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I was a bit drunk when I got home, well, actually a lot drunk. It had been a good night at the pub, and we had been drowning shots. I struggled to get my key in the door, for some reason the lock was upside down. Eventually I worked out I need to use my key upside down and magically the door opened, and I was in.
I shut the door behind me as quietly as I could, but I probably managed to wake up half the street, certainly mum and dad. Oops. I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and the tap wouldn't turn on, then when I managed to get water, the stupid tap wouldn't turn off. A hand rested on mine.
"Let me do it Mica," dad said. I shrugged. I was going to take a drink of my water but dad took it off me.
"That's hot water baby, you'll burn your mouth. Here, sit on this kitchen chair and let me get you some water."
The chair seemed very narrow, and I was sure I was going to fall off, but somehow I managed to balance and stay. Dad held a glass to my lips.
"Here you are baby, you drink this, I'll hold the glass, you just drink."
I gulped at the water but dad had used a faulty glass, it kept spilling on me, wetting my dress.
"Come on baby, let's get you upstairs, try and be quiet, hopefully your mum has managed to get back to sleep."
Everything seemed wavy and swimmy, but somehow we got upstairs and into my bedroom. I sat on the bed as dad turned my sidelight on, oh wow that was bright, I screwed my eyes up tight.
"Come on baby, let's get these wet things off you."
Dad was doing something and my dress fell down over my bust and then my boobs fell out of my bra.
"Lay back baby" dad said, and I felt my legs go up in the air and my dress was gone. My stockings rolled down my legs and then my fanny was out of my panties.
"Need wee daddy," I said.
Dad helped me to my feet and walked me to the loo. I sat and peed, oh my goodness it never seemed to stop. Then I was being wiped dry. Ooh, that was interesting. Dad helped me back to my room and lay me on the bed.
"Stay with me daddy," I said, although I suspect the words came out differently. I was sure I felt daddy cuddling me and trying to stop my boobs falling off and making sure my fanny was okay, and then it was morning.
"Come on sleepy head," mum said as she stuck her head into my room. "Cereal or cooked breakfast?" She asked.
"Just coffee mum please."
How did I manage that? My throat felt like sandpaper. I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo, my fanny felt, I don't know, odd, but I knew I hadn't shagged anyone before I got home last night, it just felt as if I had. I cleaned my teeth and went to go downstairs.
"Probably best to put some clothes on baby," dad said.
I looked down, yup, starkers. Tutting I went into my room and put my dressing gown on and tried again. Downstairs. Mum was fussing over the hob making dad's breakfast.
"Your coffee is on the table Mica," mum said.
"Thanks mum," throat still like a badger's.
Dad breezed in, kissed mum, patted my head and sat to the table.
"Breakfast in a min love," mum said to dad.
"Perfect", dad said.
"Good night baby?" He asked me.
"Yes dad, excellent. We were at the Pint Pot, it was 'doubles' night, all the shots were doubles, but at the price of singles. And the karaoke was on too. Yeah, good night."
"Did everyone get home okay?"
"I have no idea dad, I have not looked at my phone, in fact, I have no idea where it is. I know it is here somewhere, but where? No idea."
"It'll turn up, battery will probably be flat soon. I am sure I heard it dingling earlier, someone was probably messaging you."
"Right, best find it."
I got up and wandered around the hall, and found it, on the stairs, face down. Battery okay, sort of, and just a few WhatsApp's from the girls about last night. They could wait. I went back in the kitchen.
"Do you remember last night, when you got home, baby?"
"Er, yes dad. Key was upside down, door was bangy, glass of water, loo, bed."
"Yes baby, you were utterly wasted, I had to help you."
"Oh yes, yes you did, thanks dad."
"No worries. Try not to be as drunk next time. I assume it was alcohol, and not something else?"
"Oh, no, just booze dad."
"Okay then. We'll say no more."
