Your great-granddaughter's 18th birthday celebration

Emmie and Emma Jr. come over the evening of Emmie's 18th birthday. Emma has been in the kitchen for hours baking a birthday cake.

You have dinner with the three generations of beauty. The girl, the mother, and the grandmother. You can see clearly the resemblance as you look down from one to the other. Emmie is clearly Emma's grandchild. All the things you find attractive about Emma have been passed along from generation to generation.

As you observe the three ladies you notice that funnily it's Emma, the grandmother, who is dressed the sluttiest. She's wearing a dress that dives deep showing he cleavage - much of which she gain from breastfeeding Emma Jr.

Emmie is dressed the most conservatively, which is the style of girls these days. Long gone are the days when Emma Jr. was growing up and girls said it was oppressive to wear a bra. Styles bounce back and forth and right now the trend is to be prim and proper. You hope you make it to the next time it's cool to dress slutty. Those were good days.

After dinner Emma brings out the cake and you all sing Happy Birthday and tell Emmie to make a wish before she blows out the candle.

Only after Emmie finishes eating her cake and thinks the night is wrapping up does her mother Emma Jr. bring up the big news.

"Now that you're 18 dear, we want to properly initiate you into the family," Emma Jr. says smiling to her daughter.

"What are you talking about, mom?" Emmie says confused by her mother's comment.

"Well, in our family we all love your great-grandpa John," Emma Jr. says.

"I love him too, mom." Emmie is completely baffled and wonders if this is some weird punishment for not being excited enough to spend her birthday with her family. "I love you, great-grandpa John, I hope you know that," Emmie says turning to you.

"What your mom means," Emma says butting in, "is that we really love him."

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you're talking about," Emmie says as she starts to feel anxious because of the three sets of eyes on her.

"Your great-grandpa and I..." Emma speaks slowly to try to help her granddaughter understand, "...Well we've been lovers for many, many years - since we were young.

"OK, I am totally confused," Emmie admits as she tries to follow her grandmother's confession. "I thought you were 'lovers' with great-grandpa John's sons and well, you, you know you slept with them both and you didn't know which one... knocked you up."

"No, John arranged for his sons to share me at the same time. It was his gift to me - to grant me a child," Emma says as she puts a hand on her daughter's shoulder and looks lovingly at her.

"Is this a joke?" Emmie asks - not knowing what to make of all of this. Her birthday took a sudden weird turn.

"It's not a joke, honey. Not at all," you finally say, speaking up.

"Emmie, darling, it's time you should know," Emma Jr. says looking right into her daughter's eyes, "your great-grandfather - my grandfather - is also your father."