It was the late evening of my 18th birthday after a big day of a family picnic out on the beach behind our house to celebrate. Dad and my four older brothers did the grilling; hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs...and the whole works. I was tired, but it was a good tired. Mom had made my favorite cake, Red Velvet, completed with homemade cream cheese frosting, with tons of chopped pecans mixed in. I loved nuts. I would sneak into the pantry and eat all the roasted nuts if allowed. My brothers had nicknamed me the "Nut Nibbler".
We had an awesome time in the sand, water, and sun. We laughed and played volley ball and badminton. It was another great birthday to cherish in my life. I loved my family and was extremely close to them. My brothers, Rupert, Roman, Aaron, and Allen, were all twins; two sets; fraternal. Rupert and Roman were about to turn 21 soon, and had taken more after our father in looks; very tan, muscular, broad shoulders and curly brown hair. Allen and Aaron were 19, and took more after Mom. Their skin was a lot lighter, and sandy blonde short hair. I seemed to be a mix of our parents. I had Dad's brown hair that was more wavy and curly, and Mom's very fair skin. But both parents and all my brothers protected and me and doted on me. Though they still loved to tease me as well, I got treated like a spoiled princess sometimes. But Daddy said it's because the Sovereign had good things planned for me.
I was relaxing in my room on the bed, wearing my University of Georgia t-shirt that barely covered the fact that I was only wearing white cotton panties underneath. But I wasn't bashful. Bodies were a beautiful thing to be admired. I was a virgin and unblemished, both physically and by society, and honestly did not know the meaning of the word shame. I had not even dated yet. We had been homeschooled by our parents due to their convictions, but we were of a different faith that was ancient and was of the old earth, and pretty much unheard of except by a greatly select few. So for fear of misunderstanding and ridicule we pretty much stayed to ourselves and associated with very trusted few.
My life was content, though I had starting noticing the attractiveness of the opposite sex, which was mainly my father and brothers, and noticed I started having certain physical reactions around them I did not quite understand.
It was getting late but I was staying up awhile to read one of my favorite old romantic classics. I was leaned up against my soft pile of plump pillows in the lamp light. My long brown wavy hair up in a ponytail, and wearing my glasses. I thought my glasses were cute and felt that they made me look smart. But my daddy said I was smart and didn't need glasses to look or feel that way.
I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said. The door opened slowly and in walked my daddy.
"Hi Daddy!" I said with a loving beam.
