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Author’s Note: Daddy-daughter, incest. Not your kink? Look elsewhere.
This one is a two-parter.
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“What’s so hard to understand, Michael!?”
Staying over for a couple weeks at your parents house was supposed to be one of those things were you formed some cherished memories, and did some fun things with your family.
The timing wasn’t great, but getting two weeks in a row off from work wasn’t something that happened everyday, so Brittany had taken the chance.
Lying awake in bed at three in the morning, however, she was flinching and wondering how in the hell she had ever managed to get to sleep with walls as thin as these ones, back when she lived here.
“You! You, Henrietta, you’re bloody hard to understand.”
Not because of the sound of her parents re-enacting how she was conceived, but because it sounded like it was a miracle that the two of them ever let that event actually take place.
She also had some serious questions about how the neighbours hadn’t complained yet. Or called in a police report that they thought a murder might be imminent.
“Stop fucking yelling! You’ll wake Brittany!” Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her father’s response was more of an indistinct murmur, but he was sounding just as upset as her mum. She might be hearing them yelling, but she wasn’t sure what the fight was about. She was mostly just hoping that it wasn’t something that she had caused.
She hadn’t been woken up by the fight. She’d never got a chance to actually go to sleep before it started, five hours ago.
Things had been a little bit tense when she’d arrived at the house. She’d figured that was just her parents, being her parents. It seemed like that had been the blissful hope of the ignorant.
“Michael!…”
Brittany missed what her mother said next, which was nice. Maybe the two were settling down, and she wouldn’t need to regret forgetting her noise-cancelling headphones for this particular trip.
She did have a car show playing on her tablet, to try and distract her from it. One of her favourites, which was all about the mechanics, rather than just a complete marketing stunt. Where you could judge how the person’s day was going by how much grease was on their hands.
“You can’t tell me what to do, Michael! I have a date this Saturday, and I’m staying overnight!” Her mother yelled, sounding incensed, “At least, then, one of us will be having sex! Now, shut up! That’s the last we’re speaking about this!”
Brittany sat up and spun her head to stare at the blank wall, “What… The fuck?”
“If that’s it, then that’s it. But don’t pretend this is about broadening both our horizons.” Her father’s muffled voice came back, “If you want rid of me, then -“
“I don’t want a divorce, you idiot! This is about making the fucking marriage work, not about throwing it in the trash!” Her mother sounded exasperated, “I still love you. I just need more than… This.”
Brittany struggled to keep breathing, feeling somewhere between utterly bewildered, and utterly pissed off. Part of her wanted to march next door into the bedroom and slap her mother to the floor. A very large part of her.
How could her mother even dare to suggest that they start swinging, if that wasn’t something in her dad’s wheelhouse? Except, this was so much worse than that. Her mum said it was about saving their marriage… But before she’d talked her dad into accepting the idea, she’d gone out and got a damn date!
The real worst part of it, though, was that she’d booked the date on Saturday.
Brittany had been uncertain about coming home, and expecting things would be awkward, because of the timing. She knew she’d be spending the coming weekend around the place, and she’d thought that her parents would want a little time alone, just the two of them. She’d even booked herself a dinner at a fancy restaurant, so that she wouldn’t be around the house, that Saturday.
“I’m not doing… This.” Her father’s voice was firm, and angry. If she hadn’t heard that same tone, if she were a stranger, then Brittany would assume that he was just furious with her mother.
However, she did know that voice. It was the same tone he’d used when she’d seriously screwed up. It was the tone of voice he’d used when he’d caught her smoking. The tone of voice she’d heard when one of her friends suggested she join them to take a casual shift at a strip club. The voice he’d used when she’d nicked his credit card to buy something small.
The mistakes of her youth, that she was mortified to remember.
He’d never used that tone when something dangerous had happened. He hadn’t been angry when she crashed the car. He hadn’t yelled when she called because a boyfriend wanted something she wasn’t ready for. Well, not at her. Young asshole had been put in his place.
That voice… That voice wasn’t actually angry.
He might sound pissed as hell at her mother, right now, but Brittany knew it was taking absolutely everything bursa escort he had not to break down and fall apart. That was the man wearing a bear costume so that nobody could see his face.
