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“Father!”
My daughter threw herself into my arms. I stumbled backwards, nearly tripping on the porch steps. It felt so good to have her in my arms again after so long. “I missed you, baby.”
“Brandy!” her mother whispered. “Don’t hold her like that!”
My daughter let go and took a step back, only to turn her eyes to look at me. I’m taking her in. She must be 5 foot 6 inches tall. She’s grown up, too, and her butt is a heart that’s about to break.
“Hi, Sam,” I said to her mom.
“This is Samantha for you, Charles.”
“Charles, do you have anything to say?” His thug brother came up to me. I have no idea why this man felt the need to take my ex-wife and daughter here, let alone in a police uniform. Probably trying to scare me.
“Are you going to arrest me again, Henry?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I don’t dare,” I said. “I know you don’t care about things like evidence or probable cause.”
Henry motioned me over until we were out of earshot of Samantha and Brandi. Brandi looked angry when her mom whispered in her ear.
“I’m here to clarify something with you,” Henry said.
“Henry, don’t start.”
“Shut up and listen,” he yelled. “Brandy doesn’t believe you’re a sick bastard. But you and I know better, right?”
“You know nothing, Henry. You lied in court, you got your sister a restraining order, and you kept me away from my daughter for three years.”
“If she wasn’t 18 I would still keep you away from her, but if she wanted to spend her last summer before college with you, I wouldn’t be able to stop her.”
“Look, say what you want to say.”
“I’ll be checking on her all summer,” he said sternly. “If I catch you touching her or even looking at her the wrong way, I’ll beat you to death with my baton before I bring you in. Got it?”
“Jesus, Henry. Sam’s lies have really warped your mind, haven’t they?”
“Don’t kid me, Charles. She’s my niece.”
“I understand. Did you threaten me?”
He didn’t reply, just clicked his tongue, put his hand on his stick, and walked back to Samantha. “I think we’re done.”
Samantha hugged Brandy and looked at me. “Be good.”
“Jesus, Sam. Please believe me.”
They left and Brandy said goodbye. I had to resist giving them the middle finger. After they were out of sight, Brandy smiled at me. “I miss you, Dad. I mean, Dad. Mom said I shouldn’t call you ‘Dad’.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because it turns you on.”
I covered my face with my hands. “That’s it… whatever you want to call me. Your mother is crazy, Brandy. I know she told you some things about me, but they aren’t true.”
She smiled at me. “Okay Dad. Come on, I want to see the house. It’s been forever.”
“You know the way,” I said.
She quickly went inside. I picked up her suitcase and walked into the living room with her heart shaped ass.
“Oh my God,” she said, “even the furniture is like that!”
“It’s been three years, Brandy, not thirty,” I said, putting my bag down.
“It’s like a blast from the past, you know?”
I walked behind her, trying not to look at her ass, where her blue dress seemed to be falling down, creating waves with every step she took. She had a matching blue halter top and blue sandals. I noticed she had also painted her fingers and toes a light blue. It was a contrast to her long red hair that spread over her shoulders and chest.
When she arrived at the restaurant, she pulled up a chair and sat down. I looked at her and smiled. “That’s what I miss now.”
“Me too. Your family always loves dinner.”
“still.”
“Isn’t there a cell phone on the table?”
“The rules still apply.”
“I can go ahead,” she said, standing up. “I don’t want to get beaten up.” She winked at me.
I rubbed my face again. I was about to let the man go.
Next up is the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator. “Wow, I think I left this Chinese food here three years ago.”
“Brandy…”
She giggled. “Honestly, you need to go shopping.” She pulled out a bottle of wine. “Wine? No brandy?”
“You don’t keep brandy in the fridge.”
“Oh, do you have any brandy?”
“Yes. Why?”
She shrugged. “Just curious.” She put the wine back and closed the refrigerator.
I followed her to the hall, but she didn’t go into her room. She entered mine.
“Wow, you have this big bed.” She jumped up, lying on her back with her arms spread out. My eyes fell on her blue skirt, which was riding up to her thighs. If I had done something weird, like bending over, I might have seen her panties…but I didn’t.
“Do you remember my bed?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I used to jump on it all the time.”
I giggled. “You’re my guest.”
“Really?” he said, sitting down.
