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Bill was smiling as he tightened the last screw. He then looked at his handiwork, a very small camera he had mounted on a joist in the ceiling of his basement. The ceiling had never been properly finished, and with all the piping and cabling already there, this small camera would be essentially invisible.
He nevertheless had plans on how to make it even less detectable and spent the next fifteen minutes doing just that. He then went up to his computer and installed the software, making sure that everything worked as expected. Once all that was done, Bill sat comfortably in his favorite chair, smiling as he drank his coffee.
Bill, despite what he was eventually going to see on one of the video clip, wasn't a voyeur. It hadn't even crossed his mind that he might catch his daughter Lucy having sex with her boyfriend. Nope, not even once. Despite the fact that he was a single father he was convinced that he had raised his daughter well. He knew that Lucy had grown into a confident, self-respecting girl and that she would wait a long time before having sex with her boyfriend.
Despite the fact that she was eighteen, Bill didn't fear that his daughter would have sex too young. He was afraid of something else. The camera had only one purpose: catching Lucy and her boyfriend smoking pot. He had made it crystal clear to her what his stance on the subject was and while she had tried to reassure him about it, Bill wasn't convinced.
Once or twice he had gone to the basement and had smelled a funny odor. The thing was that Bill didn't actually know what pot smoke smelled like. All he had heard was that it was funny. A couple of weeks ago he had decided that he had to know for sure and had bought the camera.
Now all he had to do was wait. Lucy and her boyfriend often spent evenings more or less alone in the basement whilst Bill was upstairs. He was pretty sure they wouldn't smoke while he was in the house, but when he wasn't and so for the following week he gave them opportunity to be alone in the basement. Nothing happened. They did spend some time down there, and the camera was working as intended. But all he got was long discussions, some kissing, light petting and long moments where both of them were typing on their phones.
That, Bill couldn't understand. Why spend hours texting to other people when you're sitting with your boyfriend. He was glad to see that Lucy wasn't going any further than very light petting though. At eighteen and while she was living under his roof, Lucy also knew that this was the limit.
Yet Bill smiled, thinking "Poor guy."
Despite being her father, Bill was fully aware that Lucy was remarkably beautiful and sexy. Bright green eyes, long reddish blonde hair waving way below her shoulders and a sprinkling of light freckles on her cheeks, she stood out in any crowd. She still had the long-limped, coltish look of a teenager, but in the past six months her breasts and hips had really started to grow and Lucy looked more and more like a stunning young woman, still learning to dress appropriately.
Looking at her on the video, Bill could see that her shirt was way too tight and that it made her breasts stand out like disproportionate mountains on her slim frame. Remembering how he had felt with his girlfriends at eighteen, Bill felt some pity for Connor, Lucy's boyfriend. "He probably had a hard-on right then!" he laughed.
As he watched Connor, he also felt slightly uneasy. He hadn't noticed it the first time he had seen him months ago, but it was now obvious that Connor was built almost exactly like him. Both Bill and Connor were tall, large men with wide shoulders and big hands. While part of him was flattered that Lucy would go for guys that looked like him, it also worried him a bit. Not too much though, Bill thought. "Large and tall was what proper men should look like."
Without even being fully conscious of what he was doing, Bill rewound the clip to their most intense petting session and his eyes locked onto Connors's hand as it briefly squeezed Lucy's breasts. As Bill watched, for the second time, that generous breast being pushed upwards, watched the young and firm flesh forced higher and higher, he couldn't deny feeling a pulse of pleasure. Of unacceptable pleasure. He closed the video and deleted it. "Nothing about pot on there, so no need to keep it." He took a few deep breaths before getting up and going out to work on his car.
***
Thinking about what she had done the previous evening, Lucy smiled to herself. She was alone in her room and remembered the joint she had shared with Connor. And his hands all over her. Hmm... Sweet memories. As she browsed pictures of him from last summer, from the very day when she had met him on the beach, she smiled softly, acknowledging the faint but perceptible throb between her legs. One of those pictures was her absolute favorite. Connor was jumping during a beach volleyball game, both his arms in the air and she could see his wide, powerful chest in full glory.
They both spent the rest of the summer together, kissing and hugging and petting each other as often as they could. As summer faded into fall and those early explorations turned into more intimate caresses. She still remembered when he had first touched then grasped her naked breast under her night shirt. The thrill she had felt and a few weeks later, when she had touched and sucked his cock, her very first cock. In a matter of days he had cum many, many times in her mouth becoming what he said was an excellent cocksucker. As naughty as that sounded, Lucy had felt a strange pride.
