Reader: This story, while being entirely voyeuristic, has a thread of incest to it. If that isn't of interest, you need go no further. Otherwise, enjoy.
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It honestly happened quite by accident.
I was a fifty-three year old widow, and father of Olivia, or Liv, as she had been known since childhood. While Liv was away at her first year of college at age nineteen, there was news of a rash of break-ins and theft in my neighborhood.
I decided to invest in a security camera system that would include three obvious exterior cameras to thwart anyone who might have interest in my humble abode. They came with a huge hard drive that would store all images for later viewing, as well as an alert feature on a phone app. I added a number of hidden cameras in various rooms throughout the house, so that I could be given an alert if I was out of the house that an intruder did get inside.
None of the cameras were in Liv's room or the bathroom, as I had no intention of invading anyone's privacy. I did put one in my own bedroom though, as I kept some valuables in the closet there.
For the next few weeks that Liv was away, the system remained quite uneventful, which meant that maybe the outdoor cameras were enough to keep the bad guys away.
It was the week before the Thanksgiving weekend and Liv called to see if I would mind if she brought home a friend to stay the weekend, since that friend's parents were vacationing out of the country. When I agreed to Liv's request, she responded with, "Thanks, Daddy! Carrie and I will be home Thursday around noon." Liv also told me that she intended to drive back to her dorm on Sunday evening, so we would have three full days together. Since I was going to be at work when they arrived, I disabled the system from alerting me to movement inside.
Thursday afternoon, I saw that Liv's Volkswagen was in the driveway when I turned onto my street. Liv came bounding out the front door as I stepped from my car, and jumped into my outstretched arms with, "Hi Daddy! I've missed you!" Just outside the front door, Carrie stood watching us.
I gave Liv a big kiss on the cheek and smiled at her diminutive blonde friend. "Hi, Liv!! Welcome home!"
With my wife Ann's passing only just more than a year ago, Liv and I had found strength together. Ann had died in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, so Liv and I decided then that neither of us would ever use alcohol again. Not that I ever drank more than a beer or glass of wine anywhere but at a social event.
So there stood my only daughter, hugging me while her friend waited on the porch quite patiently. Finally, our embrace ended, and Liv took my hand and introduced me to her gorgeous little friend.
"Daddy, this is Carrie." The face of the barely five foot tall friend lit up.
"Hi Carrie. It's nice to finally meet you. Liv has told me a lot about you." Our almost nightly Facetime videos had Liv telling me about the numerous friends she has made in the past few months at school. Carrie's name came up often, and Liv sent a few selfies of the two of them, so I knew to expect a tiny blonde with a pixie cut with the left side of her head shorn nearly bald.
Carrie extended a polite hand to shake. "Hi, Mr. Warren."
"Call me Mike," I insisted. I didn't mean to, but found myself taking in the many tattoos that adorned the cute little woman's arms and calves. At the base of her neck, a gecko's head disappeared into her blouse as though it were crawling down her body, between the very visible outlines of her pale, pink nipples that poked into the filmy white cloth. Carrie's white Lycra shorts were skin tight, and the beautiful vee that formed between her thighs pulled the fabric into a delicate valley between her labial folds.
I might be old and widowed, but I am not dead, and I began to imagine this sweet, young thing on her knees, sucking on my long-since-tended-to cock. Carrie's petite body is quite juxtaposed against Liv's. My daughter is blessed with her mother's height at five-foot-seven, just an inch shorter than I. And Liv dresses frumpy as her mother always had, almost hiding her well-developed breasts, which, I guess would be at least a D cup. Even Liv's olive complexion only highlighted Carrie's light-skinned body.
I ushered the girls into the house, where the smell of tomatoes filled the air. "Spaghetti?" I asked.
"Your favourite!" Liv loved cooking with Ann and has a great recipe book that they put together, since Liv was old enough to help in the kitchen. "The cameras outside are new," she said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Yes. I wouldn't want anyone to steal anything that reminds me so much of you or your Mom."
"Great idea, Daddy. Now, let's eat. You sit and we will serve." I sat at my usual seat at the head of the table and desperately tried not to drool at Carrie's fully rounded ass cheeks that were exaggerated by the stretchy material of her shorts each time she walked to the stove to retrieve another dish of food. With Carrie's baby blue eyes and huge grin, I dared not look down at her barely 'A' cup titties that had the faintest jiggle with each step, as she brought my plate to me.
"Thank you, Carrie."
"Oh, you're welcome, Mike. Liv has taught me a lot about cooking in the dorm."
Liv returned with her own plate and the two ladies sat on opposite sides of me.
"So, are there any boys distracting you these days, Liv?"
