I’ve always loved giving gifts. Picking out the perfect present for someone and watching them open it has always given me so much joy. However, this...year was different. Even seeing the happiness on Eric’s parents faces when they unwrapped the gifts I had so carefully picked out, didn’t ease my guilt. After the presents we all milled about, killing time until Christmas dinner which would be served at 2:00pm. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to Josh. I found him in his room and decided to. Were headed in that direction for real.Each morning got hotter. When I didn’t think it could get any better.I waited for mom to come to my room. She would spot my boner and smile. “Already turning you on, am I?” she would say. She would do her sexy tease dance, and watch my eyes get excited. This morning she told me she wanted to turn me on a new way. She took off my pajama bottoms and started feeling my hard dick. She slowly jacked me and then leaned over and started sucking on my boner.I went. And, I saw he wanted me. And I wanted him. It's as simple as that. I didn't want to cause drama. I didn't want to make any trouble. I just wanted my daddy's hard dick - because it was right there! What's wrong with that? Call me wicked, but I never thought anything was wrong with wanting to fuck my father, once the thought occurred to me (and to him, believe me!). I knew what I wanted and I set about getting it. But, my father was proving a hard nut to crack (pun intended). He never touched me. Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to the building with our luggageThe dorm buildings were co-ed, but genders were separated by floors. Stacy and I choose the same building, and I was assigned.