And now that her breasts were just big enough to wrap around his large cock, they had added tittyfucking to their repertoire. Of course, her dad had no idea that they were playing like this. He probably would fly into a rage! But they were both eighteen, in love and couldn't get enough of each other. Besides, she had made it perfectly clear to Connor that she was not ready to get into any sort of vaginal, or even anal sex. It had frustrated him at first, especially since she was not his first serious girlfriend. Given that he was her own first, she wanted to take things slow.
In turn, it pissed her off that he didn't want to eat her pussy. Mary, one of her friends, had talked to her about receiving oral sex, describing it as the best thing in the world. But despite the fact that Lucy was a eager and talented cock sucker, Connor didn't want to eat her. She had to admit that while the thought of saying no to blowjobs was certainly an option, she enjoyed it too much. She really did want to save her virginity for later, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy sex!
The same night Mary had talked to her about cunnilingus, she had also asked a very pointed question. "Lucy, have you noticed that your boyfriend and your dad are like, very alike?"
Lucy had laughed, brushing it off by saying that she simply liked manly guys. Mary's boyfriend was a small, thin guy and despite the fact that he did eat Mary's pussy, she simply couldn't be with a guy like this. Mary wasn't into big burly guys, so she hadn't minded the comment and they changed the subject.
But now, thinking about that conversation, Lucy knew that Mary had touched a sensitive subject. She knew perfectly well, that Connor looked like her dad. From the moment she met him, she had noticed. It wasn't an accident either. As she browsed other pictures from last summer, she found some of her dad in his swim trunks. He didn't look like the current heartthrobs her friends liked. Not at all. He was just a tall, big and powerful man. And while Lucy liked to watch pictures of Connor, she secretly liked watching pictures of her dad as well.
She knew it was naughty beyond words but she couldn't help it. Early last summer she had bought her red bikini for Connor, but even in the dressing room, she couldn't help herself and tried to imagine how her father would react. Would he see her as a little girl wearing a bikini that was too sexy or as a sexy young woman?
Well, after a few times wearing it around him, she didn't know. He had certainly noticed it, but she didn't know how it had affected him.
Maybe someday she would go too far trying to please or even seduce him. Playing with a pen in her mouth, she grinned, wondering if she could come up with a plan. "Nah!" she thought. "That's insane! Being infatuated with your father was one thing, but actively trying to seduce him... Shit! I can already imagine what the psychologists would say!" She closed her laptop and tried to forget about it and focused on Connor.
***
Later that week, Bill left the house on a Friday night, letting Lucy and Connor spend part of the evening alone. He knew they would be busy working on their costumes for the Halloween party later that night, but he turned on the camera nonetheless. He had given Lucy his permission to go to the very late party, and had been blessed with a huge hug as she thanked him. As he had closed his arms around her slim back, he had felt her round breasts against his chest and had briefly remembered Connors's big hand on her breast.
Now at a pub with some friends, he wondered if his fears about pot smoking were founded. Lucy wasn't in the habit of disobeying him, Connor was a good guy and knew that pot was forbidden, so maybe the camera had been an overreaction. At 10 o'clock Bill left the pub and headed home, knowing that Lucy and Connor would be already gone. He wondered if she should call a cab, as he had enjoyed more beers than he had anticipated. He decided against it, and the trip back home was fine. He sat at his computer and loaded up the video. He saw them coming down and working on their costumes for a bit.
And then it happened. Connor pulled out a joint and Lucy helped him to light it. They opened the window to blow most of the smoke outside. For the next five minutes, Bill watched them smoking pot, his anger getting worse and worse. Eventually he got up from the chair and paced his room.
What would he do? What would he say? What kind of punishment would they get? As he wondered about these questions, he didn't watch the video that was still playing.
Eventually though, something caught his eye. When he looked he was shocked. Lucy was on her knees in front of the couch, sucking Connor's cock for all she was worth. Bill's anger overflowed and his first instinct was to go to the Halloween party and bring Lucy back forcefully. Yet beneath this seething anger was also an undeniable burst of lust and envy. As he sat down Bill watched Connor's big hands, so similar to his, holding a fistful of Lucy's hair as she sucked him. When Bill placed his thumb over Connor's face on the screen, Bill's eye widened: it truly looked like it was himself.