A few days later and it was another karaoke and doubles night at the Pint Pot and Ash and Masha wanted to go, I said I would meet them there. I didn't bother with a bra, just a dress, panties and wedges. Card, cash, key, phone and I was off, meeting my Uber as it drew up outside the house.
Great table the girls had got at the side, half way between the bar and the karaoke. I was belting out Whitney Houston's 'I will always love you,' and the night was going great, the drinks were flowing, and my voice was fab. Several shots later and someone was singing 'Whose taking you home tonight' and the evening was ending. I hugged the girls, kissed them goodnight, and got in my Uber and headed home. Sitting in the back of the car I recalled what I half remembered from my last trip home and wondered if things had gone further than I remembered. In my slightly fuddled state I decided to find out.
I made a point of struggling to get the key into the lock and then told the door to 'shush' as I shut it. I turned away from the door and bumped into dad who was standing in the hallway.
"Oh hello daddy," I giggled, "have you just come home too?" I hoped I wasn't too obvious.
"Need a drink daddy." I said and headed to the kitchen, dropping my bag somewhere on the way. I grabbed a mug and filled it with water, but the handle kept getting in the way and the water was spilling over me.
"Oh Mica, what am I going to do with you?" dad asked and took the mug out of my hands and turned it around, now I could drink without getting wet.
"Going to sit daddy." I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa, somehow managing to hoik my dress up and show my panties as I sat, oops.
Dad sat next to me and I leaned against him, "hello daddy," I said, "have you just got home too? Hush, don't wake mum."
I am not entirely sure how a drunk person acts, obviously I hardly ever get drunk and if I do, I can't honestly say that I remember everything I say and do.
"I think we ought to get this wet dress off you baby," Dad said, "can you stand up for me?"
That actually was a good question. Whilst not as drunk as last time, I was still pretty wasted, and having sat down, my legs really didn't want to stand again. Dad stood and helped me to my feet. He undid the catch and my dress was slipped down and off. In only my panties I felt a little cold. I flopped back onto the sofa.
Dad sat down next to me and I shivered, he put his arms around me and cuddled me in.
"Oh baby," he said, "you are shivering."
I didn't say anything, I just lay against him, my hand high up on his thigh, my knees apart and my ankles together. Dad's arm was around my side and under my boob and my boob seemed to slip down into his hand.
I shifted on the sofa and my hand moved a little higher, and I knew I was touching him through his trousers. I felt a hand on my panties, it wasn't mine. I mumbled a sound, and moved my bottom, the hand sliding down my panties, only a thin layer of cotton stopping him touching me. A finger pressed down, pushing my panties between my sex lips. A finger and thumb held my nipple.
Oh. I suspected that even more had gone on when I came home so drunk a few nights ago, had I been so far gone that dad had not been able to stop? The finger in my valley relaxed and moved away, and then I felt his hand slide down inside my panties and a finger found my button, oh my.
I think I cooed as dad pressed my button and then he slid down into my valley, my hot and very wet valley, and then down to my entrance. His finger did circles around my opening and then slowly, but surely, I felt his finger enter me, going deep inside my secret place. Oh daddy.
I moved a little and opened my legs as far as they could and squeezed my hand, feeling his hardness through his trousers. I didn't dare do what I wanted and undo his zip and take his cock out, I had to act as if I wasn't really aware of what was going on.
"Oh baby," dad mumbled and started to shag me with his fingers, oh my, I could feel my pressures building. Dad moved and was laying sideways next to me on the sofa, his fingers still inside me, his other hand undoing his waist and zip.
His trousers undone, dad pulled my panties down, forcing my legs together as he did so, and then I was naked on the sofa. Dad eased my legs apart and he lay on me, his cock nudging at my opening. Really? Was he really going to? I was so excited, my dad? He pushed a little, my entrance opened, offering no resistance, and then he was in deeper, and deeper and then fully, I felt him totally inside me, filling me.
