Tumblr Daughter
by Lubrican
Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Chapter Two
After Sybil flashed me - and I was sure she had intentionally flashed
me - things got even more ... comfortable ... when the girls were
around. As they got older, their pajamas got thinner and more
like lingerie instead of pajamas. Some outfits consisted of tops
and panties ... panties that fit very snugly between the legs ...
panties that almost displayed, rather than hid the treasures within
them.
It was delightful, except for the fact that Amber joined right in and
scampered around in next-to-nothing outfits just like the rest of the
girls.
It was at this point that I finally noticed that Alex was still
welcome in the gabfests that went on during sleepovers. Of course
his attire was a lot more conservative, consisting usually of a pair of
running shorts or his swim trunks and a tank top. I reflected on
that one night when the whole group - six girls and Alex - crammed
themselves into the hot tub, with the radio playing next to them, loud
enough that I went out and turned it down.
"Party pooper!" called out one of the girls. Another one shushed
her in that special way that makes an adult's radar flare. I
looked to see one of the girls was topless.
"Oops!" she said, as soon as she realized I was looking at her.
She lifted her bikini top up and covered her breasts with it, as if it
had somehow just come loose and fallen ... accidentally. But my
man radar told me it hadn't been accidental, and I perked up
instantly. I looked at Alex, who was on the opposite side of the
tub from this girl, whose name was Janice. And he was talking to
the girl next to him, who happened to be Sybil. His arm was
around her. Well, I should say his left arm was around her.
His right arm was around a girl named Amanda. But both hands were
lying limply on the edge of the tub, as opposed to actually gripping a
girl ... you know what I mean? It looked very innocent and
harmless.
So I ignored my man radar while Janice put her top back on and tied it up. I stood there for a few seconds and they went on talking, ignoring me.
That same night, when they all came inside, Sybil came up to me, her
suit wet and clinging, and obviously not designed for swimming, because
her nipples poked right through it.
"Can I use your shower again tonight?" she asked.
Sounds innocuous ... right? Except for the fact that none of the girls had ever asked me if they could use my shower. They just did it.
And my man radar flared again, and I said "Sure." And then, for
some reason I still don't understand, I said "I'll be reading again, so
pay special attention to your towel."
I was reading, in fact, when she came out of my bathroom. And she had paid special attention to the towel.
It was wrapped firmly in a turban around her hair. Other than
that, she was gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully, stark naked. She stopped, facing me, one leg off to
one side with the toe pointing out, and her hand on her hip.
"I was afraid it would just fall off again," she said calmly.
"I see," I managed to choke out.
She stayed there. "And, after all, you've seen me before."
"I have," I agreed.
I completely forgot I was wearing a pair of running shorts
myself. My book prevented me from seeing what I should have felt
happening. Then I did
feel it happening. About that time I saw her eyes dip to my
groin. I laid the book down and there it was, a six inch tent in
my shorts.
"You're a dirty old man, Mr. Cee," said Sybil, calmly.
It was the fact that she was that calm that calmed me
down. I mean it was obvious she was doing this on purpose.
And I had no idea what she actually had in mind, but I was in no hurry
to get her to leave this time.
"Thanks to you," I said.
She smiled. "I like the way you look at me."
"You're insane," I said. "I sure hope you don't do this to the boys."
"Of course not," she said, carelessly. "Not all of them, anyway. But you're different. You're special."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because you're Amber's daddy," she said, simply.
"Oh," I said.
"You don't understand now," she said. "But someday you will. I have to go now. You got me all excited."
And with that she turned and sauntered out the door.
I got up and followed, sticking my head out the doorway and watching
those ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away. She turned a
corner and I heard Alex's bass voice say "Damn, Sybil!" It was
like his tone of voice was surprised, but not because she was
naked. It was more like he was surprised she was so casual about
being naked. She said something, but it was too low to understand
and then I didn't hear anything else. I should have followed
them, as I found out later. It would have been very
entertaining. But I didn't.
Instead I closed the door and stood there, already masturbating.
It took less than a minute before I spurted.
