Fries and a Happy Meal, Part 1
"What can I get you?" the cashier's eyes panned down to Kenzie's tits. Her sparkly tank top was gaping in the front and Vince could see her black, lacy bra underneath. He looked away, uncomfortable with his stepdaughter's newest attributes. She had been a late bloomer and he had prided himself on never going there, on never having that attraction to Kenzie.
"I'd like fries and a Happy Meal," she said.
"We don't have Happy Meals here. We have a Kid's Box, okay? It comes with fries or sliced apples."
"I want fries and then extra fries on the side. A large."
"Nuggets, hamburger or cheeseburger?"
"Nuggets. I love meat," she said, licking her lips and staring down the cashier.
"Okay, then," the cashier looked up at Vince. "How about you?"
Vince quickly ordered and he couldn't help but notice that Kenzie was still flirting with the cashier. He wasn't sure what he should do about this. He had never seen her flirt before and he certainly hadn't seen her wear anything like what she was wearing now. Her skirt was so short that it barely covered her bottom. When she sat down he couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing panties. He wondered if she was a virgin or if this change in behavior was a result of that milestone being accomplished.
They made shitty conversation while Kenzie texted on her phone. Vince knew he should talk to her about her behavior but what if she took it the wrong way and upset her mother?
"Who are you texting?"
"Dionne. I'm telling her how these Kid's Boxes are crummy. I wanted a Happy Meal! But someone doesn't do big chain restaurants. There's not even a toy!"
"There are tongue tattoos," he said hopefully.
"That's like calling stickers toys. They aren't toys," she educated him. Vince was getting angry at her. She was so ungrateful and her tits were hanging out of her bra. Her pussy was on display in that skirt and her mouth was fixed into a naughty pout. Something wasn't right.
"Let's go," he ordered her and she shrugged, stopping to bend over to pick up an errant straw wrapper. He watched in horror as her skirt pulled up as she bent over. Now her pussy was visible and he was staring straight at it. Her ass was so taut and smooth. Her pussy was completely shaved and it looked a lot like her mother's. He had a longing to fuck Kenzie that he had to force out of his mind. "Come on, let's go!" he screamed at her.
"Why are you screaming at me?"
"Come on," he grabbed her by the arm as he looked up and realized that a lot of other people had seen her display of sluttery. He pulled her outside. "You're embarrassing yourself!"
"What? What am I doing?"
"Next time wear some fucking panties," he was enraged as he unlocked the car and pushed her roughly onto the front seat. "You're dressed like a little slut. Everyone in that restaurant saw your lady bits. Is that what you wanted? For everyone to see your holes? Huh? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy!" she was already crying, the tears streaming down her face making tracks in her makeup. She only called him Daddy when she wanted something and surely this moment was no different.
"Why are you calling me Daddy now? Huh? You always call me Vince and suddenly you're in trouble and it's Daddy? I don't think so. You're not getting out of this." He got in on the driver's side and started the car. He was shocked to feel her hand shoot toward his lap. Her hand was on his cock and she was rubbing it before he could tell her to stop.
"Stop!" he screamed, pulling her hand off of him. "What's wrong with you?"
"I just want to show you how I feel about you," she sobbed. "Please don't make me feel bad, Daddy. I just want your dick do bad. It's not fair that Mommy gets it."
"You've been watching too much porn." They drove all the way home in silence, but at the third stoplight from home, her hand moved back to his cock. This time he let her play with it. This time he let her fondle it. He couldn't say no to her young, 18-year-old body. He couldn't resist that smooth ass and pussy. He was a weak man and he wanted to be able to check off the "mother and daughter" box on his fuck-it list.
He pulled his cock out and he was shocked when Kenzie unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over the center console, and wrapped her mouth around it. She blew him the whole rest of the way home and he had to work hard to concentrate on getting them home where they could be alone for a few hours before her mother came home from work.
"Come on, let's get you inside," Vince said in a surprisingly fatherly voice.
"Are you still mad at me, Daddy?" she asked.