“Definitely.”
She kicked off her sandals and stood up. “I’ll do it.”
“Do this,” I said, eyes glued to her dress.
“Don’t blame me if I break your box spring. I’m not 60 pounds anymore.”
“I’m not worried about it.”
“Okay, I’ll go right away!” She jumped up, and when she fell, her skirt rode up. I saw a pair of panties: simple white cotton panties that clung tightly to her crotch, and then disappeared. But she got up again and her skirt followed her. My eyes widened. She giggled and fell onto the bed. “My mother would kill me if she caught me jumping on the bed.”
“I’m not as strict as your mother. Are you ready to see your room?”
“Yeah.” She got up from the bed and walked past me. Her room was across the hall. “Wow, you kept it just like I had it,” she said. The room was still painted purple, with a purple blanket on the bed and a table on one side with a small TV on it. She looked at the poster on the wall and smiled. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I like that band. This is so embarrassing.” She ripped it off the wall, tore it into pieces and threw it in the paper basket. “There’s so much purple in here. Did you paint it?”
“Not since you first asked me to make it.”
“This is crazy. I’m so immature.” She opens the closet. It’s empty inside. I’ve already sent all her clothes back to her. “It’s really weird to be back in this room.”
“This room misses you and I miss you.”
She came to me and hugged me. This time her mother did not disturb us and I hugged her tightly. So she is very warm and soft. Then I realized that my baby girl is back, at least for the summer.
“I really miss you, Dad.”
“Me too, kid.”
“Forgive me, mother, for keeping me away from you for so long.”
“It’s not your fault. It just happened.”
She let me go and sat down on the bed. “That shouldn’t have happened, though. I told the judge you never touched me or anything.”
“After hearing what your mother and Henry said, the truth doesn’t matter. The judge has made his decision.”
She bit her lip and looked down at her bare feet. She curled her toes on the carpet. “But are some of them true? For example, Mom said, why do you have a crush on me? She said you told her to act like your daughter during sex?”
“Okay, listen,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, “I don’t really want to talk about this, but if you want to move it, here it is. Your mom caught me looking at something online… something, so I admit, yes, I like…” I paused and sighed. “I tried to put it into words so it wouldn’t be weird or obscene, because it was blown out of proportion once. It cost me the last three years with you, and I don’t want it to cost me anything more. That’s it.
“Dad, I’m not worried about you touching me or anything. I get it, I’m not a kid anymore. I get that people like different sexual stuff. There’s a lot of porn out there and people pretend to like this stuff…” Being a father and daughter.
“Well, I’m going to act like I didn’t listen to porn, but yes, this is pretend. That’s it. It’s all pretend, role playing. But your mother thinks this means I want her to use Henry’s family manipulation court order to give her sole custody and deny him visitation.”
She nodded like she understood. “Okay, but did you really spank me because you liked it? That’s what mom said.”
“No, that’s not true. I punished you for misbehaving. You remember my rules about curfew and how you always broke them.”
“Yes, but you told her that you wanted me to be born a boy because as a girl I was a temptation, is that true?”
“Oh my god, did he say that?” I covered my face.
“Well, is that true?”
“It was taken out of context. I mean, if you were a boy, she wouldn’t be worried that I would do anything to you, and if I wouldn’t touch my son, I wouldn’t touch my daughter either. That’s what I meant.
“She also said that you said you wanted to have sex with me on my 18th birthday.”
“Damn it, I never said that.”
“Well, I’m telling you exactly what he said.”
“Okay, your mother is exaggerating or lying or whatever because she’s trying to scare you out of meeting me, but I am and always will be your father and I would never do anything to live up to your trust.”
“Ok.”
“Okay,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’ll get your stuff and you’ll be done with the work.”
I went back to the living room to get her suitcase. I’m glad it’s over. I was hoping the subject wouldn’t come up, but still, I’m glad it didn’t bother me. I want to strangle Sam for all the nonsense she says about Brandi. What a stupid bitch.
When I got my stuff back, Brandy was sitting on the bed, her back to the headboard, and flipping through an old yearbook. She turned it around and held it out to me. “Dad, look at my hair! I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a hair straightener.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is beautiful sometimes.”
“Well, of course you would say that. You’ve had a crush on me from time to time.”
