Chloe and Allen Ch. 02 (Chloe and Allen peek and show more)
This is entirely fiction. All characters are 18 or older.
There are daddy/daughter themes throughout this story. If that's not your thing, you may want to move on.
This is Chapter 2. I recommend reading Chapter 1 first.
Note this is also a slow build. No couple paragraphs of exposition followed by pages of sex scene here. Go elsewhere on this site for that. In the end, this is probably more of a love story. One I hope you enjoy. Since this is my first-ever story, constructive feedback is most welcome! Emphasis on "constructive," of course. Here we go...
The tension was building, separately, for both of them. Chloe and Allen both had erotic feelings for each other but hadn't acknowledged them. Well, out loud, at least. Certainly not to each other. Certainly not in words. But they continued to play the games they played, flashing and peeking, and they continued to never break the spell by admitting that either one was doing so. One of the problems for Chloe, of course, was that Allen was her father. One of the problems for Allen was that Chloe was his only, precious daughter.
How it all began for Chloe the voyeur
Chloe woke well rested. She was slightly confused but mostly excited after yesterday's adventures with her Daddy. She slowly brought her left hand to her breast over her Daddy's t-shirt she was wearing and the other hand down between her legs, slipping inside the loose legs of her sleep shorts to rub herself over her blue-panty clad pussy. These shorts and her panties were what started it all yesterday. She caressed herself lightly while pinching her sensitive left nipple. She groaned quietly as her right hand strayed across her pussy to the right edge of her panties, moving beyond the pink lace edge to the sensitive area where her leg met her groin. "My Daddy touched me here last night," she thought dreamily to herself and traced her fingers up and down along the path his fingers had followed. She shuddered and smiled at the memory. Those hands she had always loved to hold. Those hands that gave the best shoulder massages or "foots and calves." And now...the fingers that excited her a bit. He only did it once. She wondered if she could get him to do it again.
But today's main experiment was a different type. Chloe stopped caressing herself as she remembered her next research project required that she not be already excited. She had felt her Daddy's hard penis under her last night and had seen the huge wet spot their play had caused in his shorts. She wondered if she could find a way to see his penis in the flesh ("pun intended," she giggled to herself). It was a purely scientific desire, certainly, to answer the question of whether seeing it would cause her to get excited without any other stimuli in play.
But how? She hadn't ever seen her Daddy's naked penis before. But of course, she hadn't been trying. There were times, naturally, she could tell it was there in his pants or shorts, especially if they were soft or loose and he had a little swing going. But she had never given it much thought. There may have even been opportunities to see something more, but she had never looked. She was sure going to start paying more attention now!
Chloe knew her Daddy slept naked. The master bathroom had the best shower, so everyone in the family used it. Many times, she had gone to or from her shower while he was sleeping or sitting in bed reading. Any visible arm, leg, or torso never had clothes. Would it be as easy as just peeking into her Mommy's and Daddy's bedroom? She might as well start there. In bare feet so she didn't make too much noise, she crept out of her room and down the hall to the bedroom where she was made 18+ years ago.
She crept up to the closed double doors of the bedroom. She listened a moment and heard no noise. How would she get a peek in? She considered her options carefully and decided she could pretend she was going to take a shower. She went back and grabbed her towel from her room and tossed it over her shoulder. She decided to ease the door open in case she was lucky enough to find him sleeping with her target exposed. If he was awake and saw her, she could just pretend she was going slowly so as not to wake him. She'd then be committed to taking a shower, but so be it! She turned the right doorknob carefully and eased the door open. She knew that door would give her the correct angle to see toward her Daddy's side of the bed. She first saw crumpled sheets, and as she opened the door more, she discovered...and empty bed. Of course it wouldn't be that easy! She opened the door the rest of the way and stepped into the bedroom.
That's when she noticed the master bathroom light on through the slightly-open door at the end of the bedroom wall to her right. She looked around to be sure she was alone (she wasn't sure where either parent was at this point) and crept toward the bathroom door. As she silently reached the open door she peeked through...and nearly shrieked!
