I returned to the living room to grab her suitcases. I was glad that was over with. That talk was one I was hoping wouldn’t come up, but just the same, I was glad it wasn’t hanging over me. I wanted to strangle Sam for all the shit she told Brandy. What a fucking bitch.
When I brought the luggage back, Brandy was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, going through an old year book. She turned it around and held it up for me. “Daddy, look at my hair! It’s like I’d never heard of a straightener before.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is beautiful, now and then.”
“Well, of course you’d say that. You’ve got the hots for me, now and then.”
“Oh, come on, Brandy.”
“Just teasing, Daddy,” she said. “Hey, let’s celebrate my summer vacation.”
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”
“With a toast, of course, a toast of brandy for Brandy.”
“Baby, you’re 18.”
“Yeah, and I’m not ordering at a bar. I can drink. You know I’ve been drinking with my friends since I was like 14, right?”
“Believe me, I know.”
“Come on, be the cool parent. Let me drink.”
I sighed. “Have you ever even had Brandy?”
“Nope, just beer. You haven’t really had Brandy yet either.” She winked at me.
“Brandy, that’s enough, that’s not funny.”
“Come on, I’ll stop teasing you if you give me alcohol.”
“You’re going to hate it, but why not?”
I went back out to the kitchen and took a bottle of Brandy down from the cabinet. I had plenty of shot glasses. I poured two. I also grabbed a couple beers. She was going to need one. I brought the shot back and handed it to her. I put one of the beers down on her bedside table.
“You’re going to need that.”
She grinned. “Thanks! Here, sit down, we’ll toast.” I sat down at the foot of the bed. She raised the shotglass. “To an awesome summer!”
“To summer.” We clinked glasses and I took my shot and then watched her take hers. She nearly spit up. She started coughing and turned on her side.
“Oh, god! It’s terrible! I can feel my toes tingling!” She coughed again. “God, gross. Why did you name me after that stuff? Yuck. I’m going to name my daughter Appletini or something.”
“Your mother named you, and the alcohol had nothing to do with it.” I popped the lid off her beer. “Try this.”
She took it and swallowed a mouthful. “Ah, that’s more my pace.”
“You’re too young to have a pace.”
She settled back into the bed and lifted up her feet. She put her heel on my thigh and crossed her other foot over. My eyes followed her toes to her calves to her thighs to that blue skirt that hinted at so much underneath.
“Rub my feet?” she said. “That brandy made my toes all tingly.”
“Sure,” I said, placing my hands on top of her foot. My thumb came underneath and ran along her instep.
“Mmm, thanks. Can I ask some more questions about… you know?”
“Baby, can’t we just leave the past in the past?”
“I guess I don’t understand. I won’t get upset even if you’re like ‘Yes, Brandy, I am all hot and bothered by you and I wanna fuck you.’ Like, yeah, that would be weird, but I wouldn’t cut you out of my life or anything.” She paused to take a gulp of beer. “So I wanna know, how can you separate the pretend stuff from the real stuff? If you like to pretend to have sex with a girl who’s your daughter, wouldn’t that mean you think of me like that since I’m your legit daughter? And I’m not judging. I’m just curious.”
I focused a little more on rubbing her foot, as that task was infinitely easier than explaining my fetish. My thumb ground into the ball of her foot and she inhaled.
“Brandy, it’s like this. Let’s say you saw a really attractive guy, like maybe one of these guys in one of the posters on your wall. Let’s say you met that girly looking boy up there.”
“God, Daddy, that’s the next poster to go in the trash.”
“Just let me do my analogy thing here. So you meet him, and you think he’s great and hot or whatever, but at the same time, you know he’s not attainable, so you don’t think of him like that, since he’s out of your league.”
“So that’s what you think about me, that I’m out of your league?”
I switched feet, rubbing her other one instead. Her eyes seemed to flutter as my thumbs rode into her heel. “Maybe it’s more like, I choose to play in another league.”
“Hm,” she mumbled. “So that means you are attracted to me then?”
I rolled my eyes. I was not going to answer that question point blank. “Don’t you have any fetishes?”
She raised her eyes. “You’re asking me what my fetishes are?”
“No, no, it was rhetorical. What I’m saying is you said you’re not a kid, so I’m sure you have your own things you’re into, and they’re probably hard to explain to your father.”
She shrugged. “Not really. I can explain my fetishes.”
“Really?” I said, pausing the foot massage. Now I was curious. “Like what?”
“Do you really want to know?” she said, taking another sip of beer. “Because I might surprise you.”
