One of the intriguing, but also something that made us not want to buy the home initially, was the fact that one of the bedrooms, Karla’s room, looked almost directly into a room in the house directly beside… yours. But at the time we looked into buying the home, how were we to know that you and Karla would come to be bestie’s? The proximity was a huge deterrent, no doubt… but years later we looked back and realized it was the best decision we’d ever made seeing how your friendship had blossomed over the years.
I hated the way I’d seen you raised. Your Dad wasn’t really around all that much. I tried not to judge. I tried not to make assumptions, but it was different as I watched you tag along on our family outings. We loved having you, loved it! We wouldn’t trade it for the world, but that didn’t mean, as I watched you licking your ice cream while being out with us, it didn’t make me wonder what you were missing at home.
As time passed, you’d all but become part of the family and I was pretty sure, if it were back in the day, you and Karla would have had a string telephone system back and forth from your rooms across the night sky… but technology had changed and you two exchanged texts or socials or whatever teens who still lived at home with their parents were doing these days.
It wasn’t that my relationship with Carol was strained. It truly wasn’t. She was a beautiful woman. She always had been… but watching as my daughter grew into a young teenager, on her way to becoming a woman, it was difficult to ignore the changes in her demeanor. The changes in her posture. The changes in her eyes. I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, of course… she couldn’t be, could she? But the clothing she wore around left little to the imagination. Sometimes she’d be dressed like those goth girls… wearing neck to toe coverings, but other times… a loose t-shirt… short shorts… PJs that hid nothing… and I was sure she didn’t even know what a damn bra was… her breasts never grew to be big but that didn’t stop her nipples from becoming enormous puffy rounds. They were more than I could handle, poking through her clothes ALL THE TIME!
The number of times I sat in the bathroom or in my bedroom stroking my member to the thought of my daughter… well… really not just her, if I admitted it… you were in my mind’s eye too. Your body was tight, perky, just like hers but your breasts were much bigger. You were both the same age, both done growing as far as I knew, but vastly different shapes.
I hated that I sat there as her father stroking. Stroking and stroking until I came a huge, big load to the thought of you two teen girls… but something wasn’t right about it. A Father wasn’t meant to have to deal with such things… the emotions and feelings of being attracted to his daughter and her friend, was he?
I knew if I allowed myself to continue too deep, I’d be tempted in other ways… but there I sat in my room considering if I should remove my bottoms knowing that Carol was out for an overnight and Karla were in her room all alone doing who knew what, wearing who knew what?
Thoughts often flowed through my mind as I sat there with my member in my hand of what you two girls would do. I knew that neither of you had blinds on your windows, what was the point after all? You were best friends and opened the damned windows half the time to call across. Why bother putting a barrier between you when it was like you were roommates already anyway? But those weren’t the thoughts.
The thoughts were if you two had discovered masturbation. Did you do it together? Did you watch each other? Would you reveal your bodies to each other from across the windows? Did you like it? Were you bi? Had either of you had sex? Would you want to?
That night the thoughts I was having were not to be shaken. Too many thoughts… Oh so many thoughts.
Without my own knowledge, without my own cognoscente thought, I found myself moving from my room to Karla’s. I was only in boxers and a t-shirt. My boxer briefs hid nothing. As I stood at the door, after opening it quietly I could see your best friend sitting near the window. Were you two talking? Did it matter?
“Karla” a small whisper left my lips as I moved to stand only a foot or two away from her. She jumped and said something like “Oh Daddy! You scared me” but her eyes moved to my swollen member immediately. It wasn’t that she’d never seen me in boxers before, I walked around in them all the time… but they were tent poled.
Fuck… A damned tank top and jean shorts that were so short I couldn’t even consider them shorts. “What are you doing?” I questioned, but it was clear she was texting you or fiddling around on her phone as teenagers did. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered as she sat there staring at my member. She didn’t even realize I was speaking let alone asked a question, so taken aback by what was being swung in front of her.
If it weren’t for her distraction, if it weren’t for her visual stimulation and complete and utter disregard for what I was saying and what I was asking her I think the next move may have been different… but it was all I could do to stop myself from doing more… So I reached out… Reached out and pulled her head directly into my bulge through my boxers.
The visual through the window, from your perspective, I’m sure wasn’t much more than just your friends face adjusting away from the darkness of the outside night sky… but inside it was clear that it was deliberate. It was clear that I wanted to have her pressed into me.
She gasped loudly and said “Daddy what are you doing?” but she knew what I was doing… Did she want it? Did she actually not want it? I couldn’t tell from the shock on her face… Nor did it really matter.
My fingers moved away from her head telling her to take off her tank top and help me out of my boxers.
Her defiant eyes turned on. I knew them well, after all she was my own daughter… She had no intention of removing her top nor my boxers and looked at me with the “Why in the hell would I do that” look.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” she repeated, but with an annoyed voice now turning to look away from me but realizing as soon as she did that my cock was staring back at her.
I raised my hand to her head again and pulled it back into me, pressing firmer and longer this time so she could hardly breathe.
Gasping for air after a moment her eyes watered from taking in full lung fills of air. “Daddy… What are you doing?” she asked again, not sure what else to ask.
My response a simple one “Take off your shirt.” Completely stern, completely serious. I stood between her and the door. The only thing behind her the window that was definitely a viewing port to anyone that was so perversely looking on!