I don't want to make it sound like there were naked teenaged girls
running around my bedroom on a regular basis. It wasn't like that
at all. Nor were there girls having "accidents" in the hot tub
all the time. Over the months and years however, our house became
more and more a place where Amber's considerable group of friends spent
a lot of time hanging
out. What that means is that it wasn't at all odd for a girl to
sleep over. I'm not talking about a group of them, staying up
late and tearing up the kitchen and taking showers in my
bathroom. That still happened, but no more frequently than before.
Rather, it became common for there to be an extra person at the table
in the evening, and Amber would casually say "Linda's sleeping over
tonight, Daddy." Or Sharon, or Beth, or Brandi, or
whoever. Most of those nights I couldn't even tell
the difference. Amber had a TV in her room, and she and her
friend would disappear in there not to be seen until morning.
But that wasn't always the case. It was always hardest on me - in
more than one way - when the girl who stayed over was Brandi or
Sybil. That's because both of them progressed to hugging me
whenever they came over. And those were difficult hugs, because
whoever was responsible for supplying them with good hugs was falling
down on the job. I knew that because when they hugged me, it was
always an intense, very personal hug, with a lot of feeling in it.
I'm not talking about a general clench, with some patting on the back
here. They gripped me, pressing their tender, young bodies hard
to mine, and their hands moved over my back, roaming around like they
were searching to see if I was wearing an FBI wire or something.
And their faces would tuck into my neck, and breathe hot breath on me
while whatever body wash they used wafted into my nose. Those
scents were almost magical, because they entered my nose and went
straight to my prick, filling it up to bursting. They knew it too.
I knew this because they always pressed their hot, teen loins hard against mine ... with a little grind thrown in for good measure.
Of course I knew they were flirting with me. And the pervert in
me loved it. But I also knew better than to pursue anything with
either of them. I was pretty sure they'd let me get away with
copping a feel, but all that would do was get me frustrated, and if
that wasn't okay with them, then it could cause real problems.
So, when Brandi or Sybil came over, I spent a lot of time in my
room. I always had a good book lying around, and those two girls
were responsible for me reading dozens of them.
It's important that you know, though, that I also had my own computer
in my room, safely passworded so my kids couldn't see what I had on
it. That was critical, because what I had on it were hundreds of
pictures of girls and women, culled from various tumblr sites. I
used them as masturbation aids.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that with all those
luscious young girls running around my house, sometimes in next to
nothing, that I had plenty of mental images to call on to beat off
to. And you're right. I did have images of girls running
through my brain when they were around.
The problem was that one of those images was that of my own daughter, who was just as hot as all the rest of them.
So I used my library of tumblr girls to take my perverted mind off my
daughter. I didn't mind imagining fucking Brandi or Sybil.
That was no problem, especially since they ground their young pussies
against me every time they came over. But I couldn't think of
them without thinking of Amber, lying right beside them.
So I spent a lot of time trolling tumblr sites, looking for new additions to add to my sordid collection.
It was, in fact, while I was doing just that, that I came upon a
picture of Sybil, naked as a jaybird, right there on a tumblr site
called g3O66pussy.tmblr.com.
I stared at Sybil. It was obviously her. She had the fabric
of a bikini hanging from her hand, and I recognized that bikini
fabric. I'd seen her in
that bikini countless times. She was standing full on to the
camera, with her feet shoulder's width apart. That delicious
eleven-year-old looking bare pussy was fully on display, and her
nipples were hard and thrusting. The look on her face was like
she was saying "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go out on
the street and fuck the first man I see."
Then I recognized the hot tub she was standing in front of.
It was mine.
That picture had been taken at my house.
I found three more pictures of Sybil on that site. There were two
more of her by the hot tub. In one she was wearing the whole
bikini, and in the other only the bottoms. If you put all
three of the "bikini pictures" together, they made a short
series. The other one was of her lying on my daughter's bed,
naked, her knees drawn up and wide apart in welcome. Her pussy
lips, which were pale white in all the other pictures, were red and
inflamed in this one. Instinct told me she had just been fucked,
and that's why those pussy lips were so red and swollen. But that
was impossible! Nobody got fucked on my daughter's bed!
