***RACHEL'S POV***
Shane rolled off of me with a satisfied sigh.
"Do you wanna watch a show before you go home?"
I agreed and cuddled up to him, happy to be with him. Somewhat. I do care about him. I love spending time with his family, which we do often. He makes me smile, which says something.
Of course, he had his drawbacks. The biggest one, would be the sex. Sometimes I cum for him. More often than not, though, I find myself unsatisfied and disappointed. Tonight was one of those times. I find myself anticipating the sex, always thinking tonight would be the night. Tonight would be the night that he makes me scream and whimper, but it has never happened. While we watch our show, I'm laying in his arms thinking about how much I love being held; but I also think about how it would be much better if he had made me cum. Thank God he couldn't see through my pretending to orgasm- I didn't want him to feel bad. Eventually, our show ends, and I get dressed. He smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back at him.
I pull into our driveway, carefully to be quite as I enter the house. I don't want to wake anyone, especially my mother. It was late, so she was probably be asleep; it was too early for me to be home. I was about to make my way up the stairs, when I could hear a noise coming from my father's study. He often locks himself in his study at night, for some quiet so he could get work done. He works from home, but he always seemed to have work to do at night. My mom complains often that he is always locked in his study.
I was surprised to see the door slightly open, as he liked to be alone when he worked. He probably thought he had another hour or so until I came home, and I usually went straight to my room as to not bother him. I saw him sitting at his desk illuminated by the computer screen. I was about to say hello, but then as I walked closer, noises I was hearing made me freeze.
"Oh, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your daughter's tight, little pussy!"
My eyes went wide. My father was watching porn and not just any porn. He was watching porn about a daughter being fucked by her father. My curiosity got the better of me, and I crept a little closer. My father was staring intently at the screen, and his hand was furiously making a back and forth motion under his desk. It wasn't hard to guess, he was jacking himself off. With the way he was pumping away, I could tell he was close.
"Oh, Rachel! Be a good girl and swallow my cock!" He was a moaning mess and even threw his head back. He let out a final grunt and his hand slowed and eventually stilled completely. I quietly backed away and made my way up the stairs and into my room.
I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, strangely calm, possibly in shock, and then it all hit me.
Holy shit. I just saw my dad jacking off to daddy/daughter porn!
I tried to rationalize that people had all kinds of kinks, and it didn't mean he wanted to actually fuck his daughter. Maybe I could have convinced myself of this, but I couldn't ignore what he said. He said my name. He came, moaning my name. He told me to swallow his cock. I couldn't ignore this.
I couldn't help but wonder about the things I couldn't see. Was his cock big? How much did he cum? Most importantly, how long had he been masturbating to thoughts of me? Something else I couldn't ignore was happening, The silky, blue panties I wore were wet, soaked even. I was turned on, thinking about my father jerking off. What does this mean? Do I want my father? I didn't think so, but then again, my pussy was wet. I had never thought of him in that way before.
All of these thoughts swirled around in my head, over and over again. I desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget about this, but even more desperately, I wanted to rub my pussy.
I can't do that. It would be wrong to get myself off, thinking about my father. But then again, he did rub his cock thinking of me.
That justification was enough to startle me.
This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
After that thought, I tried to force myself to think of something else, anything else. I don't know how or when, but at some point I fell asleep.
That morning, I woke up strangely rejuvenated. I found myself excited to see my father. When I realized this, I tried to push the idea away.
I began my morning routine, quickly stripping out of my clothes to take a shower. I had fallen asleep in my silky panties, and looking at them on the floor, they were still soaked and warm from sleeping in them and fantasizing about my dad all night, even though I hadn't given into the urge to masturbate. After my shower, I took a look in the mirror. I guess I could understand why he was attracted to me. I had always been curvy, definitely not skinny. I was a little over five foot with an hourglass figure. I had a still somewhat flat tummy from running track throughout high school. Since graduating, I haven't really been working out. I have gotten a lot softer, but more womanly. I had a round ass and perky, decent sized titts. My bouncy brown curls frame my heart-shaped face in a pretty way. I mean, a lot of men have wanted me before. Shane certainly did.
Shit!
I had totally forgotten about Shane! Here I was, thinking about my dad being attracted to me, while I had a boyfriend!
But he can barely get me off, anyway. I thought with a grumble.
In the morning light, it was hard to ignore the growing sexual thoughts and feelings I was having about my father. All throughout my shower, I fought against playing with myself at the thought of him. Why did I have to make this discovery? I had been perfectly normal. He had been perfectly normal, at least to my knowledge. But had there been signs that I had been missing? Had he been wanting me for a long time, and I just hadn't noticed it? With that thought, I decided to experiment a little bit. There was no harm in that, right?
Getting dressed, I pulled on a tight tank top, deciding to skip a bra today. I grabbed some yoga shorts. Emphasis on the short. The only thing somewhat out of the ordinary was the lack of bra, which I rarely did; I wasn't really brave enough to wear anything more revealing. There was still a little bit of doubt in my head, despite the evidence. I found myself actually hoping that I would find more evidence that he wanted me.
I tried to be casual, going down the stairs. I had no fear of my mom being there as she left for a conference this morning. This was the perfect time to figure out if my dad really wanted me, and if he did, how much he wanted me. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I found my dad at the stove making pancakes. He had a T-shirt and grey sweatpants on like usual. I couldn't help but notice that he did have some definition in his shoulders and back, though I had never noticed before.
When he turns around, will I see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants? My nipples tightened at the thought, peaking in my tank top. Grey sweatpants were notorious on the internet for hinting at a man's package.
I let out a loud yawn, making him turn around.
"Good morning, Sweetheart! How'd you sleep?" He asked me smiling.
"I slept pretty well. How did you sleep, Daddy?" I said with a small smile. His eyes widened for a moment; I haven't called him Daddy since I was a kid.
I dramatically stretched my arms over my head, pushing my titts out. I noticed his eyes drift down to them, surely noticing my nipples through my braless tank top. He swiftly looked away, back to my face, but his face was a little flush.
"Um. I slept well, Kiddo. Breakfast is about ready. Go ahead and sit down." He turned back to the stove, flipping pancakes and adding them to the stack. He then turned off the stove, but a few pancakes on two plates and made his way around the kitchen island toward me. His eyes stayed firmly on the floor, avoiding my titts, I think. While he was looking away, I took this moment to check out his sweatpants. Sure enough, there was a large outline. I instinctively licked my lips. He had to be big.
Bigger than Shane.
With that thought, I looked at the butter, syrup, and orange juice already on the table. He placed the plates onto the table and then sat himself in his seat. We took turns putting butter and syrup onto our pancakes, while I planned my next little experiment.
"What are you planning on doing today, baby?" I began to cut my pancakes with my fork and made sure to dip them in a large pool of syrup for good measure, ready for my next test. I brought the fork to my lips, and sure enough, a string of syrup landed on my tits.
"Nothing really. I'll probably go to Shane's for a while."
