Watching my daughter grow a little older and a littler older, then finally hitting 18 caused some feelings I had tried to suppress for years become harder to ignore.
Not long ago, my wife was out of town for a couple of weeks, leaving Elle and me alone in the house.
Naturally, she came and went as she always did and I did the same. We usually only saw each other in passing.
One night she came in and almost caught me watching a little porn on the PC. My cock was hard but I hadn't started jerking off or anything yet.
"Hey Dad," she said.
"Hey," I replied.
Luckily for my boner and I, she went straight upstairs. I thought I heard an odd thump like something fell on the floor so I hollered up the stairs "Are you ok?"
"Fine," she said.
I hadn't noticed it when she came in, but just then I thought I detected a slight slur.
Immediately I thought to myself that she had been doing some drinking with her friends.
Curious, I went up the stairs.
I should note here that my wife and I are pretty liberal folks. As long as what a person is doing isn't hurting someone else, we don't give much of a shit. That's about the long and short of it, so if Elle had been drinking and they had a D.D. to take everyone home safely, then fuck it.
Anyway, I went up the stairs to maybe get a laugh out of her drunken behavior. I was a little disappointed when I entered her room and started talking to her, though, because she seemed barely tipsy, if anything.
"Hitting the bottle tonight?" I said.
"No I haven't," she said, of course.
Just to play around with her I kept it up.
"Hmmm, seems like I smell a little alcohol in here." (which I didn't).
"Well, you don't," she smiled and said.
Like I said, we are a pretty open and liberal family, generally speaking, so it wasn't unusual at all that Elle was taking off her t-shirt, jeans, socks and All-Stars with me standing there.
She's not slutty, she's just very confident about her body and never has been very shy.
The feelings I talked about earlier came on kind of strong just then. I guess a combination of Mom being gone, me getting interrupted watching porn, and Elle standing there wearing a black bra and pink G-string was what did it.
Her Mom had had words with her about that G-string fad already but that just made Elle push her jeans down further and the sides of the G-string up higher.
All this amused me because I knew that my wife should have used reverse psychology to tone down her flaunting of the G-string, but no, she asked her to be a little more discreet which in my experience makes just about any teenager all the worse.
I thought she was going to grab a night shirt or something but she continued to ramble around the room looking for this or that.
Still being in a playful mood with her I smiled and said, "Nice panties."
"They're not panties. Old women wear panties."
"No, I wouldn't say that you're an old woman. Those G-strings just don't leave a whole lot to the imagination, do they?" I said.
"I don't guess so," she said flippantly.
"I'm tired as shit," she said suddenly.
"From what?" I said
"Just running around all night," she replied.
"Well, there's the bed," I said as I motioned toward her bed.
"Did you want to talk about anything or did you just want to drive me crazy all night?" she said.
"No, I guess just driving you crazy is about all had in mind", I replied with a smile.
"Well, you'll have to just look in the mirror and talk and drive yourself crazy because I'm lying down", upon which she flopped face down onto the bed.
"Oh shit," I thought as I looked at her perfect tan ass sticking up and I felt a little twinge in my cock.
I lay down beside her and kept talking, which was nothing unusual for us. Lying on her bed with her or her on mine, I mean.
After about ten minutes she stopped replying to what I was saying (which was probably just some random bullshit anyway) and I thought I heard a soft snore.
I rose up on my elbow to get a better look at her ass and I noticed the fine, white "peach fuzz" hair on her tan ass cheeks.
I kind of have a 'thing' for that and my cock not only gave a twinge then, it actually started to get hard.
Something that I knew I had thought of before but had tried to ignore it became just about too much to resist.
I reached down the front of my boxer shorts and, sure enough, the ol' cock had gotten pretty damn hard.
Now visions or ideas or whatever you want to call them were running wild in my head.
Did I want to jerk off on her ass or softly kiss her ass cheeks or run my tongue or finger up her asshole or what?
"Maybe all the above," I smiled and thought.
But the fear that we all know was still in the forefront of my mind, namely, "What if she wakes up? Will she scream and call the cops or stab me or lie there and enjoy it or maybe not even wake up while I'm doing it or who knows what?"
So, unable to resist by then, I thought I would try out the "least invasive" thought in my mind and I very softly ran my fingertips along her ass cheeks.
Whether she really was asleep or trying to fool ol' Dad, she arched her ass up ever so slightly.
In my probably-not-so-reasonable state of mind, I brazenly took that as a go-ahead.
I leaned over and ran my lips softly across those beautiful cheeks. Again, if it wasn't my imagination, she arched her ass very slightly.
"Ok, fuck it. If my wife finds out and divorces me or if I go to jail for molesting my daughter in her sleep I'll just have to deal with it as it comes," I thought as I threw all caution to the wind and ran the tips of my fingers up and down in her ass crack.