I sat there, thinking, looking at the girl in the picture. My
hands went through the automatic motions of saving the pictures to my
special fantasy directory.
I thought about the boys who came to our house. There was really
only one, Alex's best friend, a kid named Danny Fitzimmons, who I had
known for at least five years. He stayed over some nights, but
not when any of Amber's friends were there. And in any case, he
only stayed over every other month or so. Somehow that just
didn't jive with being the guy who had fucked Sybil's tender pussy lips
all red like that.
I chided myself for having a wild imagination. Then I looked at
the picture again. I pulled the other picture of her with a bare
pussy up and put them side by side. I wasn't imagining
things. Those lips had been mauled and abused, making them red
instead of white.
I looked at the rest of her. Her left hand was draped carelessly
across her flat belly. I peered at the fingers, and realized they
looked shiny ... like they were wet. With an incredible sigh of
relief, I realized she had masturbated. That's what had made
those pussy lips all red. Yes! It was just that she had
masturbated!
I realized I was shaking, and that this shaking was a result of the
relief I felt that Sybil hadn't been fucked after all. If anybody
was going to fuck that girl, it should be me! I stared at those red pussy lips ... which should be red because I had fucked her good and proper.
I reached for my cock, and started stroking.
I realized, in the aftermath of an intense orgasm, that I needed to get
a grip. I had just been through a major psychological ordeal, all
because my perverted nature was taking all this much too
seriously. Girls Sybil's age got fucked all the time. Most
girls her age got fucked, in fact. It was normal in this day and
age for girls her age to be sexually active, and it shouldn't have come
as a shock to me that she might pose for nudie shots. After all,
she was very comfortable at my house. Of course she was stupid in
the extreme for putting these pictures on line. That was
something that couldn't be undone. I'd bet her pictures had
already been reblogged on hundreds of sites.
I went back to g3O66pussy.tmblr.com
again and opened each of her pictures in a new tab. I had already
saved all of them, but now I wanted to see who else in the pervert
community had "liked" her picture. I knew that meant they had
saved it and put it on their own site too. I also looked to see
where the pictures had originated when whoever ran g3O66pussy.tmblr.com copied them and put them in his or her blog.
All of them were dated just fifteen days ago, and all of them came from a blog called nastyhotbitch.tumblr.com.
I went there.
And within ten minutes, my world had fallen apart.
They were all there. Brandi ... Sybil ... Janice ... Leslie
... Amanda ... Brittney ... even mousy, shy little Linda, who was only
fourteen! All of them were in various stages of
undress. All of them were there nude. All of them were
there in sexually explicit poses. And some of them were being
fucked.
Amanda's was the first one I saw like that. She was facing the
camera, lying on her right side, with her left leg raised high.
There was a guy behind her, with his left hand cupping her left breast,
his fingers pinching her nipple, and his penis plugged securely into
her pussy. She had a vapid grin on her face, like she was
stoned. There were other naked bodies in the picture, around the
periphery. I recognized one of them as being Brandi. In
that picture she had her hand on her pussy, like she was rubbing
there. The others didn't have heads.
This was taking place on my daughter's bed.
Then I found others. There had been more than one male in my
house, unknown to me, fucking the teenaged girls my daughter invited
over. I found a picture of Amanda, on all fours, looking at the
camera between her legs, while a black penis penetrated her. You
could only just tell that because the black balls hanging down, full of
sperm, partially obscured the scene of the crime.
There were other pictures involving this black man too, as well as white pricks that penetrated the girls.
I was stunned. I was so stunned that it never occurred to me that Alex was black, and in the house all the time.
And I kept finding more and more pictures, which kept me off balance.
There was another one of Sybil, lying back limply, her legs carelessly spread. It was obvious she'd been fucked this time, because her abused pussylips were gaping open where they had been spread by a penis, only recently withdrawn. I couldn't see the thick white spunk he had deposited in her, but I knew it was there, deep inside. I was suddenly livid!
And then ... the unimaginable happened. I paged down and there,
right in the middle of the page, was my baby girl ... my Amber ...
naked ... facing the camera, perched on a set of black hips like a
cowgirl riding a horse.
