Keith Foxx helped his friend "Ellis Dupree" lower and unhook his pickup truck from the tow trucks hoist. There was nothing wrong with his truck, he merely made it an excuse to help his daughter Brit keep her friend Grace overnight. Once settled Keith raised his truck hood and returned everything to normal. Firing up his truck for certainty he moved it into his driveway.
Ellis, a short, gently overweight man of 37 was Keith's first true friend in town. His drinking buddy. Even now he questioned the need for all of this.
"Wanna explain yourself?" Ellis smirked.
Keith placed his hands in his pants pockets and thought about what to say, "Long story. Best left unsaid."
"Come on now. What are you doing out there with Mennonites? I saw how that Looker covered from neck to toe was eying you. Something going on there?"
"Nope. Just working for them for spare cash. Barn building."
As they bantered around they heard the front door open and spotted Britney exit. She was wearing a grey tank top and black shorts that were extremely tight.
"Hi, Ellis."
"Hey there Hotstuff. How you been?"
Brit eases up to her father and hugs him from the side. Ellis struggles to not offend Keith by looking at Brit's nipples protruding from her tank.
"Just awesome. What's wrong with our truck Daddy?" She plays coy.
"Nothing. Stupid thing started up once I got it home. Where's your friend?"
"She's changing. I just braided her hair. She looks incredible."
Keith stares at Brit with an aggravated gaze, "Don't go too crazy. We don't want her to get into trouble."
"We won't. We can unravel and brush it out tomorrow."
"Heard from your Mother?" Keith adds.
"Not a peep. As always. It's Saturday."
Ellis puckers then clasps his hands together, "Let's grab a beer later."
Keith nods, "Meet you at "Misery's" around 10."
"Florida's finest low income pub. See you then." Ellis departs after patting Brit on the bicep.
Watching him drive away Keith turns with Brit still hugging him and they casually walk toward the house.
"Braids, huh. Like bullwhips dangling to her ass?"
Brit giggles, "Yes. Too funny."
Entering the house they shut the door behind them and Keith kicks off his boots to avoid tracking dirt from the farm.
Once he moved from the door he heads for the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge. His journey then led to his favorite recliner.
Without further waiting Brit guided Grace out into the living room by her hand.
Instantly Keith lowered his bottle to take in the sight before him. Shyly Grace smiled at him wearing her skimpy new underwear and braids. Nothing else.
"What do you think Daddy?"
He shakes his head, "Amazing what those dresses hide."
Grace shivers in delight. She wanted to open up ages ago but couldn't.
"Thank you for talking my parents into letting me stay the night."
He nods, "No problem."
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Grace quickly frets covering her chest with folded arms.
"Only my pants. I'll live." He suddenly hears talking and sits up straight, "Lance is home. Get her dressed."
Brit swiftly drags Grace back to her bedroom and shuts the door. Grace pouts toward Brit, "I want Lance to see me too."
Gritting her teeth Brit softly reveals, "Dad doesn't know how much Lance knows. Vice versa. There could be trouble if either let on what we do."
Listening intently they hear not only Lance but Evan and Styles. Her Dad was trying to get the boys to leave bribing them with pizza and bowling. It wasn't working this time.
A knock at the bedroom door led to a testing of the door knob. Brit's eyes grow large.
"Sis? Open up I need to talk to you." Lance bellows.
Before she says a word her Father grumbles, "Your sister's not feeling well. Leave her be." He then whispers, "Monthly girl stuff."
That did the trick. The voices trailed away. Brit smirked toward Grace, "Birth control implants only lets me suffer a period once every three months. Thank God."
Grace watches shadows under the door depart and puckers her lower lip. She was disappointed. Hearing the back door close loudly only made her even more fretful.
Brit watched the girls pathetic expressions and patted Grace on the arm.
"It's probably better at this point. Things could get ugly if too many people know about this transformation. We should tread water delicately to avoid problems at home later."
"No. I want to be like you and the other girls. As much as possible. I will take the risks of my family finding out. Besides my Mother will side with me even if I would be shunned. I know her too well. As much as she hides it I see her own desires escape."
Brit listened intently and began to offer her thoughts when she heard a light knock at her bedroom window. Rolling her eyes she climbs on her mattress shuffling backwards on her knees to reach the curtains. Parting them from the side she spots all three boys.
Styles lifted his cell to show Brit and allow her to read it, "I can't meet next weekend I'll be at my Mom's. Can I have something today?"
Once read Brit smiles and holds a finger to her lips to be quiet. She then looks over at Grace whispering, "Be patient. Let me talk to them before I let them see you."