“I don’t care what you do. Hire a prostitute for all I care.” Her mother snapped.
Brittany felt tears well up in her eyes, unable to believe that this was where her parents were at. She loved them both. They had always, always, been there for her, and now… Now, apparently, they… Her mum said she didn’t hate her dad.
She wanted to believe that. She really wanted to believe this was some kind of misguided thing. The problem was, she couldn’t. Her mum just didn’t want to admit that things were over between the two of them. Couldn’t admit that she wanted to be selfish and start over.
Her parents had got married young, she knew. There was no secret about it. Her mum’s photos and wedding dress featured a little bump that they had ended up calling Brittany.
There hadn’t been a chance for either of them to explore, and their respective families hadn’t given them a choice in it. The two had needed help and support, to raise a kid, and they had got that by tying the knot.
Her tears stopped threatening, drying as her jaw went solid. If her mum was determined to save their marriage, and couldn’t see how she was hurting her dad by it, then she’d give her a taste of her own medicine. If there was one thing that she had in common with her mum, it was jealousy.
Her mum said she didn’t care if her dad got himself a prostitute? She’d damn well give her one! Then the bitch would take a minute to think about how lucky she was.
Brittany dropped back onto her pillow and grabbed her tablet, closing her show and pulling up her favourite clothing store.
They had all kinds of crazy things. The store was where she bought lots of normal things. Dresses for dates, and parties. Stuff that she’d worn at beach houses, and work dinners. That was the part she was more familiar with.
She’d seen their ads though, and suggested items, and she knew that they had a cosplay department.
Brittany had actually been to a couple of comic book conventions. She’d seen and adored some of the outfits at the place, but she’d been completely grossed out to learn that a lot of them were actually callgirls.
It wasn’t illegal, but she wasn’t comfortable with it. The guys fawned all over them, and a lot of them took the kind of liberties that deserved a swift knee to the nuts. The girls took all that in stride, and turned around to offer a price to the highest bidder.
Sex workers deserved not to be groped, of course. That wasn’t really what grossed Brittany out. It was the highest bidder. Money won out, in the end. Cosplay felt like it should be someone’s passion project. Not another advertising billboard. If you had to connect it with sex work, why couldn’t they choose the nicest guys as clients? Not just the dicks with deep pockets.
She shook the thoughts off. She was just finding things to be annoyed about. She was in a bad mood because her mother was hurting her dad, and she wasn’t coming up with any decent reason why.
She just didn’t understand the woman.
The entire first page of results under cosplay, were all the same kind of thing. They were dresses, and they were black and white. Some of them were smooth, some of them were silk. Others were embroidered or ruffled. Some had zero visible cleavage, and other pulled so far down that you could see the model’s belly button.
All of those dresses had exactly one thing in common. Every single one of them was a maid’s dress.
Brittany hesitated, flushing. She knew it was her idea to come across as a little bit slutty. She was stepping over all of the unspoken boundaries, because they shouldn’t need to be said out loud. She needed to make her mum angry and jealous to make her pull her head in.
Being subtle about it, wasn’t going to work. Firstly, because she seriously doubted her dad was going to buy into it. He wasn’t going to ogle and stare at his only daughter. If anything, he was probably going to tell her that he was disappointed, because he was going to work out what she was trying to do.
She could already hear him, telling her that it was childish. That just because she was an adult, didn’t give her the right to throw a temper tantrum and act out. That it was a problem for him to solve with her mother, and she should grow up and act more mature.
Brittany’s jaw tightened again, as she could also imagine clearly her mother accusing her dad of being a lecherous pig, even though he didn’t have a damn thing to do with this. Her mum dared to tell him off, for even noticing another woman, when she arranged in secret to date other people?
Her mum was a skank, a cheat, and a… Cunt!
Brittany added one of the maid’s outfits to the checkout, fully intending to just buy it, then and there. The site, however, immediately popped up with another suggestion.
She stared at bursa escort bayan it for a minute, her face getting redder and redder, as all kinds of thoughts ran around inside her head. Thoughts that started off innocently enough, and quickly ran to fantasyland and back, again.
Her mum had told her dad, that she didn’t care.
Well… This was one way to make the woman sit up and pay attention.
