Aug 24, 2005 12:19
I couldn't figure out whether they were mother and son, brother and sister or cousins. They walked up to the bar together and the boy couldn't stop staring at her breasts. Admittedly, they were huge, so even I caught myself taking a peek at them while preparing her ice cream. She was so small though, much smaller than me. Her nails were covered in plastic jewels and her bikini was a light teal colour with brown frills around the edges. Her eyes were blue, the kind of blue you see at the bottom of a swimming pool, but on a cloudy day. Her skin was so dark and it screamed "tanning salon," and yet her facial features suggested she was about 14. Her face was round and chubby, unlike her slim figure, and was spattered with pimples here and there. As I handed her the ice cream, the boy grabbed it and ran off with it. She didn't say anything, just gave me the ticket and started to walk away. She was greeted by an old man with grey hair. He put his arm around her waist and as he did so, her towel slipped down and I was able to see the words "Daddy's girl" inscribed on her bikini bottoms. I don't know exactly how they were related, but I assume that was her father and the boy was her brother, judging by their apparent ages. The whole scenario left me a bit empty. The only word that came to mind was "incest," but I figured I was over reacting.