"Still think you can kick my butt in basketball?" I was staring down at this scantily clad college chick in a bikini, sun bathing by my pool.

When I came home early from work I had no idea that my daughter, Debbie, would be visiting from her nearby college. She had occasionally come and used the pool, but it was rare for us to cross paths. As I stared down at her womanly form, she sat up and explained that she was home for the weekend.

"Basketball?" I asked distractedly. She smiled mischeviously, as if she knew what forbidden thoughts swam through my head. "I suppose your old man could still show you a trick or two."

A few minutes later, I came out in shorts and a tank top. She had put on shorts but was still in her bikini top, her full breasts bouncing away. I lost at 21 easily. We stopped for a breather and I stared at her glistening flesh, so luscious and toned. She smiled at me. "That was easy."

We played another round. This time her breasts bounced out after a lay-up. She was embarrassed and turned to fix herself. I said nothing and we played on. It was clear now that the distraction of her naked skin was the only thing on my mind and I longed to see her again. My chance came all too soon as her breasts were freed during a lane drive.

"Why don't you go put a shirt on," I said nervously. "Those aren't doing you any good."

She poked at me. "You're just trying to psych me out. Let's play for three's now."

"Well, what do we play for?" I said. "You're studying business; anything worth doing is worth doing for money."

"Dad, I'm a poor college kid. I don't have money."

"Okay, whatever."

We played; she won.

As I was bent over, panting, she said, "Okay, give me your shirt."

"Huh?"

"You said whatever. So give me your tank top." She had that mischevious smile again. So I gave it to her. I told her that it helped me out anyway, the heat was almost unbearable. We played again. She won again. "This time, you can hand over those shorts. I'm going to clean you out."

I whipped them off and threw them at her face. She ducked away playfully while I tried to hide my now fully grown hardon. Now that I knew what the stakes were, I played with more vigor. I won the next set.

"Your top please," I said triumphantly. She looked at me for a long moment. "They're no good to you anyway; you keep falling out of them."

Slowly, in one clean motion, she undid her bikini top and tossed them to me. My mouth nearly dropped. I gasped visibly. She giggled and stole the ball away from me. But I won again, using my weight and size. If she noticed my bludgeoning rod, she never said a thing because she continued to back into, rubbing and pressing her ass in. I won again.

"Now your shorts." I thought that was it, the completion of my conquest. But she had her thong underneath and I was robbed at the final forbidden sight. We were both in our skivvies, sweating and panting, fighting hard for each point. The stakes were: winner take all!

I won.

We stopped beneath the basket, breathing heavily. I could here the solitude of the forest around our secluded yard, the birds singing and the bugs buzzing. It was all drowned out by the throbbing in my head.