Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 103

"Cheers." Tom said, clinking his glass to his daughter's. They both took a sip, then Tom grabbed the steaks and walked back outside, wineglass in hand.

Presley and her father talked and laughed around the dinner table. It was a nice meal, just the two of them, father and daughter time. They continued to catch up on everything that's been going on, eating the food hungrily and drinking the wine.

"Honey, everything was great." Tom sald happily after taking the final bite. He leaned back in his chair, glass of wine in hand, and watched Presley as she finished up.

"Thanks dad. The steak was really good too." Presley said with a smile and wiped her mouth with a napkin. She reached for her own glass and took a long sip. She took a deep breath, feeling full and content, and smiled at her father. "I'm guessing dessert would be too much to hope for?" Presley asked mocking.

"Um, actually, there is cherry pie in the fridge. Marge, Carl's wife, made it." Tom said.

"Thank god for Carl." Presley said giggling and raised her glass. "May he continue to bring us meat and desserts." She added and Tom started laughing.

"I'll go get it." Tom said smiling broadly and slowly rose to his feet. "Why don't we move to the living room, it's warmer." Tom sald, noticing Presley looked cold and she agreed happily. "Grab the bottle. He added as he moved to get the pie.

"Oh wow, it looks amazing." Presley sald as she stared at the ple her father brought over.

"Last time Carl was here your mother sent him away with peach cobbler she made. I guess his wife wanted to return the favor." Tom said as he cut each of them a slice of pie. He handed it to Presley, poured some more wine into both their glasses, and grabbed his own slice.

"Oh god, this is so good." Presley praised with a mouthful as she chewed on the first bite.

"Yeah, Marge's ples are excellent." Tom said, enjoying his first bite. He looked at Presley, each smiling back at the other guiltily as they ate

Presley finished her pie, the delicious tart sweetness of it lingering in her mouth as she picked up her glass and took a swig of the wine. It was her third or fourth glass, the bottle almost empty, and she was feeling it. She sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, wine in hand and watched her father eat. "So, dad, are you nervous about Lisa's upcoming birthday?" Presley asked with a grin.

"What?" Tom asked, choking on the pie. He coughed, washed it down with some wine, and looked up at his daughter. "What do you mean?" he asked her nervously.

"You know what I mean. It's Lisa's eighteenth birthday and I guess you'll be having the... traditional father daughter...um...sleepover". Presley said blushing.

"I don't know if that's what to call it, but yes, your mother and I decided I would do it with Lisa too." Tom mumbled, blushing.

"And are you nervous about it?" Presley asked.

"Um... Yes." Tom admitted.

"What are you nervous about?" Presley continued asking, curious, and her father looked at her, taking a deep breath.

"Well, you know, it's not the most...natural thing in the world, for a father and daughter to...to...have a sleepover, as you so delicately put it. Tom started saying, blushing. "Quite the opposite really. I don't know how she'll react. It's true you and Molly both took it well and ended up agreeing, but it could have taken a much different tum." Tom explained, staring into his daughter's big brown eyes.

"Does the thought of it...excite you?" Presley asked. She had quite a bit of wine, and along with making her slightly tipsy, it was also making her horny. Alcohol often had that effect on her.

"That's a bit inappropriate for you to be asking, don't you think?" Tom asked his daughter in a strict fatherly tone as he studied her. He wondered if his response was a giveaway.

"Right, sorry." Presley said genuinely and took another sip of her wine. "Were you also nervous before your night with me?" she asked.

"Yes, very much." Tom admitted, taking a large gulp of the wine. He

was getting warm from the wine, the fire, and the conversation,

and removed his jacket. He tossed it on the couch next to him, and

Presley took another sip as she looked at his broad chest and

muscular arms.

"Did you...um, like it?" Presley asked blushing as she kept staring at her father. She had almost forgotten how handsome he was, his body strong and manly.

"Did I like it?" Torn asked, repeating his daughter's words. He had no idea how to answer that. "You mean did like...um...sleeping with you?" he asked, his throat growing dry as his daughter nodded shyly. "I'm...um, not exactly sure how to answer that." Tom finally said after a pause, blushing.

"You didn't like it?" Presley asked, lips quivering, and stared at him, looking hurt.

"Well, no, I...I didn't say I didn't like... having...having...sex with you." Tom said flinching as he spoke nervously. "It's just that, it was something I did for you, to help, to prepare, to teach you, not to make myself feel good. Do you understand sweetie?" Tom asked and Presley nodded shyly, her face still looking uncertain. "But yes, If you really want to know, I...I did like it." Tom added, looking at his daughter as he spoke, his heart racing.

Tom and Presley looked at each other, blushing nervously, and both turned to their glasses and took another sip. 'Dad, can ask you one more thing?" Presley started after a long awkward pause, her voice hushed and careful.

"Alright I guess." Tom said, almost afraid of what his daughter would ask him.

"Did you ever...do it... with Molly again, after her birthday?" Presley asked anxiously. It was something that she had been wondering for a while and was reluctant to ask her sister about.

"Of course not." Tom said deliberately. Aghast by even a mention of such an idea.

"What about mom, did she ever...with Zach or Jack? Presley asked, turning a bright red.

"No, of course not." Tom said decisively as he looked at her sitting across from him, looking at him with her big beautiful eyes, her flannel shirt tightly hugging her curvy body, her large rack stretching it. "Why would you ask that?" He asked, almost sounding hurt.

"Just curious." Presley said casually, her voice low. Being alone

with him, remembering how handsome he was, talking about this

with him, was getting her intensely aroused. She felt the wetness growing between her legs and clamped then tightly together. "Dad, would you ever consider doing it again...having sex...with Molly or, with...with me?" Presley asked, her throat going dry.

Tom realized he was beginning to sweat. He felt something stir in his pants and took a deep breath. "I...I'm...um. Why are you asking?" He stuttered, shame and uncertainty on his face.