“But I can’t Daddy… You’ll see my breasts. I don’t have a bra on” she explained. It wasn’t that she didn’t necessarily want to be seen… but it was wrong, wasn’t it?
“Take it off!!!” I raised my voice as I looked down at her waiting. “NOW!”
She listened… her shirt finally, reluctantly came up and over her head. Her puffy breasts and perky nipples were on display, and I could hardly believe my thoughts were finally coming to fruition. She was sitting in front of me topless!
“Daddy I feel ridiculous, why is my shirt off?” she said in a sassy tone, but I didn’t let it continue. I cut her off and said “Well… get them off” I was referring to my boxers… she knew it. I knew it… And I waited as she looked at my thick hard shaft through the tight fabric.
The reluctance was deep seeded. There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted to see it now, the way she was looking at it, licking her lips… But it was wrong. She’d been told it was wrong since she was a child and she couldn’t even comprehend the desires she was having inside. The want to remove my boxers.
Her small fingers moved to the waistband of my boxers and slowly adjusted them.
She was shocked as the rod seemed to get caught in the waistband of the boxers but finally when they let go my cock sprung forth and nearly smacked her in the face.
My boxers fell to the floor. My cock was exposed. There was something about the fresh air getting to it that turned me on even more than I already was. If I weren’t erect I surely would have been from that moment.
“Stroke it” I demanded.
My daughter’s eyes looked up into mine. She still couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t understand why I wanted this… but she did what she was asked.
Her hand slowly met my thigh… She leaned against me. Her eyes looked directly at the monster staring back at her… She slowly let her small fingers touch my throbbing hard shaft, wrapping her fingers gingerly around it.
The feeling of her touch was gentle. So gentle. Perhaps too gentle. I could hardly even comprehend it. I knew it was always exciting and always good to be touched by someone new, but this was something else… she was something else!
“Karla… fuck” I groaned as her hand started to slowly stroke up and down. She wasn’t great at it. She clearly hadn’t done it before, or at least hadn’t done it a lot. That gave me, the father inside of me, a bit of relief. But it also made me know I needed to take more… To have more.
My eyes looked down into hers. She was shifting from looking at my cock to my eyes having a hard time knowing if she should be enjoying it… She was shifting around like she was enjoying it. Her nipples had hardened. Was she wet, I wondered?
“Kiss it” were the next two words that came out of my mouth. What would that mean to her when she heard it? Would she literally kiss it, or would she suck it?
My eyes watched as she had the internal struggle of what to do. She wanted to but shouldn’t. Tears came to her eyes as she moved forward to let her lips meet the end of my cock for the first time.
Karla’s movement was slow. Methodical. She hated that I asked what I did, but also felt very special at the same time, at least that’s what I felt inside. As I watched her lips press into the tip of me for the first time, I let out a groan that shocked her. Her eyes looked into mine and a smile formed on her face for the first time. She felt closer to me, perhaps closer than she ever had before in her life.
Her mouth opened… Her eyes didn’t leave mine but blinked away tears as she took my cock into her warm small mouth.
The feeling was divine. So divine. The look in her face… the shock. The experience of feeling a large fleshy member inside her mouth for the first time was amazing.
Oh, how I loved to look down into her eyes… her beautiful face. Her young face. My daughter’s face.
She again, didn’t know what she was doing… but she tried. She moved up and down off my cock a few times before I let my hand take a fistful of her hair and push her mouth down a little more.
She choked… she gagged hard… I let her up as she gasped for air and her eyes watered more. She spat a lot, strands of saliva connecting me to her lips.
She tucked her hair back behind her ear as she looked back up at me… but she didn’t protest. Did that mean she liked it? Was that the answer?
She pushed her head back toward my cock and opened her mouth again, willingly…
Her hands met the front of my thighs as my hand took a firm grip of her hair again… She helped guide and stop me from gagging her… but there was no doubt… I was fucking her face.
The feeling of her mouth. So warm, so tight, so perfect was almost more than I could handle. I could hardly believe that things had evolved from stroking to the thought of her to my cock in her mouth… But I couldn’t hold back, and it wouldn’t just be the once… no way… no how.
She pressed firmly into my legs and backed off… large strands of saliva between us. She gasped for air but looked like she loved it. Her hand reached for me, and she kept stroking. Faster, better than before!
She was ready again and moved toward me. Moved so her mouth surrounded me. My hands both on her head as I fucked her face fast and hard.
I knew I was close, and I wasn’t going to hold back when I got there. I wasn’t even sure if she knew what cum was… but a moment later I found myself pulling her hair away from me so I could stroke my cock hard and fast.
It was soaked with her spit… saliva everywhere…
I stroked hard… fast… up and down until my balls tightened.
So tight… and there it was!
A thick warm spurt of white frosting shot out to cover her face.
It splattered across her forehead and went into her hair… Along her nose… her lips.
A second thick warm firing caught her by surprise. It splattered onto her eye, which she quickly closed blinking a lot in the process, but the second wasn’t the end.
A third thick splatter… Covering her eyelids as they remained closed and her cheek.
A fourth dribbled down onto her lips.
She finally managed to get her eyes opened, cum crusted, as she looked up her me, her father.
That was that…
I was done.
Spent.
I reviewed my handiwork from different angles, looking at her cum covered face, but pulled back up my boxers made my way to my room and grabbed a shower before her Mom returned home, ensuring she was none the wiser.
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