Happy to help

Mary sat across from her stepdad, who had been doing his very best to avoid any conversation the entire time that they were eating dinner. He had managed to utter out a small compliment, which made Mary blush, but besides that he only ate and scowled.

When they had finished eating Mary cleared the table and fetched another beer for Bruno. When she heard him crack it open she counted in her head how many he was up to. This one would be five. Mom would only ever let him have two on a work day and even when he would go grab a second one, she'd make it an argument. Mary was hoping that the beer might make Bruno loosen up a little, let go of some of those inhibitions he seemed to be holding on to so tightly.

When she wandered back in to the dining room, she found it empty. From the living room she could hear the sound of the tv and knew this was her time to strike. Mary readjusted her dress, pushed up her D-cup breasts and ran a hand through her long, black hair. After taking a deep breath she stepped into the living room and found her stepdad with his feet up on the coffee table, relaxing on the couch. Quickly she sat down next to him, close enough to feel his arm press against hers. It was clear that Bruno was trying to ignore her, keeping his eyes fixed solely on the football game being displayed in the television.

Mary relaxed into his arm, sliding down on the couch and putting her feet up. She rested her head on his broad shoulder and rubbed the muscle in his upper arm softly with the palm of her hand. She felt Bruno tense at first, but slowly relax along with her. "Daddy?" she whispered, lowering her hand down to his forearm. "Is there anything else I can do for you? You know, now that Mom is away?"

Bruno pulled his gaze from the tv and looked down at her, a look of painful hesitance in his eyes. Slowly he turned his arm over, letting Mary slip her hand in his. Nervously he swallowed. "I don't think so, sweetheart."

Mary pouted, pushing out her pink lips and feeling Bruno squeeze her hand. She turned her torso a little and pressed herself closer against his arm, making sure that her breasts were pushed up against his bicep. "I'd be happy to help, Daddy, with anything..." When she let her eyes fall downwards and caught a glimpse of what her stepfather was desperately trying to hide in his pants, pushing on it awkwardly with his free hand, Mary knew that she was close. "We don't know how long Mom will be gone for and a man has certain needs... She'd never have to know Daddy."

In his mind he knew exactly what the right answer would be, what the appropriate response would be, but everything inside of him was fighting against his good sense. "God... Goddamnit."