Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 3

... said, making my way over to the fire.

As I settled down on the rug in front of the fire, I couldn't help but notice how good Dad looked tonight. He was wearing a tight-fitting sweater that showed off his broad shoulders, and his hair was slightly tousled from the ski helmet he'd been wearing earlier. I felt a pang of attraction in my chest and was excited to see where the night would lead.

Dad and Sarah passed me a mug of hot cocoa each, and we clinked them together, enjoying the fire's warmth and the drink's sweetness. We chatted about our day on the slopes, reliving our best runs and laughing at our wipeouts.

As we finished our hot cocoa, Dad suggested we switch to something a little stronger. "I've got some whiskey I picked up on my last trip up here," he said, grinning mischievously.

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "You are such a bad influence, Gabe," she teased.

Dad shrugged, pouring each of us a glass of whiskey. "What can I say? I want to see my hot girls feel a little loose."

I laughed, taking a sip of the warm, smoky drink. "You're so bad," I said, winking at Daddy.

We settled back onto the couch, and I felt Dad's leg brush against mine. I turned to look at him and saw a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You know," he said, his voice low and playful. "I've always thought you were a little daredevil on the slopes. I bet you're a bit of a daredevil in other areas too."

I played along with Dad's game. I could tell he wanted to play this as if ...

... he and I weren't lovers, and I was all too happy to go along with his role-play.

I felt my cheeks flush as Sarah giggled beside us. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"Oh, you know," Dad said, his hand inching closer to mine on the couch. "Just a feeling I have."

I bit my lip, feeling a shiver run down my spine. Sarah's eyes flickered between us, but she didn't seem to mind the flirting. In fact, I could see a hint of excitement in her gaze.

As the night wore on and the whiskey flowed, our conversation became increasingly flirty. Dad's hand never left mine, and I found myself leaning in closer to him and Sarah, wanting to feel their warmth.

"Hey, I have an idea," he said, looking between Sarah and me. "Why don't we play a game of 'never have I ever'?"

Sarah and I both looked at him, intrigued.

"What's that?" Sarah asked naively.

Dad grinned. "It's a game where you say something you've never done, and if the other person has done it, they have to take a drink."

Sarah nodded, a smile on her face. "Okay, sounds fun."

"Sarah, I'm going to get comfy before we play. Mind joining me upstairs?" I asked, taking her hand without waiting for an answer.

Daddy looked at me with a devilish grin, uncertain of what my devious mind was planning.

Sarah sat at the edge of my bed, looking at me curiously, "What's up? You didn't just invite me up here for the company."

I couldn't help but laugh at how obvious it was to everyone that I was ...