[Disclaimer: All persons depicted in this story are eighteen (18) years of age or older.]
The phone rang at 8:50pm. It was the principal of my daughters' school. Apparently my oldest had been caught drinking beer at her spring dance. I was surprised since that was very uncharacteristic of Kathryn. She was a senior in highschool and a shortstop on the varsity softball team. She had always gotten decent grades and had never gotten into any trouble.
Upon arrival at the principal's office I saw two of Kathryn's good friends sitting next to her. The principal informed me that her drinking on school grounds was a serious infraction. It was punishable by a trip to the police station, a one week suspension, and no more after school sports or activities. However since it was her first infraction during her entire four years at highschool, she would only receive a one week suspension from school and sports.
I had been secretly fantasizing about my daughter's, Kathryn and Denise, since they first started puberty. I never told anyone or acted upon my unfatherly feelings for them before.
I noticed a wobble in Kathryn's walk as we left the school. While she was in a drunken state, I took the opportunity to get a really good look at her. Kathryn was eighteen and the older of my two daughters. She had the long beautiful blond hair and blue eyes of her mother. Her 5-foot 4-inch 135-pound perfectly proportioned body came from my side of the family, along with her 36C/D breasts. She was wearing a pair of tight dark blue low rise jeans, a short tight white T-shirt with a noticeable black lace bra underneath, and she had it all capped off with a pair of sexy black leather high-heeled boots. The outfit showed off her big tits and round meaty ass, while exposing her soft yet flat tummy and the small of her back. She looked sexy and maybe a little slutty, but it was a sharp contrast to the tiny skirts and butt cheek shorts her little sister liked to wear. Besides, it turned me on to see other men staring at my daughters.
When we walked through the parking lot, Kathryn began her plea with a slight slur in her voice.
"Daddy it was my first time ever drinking. Are you mad at me?"
"No honey, not at all."
"Where's mom?"
"At aunt Helen's house."
"Are you gunna tell her?"
"Yes."
"Please don't! Daddy she's gunna kill me!"
"How do you know?"
"Because I know her and so do you, she's not cool about this kinda stuff like you are."
"Kathryn, she's my wife. I can't hide it from her."
"C'mon pleeeeease!"
Kathryn continued to beg and pout after we got into my old jaguar. She knew I would give in eventually.
"Alright, I wont say anything about it to mom. But you better not let your sister find out, because you know she'll snitch on you, and then we will both be in trouble."
She reached over and hugged me. I savored the feeling of her tits pressed tightly against my chest.
"Thank you daddy! Denise was drinking too, but she just didn't get caught, so she won't say anything."
I started the ten minute drive home and Kathryn excitedly told me about the events of her night thus far. Halfway home she had to pee 'really bad', and she begged me to stop the car. I pulled into the dark empty parking lot of a local park. I realized that she was more drunk than I had originally thought, since she didn't bother to close the door or step away from my view. When she undid her jeans I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. As much as I didn't want to, I turned my view away from her. I could hear her struggling to pull down her tight jeans, nearly falling over in the process. I asked her if she needed help, but either she ignored me or she didn't fully hear me, because I didn't get an answer. Finally I heard the stream of urine splashing against the pavement and a soft groan of relief. Curiosity got the best of me at that moment. I looked over at her and noticed she was looking down at the ground. She was in a half squat right next to the car. Her right hand holding onto the door and her left on the side of the car. It was the first time I had seen her pussy since she was a toddler. It was shaven clean with the exception of a small trapezoidal patch above her slit. My voyeurism made my heart race and my cock chubby. The stream between her smooth shapely thighs was clear thick and powerful. Typical of drinking a lot of beer. I glanced back up to see that she was looking right at my face.
"Shit! Sorry", I muttered as I turned away from her in embarrassment.
"What? I don't care."
I became fidgety and when I glanced back at her. She was still looking at me and I quickly turned away. I felt my face go flush. I was confused and unsure of what to do. I had always dreamed of a moment like this and when it finally happened I almost ruined it.
My mind was racing with questions. Did she realize why I had looked at her? Why didn't she care? Does she want me to look at her? Why didn't she step out of my view? Is she too drunk to realize what she's doing? If so, should I take advantage? I gained some composure and held my view away from her direction.
She commented as she turned to get her jeans off the ground, "What a relief!"
I looked back at her when she had turned around. She bent down to pick up her jeans and I received a gorgeous view of her ass and pussy. The manner in which she bent over (keeping her knees and back straight) was distinctly flirtatious. Again I was confused and questions flooded my brain. Is she doing it on purpose? Is she trying to seduce me? Should I try to make a move on her? I rationalized, thinking that she was just drunk for the first time and didn't have a care in the world.
Kathryn stood up with her back still facing me and said, "Aw Fuck!"
"What's wrong?"
"My pee got all over my pants."
She dropped her pants back on the pavement and turned around. She caught me staring at her again, except this time I didn't act so guilty and I didn't turn away. Using the seat of the car she zipped her sexy boots back on. Every couple of seconds she would look up at me, but I just kept on staring at her. When I made the decision to stare at her, regardless of her seeing me, my nervousness had changed to an adrenaline rush. I got a funny feeling that she was enjoying the attention and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Then she bent over to get her jeans in the same manner as before, except this time she glanced back to see if I was looking. When we made eye contact, she quickly turned her attention back to her soiled pants. Finally she did her best to run in the high heels, making her way to a garbage can which was brightly lit by the headlights of my car. Her ass jiggled the whole way, and after she deposited the pants, her tits bounced on the way back. She hopped in the car and pulled the door closed, simultaneously switching off the interior light. Despite my lustful stares, I tried to do the most fatherly thing I could think of.