Except the "saddle horn" on this
black steed was stuffed right up inside my daughter's belly. The
camera had caught her either on the way up, or the way down, because
there were about two inches of black penis that weren't inside her
pussy.
I felt like I'd swallowed a pallet of bricks. She looked
happy. Black hands were on her breasts, pinching her shockingly
pink nipples, which I hadn't seen since she was about ten. They
were a lot bigger now ... turgid ... adult looking. I could see
the belly of the black man, but not his head or face.
I was astonished to see that her pubic hair had been trimmed into a
sharply defined V shape, like an arrow pointing to where she was being
fucked by some black bastard's prick. Not that I was being
racist. It wouldn't have mattered if that cock was purple, I'd
have been just as irate.
And that was the point at which I realized my own prick was diamond
hard ... which meant that I was even more of a pervert than I had ever
dreamed I was.
But I was still mad, so mad that I snapped, in one sense. It's
not like I planned on beating my daughter or anything, but I snapped in
terms of thinking things through before I acted.
Which is why I stood up, and then stomped to my door. I jerked it
open and marched through the house to Amber's room. Her door was
open, which was good, because I wouldn't have knocked. I stamped
into her room to find her sitting at her student desk, probably doing
homework. I pointed at her door.
"Get your ass in my room this instant!" I thundered.
I'm guessing my face was purple with rage, because she didn't say a
word. She just stood up and went out her door. I
followed. She knew where my room was, of course, and she walked
in through the open door. It so happened the computer was on the
wall opposite the door, so it was right there for her to see. Her
picture was there, full screen. She couldn't miss it. She
stopped as I came in the door behind her.
"Shit!" she said softly.
"Shit?" I croaked. "That's all you have to say?"
She turned to face me. The look on her face was peculiar, in the sense that there wasn't a shred of guilt being displayed.
"Wait here," she said firmly. She walked past me and out the door. I whirled.
"What?" I yelled.
I was incredulous ... paralyzed by her brazen behavior. I started
out the door, only to find her looking over her shoulder at me.
"Wait there, Daddy!" she yelled.
And for some reason I did.
When she returned, I was still standing in the hallway. I was a
little confused now, probably because I couldn't understand my own
behavior. I could see the screen from where I was standing, and
I'd been staring at it. My cock was still hard, and I somehow got
the feeling that I was the only person in my house who felt guilty
about anything at all.
That changed as soon as I saw Amber coming back. She had Alex with her.
And he looked guilty as crap.
She took him to my computer and stood there, hands on her hips.
"That bitch!" she snarled. "How could she do that to me?"
Now I have to tell you, that at this point, I was ready to grasp at any
straw. It was complicated, because the pervert part of me - the
part that was responsible for my current iron hard erection - was
pissed off that somebody else got to fuck these girls ... including Amber ... but not me.
You got that? I was turned on by the idea of fucking my own
daughter! That's how fucked up and perverted I was. But the
father side of me was still there, and it was enraged that somebody had
soiled my daughter. That part of me was also sure that if any
other fathers found out what had happened on my watch ... in my house
... that they'd come as a mob to re-enact the storming of Dr. Frankenstein's house. You know, with the torches and the murderous intent and all that.
So when Amber made it sound like some other girl was responsible for
what was on the screen the straw I grabbed at was related to one of my
other collections of perverted porn. I'm talking about my
collection of fake nudes of celebrities. I had them all.
Sweet, innocent Emma Watson, from the Potter movies? There were
tons of fakes out there, and they made her all look magically
delicious. Kayley Cuoco, from Big Bang Theory? I'd stared
at fakes of her many times while I serviced my unruly rod. Carly
Foulkes, the T-Mobile girl? I had at least fifteen of her begging
to be fucked. You name her, I had a fake of her naked. And
they were the good fakes, the ones you could tell were fake only
because the body had breasts that were much too big, or much too small
or something like that.
So my mind leapt to that connection: Somebody had faked my daughter's face onto a picture of another woman riding a cock.
