Stress Relief by bangbang36..,
It wasn’t even over yet and Kylie was sure that this was the worst day of her life. She’d been suspended, gotten into a fight with her best friend and had been handed her first ever bad grade all in one day. She’d been pissy ever since she’d gotten home. Her father had tried to ask her what was wrong and almost had his head bitten off. Poor guy.
She was lying in bed staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell she was going to do now. She was so lost in thought that she almost had a heart attack when her uncle’s face suddenly appeared over hers.
“OH MY GOD RODERICK!!!!” She screeched as she scrambled away. Her uncle stood by the bed giving her the biggest grin ever. Her heart was beating so fast it was a miracle it wasn’t already out her chest.
“Dinner’s ready, Brian’s been calling you for ages. So I decided to come fetch you instead.” He said, his toothy grin somehow getting bigger.
“I don’t want to eat and I don’t even think I can after this. I might puke.” She yelped.
“Oh you can eat. Now get your ass downstairs before I unleash the tickle bomb. You know you’ll regret it.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.
She sighed. There was no fighting the tickle bomb.
“Give me a minute I’ll be down there.”
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“What’s for dinner?” Kylie asked as she made her way into the kitchen.
She looked stressed. Brian was worried about her. She was a good kid. She didn’t get into trouble, got good grades, helped out around the house. But lately she’d been looking too stressed.
“Lasagna.”
She smiled. Kylie loved lasagna, but Brian rarely ever had time to make it. Still, after the day she’d had he thought she could use a little pick me up.
His brother Roderick came into the kitchen holding a bottle of wine and one of whiskey.
He poured two fingers of the whiskey into two tumblers and filled one wineglass to the brim. He handed the wineglass to Kylie. She looked surprised for a second and looked to Brian. He nodded at her. “Go ahead, you’ve been really stressed lately and this could really help.”
She smiled, “Thanks Dad, you’re the best you know that?”
Roderick guffawed. “What about me I’m the one who brought out the wine? Am i not the best?”
Both Kylie and Brian snorted as they took their food and started walking towards the living room.
As they ate, they watched some new action movie that Rod had picked. Brian glanced over at Kylie for what felt like the hundredth time growing nervous every time she topped off her glass.
Soon the movie was over but Kylie insisted that she wasn’t ready for bed yet so they put on another one. Rod passed out in the middle of the second one, always having been a lightweight. Kylie, however, was proving to be anything but. Brian was surprised and mildly concerned when Kylie casually picked up Rod’s drink and started sipping it. She picked the remote to find something new when the movie ended.
As she scrolled through the channels she found nothing of interest. Suddenly the screen was filled with a girl getting nailed and moaning but Kylie was pressing the button so fast the channel changed immediately. Kylie stopped for a second and looked down at the remote. It looked like she was considering the porn channel. That’s when Brian decided enough was enough. He downed the rest of drink and snatched Kylie’s.
He put it down out of her reach and tried to get the remote.
“That’s enough darling, i think you should go back to bed.” He pulled the remote but Kylie held tight.
“No, why? Because of the porn? Seriously dad? People watch porn. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I agree, but right now you’re very drunk. I think you should sleep it out.”
“Are you scared of it or something?”
“What? No!”
“I think you are. You know what, that’s what we’re going to watch. Besides, it’s the best stress relief there is.”
Brian sighed, “You go ahead but I’m not interested. Good night, I’m going to put Rod to bed. Please just wait until we’re gone to play it.”
Kylie nodded, grinning wildly. “You’re chicken.”
“I guess I am.” Brian muttered heaving Rod up.
As he dropped Rod onto the bed in the guest room he remembered the bottle of whiskey he’d left in the living room. He knew that habits didn’t form so easily but he didn’t want to risk it. Life was hard, he wanted his daughter how to cope with it on her own. Sometimes alcohol helped but only to a point.
Walking down the stairs he felt his heart thundering, he urged himself to focus. Sneak in, get the bottle, sneak out. Upon entering the living room though all those thoughts flew out of his head. He had been so very proud when he’d bought the 75 inch flat screen. He’d often host football nights at his place and watch the game with all of his friends. But now, watching what looked like an 18 yr old get banged, reverse cow girl style he was really reconsidering his life choices.
No, Brian. The bottle, that’s why you’re here. To save your daughter from alcoholism not to watch porn. No matter how sexy the girl is. Or how expertly she maneuvers her hips to let the cock slide in and out of her. Or how her gigantic tits resembled beach balls. Brian was practically frothing at the mouth. BOTTLE! a voice in his head screamed at him, snapping him out of his reverie.
He glanced around the room, coming up empty. Finally, he peered over the couch, to where his daughter sat on the floor, leaning against it. The bottle a few feet from her but within arm’s reach if she stretched. But she didn’t seem to care about the bottle. No, her focus was entirely on the screen. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her hand resting on her stomach was slowly making its way down and her chest, it was heaving. To Brian’s complete surprise he found himself realizing that his daughter had big breasts. Well, not the biggest out there, but big enough. They had to be D cups.
As he made his way around the couch, Brian told himself that it was to get bottle but for some reason he himself didn’t believe it. He cleared his throat causing Kylie to nearly jump out of her skin.
“What is up with you people and scaring me today. It sure as hell wouldn’t be so shocking if i get a heart attack,” she exclaimed clutching her chest.
“I couldn’t let you calling me chicken slide.” Brian said in a way that made it seem like that was a perfectly reasonable explanation to why he was sitting here watching porn with his daughter. At least he was sitting between her and the bottle. “Besides, what’s the use of having such a big TV if you don’t use it for stuff like this.”
Kylie must have been really drunk because she just laughed, and if she felt weird about the situation she didn’t let on. They both focused on the screen, and soon enough they were both breathing heavily. After each video ended a new one started on it’s own, Brian made a mental note to check the channel number. A few videos in, Kylie muted the screen and turned to Brian.
“Dad, can I ask you something? I’ve been wondering it for a while. What’s the deal with reverse cowgirl? I don’t get it. I’ve never understood what’s good about it?” She looked at him with such big inquisitive eyes that for a moment he thought she was pulling his leg.