Allen had woken up after a fitful night's sleep. He was hoping for a clearer mind in the morning after a good rest, to put the previous day's unintentionally erotic adventures with his daughter into perspective. What he woke to instead was a painful staff of morning wood. Had he remained super hard all night? Last night had gotten him harder than ever before, but he decided not to jerk off out of respect for the fact that the erection was caused by his daughter and his illicit though very exciting views of her. It seemed that particular consideration could no longer continue. He had to relieve the intense pressure that had built up and apparently stayed with him all night! Afterward, he could think more rationally about what had happened yesterday and what to do about it.
Allen reached down and grabbed his hard cock in his right hand. He noticed there was already a wet spot on the sheets. Had he leaked overnight? Probably, as heated as he was. As he stroked down and up once, a large amount of pre-cum leaked out the tip and coated his helmet and fingers. Wow! This wasn't going to take long at all. To avoid making a mess in bed, he quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He flipped the light on and gave a half-hearted swing to close the door with his left hand. His concentration was on the immense pleasure he was feeling in his cock as he stroked it. Unbidden but not unexpected, the scenes from yesterday entered into his mental theater. He closed his eyes to give a darker background to the sexy visions and gave in to the temptation to jerk off to erotic images and memories of his own daughter, crossing a line he had hoped to avoid but clearly could not. He stroked to the initial vision of her pink panties on the couch. He leaked pre-cum and spread it up and down his rock-hard shaft to the sight of her fully-exposed, panty-clad crotch in her bed, the panties slipped slightly inside her delicious (how would he know? presumably delicious, then) pussy slit. He nearly came upon recalling the view of her lacy bra holding her perfect breasts with their nearly-visible areolas and nipples.
He heard a noise on the other side of the bathroom door. His eyes sprung open, and he saw an eye at the crack where he had unintentionally left the door open. Someone was watching him! Who? There were only two possibilities, and it certainly wouldn't be Kathy. Wait, Kathy wasn't even home. It had to be Chloe! What was she doing there? More importantly, what was he going to do about it? In the brief moments it took to realize and then assess his situation, he decided to do nothing and continue as he was. He was too far gone to care, and there was no way he could stop at this point, anyway. Maybe she would go away. Maybe she was there on purpose...could it be possible? Very unlikely. He cracked his eyes open a slit to look out the door again, so his secret watcher wouldn't realize he knew she was there. His daughter's beautiful, green, curious eye was still there, focused on his cock. Holy fuck, he was masturbating to thoughts of his daughter, and now that same daughter was watching him do it! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! That was too much. He closed his eyes tightly as all the visions slammed into his head at once, everything from yesterday piled together with the one beautiful, green eye through the door. He pumped hard and strong one more time and began gushing the most intense orgasm of his entire existence. The first release reached completely over the sink in front of him and splattered on the mirror. It wasn't until the third spurt that his jism started going into the sink. As he kept stroking, he continued to cum hard, and his legs started getting weak. He held onto the counter with his left hand as he pumped several more times and then, at last, eased out the final few strokes as his right hand finally finished emptying his balls into the sink. That had felt freaking amazing! Breathing hard, he opened his eyes and looked at the door.
There was nobody there. He opened the door and looked into the master bedroom. It was empty. Did he imagine being watched? Doubtful. Whoever was there (It had to be Chloe. But why? Was she horrified?) had left at some point before or during his lengthy orgasm. The post-orgasm doubts and guilt then hit. More like slammed into him. He cleaned up his prodigious mess and got back into bed to consider his circumstances.
OMG, thought Chloe, that's it! Daddy's cock was right there in front of her! And it was hard! And he was...OMG he was stroking it! Not only did Chloe catch a view of her Daddy's penis, she caught it hard and wondrous and in her Daddy's own warm hand as he stroked it. And it was beautiful indeed! She stared intensely at his gorgeous penis. "His cock," she thought. "Especially when this hard, it's a cock!" It was leaking pre-cum and her Daddy was spreading it all along the length of it as he stroked his amazing cock. She suddenly looked up at his face realizing she might get caught, but he fortunately had his eyes closed. She stared one more time at his cock, burning the image into her memory. She wanted to be able to pull up that image forever! Then she quietly slipped away. As she was almost out the bedroom door, she heard a satisfied groan from her Daddy and wondered if he was cumming. She smiled that he was happy and quietly closed the door and ran back to her room. She closed her own door and jumped under her covers.