I felt this huge relief flow through me. Then my pure, innocent,
virginal daughter turned around and hung her head and said "We're
sorry, Daddy. We just got kind of carried away. Sharon
swore she wouldn't do anything with the pictures, but I guess she lied,
because that's one of them."
The bottom dropped out of my stomach again as I realized she had just confessed that the picture was real.
"Sharon?" I said, barely above a whisper. It occurred to me I
hadn't seen any pictures of Sharon. Don't ask me why I thought of
that just then, but I did.
"She brought a camera to a sleepover one night, when Janice was going
to ... um ... for a special event, I guess you'd call it. And it
was kind of fun, so she kept bringing it. But she swore she
erased them all. Then we had a fight, because she didn't make
cheerleader for next year, and the rest of us did. I guess this
is her revenge."
"This is revenge for not getting cheerleader?" I asked, incredulous. "When the fuck
did this even happen? And who is the fucking little prick who did
this to you?" I still had not connected Alex's color or look of
guilt to any of this. I hadn't had time to process any of the
clues.
My daughter, who had been the woman of the family for years now, who
had taken care of me while I was sick, mentally ill, even, and who had
since grown comfortable telling me what to do in most situations,
folded her arms under breasts that were suddenly huge and thrusting
toward me.
"Sit down, Daddy. We need to have a talk." She pointed at the bed. Alex shifted from foot to foot.
"Amber?" he said softly. "Let's not do anything stupid here."
She glanced at him. "I already did
something stupid, Alex," she sighed. He looked shocked ... maybe
hurt, even. She saw his face too. "I don't mean you,
Alex. I mean I should never have let that bitch bring a camera
into this house."
I was sitting on the bed by this time, trying to make sense of any of
this. The frustration finally bubbled up and out of my mouth.
"Would somebody please tell me what's going on here?" I asked.
She sat down next to me. She motioned Alex to sit on the other
side of me. And it was exactly as his butt made the mattress sink
down, that I made some connections in my mind. The first part of
that was wondering why she had gone to get her brother at all, much
less let him see that picture. And it was right after that
that I realized the reason she had done that was because the black man
in the picture was her brother. I turned a shocked face to her.
"You let Alex fuck you?"
She sat up straight. Her face was grim. She held up a finger.
"Don't ever use that word again when you talk about us, Daddy. That's a vulgar word. That's not the word for what we do!"
She sounded so upset that I said "Okay, sorry" automatically. The
fact that she let some of the steel fade from her spine at that point
made things better in a surreal sort of way, like my apology had
actually meant something.
"Do you remember my thirteenth birthday party?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes.
"Sure," I said, again, automatically. I had to actually think at
that point, but I did remember some of the details of that night.
That was the night I'd met Brandi and Sybil, which was hard to forget.
"That night, after everybody left, and you went to bed, Alex and I were
excited. We had fooled around a little bit before this, just
experimenting ... you know, seeing what things were like."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but for some reason it was
easier to nod than it was to ask questions. So I nodded.
"I liked kissing him," said Amber. "His lips are really soft and
warm. And I practiced on him because I wanted to kiss a boy at
school. You remember Steve. He was my first boyfriend."
I had no idea who Steve was, but again, I nodded.
"But when I kissed Steve, it was awful. It was so much more fun
to kiss Alex. And we were so close after ... you know."
This time I shook my head, because I had no idea at all what she was talking about.
"After Mom died," she said.
"Oh," I said.
"That's when we started sleeping together," she said.
I pointed at the computer, which still displayed my little girl getting royally fucked ... by her brother, as it turned out.
"You mean that?" I asked, just scandalized.
"No!" she squealed. "Of course not, Daddy! Not
then! We just cuddled and cried together back then. And
after that, it was so nice to know he was right there, where I could
reach out and touch him. That's why we slept together. It wasn't until that night, after my birthday party, that we made love for the first time!"
"I didn't mean to do that," said Alex, speaking for the first
time. I turned my head to look at him. "That's when I kind
of got carried away."
"You raped her?" I whispered.
I got an elbow in my left ribs - hard - and turned to see a very angry daughter.
"Of course not!" she snapped.
"I don't understand," I said, rubbing my ribs.
