. "I got to him first."
It seemed that as Tina got older she was becoming more and more jealous of Brenda. Maybe it was my imagination, but the stares Tina gave Brenda had become so sharp they were now razor edged. I shrugged it off. It was all hormones, her age. Tina would wake up one morning and all would be normal again.
"Come on then," I said, turning my attention my second favourite female. "Let's see what I can find for you."
It didn't take long. The bottle of perfume was Tina's favourite, bought from the airport shop.
"Daddy that is so ... WOW! Thank you, thank you, thank you."
At only 4 ft 9 inches tall and weighing barely 8 stone, when I bent down to greet her Tina would hook fingers round my neck so I could lift her easily.
"Daddy, if you'd been 2 days more you'd have missed my birthday." Neither Brenda not Tina liked me being away from home so much, but if my expertise was needed at a moment's notice I could be already booked on to the next flight out. I'd only just managed to wangle an early return.
"I'm sorry I missed helping organise your party but at least I made it home and there might just be an 18th birthday present for you from Paris that none of your friends will have." Tina's eyes lit up.
"Anyway, Tiny Tits . What have you been up to?
"Daddy will you stop teasing." Tina knew I was just trying to wind her up.
"OK Princess. I promise not to call you Tiny Tits again."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"At least until tomorrow."
"Daddy!"
"OK sweetheart. I won't."
The 22 carat gold bracelet had dented my credit card, but not severely. It was gift wrapped by the store, a famous Parisian store; I just had to make sure Brenda wouldn't see the bill. The gift was locked safely in the suitcase. Tina would have to wait two more days before she could wear it.
I'd phoned home as soon as I'd cleared border control. The meal was almost ready. Tina still hugged me tight, thrilled with the perfume. As our only child Brenda had asked me numerous times not to spoil her. It fell on deaf ears. Being protective though, I was still concerned about Tina's short skirts. Like many girls her age, Tina favoured very short skirts, her excuse was that they made her legs seem longer, maximising what little height she had.
It didn't take long for Tina to open the package and spray a little perfume on her wrist, dabbing a little behind each ear. The perfume smelled good as I leaned to kiss her on the cheek. Again, protective of my precious daughter, I was wary not to cause myself any undue visible embarrassment.
"Love you Daddy!" said Tina, precious words I'd heard many, many times.
Brenda shouted through. Dinner was ready.
We sat around the table as we'd done many times before. Tina chatted away, brought me up to date with all the college gossip, local news, who had stolen who's boyfriend, stuff like that.
*****
Two days passed. Most of the work had been done. Our detached Victorian house had a large basement which had, at some time, been converted into what could best be described as a large den. These days I used it as an office, a chill out zone, but when Tina had been small it was a play zone or games room. As she moved into her teens it was a place to invite friends with enough privacy and ideal for letting off steam. There was a shower room and even a foldaway bed.
The music system was a little outdated but it still worked well. There was more than enough power to satisfy any teenage ears; add to that a few CD compilations and we had lift off. Brenda and I had worked hard together to make it look the perfect place for an 18th party, a local sandwich shop had delivered the food and all we needed now were some guests.
Most of the friends Tina had invited were older than her. Tina's birthday was right at the end of the academic year, so she was the youngest of all the college students in her year. Her size, or lack of it, only added to the illusion, as most people thought she belonged to a much younger year group.
If I thought Tina's skirts were short, I had a lot to learn. Tina had decided there would be no boys there. Boys drank too much, wanted to kiss too much, wanted to grope too much. Tina had firmly denied any boys access. She had told everyone it was her party and her rules. The only exception to local girls being invited was her cousin, Maddy, who had travelled up from Dorset for a few days to be at what was a very special occasion. Tina could now legally buy a drink in a bar, vote, buy cigarettes and (if she wanted) watch an 18+ movie.
Maddy, 2½ years older than Tina, is the daughter of Anna, Brenda's sister. Although Anna is younger than Brenda, she was the first to conceive, 'out of wedlock' as the old phrase goes, and something as a shock to both her and their mother. Anna wasn't on the pill, and her boyfriend was out of condoms. Unluckily at the time, Anna soon discovered she was pregnant.
Things didn't turn out badly though. Her then boyfriend, Simon, and Anna got married and have lived very happily since. Anna had a second child, a boy, but not until several years after.
I really don't blame Simon for getting Anna pregnant. She was, and still is, very beautiful, though not of course (in case Brenda should read this) as beautiful as either my dear wife and daughter. Anna is far more outgoing than Brenda, although both are party animals. Brenda loves to party, Anna lives to party. I'd all on at times to divert my gaze from Anna. Long legs, nice tits, round ass and very fuckable.
I guess it was for the best that they moved, with Simon's work, down to Dorset. Although Yorkshire is God's own county, the good Lord spent far more time designing Dorset's scenery and very amicable climate. Maddy took on both her mother's beauty and her father's brain. Beautiful and brainy don't always go together but Maddy is equally as fuckable as her mother and smart enough not to get pregnant. Boys have to prove their worth before getting inside her gorgeous lace panties.
Hell, did I just say that? I guess at times I'm away far too long from the fairer sex. Maddy has stayed with us, sleeping in the spare room, quite a number of times. Simon and Anna aren't loaded but live comfortably. Both work, and, as soon as Maddy was confident enough to travel alone, she would stay for a week or two to catch up with friends she knew from her Yorkshire roots.
Her panties (hmm, how would I know that?) are fashionable rather than practical. Lace edged thongs are her choice, always accompanied by matching bras. Not that I take any interest in that, but sometimes I'm away from the fairer sex for ... OK, OK, you already know that. I'm always home for Christmas, unless some company has an exceptionally dire emergency and the funds to pay exorbitant fees for my services. It's only happened once.
Take the last but one Christmas. Simon and Anna had planned a Christmas well away from the British Isles and Maddy didn't want to spend Christmas alone. I was home by the 22nd December, just in time to collect Maddy from the railway station. Now Maddy is a flirt, an unashamed very feminine, very sexy flirt. She knows uncle Mike is a sensible, happily married man, with a wife and daughter he utterly adores. But Maddy is a flirt. Not 100 yards away from station parking lot and, well, the conversation quickly turned sexy. Sexy is good, 3 blouse buttons open and a bra designed to maximise cleavage is always good. Add a hand carelessly placed on my left leg is very, very good. Having it placed nearer and nearer my rapidly swelling cock is fucking fantastic, however Maddy's teasing had gone too far.
"I don't think you should be doing that," I said, quite firmly.
"But you're my favourite uncle," Maddy replied. "Don't you like that?"
"THAT, " I replied, "Is for your boyfriends, not for your uncle." I removed the offending hand, admitting to myself I was rather reluctant to do so.
Maddy pulled an exaggerated post. "It's OK. It's not like I'm going to say anything."
She placed her hand back on my leg. The bulge was still there and she knew it." But you do like it. I can see."
"MADDY! You've never been like this before." This time I didn't move her hand.
"Girls do grow up. You've always been real kind to me. And you're kinda hunky."
