LOGINAfter the movie, I turn off the television and take a beer out into the balcony. I'm feeling uncomfortable about how the day has gone. I've been really fucking weirdly inappropriate about Annabelle, and I don't know what has come over me.
God, this is not me.
I still feel deeply ashamed about jerking off while watching her through the window. What kind of father does that? It would have been better if it was a one-off, a random mood, maybe something equally inspired by Samantha being there, too, instead of just being about Annabelle. But when she'd come downstairs tonight in her little booty shorts, with no bra on... Jesus Christ. Seeing her nipples poking through that little tank top, I'd felt the same kind of tightening down below I'd felt when I'd seen her bend over by the pool... that little strip of wet fabric the only thing covering up her little puss.
Fuck.
I sit at the table on the balcony and take a long swig of my beer.
I have always prided myself on being the good guy. I was kind of uptight in high school, drank a bit in college but never did any drugs - I was laser-focused on grades and my future.
Didn't have too many girlfriends, no one-night-stands, and when Valerie and Annabelle came along, I was proud to be able to help them in some way — be the man that both of them needed.
So now what was fucking happening? What's changing? What has fucking changed?
Annabelle and I have always snuggled. She's a real cuddly kid, just needed to feel loved, and I'm a pretty affectionate guy. I grew to love our little cuddles. But tonight on the couch, I guess I still had a lot of crazy thoughts going through my head. I was acutely aware of the feel of her breasts against my chest, her bare ass under my hand. When that steamy scene came on during the movie, I could actually feel myself getting a boner. I was afraid to move in case I created any... pleasurable friction.
Was there any chance she'd noticed? Was that why she'd been quick to get off the couch and go to bed? Was it possible that she'd actually noticed that her dad was a total fucking creep?
I have to get a grip.
I think about Kiara and our little chat over beer. Maybe I'll better call her up tomorrow, see if she still wants to go out.
Maybe it has just been so long since I fucked somebody that I'm going a little stir-crazy.
I take my face out of my own hands and look up at the night sky. It is a beautiful clear night, full of stars. Beyond the roof of the garage, I can see the outline of the mountains in the darkness.
My eyes drop and I notice that I'd forgotten to turn the garage lights iff. That's strange. I'm always careful about turning out all the lights - as Annabelle never fails to tease me about. It is weird that I'd left one on.
I put my beer on the table and head towards the garage, eying the light that's coming through the window. It doesn't look quite right, as if a different light is on, and not the overhead one. I walk right up and look through the window first... and nearly drop dead of a heart attack.
Of all the fucking sights to see that night.
There, on top of my motorcycle, is my little baby girl...
Stark naked and writhing around.
My breath catches in my throat, and I just stare, unable to comprehend what I'm looking at.
Anna is naked, leaning back, those breasts I'd fantasized about seeing only this afternoon now on full display. She has her hands between her legs, coyly hiding herself, but her arms are pushing her full breasts together and, good God... they are incredible.
They are fucking incredible.
In front of her, a bright light like the kind they use in photography studios is mounted on a stand and aims at her and the bike - that's why the light had looked different to me, the overhead light is off. Standing beside the light, her phone is mounted on a tripod, and a laptop is set up on one of my stools. She's moving in a suggestive way, flipping her hair and pouting her lips, and I hear her speaking.
"If you liked what you saw," she is saying, "let me know and I'll do a photo series on the bike. Big thanks to Maxual_663 and Stoodz for spending some private time with me tonight. Hope you guys had as much fun as I did. That's all for now, my darlings. This is Badgirl_Anna saying over and out."
She presses something in her hand and I realize she's holding a remote control.
All I can think is, that's a lot of technical equipment.
My brain isn't working right and I can't even process what I am seeing.
My first instinct is to storm into the room and demand answers, but she is naked. She is doing... I don't know what, but something sexual.
I need to make sense of my thoughts, of what is going on here, before I confront her about anything.
