"Lord, Megan – you're beautiful!" Daddy murmured. "But, we shouldn't be – we, um you shouldn't be going around dressed like that. This isn't right. It's not decent!" He took a long sip of his scotch and continued to stare at me.

"Now Daddy, we're both grownups here. And besides, I'm going to help you with your – ah, problem, remember?" I sauntered towards my father, studying him like a cat studies its prey. My hands toyed with the hem of my negligee and I watched Daddy's eyes widen as I teased the hem up and down, offering him glimpses of my pussy. Before Mom left the house this morning,...