He Answered Reluctantly

Slowly Dad took another sip, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I am not a young man, I don’t spring to full mast at the first sight of breasts.”

“Holy shit.” I exclaimed, “Your head was all that was visible, but I don’t think it would fit in the top of a whiskey snifter.”

Dad sprayed whiskey out as he coughed and laughed, “That’s your first comparison?” He laughed a little more, “Oh shit, now I have whiskey all over me.”

I raised an eyebrow, and took another sip of my whiskey. “Well your robe was open so you can’t have too much whiskey on that.”

He shook his head, “You really are crazy aren’t you?” He said.

I smiled, “I’m your daughter.” I retorted.

“You certainly are, which is why all of this is such a bad idea.” He returned, knocking off the last of the whiskey.

I followed suit, “One more?” I asked.

He grabbed the bottle and poured himself another, then got up and came over to me topping up my glass. I watched him fill my glass as I looked past it at his crotch, he still had a large shape running down his leg, his head was just visible out the bottom of the boxers.

“You’re peaking again.” I said casually. While quickly sizing up his length, he made my pussy wet and my mouth water with his impressive cock.

He looked down and swore, “I guess I can’t hide this thing.” He said simply as he went an sat back in the arm chair, pulling his robe around him a little more.

“I am kind of touched that my little tits could have that much of an effect on you though. I mean Mom’s are much bigger.” I said while continuing to sip my drink.

“Ha!” My father exclaimed, “Yours are no smaller than your mothers were when I first met her, it wasn’t until she fell pregnant that her tits really grew. So you wait, hers went up two cup sizes with your brother and another with you.”

Having my father, half naked, talking to me, half naked, about how my tits will grow when I get knocked up made me shiver, it wasn’t lost on dad. “You cold? I would have thought you would have a drunk jacket by now.” He said as he had a little more whiskey.

“Just lightly.” I said, “Nothing serious. So, umm, we kinda went through a bit of your whiskey tonight. I will buy a new bottle and bring I next week.” I said.

“You know what I like.” He said simply, I raised my eyebrow, “You know what I mean.” The conversation slowly filtered back to the more normal kind of topics, which was nice, even though dad kept looking at my tits.