I chuckled. “I’m already surprised. I guess you aren’t a virgin anymore.” I said it casually, but I wanted a direct answer.
“You wanna know if I’m a virgin?” she asked. “Keep rubbing.”
I started rubbing her feet again, running my thumbs up and down her instep. “I’m curious if you are. I think any father would be. And if you aren’t, I’d like to hear more about your boyfriend.”
“If I answer your question, will you answer my next one, no matter what it is, truthfully?”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Come on,” she said encouragingly. “We’ll do it like a game. We’ll play truth or dare. But you always have to tell the truth when you pick truth, or if you’re too scared, you have to take a dare. The dare can be anything, and you have to do it, but if you don’t do it, you lose the game.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she repeated. “But you have to live with yourself if you dare me to do something really mean or wrong, like daring me to have sex with you… so keep that in mind.”
I shook my head. “Brandy, come on, I would never dare you to do something that.”
“So then let’s play. Or are you scared?”
I thought about it for a second as I held her toes in my hand. I wonder what secrets I could hear, and what dares I could make her do. “Okay, deal. But we already started, and it’s my turn, and you have to tell the truth. Are you a virgin?”
She smiled. “Okay, truth is… Yes and no.”
“Yes and no?”
“Technically, I haven’t had a cock in my pussy, but I’m not exactly a virgin.”
I cleared my throat. “Well, grown up words…”
“You’re the one who asked. Do you want to play or not?”
I did. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean?”
“I’ve had lots of things in my pussy, so my pussy doesn’t think I’m a virgin.”
“Like what?” I asked.
She smirked at me. “Carrots, bananas, I tried celery, corn on the cob, and a cucumber once, but it hurt, so I left it off the grocery list next time.”
“Wow, so my daughter was gangbanged by the produce section.”
“Clean up in aisle one,” she said, taking a sip of beer. “Okay, my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Geez, okay. Truth.”
“Did you, or did you not, call mom by my name while you guys were fucking?”
“What the… Who said that, your mom?”
“Yeah. She said that was the very last time you guys did it, and it scared her so much she went to Uncle Henry.”
“Look, I, I don’t remember. She says it happened, but when it happened, if it happened, I was drunk that night, and I don’t remember it.”
“You honestly don’t remember?”
“I honestly don’t.”
“So that means it probably happened.”
“I can’t defend myself against something I can’t remember.”
She grumbled. “Fine. Your turn.”
“Okay. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“You said you could explain your fetishes. Explain one.”
“Okay, let’s see.” She took a sip of beer. “I’m into… daddy-daughter porn.”
I nearly fell backward off the bed. “What?”
She bit her lip. “You stopped rubbing my feet.”
“Oh, I get it. You’re just saying that to fuck with me, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “You can’t lie in a game of truth or dare. It’s sacred. After mom told me everything about you, I did a lot of research and I looked at some of it online. It turned me on.”
“I… don’t know what to say.”
“But it doesn’t mean anything between us, right? Just like you said yours doesn’t mean anything. It’s all pretend, right?”
I was looking at her a little differently now. “Yeah. Yeah, of course not. I mean, yeah. Does your mother know?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Right, stupid question. I’m just so surprised. Why do you like it?”
“It’s my turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said.
“Okay, why do you like it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Geez, can’t you ask me easier questions?”
“You asked me the same question first!”
“It’s just… this stuff is uncomfortable to talk about.”
“You’re telling me! Honestly, you’re the only person I can talk to about this, so I’m kinda glad I can finally admit it to someone, you know?”
I smiled. I felt like I really knew her in that moment. We had a secret in common, something a father and daughter should probably never have in common. “All right. I guess I like the dominant and submissive relationship between a father and daughter, the forbidden nature, the trust that’s already between them.”
“And breaking that trust?” she offered.
I smirked. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Why do you like it?”
“Hm. Well… I guess I like the idea of a daddy taking advantage of me, using me, wanting me, taking care of me, loving me, protecting me. It’s like you have a lover, a protector, and a family all wrapped up in one.”
“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. What, did you think I’m just lying to get you to talk?”
“Not anymore.”
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“Truth.”
“Okay, Daddy, be honest. If I was in the ‘daddy-daughter league’ too, would you want to fuck me? You would, wouldn’t you?”
I stared hard at her. “Are you in it?”
“It’s still my turn.”
I broke eye contact. “I would never do anything you didn’t want me to, but I would do anything if you wanted me to.”
She seemed to blush. “Oh.”
“So what league are you in?”
“You have to say truth or dare first.”
“Geez, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“What league are you in?” I asked.