Watching my daughter grow a little older and a littler older, then finally hitting 18 caused some feelings I had tried to suppress for years become harder to ignore.
Not long ago, my wife was out of town for a couple of weeks, leaving Elle and me alone in the house.
Naturally, she came and went as she always did and I did the same. We usually only saw each other in passing.
One night she came in and almost caught me watching a little porn on the PC. My cock was hard but I hadn't started jerking off or anything yet.
"Hey Dad," she said.
"Hey," I replied.
Luckily for my boner and I, she went straight upstairs. I thought I heard an odd thump like something fell on the floor so I hollered up the stairs "Are you ok?"
"Fine," she said.
I hadn't noticed it when she came in, but just then I thought I detected a slight slur.
Immediately I thought to myself that she had been doing some drinking with her friends.
Curious, I went up the stairs.
I should note here that my wife and I are pretty liberal folks. As long as what a person is doing isn't hurting someone else, we don't give much of a shit. That's about the long and short of it, so if Elle had been drinking and they had a D.D. to take everyone home safely, then fuck it.
Anyway, I went up the stairs to maybe get a laugh out of her drunken behavior. I was a little disappointed when I entered her room and started talking to her, though, because she seemed barely tipsy, if anything.
"Hitting the bottle tonight?" I said.
"No I haven't," she said, of course.
Just to play around with her I kept it up.
"Hmmm, seems like I smell a little alcohol in here." (which I didn't).
"Well, you don't," she smiled and said.
Like I said, we are a pretty open and liberal family, generally speaking, so it wasn't unusual at all that Elle was taking off her t-shirt, jeans, socks and All-Stars with me standing there.
She's not slutty, she's just very confident about her body and never has been very shy.
The feelings I talked about earlier came on kind of strong just then. I guess a combination of Mom being gone, me getting interrupted watching porn, and Elle standing there wearing a black bra and pink G-string was what did it.
Her Mom had had words with her about that G-string fad already but that just made Elle push her jeans down further and the sides of the G-string up higher.
All this amused me because I knew that my wife should have used reverse psychology to tone down her flaunting of the G-string, but no, she asked her to be a little more discreet which in my experience makes just about any teenager all the worse.
I thought she was going to grab a night shirt or something but she continued to ramble around the room looking for this or that.
Still being in a playful mood with her I smiled and said, "Nice panties."
"They're not panties. Old women wear panties."
"No, I wouldn't say that you're an old woman. Those G-strings just don't leave a whole lot to the imagination, do they?" I said.
"I don't guess so," she said flippantly.
"I'm tired as shit," she said suddenly.
"From what?" I said
"Just running around all night," she replied.
"Well, there's the bed," I said as I motioned toward her bed.
"Did you want to talk about anything or did you just want to drive me crazy all night?" she said.
"No, I guess just driving you crazy is about all had in mind", I replied with a smile.