“Oh, come on, Brandy.”
“Just kidding, Dad,” she said. “Hey, let’s enjoy my summer holidays.”
“Of course. What do you think?”
“Of course, congratulations Brandi.”
“Baby, you’re 18.”
“Yeah, and I can’t order at the bar. I can drink. You know I’ve been drinking with my friends since I was 14, right?”
“Trust me, I know.”
“Come on, be a good parent. Let me drink.”
I sighed. “Have you had any brandy?”
“No, just beer. You haven’t had brandy yet.” He winked at me.
“Brandy, that’s enough, this isn’t funny.”
“Come on, as long as you give me a drink, I won’t tease you anymore.”
“You’ll hate it, but why not?”
I went back to the kitchen and brought a bottle of brandy from the cupboard. I have a lot of small glasses. I poured two glasses. I also poured some beer. He needs one. I took the lens back and handed it to him. I put a bottle of beer on his nightstand.
“You’ll need this.”
She smiled. “Thank you! Please have a seat and let’s have a drink.” I sat down at the foot of the bed. She raised her glass. “Have a nice summer!”
“It’s hot.” We clinked glasses and I shot, then saw her fire too. She nearly vomited. She started coughing and lay on her side.
“Oh my god! This is horrible! I can feel my toes tingling!” She coughed again. “God, this is disgusting. Why did you name me like that? Disgusting. I’m going to name my daughter Aaptini or something.”
“The name your mother gave you has nothing to do with alcohol.” I unscrew the lid of his beer. “Try this.”
He took it and swallowed. “Ah, this is like my rhythm.”
“You’re too young to last.”
She sat back on the bed and put her legs up. She put her heel on my thigh and crossed her other leg. My eyes went to her toes, calves, thighs and then to the blue skirt that was revealing a lot underneath.
“Wipe my feet?” she said. “That brandy makes my toes tingle.”
“Of course,” I said, placing my hands on her legs. My thumbs reached down and ran up her legs.
“Okay, thank you. Can I ask some more questions about this…?”
“Baby, can’t we just let bygones be bygones?”
“I guess I don’t understand. I wouldn’t be angry if you were like, ‘Yeah, Brandi, I’m so turned on by you and want to fuck you.’ Like, yeah, it’ll be weird, but I’m not cutting you out of my life or anything. She paused to take a sip of beer. “So I’m wondering how you differentiate between the pretend stuff and the real stuff? If you like to pretend to have sex with your daughter’s girl, that doesn’t mean you’ll think the same about me just because I’m your legal daughter? I’m not judging.
I focus more on rubbing her feet as that is easier than trying to explain my arousal. I rub my thumbs over her crotch and she gasps.
“Brandy, here’s the thing. Let’s say you see a really attractive guy, like one of those posters on your wall. Let’s say you meet a guy there who looks like a girl.”
“Oh my god, Dad, this is the next poster to be thrown in the trash.”
“Let me make an analogy here. So you meet her and think she’s amazing or sexy or whatever, but at the same time, you know she’s out of reach, so you don’t think about her that way because she’s beyond your scope.
“So that’s what you think of me, that I’m incompatible with you?”
I removed my foot and rubbed his other leg. His eyes fluttered as my toe dug into his heel. “Maybe it’s more like, I choose to play in another league.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled. “Does this mean you’re attracted to me?”
I rolled my eyes. I’m not going to answer this question directly. “Don’t you have a quirk?”
He looked up. “You asked me what my hobby is?”
“No, no, that’s rhetorical. What I’m trying to say is that you said you weren’t a child, so I’m sure you have things you like, and those things might be hard to explain to your father.”
He shrugged. “Not really. I can explain my quirk.”
“Really?” I said, stopping the foot massage. Now I’m curious. “How?”
“Do you really want to know?” he said, taking another sip of beer. “Because I might surprise you.”
I laughed. “I’m already surprised. I guess you’re not a virgin anymore.” I said casually, but I wanted a straight answer.
“You want to know if I’m a virgin?” “Keep wiping.”
I started rubbing his feet again, running my thumbs up and down over his instep. “I’m curious if that’s your case. I think any father would be like that. If it’s not you, I’d like to hear more about your boyfriend.”
