Reader:
This chapter has a strong theme of fantasy incest, but the crux of the story so far is exhibitionism and voyeurism. If this doesn't suit your tastes, read no further.
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After a fitful night of tossing and turning, I found myself up early for work. I made a coffee and perused the news on my tablet at the kitchen table, in my pajamas. A sound from behind startled me, and I snapped around only to find Carrie standing at the kitchen doorway.
Her short quoif had spiky bits pointing in every direction; obviously suffering from bed head. Her fingers combed through the mess. She said, "Morning Mike."
My eyes wandered up and down her diminutive form. "You're up early Carrie," I offered in a low voice, as I enjoyed her supple thighs beneath the hem of the short satin nighty from last evening.
"I wanted to see you before you left for work." Her mischievous smile betrayed her comment. She sauntered over to the table, her ever-hard nipples giving the only form to her soft, flat torso.
"Liv is still sleeping?"
"Oh, yeah. She's rarely up before nine unless she has a class." Liv has always been a late sleeper on weekends. By the time Carrie finished speaking, she was standing right beside the chair in which I had twisted to face her approach. I had raised my elbow up on the chair back, and one leg moved to the side.
I allowed Carrie to make the next move and did not have long to wait. She placed her hands at the hem on each side and slowly raised the satiny fabric up about two inches; displaying her baby smooth pubic mound and the puffy slit that disappeared between her slender thighs. "Did you like seeing this last night?" Carrie asked.
I paused, and replied, "How did you know?"
"About the camera? I found one just like it in my bedroom a few years ago. They are easy to find once you know what to look for."
"Oh..."
Carrie filled in my pause with, "I guess fathers like looking at their little girls in their most private moments." I was embarrassed that she understood so well the taboo nature of mens' thoughts about young girls.
The waif looked down at her exposed mons and said, "You can touch it." With her words echoing in my ear, Carrie gave her hips the slow, sensuous wiggle of a seasoned stripper.
"But you are Liv's friend. I couldn't do that to her."
Carrie dropped the hem and rested just a fingertip on my right thigh. "Mike," she said with a confident smile, "I share Livvy with my boyfriend in our bed. She won't be jealous."
I choked at that information. My innocent daughter was already experiencing sexual encounters of which I had only fantasized my whole life? I peered at the small hand that was coursing along the sinewy muscle of my upper thigh. I knew this was wrong and feared Liv walking into the room, but I was under this vixen's spell. It had been a very long time since Ann had touched me like this I stared at the two pointy peaks of her satin clad chest. I felt my cock stirring, growing incrementally with every beat of my heart.
"You are so beautiful," I said, giving into her wandering fingers finding my rising cock beneath my tented pajamas.
The young girl leaned in, and whispered, "I love pussy AND dick. So does Livvy." She moved her chest against the hand that was resting atop the chair back. Her rubbery nipple grazed the back of my fingers. "You're hard already, Daddy." We both felt my cock jump at Carrie's naughty word.
When Carrie brushed her breast back across my fingers, I allowed the eraser-sized nubbin to slip between my first and second fingers, where I could squeeze them together to trap her left nipple. A soft coo came from Carrie, while her hand traveled along the thickness of my growing shaft through my pajamas.
This was too much; I released Carrie's nipple.
"I can't. This isn't right."
Carrie didn't react. Instead, she reached inside my pajamas and continued to explore my girth as my dick reached its full potential. "You're so thick, Daddy. Do you want your little girl to take care of you? I know how to do that." I groaned. I couldn't answer. Her other hand took hold of my right and and guided it beneath the satin hem. "Feel how wet you've made me." I turned my palm upright and cupped the hairless mound; her sticky slit met my middle finger. The young girl squatted slightly and the petals parted enough for my finger to push between the slimy lips.
Carrie used her thumb to smear precum that had already begun to ooze from my cock. She almost kissed my ear lobe as she whispered, "I bet if you check into your sneaky video camera when you are at work today, you will find out more about your sweet little girl."
I uttered, in a whisper, "Oh, God."
Once more, the tiny teen offered, "But when I get her to talk, you will owe me." I removed my hand from Carrie's slippery cunt, and dared to ask. "Owe you what?"
Carrie moved her mouth from my ear and looked at me eye to eye. Calmly she spoke the price, "Tomorrow morning, I get to suck on your nice, big dick until you fill my mouth with your exquisite Daddy cum."
Carrie's blue eyes sparkled and her face broke into a wide grin. She pulled her hand from inside my slacks, stepped back and sashayed towards the doorway. When she got there, the girl looked over her shoulder, lifted the back of her nighty until her ass cheeks appeared, and said, "Have fun at work, Mike."
I was sat there, hardly believing this wasn't all a dream. I instinctively drew my middle finger to my nose and savored her fresh aroma. I gazed at the gooey digit and tasted her remnants. I wondered how was I going to get anything done at work if I am constantly checking in at home to see what the girls are up to? I wanted to go back up to my bedroom and finish off my hard on, but didn't want to risk making any noise in doing so.
In retrospect, it would have been much more prudent to have relieved the sexual tension already built, because now I had become a walking erection. Once at work, I worried that every coworker could see my arousal, and the wait for Carrie's show was unbearable.
The girls were up just after nine and flitted about the house. They did shower together, but that was all out of view. They left the house for a while, so I carried on with work not knowing when Carrie would start her show.
Just after one PM, I got an alert that there was movement inside the house once again. I was speaking to my boss at the time and had to spend the next twenty minutes working out a schedule with him for an upcoming customer visit.
When I finally got him to leave, my heart began racing and I opened the app on my desktop. The girls were just getting comfortable on the sofa in the family room. Both of them were in jeans and white T-shirts, and of course Carrie was braless.
Carrie scrolled through her phone, and said, "Billy just texted me. He wants to know if we can stop by his place on Sunday night when we get back."
