"OK, one glass," Jack said, "but that's it."
Emily ran to the kitchen. Kim held out her hand and Carl placed his drink back in it. She took another swig, handed it back, then followed after Emily.
Jack could hear them mixing drinks and whispering and giggling. "I meant one glass. As in you two girls share one glass. Not you can each have a glass," Jack yelled into the kitchen.
Carl was smiling again and shaking his head. "Did you see that? That blonde one likes me," he said quietly to Jack. Then he hollered into the kitchen, "Why do you wear shorts that have the word spank on your ass?"
Both men smiled at each other and sipped at their drinks. Kim hollered back, "It's supposed to be flirty. Plus it gives stupid boys and excuse to stare at girl's asses."
"Guess I'm a stupid boy then," Carl joked back.
"Uh huh," was all Kim replied. Then there was more giggling and sounds of drinks being slurped.
Jack heard the girl's whispering and knew that they were most likely plotting something. More than halfway through his glassful of alcohol had him not caring though.
Jack and Carl went back to small talk as the girls hung out in the kitchen. Jack knew that this was bad parenting, but he had done worse at their age. He rationalized that as long as they didn't drive, it'd be OK.
After some time Jack hollered to Emily for a refill. She brought the bottle in and filled both Jack and Carl's glasses, not quite as full as last time. The bottle was more than half empty, and both girls seemed giggly.
"How much did we have, girls?" Jack asked in his best fatherly tone?
"Just one glass," Emily mocked.
"You should be the one that has 'spank' printed on her ass," Jack teased his daughter.
"Oh no, she's the good one," Kim said, standing behind Emily and sipping her own glass. She finished it and set it down on the coffee table.
Jack saw that Emily did not have a glass with her. Emily brought the open bottle to her mouth and took a long pull off of it. Jack forgot his fatherly duties as he watched his daughter's lips around the mouthpiece of the bottle.
Snapping himself from his lust for just a moment, he gently tugged on the bottle until his daughter gave it to him.
"Now it doesn't seem quite so bad without ginger ale," Emily said.
Jack noticed her words had a slight slur to them. He turned to Kim, "How much did you really have?"
"We may have drank the first glass really quickly and had a second one. She doesn't really ever drink either," Kim tried to smile, hoping she wasn't getting her friend ion trouble. Kim came farther into the living room and sat on the couch. Carl was still spread out, so Kim squished in beside him and draped one leg over his. Meanwhile Emily had plopped down on the floor in front of Jack.
Jack found his eyes taking on a mind of their own and going straight to Kim's parted legs. They followed her tan digits up to her crotch and lingered on the V shape of her pink cotton shorts. Jack felt his cock stirring. Kim seemed as relaxed drinking with two old guys as ever.
Emily sat up with a start, "I know!," she turned towards Carl and started crawling over to the couch. Jack's eyes were able to free themselves from Kim's cotton clad pussy just long enough to drink in his daughter's denim clad ass. Seeing Emily down on all fours slowly crawling towards Carl made Jack's cock leap. He felt it stiffen down his pant leg.
Emily stopped and plopped to her knees in between Carl and drunkenly reached for his glass. Carl glanced at Jack briefly as if asking permission, then handed his glass to Emily before he could see Jack's reply.
Emily took a big gulp then gave it back. From this viewpoint Jack could almost imagine Emily sucking on Carl's cock. That image pushed Jack to a full on erection. He felt his cock straining against his pants as he adjusted in his seat, hoping no one was paying close attention. They were all looking at Emily so he quickly made like he was repositioning the bottle and readjusted his cock. It now pointed up towards his waistband and wasn't noticeable.
Kim looked at Emily and said, "Should we show them what we bought at the mall?"
"Yes!" Emily cried out, "Let's. You guys wait right here. We bought swimsuits. Oh! We can model them if you want," she was looking at Kim.
Kim met Carl's eyes then Jack's. "If you guys want. They aren't anything fancy, but it'll be something to do while we drink."
"I'm game," Carl said as he let Kim have another sip from his glass.
Jack had noticed she said as "we drink". He guessed that meant she was planning of having more. By this point, Jack didn't see the harm.
"Sure," Jack said, trying not to sound too eager. The look that Kim gave him said that she knew all to well that both men were turned on and would let her continue to drink if they could see them in bikini's.
"I was just going to bring the stuff out and hold it up, but if you want to put on a little fashion show, then we can," Kim said to Emily.
Emily grabbed both of Carl's legs and propped herself up. She lost her balance once upright and had to bend over at the waist and put her hands back on Carl. Jack took in another eye of his daughter luscious backside and she jutted her ass out towards him. He noticed that Carl could see right down her shirt. He also noticed that Kim had caught him looking at Emily's ass. She gave him a smile and both girls went off to change.
Once they were gone Carl turned to Jack. "Oh my God. See, aren't you glad you had me over?"
Jack just shook his head. His cock was still rock hard. He had another sip of scotch and waited to see what the girls would come out wearing.
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