Fucking my dad

making out with my stepdad on a rainy night

I (18F) have always had very bad anxiety during thunderstorms and my dad (39M) used to comfort me since I was little, laying in bed with me and telling me stories to calm me down.

One night, he was super drunk after coming back from the pub. Like, unusually drunk hahah his speech was all slurred, he was bumping around the entire house and I was laughing my ass off just talking to him, especially because my mom was very mad at him being so drunk and he kept provoking her.

So, fast forward to an hour something later, I'm in my room mindlessly scrolling myself to sleep when a huge thunderstorm begins. I was hugging my body pillow when he comes in to check on me. He asks me if I want some company and I nod. He just gets in bed and cuddles me, I can still feel how heavy his breathing was on my face. As the thunders became louder, I shifted to face him and hug him tightly. His grip around my waist was so firm and his warmth was so comfortable. He has this rock hard six pack and I could feel it flexing as he squeezes me. It made me instantly wet. He started whispering soothing words in my ear, which only made me hold onto him tighter. His hands were rubbing my back and it was making me crazy.

At one moment he opened his eyes to see me staring at him. I bit my lip and we held contact for a couple of seconds, until I couldn't take it anymore. It was like I did it out of pure instinct, but I pressed my lips agains his. I instantly regretted it and I felt his arms loosening around me. I thought I was in for a scold. But he pulled back, looked at me with this cute expression of surprise, like his gears were turning in his head and he leaned in and started making out to me in the most violent way. His big arm holding me tightly while his other hand rested on my hip, his tongue twirling around mine making me taste all the beer he had the night. The sound of our lips crashing and the way he bit my tongue and lip from time to time still fresh in my mind. His kisses were just the best. And when I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, I just kissed him with more enthusiasm.

We ended up sleeping together in my bed, but nothing more than kissing happened. When I woke up the next morning, he wasn't there. I don't know if he doesn't remember it but we never mentioned it and life just went on normally. My dad is a great kisser I'll update later with part two