Luke heard the crashing of heavy footsteps as someone tumbled into the house, tried to close the door quietly, and failed. It must be Becky back from her party and she must be drunk, he thought to himself angrily. He put down his book, took off his glasses, got out of bed and went downstairs. He found her in the kitchen raiding the fridge, her hair messy, her little black dress far too short and smelling faintly of fruity vodka.
"Oh shit. Did I wake you, Daddy?" she said as she clumsily closed the fridge door, stumbled a little and looked up at him innocently.
"Becky you're drunk. I've been worried sick about you. You wait until your Mother hears about this when she gets home. Look at you, you're a mess, you stink of alcohol, where the hell have you been? Why are you home so late?" he spat at her, looking her up and down with accusing eyes.
"I'm sorry Daddy." she said walking over towards him and looking up at him with big innocent brown eyes. "I didn't mean to be a bad girl, I don't want to upset you, Daddy. I love you."
"You can't wriggle your way out of this Becky, we will continue this conversation tomorrow." he said sternly looking down at her, trying to not be softened by her sweet expression. She was a teenager after all, these things were going to happen, Luke just worried about her getting herself into trouble, she had always been wild as a little girl and he worried that her recklessness would give her cause to regret one day
"Daddy, will you put me to bed? I don't feel well." she said softly, leaning her weight against his chest. He could smell the vodka on her breath, and the faint smell of vanilla coming from her soft brown hair. Luke pulled her close, wrapped her arms around his neck, picked her up and began to carry her upstairs to her bedroom. She sighed and moaned as he gently placed her on the bed, he let go of her but she kept holding her arms around his neck.
"Becky, sweetie. Let go, it's time for you to sleep now." he whispered softly into her ear, awkwardly kneeling next to the bed as he tried to extract himself from her.
"Mmmh, Daddy..." she mewled as she slid her hands away. He looked at her for a moment, she looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, her soft brown curls strewn over her pillow, framing her heart shaped face, her soft plump lips, slightly parted, still stained by some smudged lipstick. She looked like a woman now, not a girl anymore. Luke gently stroked her cheek and she rubbed her face into him, she mindlessly took his hand and led it down her neck towards her full little breasts, panicked, he snatched his hand away.
*God, she must be more drunk than I thought. *
It didn't stop there, she began squirming around in the bed, her dress slowly riding upwards, her little hands began to slide down her body, across her belly and down towards her thighs, her legs spread and as he looked over her body he could see that under her dress was her perfectly shaved little slit.
Did she go out not wearing underwear or did she lose it at the party?!
