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Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 20:15:12 +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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