Daddy’s Little Waitress Part 2

(This is a continuation so see part one for the complete story)


George rapped his thumbs against the steering wheel to the radio while he hummed a familiar song on the radio. He turned his Lexus out of his Hartford office and onto the busy highway. He couldn’t wait to get home for a weekend alone with his daughter. Ever since their first encounter two weeks ago, things had been very quiet in the Larson household. It wasn’t so much awkward as it was unsure. Neither one of them knew what to do next nor if there would be any further action between the two of them. She was pleasant and still happy around her father but things just seemed to be resonating in a quiet lull. George had been going back and forth in his mind about whether to talk with Brenda and explain that it was a mistake and they were never to tell anyone or to continue his expression of his feelings for her. He wanted so badly to take her in his arms again and have his way with her but he knew that he shouldn’t. Still, the strain of the two options were overwhelming and it made trying to work almost impossible whenever he stared at his daughter’s picture on his desk. She was in her gymnastics uniform, smiling next to him with her trophy and posing for the camera.
His thoughts turned back to the present and George tried to consider what he would make of their upcoming weekend together. He pulled into their driveway after ultimately deciding to just ask Brenda what she wanted to do with her weekend. After all, she was sixteen now and for all he knew she didn’t want to spend her night home with her dad. She might have other plans or friends she wanted to see. He felt it was best to simply ask what she wanted to do and maybe offer to order a pizza or something in case she had no plans yet.

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George pulled into his luxurious two car garage, deliberately parking right in the middle now that his wife was gone. He stepped into the house and all he really wanted was to get out of his suit and sit down with a cold beer. He made his way upstairs, not seeing Brenda anywhere on the ground floor.
“Brenda, sweetie, are you home?” he called up the stairs.
“Up here, Dad,” she leaned out of the bathroom, while straightening her hair.
George reached the top of the stairs and turned into the bathroom, not expecting his daughter to be completely naked.
“Whoa, sorry sweetie,” he mumbled, closing the door.
“It’s okay,” she giggled, not even covering herself up.
He shuffled down the hall into his bedroom and fell back against his bed. He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. Another 75 hour week gone and passed. When he was down to just his boxers and button shirt, he went to the mini fridge besides his bed and untwisted a Heineken. George took a long healthy sip from the bottle before falling back onto the bed. Less than a minute after he had set the dark green bottle on the nightstand, he had dosed off.
“Dad, I’m almost done with dinner,” he heard from downstairs.
He shot up from the bed, running his hands through his hair. George wondered how long he had been asleep. He had really been working too much. He quickly finished his beer and hoped this weekend could help him get away from the strain of work. He threw a T-shirt and some gym shorts on before going down to kiss his lovely daughter. His thoughts dashed back to how to deal with the last time he got a little too drunk and got a blowjob from his daughter. He had made up his mind, it was a one time only thing and it wasn’t a good idea. He was her father and it was his job to look out for her best interests. He would tell her after dinner and Brenda would understand.