Amber stood up. She went to get the extra chair for the dining
room table that I kept in my room, and brought it to sit in front of
me. She sat down.
"I'll tell you what happened. You're jumping to all kinds of
wrong conclusions, and that's not what needs to happen right now.
Okay?"
"Okay," I said, back on autopilot.
She sat back. Then she told me their story.
"Because I was sleeping with Alex, I knew more about boys than my friends did. They didn't know why
I knew more ... just that I did. So if they had questions, they
asked me. And I'd talk to Alex and get the answers.
"Like what?" I asked.
Alex spoke next. "Like when they wanted to know what a boy did if his penis got hard."
"Yes," said Amber. "And he showed me, and I told them about it."
"Just like that?" I asked.
She looked over at Alex. "We may as well tell him all of it," she said.
I groaned.
"Oh Daddy," she sighed. "There doesn't have to be any drama about this."
"You've got to be kidding me," I moaned.
"We haven't done anything wrong, Daddy!" she snapped.
I pointed at the screen again. "That's your brother, Amber Lea!" I snarled.
"That's my adopted brother!" she snapped again. "This isn't
incest, Daddy. I don't care what the rest of the world calls
it. We're not related by blood. Yes, he's my brother.
He'll always be my brother. But we're not related in a genetic sense."
I blinked. I'd gotten so used to thinking of them as my children,
and as brother and sister, that I hadn't thought about it in any other way for years. I felt my face get hot, but it wasn't from anger or
relief. It was from the fact that I was suddenly jealous of Alex,
because he actually had an excuse for being able to mount Amber.
My cock, which had only gone half soft, started to firm up again.
I put my hand on the outside of my pants and pushed.
"Okay," I said, as I finally realized she was waiting for me to respond.
"All right," she said. "Somebody figured out I had to be getting
my information from Alex. So they started inviting him into our
sleepovers. He was pretty cool about it. He treated us
better than their brothers did, and they all got crushes on him. So
they asked him about things." She glanced at him. "And eventually they wanted to see things, instead of just hear about them."
"See things," I said, just parroting what she'd said. All kinds of things were running through my mind.
"Like they wanted to see me jerk off," said Alex.
"And then they wanted to touch him, but they were all chicken," said
Amber. “But I was used to touching him. So I showed
them there was nothing to it."
"You knew how to do it?" I asked. I took a deep breath.
"After he showed me how he did it, of course I wondered what it would
feel like if I helped," she said, like it was the most normal thing in
the world. "He liked it better when I did it for him, so I helped
him a lot."
"Oh," I said, feeling my cock reach full hard again.
"And once I'd done it, they all wanted to do it too."
"Oh," I said, breathing faster.
"And that kind of set the stage for things in the future," said Amber.
"Wait!" I gasped. "Are you telling me that all those slumber
parties were just excuses for the girls to fool around with Alex?"
"And Danny," said Amber. "There were too many of them for Alex, and Danny was the only other boy we could trust."
"Danny Nelson?" I asked. I knew he was Alex's best friend, but I hadn't seen him there on sleepover nights.
"Yes. We let him in through my window," said my formerly innocent, faithful daughter.
"Why?" I asked, actually curious now.
"Because he and Brittney did things like Alex and I do," she said.
"He fucks ..." I stopped as she frowned. "He has sex with his sister?"
"Sometimes," she said, completely calm. "Their whole family is
like that. They're naturists, and run around naked at home.
His mother taught him how to make love, and she usually handles his
needs. I guess Mr. Nelson takes care of Brittney and her sisters,
because he's had a vasectomy. Most of the girls don't know the
whole story about that, but they knew that Danny and Brittney fooled
around, like Alex and I fooled around. So he got invited in by
the girls too."
"To do what?" I asked. I pretty well already knew what, but the pervert in me had to ask.
In my own defense, let me pause here, lest you think I'm only a
perverted, horny old goat. The fact is that both Alex and Amber
were very calm during this whole discussion. They had already
adjusted to the fact that their relationship - and that of some of
their friends, apparently - were highly controversial at a minimum, and
had the potential for explosive scandal. And they had been
engaging in this behavior for a little over three years. Amber
had turned sixteen a month past, and my son's seventeenth birthday was
only two weeks away. So I wasn't worried about
psychological problems. I was amazed they were as mature about
things as they appeared to be. Chalk that up to having to grow up
without me for a while, maybe.
