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VOYEUR DAD (m/f, incest, masturbation) 

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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 Steph 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 dick 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?

The next night, Friday night, Deirdre went out again with Stephanie's
brother, Patrick.  He was almost exactly one year older than Deirdre,
their birthdays only six days apart.  

Bryan was worried that his daughter would tell Stephanie about his
watching.  As the seconds ticked off to become minutes past midnight,
she was usually so punctual, he began to fear a call from her parents,
then the police, who would bring the newspapers, after which all his
coworkers would taunt him mercilessly.  His wife would probably fail
to see the humor.

Five minutes after midnight, Stephanie's bathroom lit up.  She let her
robe fall to the tile floor and, naked, bent to turn on the water for
her bath.  While she fiddled with the knobs, trying to get the
temperature right, Bryan studied her lovely bare bottom and rubbed his
cock.  Tonight, he wouldn't have to worry about Deirdre sneaking up on
him.

Stephanie was surpassingly beautiful, he thought, as she climbed into
the tub and began soaping her breasts. Seventeen had to be the near
perfect age.  From the shape of their near-womanly bodies to their
perfect skin that would never be so perfect again, to the bright,
clear eyes that hadn't seen much trouble, seventeen was just about
ideal.

Her fingers were out of sight, but he could tell from the angle of her
arms that they were wandering between her legs.  Sometimes he got
especially lucky and she masturbated with him, something he'd
neglected to mention to Deirdre.  She already knew too much as it was.

Bryan pushed a chair out of the way and lay his own robe on the floor.
Naked, he knelt on it, pulling at his swollen prick.  When Stephanie
tossed her head back, mouth open, obviously enjoying her own touch on
her pussy, he started to stroke faster.

I'll probably come first, he thought.  I usually do.

The lights in the room next door to Stephanie's bathroom suddenly went
on and the blinds slanted open.  This was Patrick's room, he know,
although Patrick had never opened the blinds before. Through the white
slats, looking into Patrick's room for the first time, Bryan saw his
daughter move back from the window, climbing on the blue blanket
covering the bed.

It must have been Deirdre who opened the blinds, he realized.  He
stopped rubbing his cock and stared at his daughter.  Then he looked
at  Stephanie, her breasts heaving between shoulders that twitched as
she masturbated.  He glanced back to Deirdre, who was unbuttoning her
blouse.

What's a father's duty?  Kill the bastard she's with?  Phone and tell
her to come home?  Ignore the whole thing and jerk off along with the
lovely Stephanie?

Perplexed and not a little curious about his daughter, he sat back on
his heels, his cock pointing straight up.  Patrick was kissing her
while reaching around to unhook her bra.  Like many boys his age, he
hadn't quite got the knack yet and Deirdre helped him out, sliding her
bra 180 degrees and unhooking it from the front.  Both Patrick and dad
smiled in appreciation of the breasts that had poured out of the white
cups.  Dad bit the corner of his mouth anxiously.

Peripherally, Bryan saw Stephanie sit up slightly in the tub then fall
back, obviously coming, her eyes closed and her mouth open.  He rubbed
his prick and touched a drop of pre-cum leaking from the end.  With a
final shudder, Stephanie's head slipped under the water and reemerged.
She shook her head like a wet dog.

Bryan saw that his daughter was now as naked as he was, the first time
he'd seen her like that in years.  Patrick was tossing off his clothes
as quickly as he could and, stripped, started to pull back the covers,
but Deirdre shook her head.  Pulling him down to her on the bed, she
reached between his legs, using his stiff cock to lever him on to his
back.  Kneeling so she was facing her own house, she dipped her head
over his lap and took his prick into her mouth.  Deirdre's eyes looked
up into her own darkened living room and she took a long lick of
Patrick's prick.

Unable to look her in the eye, even though he knew she couldn't see
into the room with the lights off, Bryan checked on Stephanie.  She
was standing in the tub with her back to him, slowly toweling herself
dry.  Her ass was exquisite, nothing like the soft dough of his
wife's, but dimpled, with skin so taut he knew the mounds of her butt
would be hard as cantaloupes.

He looked back to his daughter, who was pumping the base of Patrick's
cock with her hand, her lips wrapped firmly around the swollen head.

She's jerking him off into her mouth, Bryan thought.  Where do kids
learn this stuff?  How can I get her to teach her mother?