Feeling panicked, I hurry - quietly but swiftly - back to the balcony, picking up my beer and taking it inside. I head straight up to my room, closing the door behind me.
The first thing I have to do, is my research.
I reach for my laptop and open it up.
Two hours later I am feeling raw, edgy and spent. And - I have a painful, raging erection I'm trying to ignore.
I'd recognized the name she'd used, Onlyfans, as a popular pornography site. Hey, I may not have had sex in a while but that doesn't mean I don't have... needs. I know a lot of girls do amateur stuff on Onlyfans. It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter.
I'd searched for "Badgirl Anna" and eventually found her very professional-looking page. I had to subscribe to view it and I didn't hesitate. This is an emergency.
I pull out my credit card and soon had access to the content on her site. The ton of content on her site.
Sexy pictures of her, naked and topless, sometimes bending over. Never showing her pussy - I think that, at least, is something.
Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate.
In the sidebar, she advertises her webcam services. "Come play with me!" says the title. Below, the fine print says, "I don't do full nudity but we can still have lots of fun."
My mind is reeling.
My baby is doing pornography.
I slam my laptop shut. My blood is heated. I need to sleep on it and think about next steps in the morning.
About an hour later, I open the laptop again. I can't sleep. I am a mess. And...
I am so hard. Agonizingly hard. All the stuff I've seen kept churning through my mind.
I keep thinking about one video in particular I've seen.
It us wrong. It is so very wrong...
... but I think, if I can just get it out of my head and go to sleep, it will help me get over it. There is something in my blood today.
I am going to make that date with Kiara.
But first I am going to watch this damn video again.
Nobody will know but me, anyway.
I open the site and log into her profile again.
God damn but she is so hot. Picture after picture shows her posing cutely with those perfect tits on display. They are large - a D cup, I know from doing her laundry - but so high and firm and bouncy.
Jesus Christ.
I find the video I am looking for and open it up.
"Okay, you guys. This isn't the sort of thing I normally do, but I'm testing new content, so we'll see how you guys feel about this. Hit me up if you like it!" She's lying in bed on her back, the camera suspended above her. She's visible from the waist up, with no top on. Again... her breasts are just unbelievable.
A whirring sound starts up and she winks at the camera playfully. "I'm going to make myself cum for you. I have no idea what I look like when I cum, so I hope it's not weird." She giggles.
Her hand moves across her waist, and the top of the vibrator can just be seen. Her eyes flutter close as the vibrator touches her, and a soft flush rises on her cheeks.
I grip my cock and start jerking myself hard. This is what it will look like to fuck her. This is what it will look like to see her lying down beneath me, her breasts swaying with her movements.
In the video she starts breathing heavily, murmuring, "Ooh that feels good. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to cum." Her eyes squeeze tight and a flush spreads across her chest as her breath begins heaving. "Oh my God," she says. "Oh fuck, yes."
I start cumming at the same time, giving a choking breath as I spurt out into the Kleenex I had grabbed with my free hand.
This is my daughter, my little girl... And I am so turned on by her I feel like I have a fever.
I'm such a disgrace.
