(This is the continuation of Diane's story after finding out she's been getting peeped on via cameras planted in her home)
After confirming that it hadn't been Trey who'd planted the cams in my room and my bathroom, there was only one other possibility!
I quickened my pace and hurried home as fast as I could. As soon as I got inside, I sprinted up the stairs and into my father's den. He wasn't home from work yet, and wouldn't be for a few more hours, so I knew I had time.
I went right to his desk and snapped open his laptop. Like Trey, my father was a dumb fucker who didn't password protect anything. Nothing was open and running, but I was able to poke around.
That's when I found it - the file folder labeled 'Diane'. I clicked on it and saw all the video files in there. My jaw fell open. I clicked on one and immediately saw images of me in the tub, finger-fucking myself.
I even found the program that was recording - even now - in my bedroom and in the bathroom.
I inhaled deeply. "That fucker!"
******
"So it wasn't Trey?" Ashley asked me as we lounged in her backyard.
"Nope," I shrugged. "I mean I did find out some shit," I chuckled. "But it had nothing to do with anything."
"So then who planted the cams?" Ashley asked.
"That's why I came over," I said with a sly smile. "Can I check your laptop?" I asked with a giggle.
"By all means," she laughed back at me. "Because that's how I get off - spying on my friend. Shit," she giggled. "With all the shit we've done, who needs cams?"
"I know," I laughed. "I'm just fucking with you," I sighed.
"So if it wasn't Trey, then who was it?" she asked. "Oh my god!" she gasped. "You don't think?" she trailed off.
I looked her in the eyes. I thought about telling her what I'd discovered, but I decided not to. "Dunno," I simply said with a shrug.
******
My initial anger had long-since subsided. I was back at home and in bed, knowing full-well that there was a camera trained on me and recording onto my father's laptop. Granted, my initial reaction after making my discovery was to hurl my father's laptop against the wall, and then head downstairs and grab the meat cleaver to hack his nuts off the second he walked in the front door.
But now as I lay there, I couldn't help but feel - I don't know - flattered? I mean I got that it wasn't the kind of attention most girls wanted from their fathers, but for some reason it was okay with me.
I shook my head as I yawned. What the hell was wrong with me? I was lying there with a smirk on my face knowing that my father had spy-cams on me. And all that was going through my head was the time I put my hair in pigtails and got myself off - and getting myself off to a HUGE orgasm when I thought about doing it in front of my father.
Holy fuck! I smiled as I began to drift off to sleep. Was I really going to do this?
******
When I woke the next morning I was feeling very kinky and naughty. I grinned broadly as I stretched out underneath the covers. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was after nine. My father was long-since gone to work, and I stretched out once more and then tossed the covers aside and spread my legs.
I knew the cam was on me, and I dove my hands down to my pussy and started playing with myself. I writhed on the bed as I pleasured myself - totally playing for the camera - but still 'acting' oblivious to its existence.
After I came enough times, I continued to lay there for a moment catching my breath. I resisted the urge to sit up and blow a kiss at the cam hidden behind the vanity. Instead I slowly rose out of bed and made my way out into the hall. I paused at the entry to the bathroom and hesitated. I took a deep breath and headed on inside and started up the shower.
It took a lot for me not to dart my eyes up to where I knew the cam was installed, but I knew if I didn't go about my normal routine, my father would be tipped off that I knew what he was up to. I didn't want that to happen. Not yet.
I lingered under the water as confused thought after confused thought ran through my head.
******
I was sitting out on the back deck in my robe, nursing a cup of coffee as I continued to mull things over in my mind. I had never been more confused about anything in my life. Despite my discovery about my father's voyeuristic activities as they related to me, the anger was long since gone.
It had since been replaced by - I dunno - interest? Like I had thought earlier why wouldn't I be flattered by the attention? Oh wait, I chided myself - I knew the answer to that one: Because he's your father for fuck sakes!
Still it struck me as odd. When I thought it was Trey, I wanted the fucker dead. And I was determined to out him as the culprit. Now that I knew it was my dad? Despite initial thoughts towards murder or maiming, I was in a very weird place.
I thought back again to the masturbation session I'd had before I pitched my father Ashley's ideas for prom. Yeah, Diane! You WERE getting kinky and imagining getting off in front of your old man!
And just this morning? You flipped those covers back and got yourself off, KNOWING full well that your father will see those images later on!
I sighed and took a sip of my coffee. I knew what my issue was: It wasn't that I had the issue. Shit, I'd been involved in enough debauchery in my life that it wouldn't be a leap to delve into incest.
Honestly, I think I was worried that my father would reject me. Sure, he was watching me, but that was one thing! Actual father-daughter sex? That might be too much for him. And I wasn't used to getting rejected by men!
I couldn't help but chuckle and think that I had to be the dirtiest girl in the world. But I still shrugged. Who cares if he was my dad? After all, even Ashley said he was hot!
Oh shit, I winced as I sat there. Ashley! How the hell could I tell her about this? I mean, she probably suspected my father was behind it all. But even with all we'd been through with each other - how the fuck could I possibly tell her that I was thinking about fucking my own father?
Even though we'd licked tequila out of each others' pussy THIS was something completely different!
******
I was sitting by myself on a hill a bit off the beaten path gazing out at the lake. My phone had buzzed a few times but I kept ignoring it. I needed some alone time to process things.
As I sat there I knew there was no point in denying it to myself anymore. The thought about fucking my father was driving me wild! It was such a wild and kinky thing that my interest in it was off the chart.
However I was still stuck with two very big problems: How in the hell could I tell Ashley about this AND more importantly how the hell could I gauge if my father had any interest?
I sighed as I stood up. For a moment I missed my mom. I was always able to talk to her about stuff. THAT thought caused me to burst out laughing. THIS was not the kind of thing I could talk to my mother about. I rolled my eyes as I thought about how THAT conversation would go? 'Hey mom, how did you seduce dad? Got any tips for me?'
No, I shook my head. That would not go over well. I sighed as my phone buzzed again. I reached into my bag and answered it. "Hey Ash," I said in a monotone voice.
"Where the hell have you been?" she playfully fired at me. "I've been trying to get in touch with you for like all day!"
"Sorry," I sighed. "Just needed some alone time."
