It's funny. To the outside world I was the nice, sweet, good one. But in my own head, I was a very bad girl. I guess most girls have had crushes on their daddies. I'd never told anyone, not even my twin, Jessica. And I don't think that most girls have fantasies quite as perverted as mine.
Twins are supposed to be really close, right? Well Jessica and I have never been incredibly close. I mean, we like each other, we love each other, but we're just two very different people, always have been. Jess was always the wild child, the party girl, trouble with a capital T. And I was the good twin, the shy, bookish one. We looked pretty much alike; not identical but very similar: both of us were slim and not particularly busty, and we both had dark hair that we wore long; but our physical appearance was where the similarities ended.
It was our first weekend home from college (Jess had gone to Vassar, I was at NYU); and yes, I was snooping. It's a bad habit, but what can I say? I found what I was looking for, pretty much right away. I had snuck into my dad's study while everyone else was out back, and what I found made me instantly wet. Not the content- it wasn't my flavor of porn at all; youngish looking models with too much makeup and really big boobs and lots of messy blowjobs; it was the fact that it was my dad's naughty secret that really turned my crank.
I guess Mom and Dad must have had sex at some point; I mean they had Jess and me. But I'd be willing to bet they haven't done it again in the nineteen years since we came along. I still remember and shudder at the 'sex education' talk that Mom tried to give us when Jess and I were about 13. She made sex sound about as appealing as having an un-anaesthetized appendectomy. I also remember something she had once said in an offhand way about oral sex (I think it was during Bill Clinton's second term); she said she'd rather die than put that filthy thing in her mouth. Mom has gotten more and more judgmental and severe as we got older, and more and more often her answer to everything is 'read your bible'. She's constantly on a diet, and looks hard, pinched. My dad, on the other hand, is a good looking, affable man in his early fifties who works out a few times a week and laughs a lot. I guess I never quite gotten over the crush I'd had on him in high school.
Most evenings, before dinner, dad would go up to his study and 'work on paperwork'. And I wondered, yes I did! That evening, after dad shut himself in the study, I snuck around to the window and peeked inside. Sure enough, dad was scrolling through a series of pictures of a blonde chick with big, fake looking boobs, enthusiastically slurping on a big cock. Best of all, as far as I was concerned, he had his trousers down, and his non-mousing hand was busy between his legs. I couldn't exactly see his cock, but it certainly didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. I got incredibly turned on, and I felt my pussy get suddenly slippery, knowing that I was watching my father jack off.
My peeping, and my dad's masturbating, were rudely interrupted by my mom calling us to dinner. He scrambled to get his pants up, while I scrambled to not look like I was peeking in the study window. We both made it to the dinner table looking, I must say, pretty casual.
