This story incorporates ideas and requests from reader feedback. In response to some other feedback I've received, this series is, of course, entirely in the realm of fantasy and should stay there. I only advocate the idea of committed soulmates who can share any kink or fantasy without judgment. Sometimes, it's fun to fantasize or roleplay something you'd never want to do in real life. So relax and enjoy. Or don't, and enjoy whatever you like. Thank you for feedback of any kind.
Evelyn had no idea the beginning of the year would coincide with the next promising phase of her life. Her 18th birthday was today, December 31st, and that night, the newly legal teen was attending a New Year's Eve party with her daddy, Jack, at the Fertile Valley Convention Center. Her entire birthday had so far been a lot of hectic running around. They had just returned from visiting extended family out of state. During that visit, Jack seemed more eager than usual to get back. There was a small get-together at their house earlier to celebrate Evelyn's birthday; it was nothing huge, but that was fine with Evelyn. All her friends over eighteen RSVP'd to attend the New Year's Eve party, so she treated that as if it doubled as her public birthday party. It was unlike any other party she had been to, being a daddy-daughter event, with the rule strictly enforced. It was held across the hall from a mother-son party that her brother Alex and her mom Rachel attended last year and were doing so again. Evelyn was wearing a cute short skirt and a halter top. Rachel was dressed in an extremely slutty and expensive designer blue dress that barely hid anything. Rachel knew it was time to teach her daughter how to dress to make Daddy happy. Evelyn had already been told that her mom's birthday present would be a clothing shopping spree they'd go on together. Daddy said he was waiting until tonight to give her his biggest present. Evelyn couldn't wait to see it. Her daddy always doted on her, and his presents were so thoughtful.
Evelyn had heard since she could remember that kids in this town eventually start spending much more time with one of their parents than kids living anywhere else. Nobody ever told her what that meant. It seemed part of a joke that nobody wanted to explain. Evelyn had always been close with her daddy and was sure she loved him more than anyone else.
Evelyn was short, just like her mom. In fact, she looked a lot like her mom. Blonde hair, brown eyes, a round kissable face, an hourglass figure with C-cup breasts, an ass that can make any man salivate, and a mouth hole big enough to avoid scraping the thick family cocks. Unlike her mom, Evelyn hadn't had any sexual experience. Everyone else in the family knew this would no longer be the case by the time the party was over.
Half of the girls in Evelyn's class had turned eighteen before her, and she had noticed a trend. As time passed, the girls in her class started to diverge into two groups. One group that was extremely happy and who was constantly whispering and laughing among themselves, and lately rubbing each other's bare tummies. The second group contained girls who were oblivious to the changes in the other girls or wondered what was happening. Every time a girl had her 18th birthday, it was as if she was instantly moved from the second group to the first. The next time anybody saw her, the girl would look content and happy, like she'd discovered the secret to the meaning of life. And, in fact, she had.
While she was at the New Year's Eve party and the clock slipped closer to midnight, Evelyn noticed many girls attending fell into the first group. Now that she thought about it, everyone at the party was over 18. She got a strange feeling. It felt like they all kept looking at her with a friendly, knowing smile. Daddy looked anxious like something was on his mind. While mingling separately, she repeatedly saw her daddy talk to different groups of men. Each time he spoke to new men, they'd introduce themselves and shake hands. Then Daddy would point at Evelyn, and the other men would all look over. They would each give an approving nod, then do something like shake his hand again or pat him on the back. One other dad even gave him a high five. Evelyn loved her daddy, maybe more than anything or anyone else. Still, she had yet to learn what they might be talking about. Everyone is so weird.
About half an hour before midnight, the father and daughter met at their reserved seat. Each daddy-daughter couple only had one seat reserved. When Evelyn looked around, every girl sitting down was on her daddy's lap, some of them with one hand looking like it was pressed into the man's crotch.
"Maybe it was for support or balance," Evelyn thought.
One girl leaned back against her daddy with his arms wrapped around her and his face nestled against her neck. Her eyes looked sleepy and unfocused, and her jacket covered her daddy's hands. In contrast, she looked like she was rapidly breathing shallowly until suddenly, her entire body shook in small tremors. The girl slumped back further against her daddy's chest.
"She must not be feeling well," Evelyn told her daddy, bringing his attention to the tired duo.
"Don't worry about it," groaned Jack, "her dad will ensure she's taken care of."
Daddy was right, as always. Evelyn always knew to listen to him. The concept of parental respect was drilled into the heads of every student in school every day, and Evelyn was always a great student.
Evelyn had to shift a bit to find a more comfortable position, and when she leaned back, Jack moved before his daughter felt a big, hard lump in his pants. Jack shifted and coughed. He wanted a little more privacy for what was soon to happen.
"Are you OK, Daddy? How is your injury?" Evelyn asked. "I haven't heard Mommy help you in a while.
At this point, Jack had a couple of cocktails and, being so horny he couldn't think straight, said, "Yeah, it hurts a little, but don't worry about me. It's what happens when Mommy and Daddy don't spend enough time together."
That made Evelyn think. She had noticed Mom spending much time in her brother Alex's room with the door closed. Her mom said not to open the door because Alex needed help massaging a badly hurt sports injury. They needed privacy because Alex was embarrassed. Everyone was so weird. She could always tell that they finished the massage when the massage noises stopped (the rhythmic sounds of bedsprings creaking and the bed hitting the wall) and her mom and brother yelled in celebration. Evelyn never had or was given a massage, but it sounded like hard work. For a while now, probably since her brother's 18th birthday, her mom has been helping with her brother's sports injury. Afterward, Mom would go down the hall to the master bedroom and help Daddy with his old injury.
"It's so weird that father and son have the same sports injury a couple decades apart. Must be a genetic thing," Evelyn hypothesized.
Lately, though, Mom has been spending more and more time helping in Alex's bedroom until she started falling asleep there. And sometimes the massage noises kept going after they each yelled. Stupid Alex must keep reinjuring himself, making it harder and harder for Mom to massage it out. Last week, it was decided that from now on, Rachel will sleep in her son's room to help him at a moment's notice if needed. Last Saturday, they both emerged from the son's bedroom, looking exhausted but satisfied. Alex must have required some frequent and hard deep tissue massage to get him and Mom tuckered out like that. They stayed in Alex's room most of the day, only coming out for food and restroom breaks so Rachel could give her son a long day of physical therapy.