Completely traditional, not counting his voyeuristic streak, Bryan
could never bring himself to ask his wife directly to do such a thing.
Their sex was quite ordinary, no ropes or chains, nothing kinky  --
nothing, if he hadn't had a vasectomy, that couldn't lead to
pregnancy.  Well, maybe the occasional blow job, but even then she
wouldn't swallow his cum but finished him with her hand.  The dad with
the straightest sex life on the block, or so he assumed, watched his
daughter stop sucking on Patrick and climb on top of him.

Deirdre paused, her pussy brushing the end of Patrick's cock.  Holding
the shaft with her right hand, she swept it back and forth, rubbing it
against the opening to her pussy.  Then, tilting her head toward her
dad, the tip of her tongue showing from between her lips, her breasts
rose with a deep breath and she squatted smoothly onto his cock until
her ass bounced off his stomach.

Bryan noticed he was masturbating again.  He had completely stopped
paying attention to Stephanie and stared fixedly at Patrick's cock
pumping in and out of his daughter.  Suddenly, Patrick's hips lifted
off the bed and the muscles of his ass bunched tightly.

He's coming inside my Deirdre, Bryan thought, squeezing his own prick.
The sensation built behind his balls, roiling inside him, and Bryan
spurted a long pearl stream of cum onto his robe.  The cum continued
to flow over Bryan's hand while Patrick spasmed inside his daughter.
Despite his head start, Patrick's hips gave one final jerk against
Deirdre's thighs several seconds after Bryan had finished.  White foam
collected between Patrick's balls and Deirdre's opening.

My god, Bryan thought, snickering to himself at the cliche, the kid
came like a horse.

The kid, Patrick, slid his hard cock out of Deirdre and shifted down
the bed so her pussy was over his face.  His tongue snaked up into
her.  She threw her head back, obviously reveling in the sensation.

Bryan rolled up his robe and left to toss it in the clothes hamper.
He didn't wait to watch Patrick make his daughter come.

An hour later, his daughter knocked on his bedroom door.

"What is it, Deirdre?" he called.  "It's the middle of the night."

She opened the door and stepped into his room, clicking on the light
switch.  Untied, his robe from the hamper hung open on her, exposing
her recently fucked pussy.

"Did you watch us?" she asked.  "I wanted you to.  You came on your
robe.  It feels nice."

She grasped the lapels of the robe and pulled them apart, displaying
her body fully, pulling the robe from side to side so Bryan's cum
rubbed against her back.  He started to lie, then changed his mind.

"Yes.  I watched you fuck him, and it was you fucking him not the
other way 'round, and I masturbated, and I came.  OK?  Happy?  Now,
you must stop doing this to me.  Next time, tell him to wear a condom.
Goodnight!"

He said the last word emphatically and buried his head under his
pillow, away from the light, away from his daughter.  She didn't close
the door, and he didn't hear her leave, but five minutes later he
looked to see that she was gone.

Bryan didn't get back to sleep that night, his mind filled with images
of his naked daughter and Patrick's prick.

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The following evening, Bryan picked up an old book, a mystery he'd
enjoyed years ago.  He planned to read it until he was tired, then go
to bed.  His wife would be back tomorrow, and he could ignore whatever
was going on next door for one night.  The first chapter went quickly.

Bryan had no idea what to do about his daughter.  He put the book
aside and walked over to the window.  There were no lights on.
Standing quietly, he looked into the darkened bathroom where Stephanie
would probably bathe later tonight.

I wonder if she knows Deirdre is fucking her brother? he wondered.  Of
course she does.  They're best friends.

Patrick's room brightened with sudden light.  Through the open blinds,
Bryan looked down on pillows at the wrong end of the bed, white sheets
twisted in disarray.  Deirdre appeared at the window and pursed her
lips in his direction, blowing him a kiss.  She started to unbutton
her blouse and turned back to the room where Patrick was lying on the
bed, pulling off his jeans, his cock and balls bulging against white
jockey underwear.

Someone knocked on Bryan's door.  With something like relief, he went
to see who it was.  He decided that if it were a Jehovah's Witness,
he'd bring him to the window to show him what he was up against.

"Stephanie!" Bryan exclaimed.

"Hi, Mr. Stone," she said with a brilliant smile.  "Dre said it was OK
to come over.  Thanks."