But they had also displayed horrible judgment. Messing around
with each other was one thing. Considering the way they looked at
their relationship, it was even possible that what they'd done was
legal. Or could be made to be legal. And even when they
sported with another couple who were incestuous in their behavior,
maybe that could be expected.
But letting all those other girls play with the boys? Letting someone take pictures of them playing? In this day and age, with the internet only ten feet away ... that was pure insanity.
So about half my brain was thinking along those lines.
The other half, however, belonged to the pervert.
That was the half that asked "To do what?"
"To experiment with ..." She paused, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. "Sexually," she finally added.
I got up. I went to the computer and blocked the screen from
their view as I moved into the directory where I'd stashed all the
pictures of the girls she was talking about. There were only
forty or so of them, but I clicked on "slideshow" and then went back to
sit down on the bed.
"I'd call that a lot more than experimentation," I said.
They got up and went to stand together in front of the computer.
"Shit!" I heard Amber say, more than once. And Alex said "Oh damn."
Pretty soon Amber said "I'm going to kill that bitch!"
"I told you something was wrong," said Alex. "She never did anything with either of us."
"That's because she was too busy licking Sybil's pussy!" growled my innocent, virginal daughter.
"But nobody took any pictures of that," said Alex.
"You guys had freaking orgies!" I accused.
Amber turned around, frowning.
"Okay, so maybe things got a little out of hand sometimes."
"You like that excuse: out of hand," I said.
My innocent, virginal, sweet, unspoiled daughter sneered at me.
"Stand up, Daddy. Look at the front of your pants. Then
lecture me about getting horny."
I didn't have to get up, or look. I knew I was busted. Well ... the pervert was busted.
"And things didn't get that out of hand," said my daughter. "If they had, you'd have had naked girls climbing in bed with you on a regular basis."
I sat there, looking dejected. I wasn't actually dejected.
I was in turmoil. The perverted half of me was panting at the
idea that those girls ... some of them, at least ... had apparently
expressed some kind of interest in me ... sexually.
"Really?" That was the pervert, fishing for more prurient information.
Amber actually laughed. She left Alex at the computer, bent over,
peering at pictures, many of them involving his penis in some girl's
vagina, and came over to stand in front of me. Then she knelt and
wiggled her way between my knees, making them spread apart so she could
get close to me. Her hands went to rest on my hips. I was
acutely aware that my erection was only inches away from her.
That image of her naked seemed to have burned itself into my brain,
because I closed my eyes and it was still there.
"I know you fell apart when Mom died," she said, softly. "Alex
and I did too. And I know you've had a hard time ever
since. But sooner or later you have to let her go."
That banished the vision of her naked body from my mind, and my eyes opened.
"I can't let her go," I said. "She was everything to me."
"And what are we?" she asked. I knew she had included Alex in her question.
"That's different," I said. "You know I love you."
"Yes we do," she agreed immediately. "And that's the whole
point. It was the love that Alex and I had for each other that
anchored us in that storm, Daddy. We had someone to hold onto ...
someone to cry with ... someone to ask for help, and to offer help
to. It was the only way we could survive, Daddy. And I can
understand why you couldn't do that with somebody else then. But
this is now. She's been gone for years, Daddy, and we all know
she'd want you to be happy ... to have more of that kind of love in your life."
I felt the tears threatening to overflow from my eyes.
"What does this have to do with the fact that you and your friends are
naked, and having orgies, and it's right there for the whole world to
see?" I was trying to force a change of subject.
"It has to do with the fact that some of those girls think you're
pretty special," she said. "And yes, I know they're way too young
for you, but the fact is that if they think you're special, then there are older women out there who will think the same thing. You need someone to love, Daddy."
The thought of dating made me fairly hysterical. I tried to make a joke to cover up for that.
"What if I don't want an older woman?"
She didn't bat an eye.
"Then I know at least two girls who would love to sleep with you."
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