Daddy’s Little Waitress

Brenda hummed to herself as she did her homework in her room. She had to use her headphones because her mom hated when she blasted her stereo too loud. Brenda didn’t particularly care what her mother wanted but she hated causing problems for her dad. He was sitting in his study working on something, she wasn’t sure what. She felt so bad that he had to hide out with his laptop in a separate room when her mom was on her period, what a cunt.
Brenda always loved her dad more and she let him know it every chance she got. She was always going on errands with him or helping him with his chores around the house. Her mother was clearly jealous and was constantly nagging her about every little thing. She turned her attention back to her earth science homework. Who cared about the makeup of the rocks in the earth’s crust anyway? Ugh, she only had a few more chapter questions to answer and it could wait for the bus ride tomorrow. Her neighbor, Kyle, would practically bend over backwards to give her his answers. Bend over backwards she thought to herself, that was an amusing concept. That’s probably what Kyle and half the boys in her grade wanted from her but she didn’t really take an interest in them.
She closed her notebook in her textbook and tossed it to the foot of her bed. She slid her smooth tan legs off the edge of the bed and her nightie rode up her ass crack, revealing her thong as she landed her feet on the floor. Her light blue nightie was starting to get too small to accommodate her growing body but she liked the way it looked so she didn’t beg her dad for new ones. She made her way out into the hall and gazed towards her father’s study. She didn’t normally like to disturb him but she hadn’t gotten to see him much this week and she figured he would appreciate the break. She knocked on his door, biting her lower lip and waited for a response. After a minute of hearing nothing she tried the door but it was locked. That’s weird she thought. Daddy’s study was never locked. She went downstairs to see if maybe he had gone to bed but noticed the bedroom door closed to her left and her dad sitting quietly at the kitchen table with his back to her.

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“Daddy?” Brenda called out into the kitchen. A moment went by before he answered her as he stared into his coffee.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is everything ok?” she asked him, slinking into their enormous kitchen. Her dad was a financial consultant for a major firm in the city and aside from working 70-80 hours a week, he provided them a very nice life. The lights were dim in the kitchen, with only a dull glow hovering around the walls.
“Yeah, I just didn’t feel like going into bed just yet,” he murmured, clenching his mug between his hands. Even in his loungewear her dad still looked good. He had the button down pajamas with the first three buttons undone showing just enough chest to be sexy. He wore loose gym shorts that showed off his muscular legs that he got from running before work.
“I didn’t even hear you come down from your study,” Brenda said.
“Probably because you were wrapped up in your own studies. You’re such a bookworm,” he chuckled, taking another sip and turning his body to face her.
“Daddy, I just want to be as successful as you,” she assured him. “I want you to be proud of me. Can I get you more coffee?” She refilled his cup and poured herself one before sitting back down.
“I’ll always be proud of you, pumpkin, even if you end up pouring coffee and living with me for the rest of your life,” he teased.
“That wouldn’t be so bad, somebody has to take care of you,” she smiled.
“Well, your mother will be here,” he reminded her, finishing the last of his cup.
“Yeah, I guess, but she doesn’t look after you the way she used to,” Brenda began. “She’s always staying out late with Aunt Liz and Patty or going on those self-enrichment retreats, whatever that means.” Her dad said nothing else as he watched her intently with that incredible stare.