The girls were going out that night and so Megan knew that she didnât really have time to carry out her plan, but she thought that she could at least plant the seed. She showered as part of the preparation for the evening out as did her sister, Vanessa. Megan toyed with the idea of jumping Vanessa as she was getting ready, but decided that sheâd work on planting the seed with her father, Phil instead.
Finishing up in the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, grabbed some stuff to go out in and headed downstairs under the pretense of ironing. Her father was in the living room watching the football and her mother was in the kitchen starting to get some stuff ready for dinner.
Megan grabbed the ironing board and the iron and headed into the living room, setting up on the side of the room so that she wouldnât be in her fatherâs direct view, but where he would have a difficult time avoiding looking at her.
Megan made sure that she stood with her back to her father as she was setting up the board. She failed to bend her knees too as she bent over, feeling the towel ride up, exposing the bottom of her legs and quite possibly, she thought, her pussy as well.
Phil wasnât blind, and after watching the girls in the pool, he was particularly aware of his daughtersâ sexuality. When Megan walked in with just the towel wrapped around her body, his gaze was automatically pulled away from the game on TV. She had his back to him and he found himself wondering how far up that towel would have to go before he would see the curve of her arse. And such a nice arse it looked like it would be too, covered in that towel. He tore his gaze away from his daughter and back to the game.
Just as the ball was passed forwards towards the goal and he was starting to get into the game, Megan bent over and he again lost the battle, turning to see what was going on. Megan bent over to pick up her top that had slipped to the floor. Philâs eyes watched the hem of the towel riding up the back of her smooth thighs. As the curve of her arse started to appear, his cock fully hardened, springing to life in his pants. She turned slightly as she picked it up and he could see daylight between her legs, highlighting the short wisps of hair covering her pussy lips which he could almost make out. He found himself leaning forwards trying for a better look, his cock swollen and stiff at the sight. Then she stood up and the towel settled back to its former, decent position.
Phil absently rubbed his erect pants, adjusting its position to be comfortable as he returned his attention to the game yet again. A commercial break came on and so his gaze drifted across to Megan who was now ironing her skirt.
âYou girls are headed out tonight obviously?â he asked her
âYep, off to dance, drink, make trouble and have fun,â laughed Megan, looking over her shoulder at her father.
âHeh, well you can have as much dancing and fun as you like, just make sure the drinking and trouble donât get out of hand,â Phil replied lightly.
âYes, Sir Daddy Sir,â Megan replied, half mocking him.
âYou know what I mean ..â
âOf course, but its fun to tease you. Anyway, its not like weâre really going to go out looking for trouble, it was just how I said it.â
Megan walked over to the wall where the iron was plugged in and bent over to unplug it, knees straight, feeling the cooler air of the room waft over her pussy as the towel again rode up. She turned as she straightened, noticing her fatherâs gaze glued to her arse and that there was a significant bulge in his pants. She smiled at him, but he pretended not to notice and quickly turned his head back to the TV. Megan picked up her skirt and slid it on under her towel, noting that her father was casting furtive glances her way. She saw it register on his face that she had just put her skirt on without any underwear and grabbed her top and started to head out of the room.
Phil watched the skirt slide up his daughterâs legs and under the towel. Pity, he had been enjoying the show that she had been putting on and he was starting to wonder whether it might perhaps have been a little deliberate, but dismissed the thought, surely she wouldnât be showing off to her own father like that. At that point he realised that he hadnât noticed any underwear during the time that sheâd been here and was shocked and intrigued now as to whether or not there was any.
âHey, why donât I drive you into town tonight, save one of you from not drinking and also save a cab fare?â he asked her impulsively.
âThatâd be fantastic Dad, thanks,â replied Megan enthusiastically.
Megan made a bee-line for her father on her way out of the room, stopping to give her father a kiss as she said thankyou. As she bent over, her towel fell loose (it having been scrumptiously loosened as she unplugged the iron), just hanging off her back, her breasts naked and bare just inches from her fatherâs eyes.
âWhoops!â she said, deliberately fumbling her attempt to gather the towel about her and hold her top as well. Her fatherâs gaze was firmly fixed on her breasts, and her nipples were taught and aroused because of her excitement.
âWell, Iâll see you at dinner, Dadâ said Megan, leaving the room. She went up the stairs out of sight before sneaking back down to see just how much effect sheâd managed to have on him. As she peeked around the corner, she noticed that her father had his legs spread out on the couch and his hand was stroking his cock through his pants. God it looked big. She would have to work a bit more now at finding a way to see it naked, like Vanessa had done. Megan turned and made her way back upstairs again, her naked pussy wet under her short skirt.
The whole time that the family sat at the table having dinner, Phil kept glancing at Megan, wondering whether she had put underwear on, wondering whether she had been aware of the show she gave him, wondering if there had been any chance at all that it had been deliberate. Of course as a result of this, he spent the entire dinner with a hard-on.
After dinner, the girls gathered their stuff ready to go out and Phil headed outside to get the car. He would have liked to have zipped into town in his sports car, but since there were more people, they had to take his wifeâs car. It wasnât bad; it just wasnât a sports car.
âHey Dad, is it ok if we pick Cindy up on the way in? It will save her cab fare too and make finding each other easier?â asked Megan as they went about getting ready to leave.