This is one of a series of one-shots, where each part or chapter acts as its own self-contained story featuring an encounter between distant or estranged family members. Each story will probably be one to two pages long, and will typically focus on a single encounter. If you have an idea or experience you'd like to see turned into a short story, or just want to chat, feel free to contact me.
My apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors. This is a work of fiction, and all of the characters are over 18.
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Pulling up on the side of the street, Laura grabbed the print-out on the passenger seat and double-checked the address. The print-out was a report compiled for her by her friend Suzy's uncle, a private investigator she'd hired to track down a man named Brian Parker. The PI had found out a whole lot of information about Brian ― including but not limited to his age, weight, job, friends, weekly routine, and sexual partners ― but what she'd most been interested in was his address. Which was that of the house across the road.
She wasn't a stalker or anything like that. She'd never hired a PI before, and never would have done so unless her need was urgent, which it was. See, Brian wasn't just random guy ― well technically he was, but he wasn't some stranger to Laura, at least not genetically.
Brian Parker was her father.
Only in a biological sense, though. Just over two decades ago, a woman named Juliette Moore had gone to a bar with her girlfriends, and flirted with a man she only ever knew as Big Brian. Laura didn't know the exact details, but she knew her mother had a drunken one-night stand and gave birth to her nine months later.
Juliette raised Laura alone, with some help from her parents, and although she did wonder about her dad Laura learned early not to ask questions. As she grew up and witnessed the decaying marriages and deadbeat parents of her peers, Laura made her peace with only having a mum, and eventually began to see it as a blessing. Her dad had made no attempt to be a part of her life or help out her mum (Juliette claimed it was
his
choice not to be involved in their lives), so Laura considered it good riddance. She had no interest in meeting him, and still didn't.
But he had something she needed.
During her last medical check-up, Laura's doctors had noticed an anomaly. It wasn't necessarily something to be worried about, they assured her, but they were going to do some tests just to be safe. They would be expensive and time consuming, but she could possibly speed up the process by providing the medical records of her close family, namely her parents. Her mum's was easy enough, but her dad's posed a problem.
So she'd hired a PI to track down her dad, and a surprisingly short two weeks later she was reading through a more thorough report than she would have believed (or wanted ― she now knew
way
too much about her dad's sex life, and she would not be surprised if she had several dozen half-siblings out there somewhere). The only thing the PI seemingly couldn't get his hands on were Brian's medical records, which meant Laura would have to ask for them herself.
Taking a deep breath, Laura steeled herself, got out of the car, and approached Brian Parker's house. It was a surprisingly nice-looking place, small but well-kept with a neatly-trimmed front lawn and healthy garden. Heart beating in her chest, she swallowed dryly and knocked sharply on the front door. Despite her assurances that this was no big deal she was wracked with nerves, and was seconds away from walking away when a shadow appeared on the other side of the door's frosted glass. There was a moment's hesitation, and then the door was pulled open by a burly, partially-dressed man she recognised from photos in the PI's report as Brian Parker.
Big Brian was a broad man, thick with muscle but also some of the fat most middle-aged men end up with. His short salt-and-pepper hair was tousled, and his cheeks and chin were thick with stubble. He wore only an untied dressing gown and a pair of shorts, revealing his stomach and legs were covered with a shocking amount of hair. With one hand he propped himself against the doorframe, and despite it being early morning he casually held a can of beer in the other.
"Uh, Brian Parker?" Laura said hesitantly. She was finding that looking at a photo of her absent father was a vastly different proposition than confronting him in the flesh. For one thing, the photos didn't look back.
Blinking the sun out of his eyes, Brian looked at the girl in front of him. He guessed she was in her early twenties, and he'd chased enough tail to know she was one fine bitch, and one just reaching her prime. Flowing blonde hair framing a pretty-enough face, sparkling blue eyes. A nice slim figure with enough meat to give her some interesting curves without being skinny (or worse, fat). Her legs were pleasantly muscled and shown off nicely by her skirt, and although he couldn't be sure, he'd seen enough to guess she had an amazing ass. And her tits, damn. He'd seen a lot of pairs, and hers had to be at least top five. Nice and big but not too big for her frame, and obviously natural. They were the soft pillowy kind too, the kind you could just grab and squeeze and shove your dick between.
"Yes love," he said lazily, eyes crawling over her frame hungrily. It was a weekend and he had planned to kick back and watch the footy, but the girl presented a far better option. "What can I do for you?"
Laura cringed. Although she'd tried to avoid setting up expectations for how their first meeting would go, in the back of her mind she'd imagined it would be like it was in the movies: a moment of confusion that quickly becomes stunned realisation and celebration. She had
not
expected her dad to answer the door half-naked, undress her with his eyes, and then offer her a lewd comment heavy with innuendo.
"I'm Laura Moore, Juliette Moore's daughter," she said, hoping for a sign of recognition at the sound of her mum's name. He just looked at her blankly, one eyebrow raised. "I think I'm your daughter."
Now both eyebrows were raised, but Brian looked only mildly surprised. "Really?" he said, taking a deep sip of his beer. "Maybe you should come in then." He stood aside to let her, and after a short pause, Laura stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. He ambled further into the house with Laura nervously following in his wake, uncomfortable but not really willing to acknowledge why.
"I always figured a kid would show up someday," he said over his shoulder as he led her into what was clearly a living room and plopped into an armchair. He turned to look at her as she hovered nervously, and once again his eyes trawled over her body. "Never really thought about it being a girl though, or such a hot one. Was a bit of a surprise to be honest."
Laura shifted from side to side uneasily. As flattering as it was to be complimented by an attractive man ― and despite his profusion of body hair, he was a good-looking man ― he was her dad and it was just
weird
. "I guess," she said awkwardly.