“If I answer your question, will you answer my next question, whatever it is, truthfully?”
“I don’t know that.”
“Come on,” she said enthusiastically. “We’ll play it like a game. We’ll play truth or dare. But when you choose truth, you always have to tell the truth, or if you’re too scared, you have to do a dare. A dare can be anything, you have to do them all, but if you don’t do them, you lose the game.
“Anything?”
“Anything,” he repeated. “But if you dare me to do something really gross or wrong, like dare me to have sex with you, then you’ll have to live with yourself… so please remember that.”
I shook my head. “Brandy, come on, I would never dare you to do that.”
“So let’s play. Or are you scared?”
I thought for a moment as I held her toes. I wondered what secrets I could hear, what I could get her to do. “Okay, okay. But we’ve started and now it’s my turn and you have to tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?”
She smiled. “Well, the truth is…yes and no.”
“Yes or no?”
“Technically, I don’t have a dick in my pussy, but I’m not exactly a virgin either.”
I cleared my throat. “Okay sir…”
“You asked, do you want to play or not?”
I did it. “What does ‘incomplete’ mean?”
“There’s a lot of cum in my pussy, so my pussy thinks I’m not a virgin.”
“What do you like?” I asked.
She smiled at me. “Carrots, bananas, celery, corn on the cob and cucumbers were all tried once, but they were harmful so I removed them from my shopping list for next time.”
“Wow, my daughter was gang-raped in the produce section.”
“Clean isle one,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Okay, my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Oh my god, it’s okay. Be honest.”
“Did you ever take mom’s name while having sex?”
“Who said that…your mother?”
“Yeah. She said the last time you did that it scared her so she went to see Uncle Henry.”
“Look, I don’t remember it, he said it happened, but when it happened, if it did happen, I was drunk that night and I don’t remember it.”
“You really don’t remember?”
“To be honest, I don’t think so.”
“So that means it probably did happen.”
“I can’t defend something I don’t remember.”
she complained. “Okay. Now it’s your turn.”
“Okay. Truth or dare?”
“The truth.”
“You said you could explain your quirk. Explain it.”
“Okay, let’s see.” He took a sip of his beer. “I like…father-daughter porn.”
I nearly fell back off the bed. “What?”
She bit her lip. “Stop rubbing my legs.”
“Oh, I see. You’re just asking to fuck with me, right?”
He nodded. “You can’t lie in a game of truth or dare. It’s sacred. When my mom told me all about you, I did a lot of research and looked some of it up online. It got me excited.”
“I dont know what to say.”
“But it doesn’t mean anything between us, okay? Like you said, you don’t mean anything, it’s all just pretense, right?”
I look at him a little differently now. “Yeah. Yeah, not exactly. I mean, yeah. Does your mom know?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah, stupid question. I’m just surprised. Why do you like it?”
“My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Tell me the truth,” I said.
“Okay, why do you like it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Gee, can’t you just ask me some simple questions?”
“You asked me that same question before!”
“Talking about these things is just…uncomfortable.”
“You’re telling me! Honestly, you’re the only person I can talk to about this, so I’m glad I can finally admit it to someone, you know?”
I laughed. At that moment I felt like I really knew her. There is a secret between us, a secret that should never be shared between a father and daughter. “Okay. I think I like the dominant and submissive relationship between father and daughter, the taboo nature and the trust that already exists between them.”
“What about breaking that trust?” he asked.
I giggled. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
“The truth.”
“why do you like it?”
“Hmmm. Well… I guess I like it when Daddy uses me, uses me, wants me, takes care of me, loves me, protects me. It’s like you have a lover, a protector, and a boyfriend. The whole family wrapped up in one.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Yeah. What, do you think I lied to get you to talk to me?”
“Not anymore.”
He asked, “Truth or dare?”
“The truth.”
“Okay, Dad, let’s be honest. If I was part of a ‘father-daughter alliance,’ would you want to fuck me? You would, right?”
I looked at him carefully. “Are you there?”
“It’s my turn again.”
I broke eye contact. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do, but I’ll do anything if you want me to.”
She looked a bit shy. “Oh.”
“So what alliance are you in then?”
“You have to tell truth or dare first.”
“Oh my god, truth or dare?”
“The truth.”
“What league are you in?” I asked.