Nodding with flaring eyes and beguiling smile Grace awaits.
Motioning her out of sight leads Grace to shy off into a blind corner. Once out of immediate vision Brit opens her curtains then lifts her bedroom window. Quietly she whispers at the boys.
"Keep your voices down or Dad might hear." She looks at Styles, "You're going to miss out on our fundraiser Carwash? Noooo! You can't not be there, Master." followed by an extended tongue.
Lance winces at Styles, "Master?"
He shrugs with an arrogant glint in his eye toward Lance.
Before more could be said between the boys Brit speaks up, "Shush! Give me a couple hours. Dad is going for beers later with Ellis. Once he's gone I can sneak out. I'll text you a lot between now and then. Go skateboard or something."
With a blown kiss at Styles and Evan, she flips off Lance with a wink. Window lowered and curtain closed she returns her gaze toward Emily Grace.
"Trust me I have a plan. Let's tease my Dad until he gets uncomfortable enough to leave early. Then, we can run the streets. Nobody will even recognize you without your glasses and clothing."
Grace claps her hands softly and dances in step out of joy. She was going to get to go outside into the world.
Crawling from her bed Brit unlocks her bedroom door and eases out into the hallway. Finding her Dad looking at his cellphone while plugged in beside him to charge, she softly asks, "Is it safe?"
"In this house? Never." He jests.
"I know right. I was hoping you might help me with Grace." She hints.
"I just got you 24 hours with her. Isn't that enough?"
"True, but I mean let her have some experience."
Keith frowns, "There's not going to be any sex involved with Grace. Am I clear?"
"No of course not. She's still a virgin."
"So were you a few weeks back if I recall." He chuckles making her wrinkle her nose at her game playing and seduction of her Father.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolls her eyes then smirks evilly, "No sex. But, can she give you a hand job? It's either that or I have Lance do it. I'm sure he's up for it."
"I don't want to know about Lance and sex. I'm not sure I could handle both of my kids sex lives."
"And, I certainly don't want to admit to anything else." She snickers.
"Of course not. I don't really care what you do as long as you're careful. No babies until you're thirty."
"Then you need to wear a rubber next time, Mister." She whispers then sticks her tongue out at him, "I don't want to give birth to a baby brother."
The words cut him like a blade. He needed to straighten up concerning Britney. The thoughts made him lower his gaze and shake his head.
Brit pauses to realize that she might have ruined her playtime with her father, her words were dooming her inside.
"I'm sorry Daddy. That must have sounded terrible. Remember I am on birth control."
Keith lifts a hand to stop her talking, "Let's just chill out on that stuff. What you do with others is your business. Let's just be family again. Before things get out of hand."
Pouting softly Brit nods, "Okay."
"As far as Grace is concerned I'll watch her but I'm not touching. Too much of this crap is going to come back to haunt me."
Behind Brit, Grace shuffles into view sulking, "Maybe I should go home."
Keith felt lousy suddenly, "No. You're welcome here. Most of this is between me and my daughter. What you two are up to just needs to not so much involve me. Like I said I'll watch you and offer input. Nothing more."
Grace pulls one of her pigtails forward and swings it around nervously.
Britney decided to cheer up for the sake of her friend, "Swing it like you mean it." , then does a little dance mockery until Grace bursts out laughing.
Keith rises from his chair and carefully studies Grace. Stepping around her he eyes her ass and backside. He then reaches up and grips her loose pigtail dangling behind her. In response Grace releases her other tail letting it fall to her side.
Nodding Keith reaches in to claim the other tail tugging on them until her head tilts gently back at the neck.
"Like reins on a horse." He chuckles.
Grace nervously giggles and blushes as Keith suddenly begins curling them around his wrists and forearms. Gritting his teeth he changes his tune slightly.
"I always wanted to do that to a gal with long hair. Something really sexy about that."
Grace eyes Brit with a bitten lower lip.
"Daddy? Why don't you come sit down." Brit motions smiling brightly.
Releasing Grace's locks he growls and returns to his recliner. Once sitting Brit moves behind Grace and encourages her forward to face Keith. In between his knees Grace is nudged to kneel in front of Keith. The girl complies with a giddy grin.
Brit then clutches both of her pigtails and brings them forward over her shoulders to hand them to her Father. He then curled them around his wrists yet again.
"Grace? Tell Daddy what you want to do for him."
The Mennonite beauty blushes and lowers her eyes, "I want to do whatever he wants me to do."