Brittany nervously and guiltily scratched at the itchy spot in the middle of her chest, winced, and then added the suggestion to her basket. Before she could chicken out, she moved to the checkout and made sure to get next day delivery.
When the site popped up telling her that the purchase had gone through fine, her face went redder and she swallowed. Feeling it dawning on her, exactly what she’d just decided to do in the heat of the moment.
At least the dresses were cute, because she really didn’t think she actually had what it took to wear them. Not even if it were just her and her dad in the house. Especially not if it was just the two of them.
She sank down into the bed and pulled the blanket over her head.
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“Morning.” Her dad said, holding a cup of coffee lightly, and looking at the news on his tablet.
The dresses ran through her mind, and Brittany blushed, mumbling awkwardly as she moved into the kitchen to prep her breakfast. “Morning.”
He looked up at her instantly, and she found herself frozen in front of those deep blue eyes, that immediately knew that she was hiding something. She still didn’t know if she even had the courage to do it, but he could read her guilt better than she could read a book.
Brittany swallowed nervously, her mouth feeling dry, “Yes, Dad?”
“You heard us. Last night.”
She winced, and pulled down a bowl, and filled it with cereal. “I… Wasn’t trying to listen.”
“I’m sorry.” He sighed heavily, “Not exactly the kind of highlight you were hoping for, coming home, was it? Well, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow, I could try and make it up to you. We could do a -“
“She doesn’t even remember it’s your fucking wedding anniversary, does she?” Brittany burst out angrily.
Her dad put down the coffee mug, “Sweet, it’s been a long time coming. This isn’t… Well, it wasn’t what I expected, but things haven’t been that great between us. It sucks. For what it’s worth, I’m fairly sure your mother still loves you. It’s just me, that she’s over.”
“That’s not fair!” She protested.
He shrugged, “Brit… Did you know that when you were a kid, your favourite food was chicken nuggets?”
“What? Uh… Sure.” She said, confused, “You and mum tell stories about me throwing a tantrum because I wanted more, and then grandpa bought me another lot despite you, and I threw up so much I actually flooded the whole table.”
Her dad gave a small laugh at the memory, “Took you by surprise. Anyways… Do you want chicken nuggets, right now?”
“No?”
“When was the last time you had some?”
She scratched her head, “I dunno. The last time I had fast food? Like… Two or three months ago, or something.”
“They’re not your favourite anymore. You still like them, but you don’t love them. And you can’t change that.” Her dad said with a slightly sad and slightly pained expression. “I don’t resent her, for that. I… Might have a problem with how she’s going about things. So, I’m sorry if you get exposed to that. But I don’t hate her.”
“You should.” Brittany’s jaw went tight, “She booked a date, on your wedding anniversary. She had the date, before she even talked with you about the idea of seeing other people. It’s either a one night stand, like a skank, or she’s already been dating this asshole, behind your back. I hate her.”
He rubbed his face tiredly, “That’s… Your decision. I won’t judge it, one way or the other. But… Try and show, at least some, respect when she comes out here.”
“No.” Brittany replied, picking up her cereal and sitting down at the table, across from him.
“For me?”
She hesitated, her spoon halfway to her mouth, and then glared at him, “That’s not fair. Why can’t I be mad at her, for the way she’s treating you? I mean… Fine. I don’t like it, but if things are over, then they’re over. Don’t treat the other person like shit just because you don’t want to feel guilty!”
“Don’t treat who like poop? And since when do you swear, young lady?” Her mother breezed in, wearing a light purple nightgown that didn’t hide as much as it should.
Brittany shot her a hateful glare, but her mother didn’t seem to connect it with the conversation.
“Brit and I were just talking about tomorrow.” Her dad replied, trying to play peacemaker, already.
She went to tell her mother exactly what it was about, before biting her tongue. Her dad was right. Anger and yelling wasn’t going to solve anything. Her mum was like her, and would dig her heels in.
Her impulsive plan from last night, as crazy as it was, was the best escort bursa way forward. She was going to wear a slutty little maid’s outfit for her dad, and her mum was going to feel possessive and a little weirded out, and realise that she was doing something dumb.
“Got a parcel coming, today.” Brittany stated, “Has an outfit in it, that I want to try out, before a costume party. You won’t mind if I run around the house looking a little cartoonish, do you?”