I sit up and look down at my baby girl, so sweet and flushed, spread out naked on my bed, and lower my hips against her eagerly. "You're such a good girl," I murmur to her. "You're such a good girl cumming for Daddy like that. Do you see how hard you make me?"She bites her lip, still breathing heavily from her orgasm. Her tits are heaving with her breaths, and I take one in my hand, squeezing it roughly. "I fucking love your tits," I growl. "Do you know, before any of this started, I jerked off in the bathroom watching you run around the pool?"Her eyes open wide with surprise."I guess I wanted to fuck you even then, baby girl. All I knew was that looking at your body made me hard, and when I watched you like that all I could think about was what your tits looked like naked, what they would feel like."She shudders as she exhales.Taking my cock in my hand, I position the head against her entrance. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay? Are you ready for your daddy?""Yes," she whispers,
I'm officially a finished man.It takes every bit of willpower I can muster, but I manage to keep my hands off Anna for 48 hours.We both come up with a list of demands to negotiate, plus I want her to take 48 hours to really think through whether she wants to go through with this or not.The deal we eventually have comes to take a lot of negotiating.My demands? I want Anna to quit Onlyfans and give up her budding, fledgling porn career. That is the toughest sell, especially when I learn how much cash she is generating. But having something she wants, (my cock — never would have been able to predict that this is what parenting will come to), I am able to get her to really listen to me as I talk about the impact it can have on her future, and the impact it is having on her right now. I learn that Kiara's sister is doing it too, but without any of the nudity Anna is offering on her site, and that Anna feels she can no longer talk about it with Samantha, making her feel isolated from he
I feel Josh's pulse flutter in his throat, but he doesn't say anything. Maybe he doesn't know what to say.My pulse is fluttering, too, because my heart is racing. Being in his arms, feeling his skin and smelling him — it is turning me on. I can feel desire coursing through me, and on impulse I lift my chin and kiss his neck, softly rubbing my tongue against him. He makes a sound deep in his throat and for a second his arms hug me tighter, and then he says roughly, "Let's go inside."My heart leaps. He hasn't pushed me away. Hasn't stopped me. I stand up and look at him as he rises from the lounger. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants is unmistakable.God, I want him. I want that bulge in his pants, and my bikini bottoms are getting wet as I think about it.We walk into the house without speaking, and Josh slides the patio door shut behind us. I look at him expectantly.He ducks his head. "I think we need to... be aware of what our neighbors might see or think, honey."
It hasn't been a good week in the Henderson household, to say the least.I guess neither Josh or I could bring ourselves to address the things that had happened recently. We'd just gone too far. What was there possibly to say?Josh and I have just been outright avoiding each other all week - we are not even pretending not to. If we are both home, we stay in our rooms. But I am trying to stay out as much as I can, and it seems Josh is doing that, too.The morning after his date with Kiara, he'd tried to talk to me about what happened. As if the man who had clearly gotten off cumming into my friend's big sister's mouth while I watched could just switch back to being dear old dad in the morning. It was so ridiculous.He'd given me the ol' "Honey, can we talk about what happened?" and I lost my mind, screaming at him to fuck off and leave me alone. He'd looked so shocked — hurt, even — that I'd got my wish. He just walked out of the kitchen, and we literally hadn't spoken to each other si
"I wanna see you naked," I says loudly to her as we walk down the hall. I don't care if Anna hears.When we get to my room, Kiara starts to close the door behind her."No, leave it," I stop her.She looks at me in surprise."Anna’s out," I say. "This way we'll be able to hear her come in." She looks at me skeptically, so I add, "Trust me."She shrug and leaves the door open. As she makes her way towards the bed, I push it all the way open, but something catches my interest as I walk past the closet.It has slatted, folding doors that I hate because I think they look messy. I am meticulous about keeping them closed so that they look flush with the wall. The fact that one is slightly bent open tells me that either Anna has been in my closet at some point earlier tonight, or... she is still in there now.Watching.Would she do something like that?Thinking back to the sorts of things I've seen badgirl_anna doing, including how turned on she obviously is by voyeurism, I know the answer is
Fuck.I lean my forehead against my arm, breathing heavily.I am standing over the toilet in my office washroom. Not very classy, but there aren't a lot of places to jerk off at work. And I'm thankful my assistant's table isn't inside my office, but just outside the door. No one will comment on how long I'd been in the bathroom. It won't be unusual.When I recover my breathing, I wipe off my hand and my dick and stop the video feed on my phone, pulling the earbuds out of my ears. I am reeling from what I just saw. It has taken everything in me not to get into the car and race home. I want to run up to Anna’s room and take her right then and there.Fuck. Just thinking about it is making my cock swell again. How is that even possible? I've just cum so hard I've probably impregnated the office toilet.I zip up my pants and wash my hands, splashing some cool water on my face, and then head back to my table.I stare at my phone as if it could explain to me what it had just shown me. I am s







