The summer before my first year at college was exciting, to say the least. Living with dad to save on expenses turned out to be the best decision I ever made... or the worst, if are in league with my conscience. I spent many nights that summer sitting outside his bedroom window, spying on his sexual activities with his girlfriend, and wishing I was in there instead. I also spent most of the following mornings feeling really guilty about it and promising myself that I wouldn't do it again. A promise that would be promptly broken the next night that his girlfriend stayed over.
As summer dragged into fall though, I was really starting to feel a growing jealousy towards Tina, my dad's girlfriend at the time. I had built this huge fantasy relationship in my head with my dad, and I really started to get carried away by it. Even as I enjoyed watching them together, a part of me felt like he was cheating on me... which added to my guilt in the morning. Eventually, it all just became too much and so I decided it was time to get back at him.
The first part of my plan was simple. Since all I could do was watch and lust after something that I couldn't have, I would make him watch and lust after me too. I started wearing clothes around the house that really accentuated my assets, if you know what I mean. My favorite was tight shorts with a loose shirt... and I found any reason at all to bend over when dad was in the room. Either to let him have a nice look at my ass, or a chance to steal a peek down my shirt. While we still had sunny weekends, I would throw on a bikini and sunbathe where he could watch; sometimes even undoing the top when sunning my back and leaning up on my elbows to take a drink.
The problem, at the start of this plan, was that I was so nervous about it looking forced that I didn't execute it well. My timing would be off or I would be too quick and he would miss my little displays. Not only that, but I had no idea if was even paying attention. Or maybe he was even grossed out by it and ignored me on purpose. The point is, I had no idea if it was working. It was really very frustrating.
Finally, one Saturday afternoon in late September I caught him looking down my shirt. It also happened to be a day I was going sans bra. We had been watching college football on the TV in the living-room together. We had been making silly jokes about some of the common jargon the announcers used. I had suggested a little game that we would take a drink each time there was a sexual innuendo in what the announcers said. You know the kind... talking about the "tight end", "pushing into the slot", "getting penetration", and that sort of thing. Pay attention the next time you watch a game, they say that sort of thing more often than you might think!
Our little game-within-a-game was a lot of fun. It got us giggling certainly, made watching football more interesting to me, but it also had me making sexual jokes with my dad and that was turning me on. The rules were pretty simple; rather than both drinking, we started out with whoever noticed and cracked a joke about it first would cause the other person to take a drink. I had the advantage here too, because I was drinking soda while dad was drinking beer... and it isn't like the jokes were the only time a sip was being had.
After dad finished his third or fourth beer, I got up to refresh the drinks and snacks. I went into the kitchen, dumped the empties, grabbed dad a beer and myself another soda, snatched up the chip bag, and headed back into the kitchen. In all the fun, I hadn't even been thinking about trying to flash dad this time; which worked out because it was all the more natural that way. I walked in front of the coffee table with dad directly across from me. I bent down to put his beer in front of him and reached over to put the soda in front of where I had been sitting. Then I opened the bag of chips and started shaking them into the bowl. That's when I noticed three important details that would change the day for the better. First, the small opening in the bag of chips had me shaking enthusiastically enough that my breasts were jiggling nicely; second, I lifted my eyes up because I was going to say something and noticed that dad's eyes were firmly fixed with a gaze inside my shirt; and third, as my eyes drifted lower I could see a tell-tale tent in dad's shorts. It had finally paid off!
When the chip bowl was filled, I stood up to start closing the chip bag. I didn't want to over-play my hand too soon, but I couldn't help getting a silly grin and blurting out, "something on your mind, dad?"
He blinked a couple of times and responded, "yes, I was thinking that this really isn't fair. You're winning because you're only drinking soda and this beer is starting to catch up with me."