Her mum looked puzzled, “Cartoonish?”
“Well, it is from a comic book.” Brittany replied, dangling the interest and curiosity. She wanted her mother to be paying every ounce of attention to her, and what she was about to do.
“Sounds… Fine…” Her mum sounded confused, but uninterested. She’d failed to play up the intrigue. Oh well, the woman wouldn’t be ignoring it once she put it on.
“So, Brit, what about tomorrow? You have plans?” Her father asked her, for about the third time. Didn’t look like he was giving up on that. He really didn’t want to be alone. She didn’t blame him.
She pulled her phone out of her bra, and brought up her invoice for the restauarant booking, and then clicked through to make changes. “I did, actually. I was going to treat myself to a nice dinner. But, if you want, Dad, you could join me. My treat.”
“I should be the one treating you.”
She looked sideways at her oblivious mother, “No, Dad. This is my treat for you. Just let a girl give you what you deserve, for once.”
He kicked her under the table, lightly. She kicked him back. Not as lightly.
Her dad gave a grunt, and her mum looked up, “Hmm? Oh. That sounds nice, doesn’t it, Michael? A daddy-daughter date. Better than your usual moping around the house.”
“It’ll be amazing. No one could forget Saturday’s date.” Brittany tried to poke hard at her mother, who completely missed the reference as she sat down at the table and pulled out her phone. Scrolling through it and paying no attention at all.
Her dad rubbed his eyes, frustrated, but not willing to force the conversation into the open. Brittany knew he wouldn’t. Because her mum would be a bitch about it. Because she’d aged from her sweet mother into a dry and pruney cunt.
“That’s nice, honey.” Her mum murmured, not even noticing that her automatic response didn’t even make sense.
She finished adjusting the booking and tucked away her phone. Then Brittany decided to push things a little harder. “So… This might be embarassing. But my friends and I were a little tipsy, and we got talking and… Turns out everyone else knew the story of how… They got made. I mean, I know you were pregnant at the wedding, Mum. But everyone else knew it was a romantic date, or the back of a car or… One of my friends apparently came from a dumb romp in a mosquito infested wetland.”
Her dad choked on his breakfast, glaring at her. She smiled back sweetly at him.
Her mum looked up slowly, “I think you need new friends, honey.”
“Everyone knew. I mean, I get that it’s embarassing. But it’s not weird to find out, sooner or later. I don’t know anything. Like… Was it a one night stand? Or were you and Dad already dating? I don’t even know that.”
Her dad made the expression of anger that let her knew she’d crossed a line. He opened his mouth to yell at her, like tell her to go to her room, as if she weren’t an adult, or something.
Her mother beat him to it. “If you truly must know, Brittany Astrid Nikt, it happened at the drive-in theatre. If I remember correctly, the movie was… Beach Blanket Bingo.”
“Never heard of it.” Brittany said in surprise, and hoping to step backwards from her mother using her full name.
The woman looked off dreamily, “Lots of musicals. Hijinx in fast-forwards. Bikini jokes to keep the men interested… It only hurts when I cry.”
“What?”
“A song.” Her mum shrugged, “It was good fun. But… Your father and I only made it about ten minutes in. Never did get around to watching it, a second time. Just picked up a few things, during.”
Brittany nodded, “So… You were dating, then? How did you meet? I don’t even know that.”
“She was my secretary, and I was a junior who knew nothing, and was terrified of everyone. Didn’t even get why I needed a secretary.” Her dad said quickly, trying to get in before her mother.
She narrowed her eyes and looked between the two of them, “Dad screwed the secretary? You follow the rules, Dad. Always. So what really happened?”
“Oh, that was all me, honey.” Her mother blushed, “And it isn’t a story that I’ll be telling. Whether or not your friends know the sexual history of their parents.”
“You… Really screwed your secretary?” Brittany looked at her dad in confusion.
He shrugged and looked down at his tablet, “I’m still human.”
If either of her parents thought she was giving up, and not getting to the bottom of that particular story, they were living in an actualised personal reality. She wasn’t going to get it by going after them like a railgun, though. Best to drop it… For now.
As Brittany was wondering what scheme might get them to open up, and also wondering if she should go back to poking angrily at her mother, she heard the front doorbell.