She pronounced his daughter's name, "Dray."

"I don't know . . ." he began.

Stephanie ducked around him and walked quickly into the living room,
going directly to the window.

"I guess I owe her ten bucks," Stephanie said out loud to herself.  "I
didn't think Dre'd really do it.  You were watching, huh, Mr. Stone?"

Bryan stood behind her.  Her perfume swept into his brain and  he
rolled his eyes.

"I don't think you should watch this.  Neither of us should.  Are both
you girls crazy?"

Stephanie swiveled to face him, brushing her breasts against his
chest.  He already knew she  wasn't wearing a bra from the way she'd
bounced to the window.  Bryan hadn't been teased like this in a long
time and it amused him.  He doubted she would go very far.

"I know you watch me from here," Stephanie said.  "You think I can't
see you, and I can't see much, but I can tell there's someone moving
around.  Do you ever jerk off, watching me?"

She looked honestly curious, her eyebrows raised, her head canted.
Her hand found the zipper to his jeans and she stroked a finger along
the metal teeth.

Bryan didn't say anything.  He looked down on Deirdre, where Patrick
lay between her legs, sucking on a nipple while his finger moved in
and out of her pussy.

Without releasing her hand from his zipper, Stephanie circled behind
Bryan and pressed her breasts into his back. Reaching around with the
other hand, she undid his belt.

Bryan tried to think, but the reasoning part of his brain had slowed
at the earth-and-jasmine smell of her, then stopped altogether when
her breasts touched him.  

"Patrick has a really nice ass, doesn't he, Mr. Stone," Stephanie
commented, pulling down Bryan's zipper and putting her hand on his
prick.  "And you have a very nice, very hard cock."

 He stood silently, enjoying the feel of her hand.  Below, still
finger-fucking Deirdre, Patrick had moved lower to lick her pussy.
Stephanie's fingers encircled Bryan's stiff prick and squeezed.  She
looked around his shoulder, sliding a nipple back and forth against
him.

"I've never watched other people fuck before," she said.  "Have you,
Mr. Stone?  It's weird in a way, especially my best friend and my
brother.  Look at how big his cock is!  I think yours is bigger, huh,
Mr. Stone."

Wincing, Bryan looked at her brother.  Patrick's ass was raised into
the air, and each time he swung forward to lap Deirdre's cunt his cock
dipped low and grazed the mattress.  During one of these swooping
attacks, his prick didn't bounce back up, but continued to press
against the sheet.  His hips started to pump back and forth.  While
Patrick ate her pussy, his dick sought the pseudo-fucking friction of
the bed.

Stephanie pumped Bryan's cock, consciously or not, to the same rhythm
of her brother's mattress humping.

"Men are so peculiar," she said, stroking Bryan a little faster.  "You
guys will put it anywhere, won't you?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions," Bryan answered, his voice rasping,
unhappy that he'd lost the initiative to this child, unsure why it
mattered.

Stephanie gasped, and squeezed his cock tightly, no longer pumping.
Her brother had suddenly arched back, his face staring at the ceiling,
his prick sliding through the hole his fist made.  With a few very
short strokes, he spurted cum over Deirdre's naked body, a long stream
that reached her chin and pooled just above her breasts.  She spread
her legs further and rubbed her pussy, perhaps trying to come, perhaps
trying to encourage him.  A second shot of cream splashed on Deirdre's
breast and had just begun to trickle down her side when more cum
flowed over her belly and between her fingers busily scratching at her
cunt.

"He didn't really fuck her," Stephanie said, resuming her stroking of
Bryan's hard cock.  "I don't think I should have to pay.  What do you
think, Mr. Stone?  Dre said she'd fuck him, but he only jerked off on
her."

He turned to face her.

"I think that the show's over.  Much as I hate to ask, shouldn't you
be going?  That feels incredibly good, young lady.  Much too good."

Stephanie fell to her knees and took him into her mouth.  While she
sucked his prick, her fingers bounced his balls lightly.

"OK," Bryan relented.  "You can stay a little longer.  Let's use my
bed, though.  Away from the window."

Naked together on the bed, Bryan held her tightly, massaging her ass
with both hands.  The mounds were hard as cantaloupes, just as he'd
thought.  He wanted to show her more than a quick orgasm.
Twenty-whatever years of experience, no matter how straight, had to be
worth something.  And, although he didn't acknowledge it consciously,
he wanted Stephanie's eventual report to Deirdre to be sensationally
positive.

