Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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Chapter "Don't even think about it," Josh warned spotting the gleam of mischief in my eyes.

"You're no fun." I pouted. Josh sorted, set me on my feet, took my hand, and led me upstairs to the waiting tub, I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at Josh

Would you and lake stay with me tonight Daddy asked, and then snorted. "Nope, I can't call you Daddy, it's got to be Sir, I can't say Daddy with a straight face, and you would have way too much firm s**g my poor butt." Josh, laughing, agreed with me. "Sir will work just fine, baby girl and you're right. I'm always looking for ways to get that pretty a** of yours over my knee. Now, let's get you into the nice bath Jake you before the water gets cold" Taking my hand again, he led me into my bedroom and stopped me in the middle of the room. "Let's give Jake a little surprise," Josh smirked. "Ok, babs, arms up." Josh said, pulling off my tank top, taking a moment to appreciate my breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Josh turned me toward the bathroom, laying a smack on my a**, I squeaked and glared at Josh, who smiled sweetly at me, before telling me to get in the tub and he would be there in a few minutes

gave me a lingering kiss. I groaned quietly, and Jake grinned as he helped me into the tub, which was still pleasantly warm and full of lavender-scented bubbles. Jake adjusted the bath pillow for me and asked if I wanted him to get in the tub with me,

slid under the water.

comfortable, he began piling bubbles around us until they covered me up to my neck. Careful of

so he got to go home first; I had to stay anocher couple of works until I could breathe on my own. I was behind on a lot of childhood milestones. I was around four, I think, before I really started catching up with Josh. My mom decided to wait to put us in school until we were six, and it was later that year when she started getting sick. I will give my dad credit for one thing, he did find the best doctors for my mom at the time, Josh and I were too young to really understand what was happening. My dad hired a nanny for us because Mom was too sick to take care of four boys. A few months later she was gone. We met Patrick and his family soon after that, and by the time we were eight we were spending a lot of time over

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I could have met ber; it sounds like she is someone I would have really liked." I ran my still-damp fingers through his hair,

something I don't like talking about, not that I don't like remembering the good times. It was just so confusing and traumatic because of our age, none of us like to talk about that time in our life, I know she would have loved you, though, and would have been so happy for us. Jake agreed. "She was so patient and spent so much time with us. Drew and Mike said that our dad was always arguing with her because she refused to hire a