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Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 12:15:47 +0000
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Voyeur Dad
The light snapped on. Bryan jumped back from the window, startled,
his striped bathrobe flying open as he spun around.
"I thought you were asleep," he challenged.
His daughter stood framed in the doorway. She stared at his hard cock
poking out between the striped edges of his robe like an elephant
reaching out with its trunk. Bryan pulled the robe around himself
quickly, trying to ignore how it tented out from his lap. Closing her
mouth, which had dropped open at the sight of her dad's aroused prick,
Deirdre smiled
"I was," she replied. "Then I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
Neither could you, I guess."
"Just restless" he said.
"Uh huh. What were you looking at?" she asked, moving toward the
window. "You can't see anything from there."
"Don't!" he yelped, warning her away, but she was already standing
beside him, looking down at the neighbor's house.
"Stephanie, you show off," she laughed, almost to herself.
When they'd moved next door five years ago, Deirdre had been skeptical
of her new neighbor, a girl her own age who seemed much less mature.
Only weeks later they were the best of friends. They were still
close, although sometimes Deirdre's dating Stephanie's brother created
awkward moments in the relationship. Deirdre was aware of her
friend's fondness for baths, scented with rose petals, but hadn't
known she took them at midnight - or that she left the blinds open.
"She's very pretty, isn't she?" Deirdre asked her father.
"I guess so, honey. You should get back to bed. It's late, and you
have school tomorrow."
"What about you, dad? You have to go to work. You're usually asleep
before I am, at least when mom's here."
Bryan flinched at the mention of his wife, but recovered.
"It's not as easy sleeping when she's gone, even after a week.
Especially after a week."
"So you stay up and watch Stephy and masturbate, is that it? Does she
do this every night? Do you?"
"Deirdre!" he exclaimed, unable to think of anything useful to say.
"It's no big deal, daddy. Everybody does it, although I never really
thought about you doing it, you know?"
"You go to bed right now."
"I know all the boys in school do it," she went on, as though he
weren't turning red. "We went on a field trip last fall to a horse
ranch, a place where they keep racehorses, and one of the horses was
rubbing himself against a bale of hay. It was the funniest thing.
His penis was so big, huge, and all the boys were so embarrassed.
I'll bet every one of them blushed, thinking their own secret was
exposed or something. And then when the horse finally came . . ."
"Enough, Deirdre. We'll both go get some rest now, OK, honey?"
She craned her neck around her father and saw that Stephanie had
finished. The bathroom was dark. Deirdre shrugged.
"Goodnight, dad," she said, kissing him on the cheek and touching his
hip with her fingers. "Pleasant dreams."
Bryan watched her walk back to her room. Her hips swung rhythmically
and he admired her figure, only partially disguised by shapeless
pajamas.
It's only four or five years since she started developing breasts, he
thought. And look at her now, walking like that, shaped like that,
talking about masturbating horses. Where does the time go?
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