Because we'd had quite a bit to drink, we both just sort of passed out there on top of our bed. The alcohol was also responsible for us forgetting to lock the door. The sound of the toilet flushing in the hallway bathroom disturbed my drunken dream, and I woke up completely when I heard the sound of someone creeping into our bedroom.

The light was off but the door was open. A large square of light from the hallway was illuminating the lower half of my body and most of my wife's torso, but our heads were still in darkness. I recognized the short silhouette in the doorway as that of my daughter's friend Stacy, a cute raven-haired girl with budding breasts who had known Lucy since first grade. Stacy was wearing a nightshirt which was transparent when lit from behind, so I got an eyeful of the new, youthful curves defining her ten-year-old body.

I closed my eyelids to peeping position so that I would appear to be asleep. My wife was snoring lightly. Believing us to be asleep, Stacy came up right by the side of the bed, but she wasn't looking at our faces to make sure we were sleeping. She was staring at our bodies. This attention from the young girl caused the obvious reaction in me: my penis quickly became erect. It's about six and a half inches long when fully erect, about an inch and three-quarters wide, and slightly curved. When I'm laying on my back and I get hard, my cock stands up about two inches away from my belly and just sort of bobs there in the air. This was what Stacy saw as she stood silently in our bedroom.

When she slowly extended a hand to touch my hardness, I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. Three of her fingertips made contact with my shaft for a brief second, long enough for me to feel that her fingers were soft and cool, and then she withdrew them. She quietly crept back out of the bedroom and went back down the hall.

I reached up and stroked myself while obsessing about what had just happened. Why did Stacy do that? Did she like it? Had she touched or seen a cock before? Was it a boy's or a man's? Was she going downstairs to tell the other girls what she had seen? Maybe she would come back up and touch me some more. God, I hoped so.

I didn't have to wait long. I heard all three girls come upstairs from the den and stand out in the hallway whispering. I let go of my cock and opened my legs a bit, then started up a nice fake snoring sound. I couldn't make out what the girls were saying, but there were a lot of pauses in their conversation. Finally, all three tiptoed into the room.

My daughter Lucy led the way. She was a beautiful girl with long, slightly curly brown hair, nicely developed breasts (my wife said Lucy wore a B cup already), big brown eyes, and a tiny, round mouth that was just precious. She was wearing her usual nightclothes: a long, thick cotton T-shirt and (presumably) panties underneath.

Behind her was Stacy, and bringing up the rear was Adele, known as Dell to her friends. Dell was a short redhead with quite a bit of her baby fat still clinging to her preteen frame. She was wearing a short babydoll-style T-shirt which clung to her pudgy body, showing off her surprisingly large breasts, and little white panties which rode up into her crack, displaying her rounded ass cheeks. And my wife and I were still wearing nothing at all, and I still had a rock-hard erection.

"It's your turn, Dell," Lucy whispered, looking at her friend.

Dell looked back at Lucy. "Truth or dare?"

My daughter paused. "Truth."

"Have you ever touched it before?"

"No!" Lucy hissed in a loud whisper, then covered her mouth. All three girls were struck by a silent fit of giggles. I kept up my pseudo-snoring with difficulty. So that was what they were doing. It was the time-honored tradition of sleepovers everywhere: Truth or Dare.

"OK, Dell, truth or dare?" my daughter finally whispered.

"Dare."

"Touch it!"

Dell boldly reached over and laid a single finger on my penis, then yanked her hand away. "OK, Lucy, truth or dare?"

"Truth.".........(cont)