Chapter 5
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Not unless you are looking for a show,” came Daddy’s
response.
“Well, we are married now, right?” I joked.
There was no response back. After a minute he called back at me again.
“Alright, the coast is clear.”
I opened the door and made a beeline for the hot tub. I climbed over the edge and sunk my body up to the waist before Daddy could say a word. It was only after that when I turned to look at him that I noticed the surprised look on his face.
“That swimsuit is…” he trailed off for a minute. “There’s not
much of it, is there?”
“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked, completely ignoring his comment about my lack of coverage.
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“Yeah,” he said, shaking some thought out of his head. “I guess I’m just never going to get over you being all grown up.”
That last bit caused a bit of curiosity in me, and I found my eyes.
wandering downwards to Daddy’s swim trunks where I could see a notable outline of his manhood. For a moment I considered that seeing so much of me might have been getting Daddy turned on before I pushed that thought to the back of my head. I wasn’t going to let my imagination and long dormant crush run away with my thoughts.
Crossing the room, he joined me in the hot tub. As he sunk his body in, he let out a groan of pleasure, and a shiver went down. my spine. I knew that, regardless of if I wanted it to, my mind was cataloging that away to fuel my desires at a later time. I grabbed the bottle and handed it to Daddy along with the two champagne flutes.
“Pour us some?” I asked.
“Us?” he asked. “You can’t drink!”
“Actually,” I started with a mischievous drink on my face.
“Pamphlet on the way in said that drinking age here is eighteen.
So I think I can.”
“I think you can’t” he shot back as he poured a single glass for
himself.
“Daddy,” I begged. “Please?”
It was done in a tone I had used time and time to great effect. It wasn’t often that my step–father had the strength to deny me
something that I wanted from him if I was actually willing to
pursue it. I leaned my head on his shoulder for dramatic effect
“It was a long flight,” I said, giving him my best puppy dog eye. Our eyes stayed locked for some time before he finally caved.
“One glass,” he declared as he began to pour. “No more!”
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight as I
squealed in pleasure. Not just delight at his permission to have
some champagne but also the comfort of his body pressed.
against mine. I couldn’t believe that I was so horny that feeling the pressure of Daddy’s body against my breasts was turning
me on.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, trying my best to disguise the desire
for him from coming through in my voice.
He handed me my champagne, and I took a sip. I had, of course, drank before; Plenty of times. When I finished my first glass, I convinced him to let me have a little more. That happened three times, each time he declared I would get no more. Each time I asked for more he caved. Soon I found myself feeling the champagne going to my head and right afterward we found the bottom of the bottle. The entire time, as we drank, I leaned against Daddy’s shoulder. As the champagne had more and more of an effect on me, I found myself less able to push down the intrusive thoughts I had with regards to how I, deep down inside, wanted to spend my weekend vacation with Daddy. One of my hands, having found its way beneath the churning
bubbles of the hot tub, had even begun gently caressing my
mound through my bikini bottom.
“Daddy,” I asked. “Are you happy with Mom?”
“That,” he answered. “Is a very complicated question.”
“I wish she would pay more attention to you Daddy,” I said. “I know if you were mine, I would.”
I sealed my lips shut. I hadn’t intended the words to come out that way. Still, he seemed to either not notice it or not give it any
attention.
“You are mine for the weekend, remember?” He asked as he
leaned in closer to me. “We’re husband and wife.
Apparently, the drink was having an effect on him as well.
“Well, in that case,” I said.
I remember thinking ‘fuck it‘ to myself. I remember, at that
moment, that everything and everybody could be damned. I
wanted Daddy all to myself for this weekend in whatever way I
saw fit, and I didn’t care what anybody thought about it.
“In that case, I guess I can do this,” I said.
As I spoke, I pulled my hand away from my needy mound. My
hand darted through the water and quickly found its way to his
