*For those of you just arriving, this is my second entry into the Literotica Realm. This story picks up where the first left off so, for better background information you should read "Home For The Holidaze" first. I would like to thank all of those who posted comments, good and bad, and would like to encourage all to do the same. There seems to be a misconception about the type of work/art/trash that I generate here: If I wanted "just the facts…" I wouldn't be HERE. This is the place to alter reality, bend the rules of logic and enjoy flights of fancy. Loosen up people. My only statement to those who choose to leave negative feedback is to have the courtesy to leave a name; Anonymous is so mundane. Again, thank you for the feedback and enjoy the rest…
And an extra special thank you to my editor, Mandy Marie for her time and effort in improving my scribble to a decent read… Thank You!*
It has been three days since The Incident. Three days since my daughter, Andrea, got thoroughly intoxicated and I took advantage of the occasion.
My daughter, always the apple of my eye, is gorgeous at 5'7", 175 lbs., with a short bob-style haircut, dyed red, and 36DD's. She is ample and soft and, as I found, very capable of unwittingly seducing her father. Our relationship has been shaky for the past few years mostly due to her growing up without my permission. When she departed for college in the fall, it was with the promise to never return and with my desire that she keep her word. However, due to "unexpected bills," she returned home unannounced for the holidays and it was on her third day back that I claimed her anal virginity, very much without her knowledge. As it turns out, that was to be the turning point of our relationship, after which life just seemed to improve.
During her drinking binge that led to my claiming Andrea, we had very productive discussion about life, liberty and the great cosmic muffin, among other things.
The next day brought out my daughter with a minor headache and no real after effect of consuming so much the prior day. I on the other hand, was feeling a bit queasy and confused, almost in a dream world about my activities of the evening.
Andrea greeted me with a warm, firm hug and a peck on the cheek. I almost had a heart attack! She hadn't done that in years!
"Morning Dad," she chimed in a light sweet voice.
"Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Like a baby! I haven't slept that well in a long time," was her reply.
We discussed that alcohol consumption is not an advisable sleep aid on a regular basis and she laughingly agreed.
The next several days were like an awakening. Andrea and I went to the movies a few times, allowing her oldest brother the opportunity to baby sit for a few bucks, had a nice dinner, talked a lot, and just got to know each other again. I was actually beginning to regret her eventual return to college.
Christmas came and went with the usual fanfare of a house full of children and the holidays turned toward the new-year. My sister volunteered to take the youngest children for the weekend up to her place in the country. Every year she throws a large party with lots of fireworks and the kids were pleased with the invitation. My wife was going to celebrate the weekend with some friends partying and I thought Andrea would attend with her so I was to have the house to myself for the time.
On New Year's Eve my sister picked up the kids by 4PM and the wife was out the door 5 minutes later.
I didn't see their departure because I was showering after doing some yard work. I came out of the master bedroom to grab a snack and, since I was home alone, dispensed with the necessity of clothing.
As I crossed the dining room to the kitchen I heard "my, doesn't that look yummy."
I spun around to find Andrea coming out of the back hall with a smoky little smile on her face.
"Damn! You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going with your mother!" I yelled.
I was embarrassed as hell and blushing like a virgin on her wedding night as I tried to find a way to cover myself.
Andrea giggled and said, "I hope it gets bigger than that," as I floundered about. "Cool off Dad, it isn't like I haven't seen a cock in my life."
"To my knowledge, dear daughter, you have never seen my penis until now," I stated as I began to resign myself to being caught, quite literally, with my pants down.
"If I had known the house was clothing optional for adults, I would have locked my siblings in the closet for my stay," she said and promptly removed the skimpy top I hadn't noticed.
She slipped it off exposing her tasty, young breasts to the air, creamy smooth with budding little nipples, startling me with her boldness while I fought my instinctive urge of arousal. She was in the process of peeling off her shorts when I asked if she was comfortable with being in the house alone with her naked father. She just smiled and finished removing her shorts.
The rest of the day was spent lounging around the house, eating if the need arose and just plain relaxing in each others company, free of the constraints of clothing and care. My daughter's exquisite body kept drawing my attention but keeping a conversation going grew easier as the day progressed. Damn, she is beautiful!
As the night wore on, we shared a few drinks and started to watch the petrified teenager and his annual show counting down to New Year's. The past few days had been hectic and late so the alcohol quickly caught up with me.
Andrea suggested that we go to her room and watch the rest of the party on her TV, "and it is a lot more comfortable on my bed than this couch," she stated.
With a fuzzy head and a lovely view of her ample ass, we strolled into her bedroom.
I stretched out on the bed while she set up the TV and found the right channel. When she was done, she said, "don't be a hog," and laid down next to me, pressing her firm, luscious body into mine, almost agitating my exhausted form. That was not to be the case though as sleep claimed me.
I awoke about 3AM with my sleeping beauty's hair in my face and her soft, supple body sweet-sealed to mine. I had to fight desire when my senses alerted me that her ass was snuggled against my stiffening prick, my hand cupped about a breast.
I disentangled myself and hastily sought out the restroom. After using the facilities, getting some water and taking 2 Advil, I returned a more aware body to my kitten's bed. I knew I should have gone to my own room but the need to feel her warmth against me and her scent filling my head defeated my common sense. I climbed back into her bed and snuggled back into place. Listening to her soft regular breathing for a few moments relaxed me enough to return to sleep.
When next I awoke, I was a bit disoriented. I opened my eyes and tried to rise but found myself restrained and started to panic, Andrea quickly entered my view, naked as the night before, and shushed me.
"Now Dad," she started, "you have been a bad boy the past few days and I think you need a little motivation to set things right."
The minx had tied my hands to the bedpost while I slept!
"Young lady, you had better untie me right now," I demanded in my sternest voice.
"I will Daddy, in time. You see, when I caught you yesterday in the dining room in nothing but a smile, it made me hot! I thought ‘I must be loosing my mind to get all hot and bothered about my father's body'. I surprised myself when I stripped for you but, I can't deny, you made me horny," she giggled.
