I didn't get a chance to talk to Brit the next day. The girls slept in most of the morning and then there was college football, retrieving Del from the airport, and the dozen other things that make Saturday, well, Saturday. I was a little disappointed and a little relieved to not get any more time with Lexi, and I was also still processing everything, so I don't know that I would have known what to say to Brit anyway.
We had a tradition of having family brunch every Sunday. Del had grown up going to church, but had never felt all that welcome and had made no effort to go since it became her option. For me it had never been more than a place to go and see women in their Sunday best and wondering which ones still had cum in them from their Saturday nights. Del did miss the time with her family where they all got together and ate afterward, so we made our worship at the table with all the various high fat, high carb foods that make America great.
It was Del's turn to cook and Brit had yet to make her appearance. She usually needed a nudge to get moving on non-school days. I was sitting at the table reading the latest pre-game news on my phone, paying just enough attention to the room to not get yelled at for neglecting family time. Brit came in and dropped a kiss on my cheek. She mostly did that sort of thing ironically, so I gave her the bare minimum response and continued reading as she took her place at the table.
"Oh, mom, I loaned Lexi your white babydoll set so she wouldn't have to run around the house in her underwear." This is when the half attention to what's going on around me paid off. I put the phone face down on the table. Brit loved mischief, which made her a dangerous partner in my dalliance with Lexi.
"That's fine, dear. I don't know that I've ever even worn it, not really my aesthetic." God forbid she let herself look soft and feminine.
"Dad thought she looked really cute in it." Brit gave me a 'gotcha' smile.
"I'll bet he did." Del gave me a wry look. I could only shrug helplessly in response. Del set the quiche on the table, already sliced into neat triangles. I grabbed one and started in, thinking Brit was done with me. She wasn't.
"What are you wearing?" Del hadn't given up the modesty fight with Brit yet. I hadn't even noticed what she had worn to the table. I looked over. It was a too tight Katara t-shirt, almost certainly not laundered since the last time it had been 'used'.
"What? I've worn this to breakfast a hundred times." She kind of jutted her chest and waved it back and forth. Her frame was smaller than Lexi's, but her larger breasts more than made up the difference. She looked like one of those porn actresses who wore something innocent and looked anything but.
"Brit, we've talked about this. That simply isn't appropriate brunch attire."
"Fine." Her voice was begrudging acceptance, but I still heard the mischief in it. I wasn't even surprised when she pulled the shirt off over her head. I think this was the first time I'd gotten a full light of day look at her bare chest since she had started wearing bras. I knew her to be a C cup, but her breasts didn't have that rounded out look you'd expect with that size. The still hung high and firm with a tear drop shape that I could appreciate even on my daughter, her nipples angled slightly upward. I know it sounds strange, but what I felt was more fatherly pride than anything else. My daughter had great tits.
This wasn't a time to ogle, however. "Brittany, stop antagonizing your mother and go put a bra and a real top on." I tried to give my voice that long suffering father lilt. Brit smirked and pushed back from the table, her hips swaying in the too small panties that rode up between her ass cheeks. "And some pants."
I watched Del, her calculating gaze following our daughter out of the room. I knew that I was the one Brit was fucking with, but I didn't want Del to think so. It wasn't that, however. "She's really developed a nice body." Female body insecurity. This I knew how to deal with, I've been married a long time.
"She has exactly the same body you do." Del was in great shape for her late thirties, her active profession and diligence keeping her competitive with the young women she spent most of her time with. It wasn't a lie either, Brit did have her body. It was just the eighteen-year-old version.
"Hardly. I didn't have that kind of muscle tone even when I was her age. She gets that from you." Despite her argument to the contrary, the compliment had hit home. "I wonder what's gotten in to her?"
I wouldn't pass up another chance at deflection. "She's figured out you're a lesbian."
"I'm not a lesbian." In my book, being willing to fuck a man doesn't make you bi. You have to actually want to do it. But it wasn't an argument I needed to win. "Well, she's convinced you are. Maybe time we actually had that talk with her." We'd been putting it off for years.
"I suppose." Del really didn't want to. Despite everything, her upbringing still lent a feeling of shame over her sexuality.
"I have some other things I need to talk to her about anyway, do you want me to take care of it?"
She scoffed. "You'll make it sound so sorted."
"No, I'll be sure to tell her how lovingly you make them beg to eat your pussy and send them home without an orgasm if they don't do it right."
She blushed. "That's exactly what I mean."
"Look, Del, I know what's important to you. I'm not even sure you need to worry about how she'll react. She didn't put Lexi in that lingerie for my benefit." A little more deflection couldn't hurt.
"Ok." She shook her head. "It's silly how nervous this makes me."
Brit returned dressed in a polo and kakis, looking more ridiculous than she had in her childhood underwear. We all laughed, but the rest of the meal still felt kind of tense. Del was the first to crack, dashing off to deal with some made up crisis.
"We need to have a talk."
"Yeah." Her tone said that she thought she was in trouble.
"Not like that. Want to go for ice-cream?" We used to do that a lot before she'd given up sweets in favor of the high protein diet she adhered to now.
She smiled, a big genuine one. "Sure. Can I go change first?"
I laughed. She wouldn't want to be seen in public with so little skin showing. "Fine. Why do you even have those clothes?"
"Debate. I think it's so we can't sway the judges with sex appeal, to be honest. I'll be right back." True to her word, she was sitting beside me in the car in gray leggings so tight you'd be able to identify the brand of underwear she was wearing, if she'd bothered to wear any. She'd added a Chief's tank top, both an acknowledgement that I was missing football to spend time with her and a fuck you. I hated the Chiefs.
I didn't waste much time on chit chat. The confines of a moving car are about the most private place you can have a conversation. "Ok, for starters, stunts like the one you did today absolutely cannot happen. While your mother and I officially have an open marriage, she really struggles with it and would be very hurt if she found out about Lexi."
"How's that fair? She's been fucking Casandra for six months."
I hadn't known that. They'd spent a lot of time together, but Cassie really wasn't Del's type. I couldn't help myself, "What makes you think that?"
