Chapter 1

Wow, what a morning!

I had been flirting with, teasing and flashing my dad more and more over the past 4 years since my mom left us when I was 15.

It was usually confined to me wearing a big, thick oversize T-shirt and panties around the house or even the slip of a towel now and again after I'd come out of the shower.

Lately it had increased to me often wearing thin "wife beater" style tank tops that really shows my nipples and sometimes even so bold as thong panties as well.

I also get quite a charge out of dashing across the hall naked using the

"excuse" that I'd forgot to grab a towel before I got in the shower.

We have an in-ground pool and a hotub out back so he gets plenty of other opportunities to view my tight 19 year old body with my choice of very revealing swimsuits.

We are very close, hug and hold hands, I'm often sitting on his lap and when we kiss hello or goodbye it's almost always on the lips.

I had many fantasies about my handsome younger dad (he's 41) but when

I'd go to far with my actions he would get embarrassed and go off on me, telling me to knock it off.

Even though he resisted my repeated temptations the tent I'd cause in his pants could not be denied.

I had spied on him getting in or out of the shower so I had seen him partially nude a few times, unkown to him of course.

I had even peeked at him having sex with one of his girlfriends that aren't really that much older than me by the way.

I'd been plotting on how I could get him into a situation that he couldn't refuse me anymore.

He had been out drinking with his friends, came home very late and went straight to his room.

Although we are always pretty much clothed around the house we both feel more comfortable sleeping naked in the privacy of our own rooms.

I got up to get a drink of water and on my way down the hall, I noticed that his bedroom door wasn't closed all the way.

I quietly eased his door open to see if he was ok and I found my Dad passed out drunk in his bed snoring away, he had the covers over him but as usual I was sure that he was nude underneath.

Like I had told you before, I sleep naked too so here I was standing naked beside my father's bed, even though he was dead to the world I was as nervous as can be.

He was lying on his back but off to one side of the bed so it was easy for me to finally get up the courage and quietly slip under the covers beside him.

The realization of the fact that after years of flirting and teasing, here I was finally naked in bed beside my hot dad that was just as naked as me was almost too much for me to stand!

It took me several minutes to calm my breathing because I was a nervous wreck and could not believe that I had gone this far!

After I had calmed down, I slowly scooted myself over right next to him and brought my left hand over to lightly touch his hairy chest.

I was lying on my right side and to the left of him so I moved closer until my left knee was up against his as molded myself to him.

He shifted a little in his sleep which allowed me to move even closer, bringing my left leg over his left thigh as I moved my left hand a little lower onto his stomach.

I was getting very wet as I eased my hand even lower yet on his stomach until I had actually reached the very edge of his pubic hair.