"Finishing" the wine.

As Mom left I thought about what I should, or could do. I ran several options through my head but decided upon the first thing which I had thought of.

I went to the bathroom door and knocked calling out to my father, “Dad, there is a little wine left, knock that off or move straight to scotch?”

The water stopped and a few moments later I heard, “First one then the other.” I smiled and went back to the kitchen, cracking open the third bottle of wine and pouring two large glasses.

When Dad got out of the shower he found in the lounge, the dishwasher was already on and there were a couple of glasses of wine and the last of the bottle. “Jesus Kimberly.” Dad exclaimed, “When you said there was a little wine left I was thinking half a glass each. Not a whole bottle.”

I smiled and apologised, “Sorry Dad, I only topped up the last of a glass from this bottle so it was almost full. Hope you don’t mind?”

I looked him over, he had just gotten out of the shower and had wet hair, he was wearing his red satin robe and boxers, which were black. “Well,” he said, “waste not want not.” Which was his way of saying he would gladly drink the wine.

We sat in opposite armchairs again and chatted about all sorts of things, the conversation was safe and normal, and made me forget that I was planning on getting him to fuck me.

Then my father asked me about my hair and I could see an opening, “You had bright hair not long ago, but you’ve gone back to your natural red. Any reason?”

I smiled, “I like decorating myself, you know, tats, piercings, makeup, hair dye.” I took a sip of wine, “But Mark really loves my natural red so I thought I would grow it out a little while.”

He nodded, “It suits you and I have to agree, it is very sexy.” He said before taking another sip of wine.

I blushed and felt a tingle of excitement, “Thank you Daddy. Refill?” I added.

He looked at his glass, “I guess it depends on how late you want to stay up, I can stay up all night long.” I raised an eyebrow at his innuendo but I don’t think he noticed.

“I’ve got no plans tomorrow.” I said. He nodded and I got up to pour the last of the wine.

As I went to pour his wine I leant over more then I needed, letting him peer down my top, “Say when.” I said as I slowly topped his glass up. When he said stop I turned around and bent over to pour my own glass, I knew that my arse was on display in my jeans but loved every minute of it.