Cheers!

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18.

“Bye!” my wife said through the window of the bus which was gonna take her to Thrissur.

“Bye… have fun at the wedding!” I replied looking up at her from the sidewalk.

My wife was going to her native town for a week to attend a distant relative’s wedding. After much begging, I had been excused. So, for the next week I had the house to myself. I was already salivating thinking of the bottle of Jack Daniels I had hidden in my wardrobe for tonight.

“Are you gonna be okay without me?” she asked.

“I’m not a baby… I can keep myself alive for a week!” I joked. That brought a small smile to her face.

I waved at her as the bus left. As it took a right turn and disappeared out of sight I took a deep breath.

‘One week of bachelorhood!’ I thought and felt my body relax.

I drove back home and brought out the bottle to the living room. Just as I went to the kitchen to bring ice, water and some food the calling bell rang.

‘Come on man!’ I thought in exasperation. This was supposed to be my alone time… to drink as I please, watch some porn, fall asleep and sleep till noon.

I dragged my feet to the door to see who it was.

“Hey dad!” my daughter’s cheerful voice greeted me at the door.

“You?” I spoke as she walked inside past me, “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think? Mom forced me to leave hostel and come home… to keep an eye on you.” She said and plopped down on the sofa. Her eyes fell on the bottle of liquor.

“Oh… What do we have here? Just as Mom suspected… you were going to get drunk weren’t you?”

“Mmm…” I grinned, “But please don’t snitch on me.”

Aishu laughed out loud. I couldn’t help it either. Ever since she was a kid, her laughter always cracked me up.

“Okay… but what do I get in return for keeping your secret?” she asked.

“Oh… Quid Pro Quo huh? You evil little daughter of mine!” I sat down beside her on the sofa. She was all smiles.

“Okay… what do you want? You better not say iPhone or something costly like that.”

“Hey… I’m offended that you think I’m capable of such extortion.” She retorted.

She then took on the cute little girl voice she usually takes with me when she wants something and said, “You could let me have my first drink with you.”

“What? Really?” I was taken by surprise.

“Well… yes, and don’t be so surprised. I’m 19 now!” she said.

I felt queasy about the idea and it showed on my face I guess.

“If I was a boy you wouldn’t be so hesitant” she said.

“No No… it’s not that…” I tried to defend, “uh… I don’t have any wine… all I have is this”

I pointed at the Jack Daniels.

“You may not be able to handle it” I warned her.

“Oh… I’ll go slow then… small sips… and I’ll stop if I feel weird” she assured me.

“But… are you really sure?” I persisted.

“Oh… come on Dad.”

“Okay Okay” I had to relent.

I made two drinks for us and gave the smaller one to her. We raised our glasses and said cheers.

“To Fathers and daughters!” Our glasses clinked.

I took a sip and waited for Aishu. She brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. I expected her to feel gross about the taste. I saw her eyes squint as the taste hit her. But she shook it off soon and took another sip.

“Easy there Tiger… eat something as well. Never drink on an empty stomach.” I pushed a plate of food towards her.

I munched some snacks and took another sip.

“Pace yourself… we have all the time in the world” I reminded her.

“Okay… when is it supposed to kick in?”

“Not long I think… since it’s your first time.” I said, “But don’t fixate on that. You’ll know when it hits.”

So we continue taking sips and munching on snacks. We talked a little bit about Aishu’s college and studies. Aishu has always been the perfect daughter. Always bringing good grades and praises from her teachers. She has never given us any reason to be concerned. So we were quite free with her.

“You’re cool Dad!” she spoke after a while.

“Oh really! Why is that?” I could sense that the alcohol was starting to have its effect on her.

“Well… I don’t think my friends’ Dads would’ve agreed to let their 19 year old daughter have a drink. So you’re cool. You’re a chill guy!”

“That’s coz you played the victim card… when you said that I wouldn’t say no if you were a boy. You know I’ve never treated you any differently than if you were a boy.”

“Yeah… I know Dad. And I love you for that.”

“Are you drunk already? You haven’t said I love you to me since like when you were 13!” I exclaimed.

We laughed at that.

“I think I am Dad… things have started to slow down… I am getting drunk.”

I raised my glass again.

She clinked it and said, “To Father Daughter Love… Cheers Dad”

I poured us another drink.

“So… any boyfriends I should know about?” I asked.

“No Dad! College boys are really immature. All they care about are going to the Gym and hooking up with chicks. I am not interested in them. I haven’t met a single boy in my college who likes reading… or has any depth of character at all.”

She had become serious as she said it. I felt like I needed to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to be stuck with a drunk 19-year-old girl venting about boys.