He slid his hands along her back and kissed her forehead.  She fondled
his cock.

"So you knew I was watching you in the tub?" he asked.

"It had to be you.  Well, I guess it could have been Mrs. Stone, but
she doesn't seem the type.  I'd look for movement or a gleam from
reflected light and imagine you masturbating.  It's incredibly cool.
In fact, even if I couldn't tell you were there, I'd imagine it so
hard that I could conjure you up.  Rubbing my pussy, you were always
there to keep me company."

Bryan kissed her on the lips, touching her tongue with his.

"The next time," she continued, "will be sensational.  I'll know
you're watching.  I'll know what your hard cock looks like.  I can't
wait!"

He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Will you eat me, Mr. Stone?" she asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she straddled his face and lowered her
pussy to his mouth.

It's so sweet, he thought.  I'd forgotten.  Her pussy is as juicy as a
peach, her clit's like a ripe raspberry. 

"That's very nice," Stephanie breathed as his tongue reached deep into
her.

Bryan licked the insides of her thighs, sucked the lips of her cunt,
nibbled at her crotch.  His hands couldn't get enough of her muscled
thighs or her tight stomach pulsing with contractions whenever his
tongue touched her clit.

"Can we try something, Mr. Stone?"

He paused, uncertain.

"What?"

"I want to watch you masturbate and you can watch me.  Then, the next
time I'm in the bathtub, we'll know exactly what each other looks like
doing it."

Looking up past her pussy, between her breasts, he saw a bright smile
light her face.

"I, um, was hoping to fuck you, honey."

Stephanie climbed off his face and knelt between his legs, her back
straight.

"Don't worry, Mr. Stone," she said coyly.  "I know your cock needs a
nice, wet pussy.  Let's just try this first."

Shaking her shoulders like an athlete loosening up, she spread her
legs further, her knees touching the insides of his, and she touched
his balls once, as though for luck.  Stephanie towered over him and he
admired her form, her scent, her youth.  Bryan's rigid prick ticked
like a second hand on a watch, making tiny jerking movements in time
to each heartbeat.

Stephanie took her generous breasts in her hands and sighed loudly.

"How did you like watching Dre and Patrick, Mr. Stone?  Isn't she
great?  Patrick sure is weird, though, coming all over her like that.
Why aren't you masturbating yet?"

Pushing a breast up as far as she could, Stephanie bent her head and
licked the hard nipple.  Her other hand crept down her abdomen and
began stroking the lips of her pussy.

Bryan clenched handfuls of the sheet, his knuckles white.

"I'm afraid to start," he said.  "Embarrassed, too, but the main thing
is I want to come inside you, not all over myself."

Movement outside the doorway caught Stephanie's eye and she glanced
quickly.  In the hallway, back from the door frame so her father
couldn't see her, Deirdre held her hand flat against her face to hide
her astonishment - or was it amusement? -- at her father's
declaration.  She wore a red negligee like a sheer layer of cherry
frosting accentuating the dessert beneath. 

"OK," Stephanie said, "here's what we'll do.  I'll just cover your
eyes like this with the pillow so you won't be so embarrassed."

Her pussy brushed against his cock when she moved the pillow, and her
breasts swung along his chest.  Bryan purred with pleasure.  After
she'd hidden the top half of his face, Stephanie picked up his right
hand and wrapped it around his prick.  As though she were trying to
start a wind-up toy, she pumped his hand a few times then let go
quickly, sitting back on her heels.  Her toy cooperated only briefly,
pumping another several strokes before stopping.

"Have to change hands," Bryan apologized, his voice muffled by the
pillow.  "I'm right-handed." 

His right hand raised his cock to vertical and he began to masturbate.
Stephanie motioned Deirdre into the room.

"You didn't tell me how you liked peeping on Dre, Mr. Stone.  I'll
bet, though, if she were here she'd love watching you jerking off as
much as I do."

Deirdre smacked her lightly on the back of the head, her open palm
proceeding to squeeze Stephanie's neck fondly before continuing lower
to caress her back.

"I hope you can't see how much I'm blushing," Bryan said.  "Well, I'll
just assume that since I can't see you, you can't see me.  You should
know that I really do love my little girl."