“Okay… that’s a relief I suppose. At least I don’t have to worry about you coming home one day saying some boy got you pregnant.” I joked.

“Eww Dad… No boy is getting in my pants.” She retorted.

The conversation was getting awkward and interesting at the same time. We had finished yet another glass.

“Are you up for another?” I asked her.

“Sure… I’m enjoying this.”

So I poured us another glass. Aishu was handling the alcohol well. So this time I made it a little strong.

“So… if there is no boyfriend, what else in college life is fun? Tell me.” I resumed the conversation.

“Oh… the girls in my hostel are fun.”

“What kind of fun?” I pressed.

“For one… we are all foodies. So we search for new restaurants to check out. I’ve tried a lot of cuisines these past few months. God know it shows too. I’ve put on a lot of weight.”

“Nah… you still look the same.” I said.

“You haven’t seen my belly Dad” she said, “wait… here!”

She raised the hem of her white T shirt showing me her abdomen.

“See all this fat Dad!” she squeezed the fleshy part of her lower abdomen, just below her navel.

I felt a weird sensation in my groin… like a tiny spark.

“I’ve become so fat!” she exclaimed.

My eyes were riveted to her navel as I spoke, “You’re not fat Aishu… you’re healthy now. You were a little too thin before… you’ve filled out now. Be happy.”

“You think so Dad? Well… I guess I’m not ugly yet.” She laughed.

“Lucky for you… you have a pretty hot Mom. Rest assured, you’re never going to be ugly.” I said.

“Yeah Dad… Mom is so beautiful.”

“You are too sweetheart… both my women are beautiful.”

I was getting drunk too and feeling less inhibitions.

I poured another round. This time I didn’t ask her if she wanted one. It seemed like she did.

“To my two beautiful women!” I raised my glass and we clinked.

We were feeling so relaxed and comfortable.

“But she didn’t give me all her good features.” She spoke.

I raised my eyebrows at her inquisitively. She kept her glass on the coffee table and brought it to the front of her T shirt.

“I mean these,” she spoke, “Mine are not as impressive as Mom’s”

She grabbed her breasts over her T shirt as she said this.

Again, that spark in my crotch. I was acutely aware of something happening to my penis. Something which felt wrong… something which also felt exciting.

“Oh… your Mom wasn’t as busty when we got married. In time they’ll grow you know.” I said, and added, “But Mom did give you your other curve!”

She laughed at that. She picked up her glass and leaned back on the sofa. Her free hand traced the outline of her hips over her black jeans.

“Oh… Yes, I’m glad for the hips.” She said.

“I meant your smile Aishu.” I teased. She made a face at me before taking a big swig.

“Okay okay… hips too.” I said and took a big gulp of my own.

“I’ll make the next peg” she offered.

She took the bottle of Jack Daniels and made two pegs.

Handing one to me she asked, “What shall we cheers to this time Dad?”

“To your Mom’s curves!” I said and raised my glass.

“And mine too Dad!” she said running her left hand smoothly over her breast and hip.

“Yeah” I said as our glasses clinked.

“This is nice… don’t you think?” I asked, “Quality Father daughter time. We should do this more… when your mom is not here.”

“I like that idea Dad… let’s do it. Our little secret.” There was a glint in her eyes when she said this.

We drank some more. Our speech was getting a little slurred.

“Dad, what do you think of me getting a tattoo?” she asked, out of the blue.

“Why? Why do you wanna do that?”

“It’s cool no? having a tattoo… some of my friends have one.”

“I don’t believe you… you’re lying to make me say yes.” I said.

“No Dad… Sakshi, my roommate has one on her wrists. Navya has one on the back of her neck.”

“But won’t it hurt?”

“A little… but it would be so cool getting one.” she insisted.

“Let me think about it… But what kind of tattoo do you want?” I asked.

“I was thinking… maybe a small one here.” She touched her T Shirt at the part above her breast and below her clavicle.

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“I’m serious dad… I want one here. Just a small one.” She said as she pulled the T shirt down a little showing me the exact spot. The top of her breasts and her cleavage came into view.

The spark in my crotch started becoming an erection.

“No… no way Aishu! Your Mom will never agree to that. I mean what in the world kind of tattoo is it that you want there… right above your… you know.”

“My breast Dad… I want a small tattoo that says Daddy’s Little Girl… like Priyanka Chopra.”

“Why there though? And why that?”

“Coz I love you Dad… and I want you close to my heart.”

My heart felt warm with love as Aishu said that… and so did my penis. The way she has pulled her T shirt down, I could now see the top of her dark blue bra as well. Though she wasn’t as busty as her mother, she was by no means flat-chested. My penis was getting harder as I looked at my daughter’s cleavage.