Saying this, Bryan's other hand reached between his legs to massage
his balls and his  right fist pumped fractionally faster.  Deirdre
bent over Stephanie and kissed her on the back of the neck, bringing
her other hand around to tease one of Stephanie's nipples.  For her
part, Stephanie used both index fingers to stroke either side of the
opening to her pussy.  Six very busy hands.

"I guess," Bryan continued, "well, I know, it  aroused me.  Hell, I
was already hard and jerking off watching you masturbate in the tub,
young lady.  And when Patrick started to fuck her, I was incredibly
jealous and, actually, I started fantasizing I was in his place,
between Deirdre's legs."

Stephanie slid two fingers into her wet pussy.  She pulled them out to
rub her clit.  Without looking away from Bryan's cock, she reached
back and put her other hand on Deirdre's pussy, feeling her way, until
her index finger inched into Deirdre's slick opening.

"We both came at the same time, you know, your brother and me," he
said.  "I felt like I was coming inside her.  I really want to fuck
you, honey, the way he fucked her."

"It's so cool how you masturbate," Stephanie said, "first fast, then
slow, then playing with your balls.  I've really enjoyed watching.
But I think you're right."

She held the pillow firmly over his eyes, careful to make sure he
could still breath.
"Just hold your horses while I get over you, your massive prick, you
look so good and big Mr. Stone."

Stephanie swung off the bed like a gymnast, her hands firm on the
pillow, and Deirdre knelt beside her father, closed her eyes, and took
his prick into her mouth.

"Oh, Stephanie," he said, "that's so good.  I'm going to come much too
soon.  Fuck me, please.  Fuck me."

Deirdre looked at her friend, who was grinning broadly, winked, and
covered her father's body with her own.  Her nipples pressed into his
chest through the negligee, her head just touching the pillow, and,
bit by bit, her pussy swallowed Bryan's cock until it was completely
buried in her.

"Are you wearing something?" Bryan asked.  "How did you do that?"

Grinding her ass into his hips, Deirdre sought to take his prick even
deeper.  She squeezed his cock with her young cunt muscles, and he
responded by fucking her back, establishing a rhythm, his balls
slapping back and forth between them.

"Just fuck me," Stephanie said soothingly, "I love how you feel inside
me."

"Your voice," he said.  "It's as though . . ."

He let go of Deirdre's hips and pulled Stephanie's hands roughly from
the pillow.  An inch away, looking into her father's eyes, Deirdre
kissed him on the lips.  She fucked him faster.

"Oh, honey," he said, turning his head and stopping his thrusting.  "I
never . . . you shouldn't . . .we can't . . ."

Stephanie stroked his face with her fingers.  Deirdre squeezed with
her cunt.

"You feel so good, honey," Bryan allowed.  "Such a tight pussy, I'd
forgotten how good it is."

Grasping his daughter's thighs, he sat up suddenly.  As she fell on to
her back on the bed, Bryan pulled her tightly against him so his cock
wouldn't leave her warm, wet hole.  A second later he was fucking her
in the missionary position, his ass pumping hard, his dick drilling
deep.  From behind, Stephanie alternately rubbed his butt and held his
balls, her knuckles getting wet with the juice from Deirdre's pussy.

"Fuck me, daddy," Deirdre whispered loudly.  "You're going to make me
come!  Fuck me!  Harder!  Now!"

Bryan used his knees to spread Deirdre's legs farther apart and raised
his ass higher, increasing the angle of his cock into her and the
friction on her clit.  He fucked her faster.  He knew he was getting
close to coming.

Deirdre wrapped her legs around her father's and her thighs tightened,
rigid.  Stephanie inserted a finger into Bryan's asshole and wiggled
it, with the result that his ass muscles bunched and he groaned
loudly.

"That's it, Daddy, come inside me.  Come with me!  Oh!"

From the hallway, a door slammed.

"Honey, I'm home," called a feminine voice.

A pause.

"What's all the commotion in there?"

Deirdre's legs pulled him harder against her as his spasms subsided.
Stephanie wrapped an arm around him, pushing her breasts into his
back, her finger half-buried in his asshole.

Sandwiched between the two girls, unwilling to move even if he could,
Bryan heard Stephanie say, "Hi, Mrs. Stone.  How was  your trip?"

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