Well, I’ll admit it’. I got taken’and by 2 girls half my age, no less, and one of them was even my daughter, Karen. They made me feel foolish, but also made me feel like the greatest man on earth, at the same time.
Here’s the background. I dated a slut, she was a beautiful, blonde, brown-eyed beauty who was pretty enough to be a model, but she wouldn’t stay with any guy for much more than a year. When she left me, she left me with a beautiful baby girl to raise. Less than a year old when her mom left, Karen was the apple of her daddy’s eye.
She grew up to have her mom’s figure and body, slim and athletic, but with a few features from daddy’s side, too. Beautiful, brunette hair with a tinge of red to it, and blue eyes that could impale your heart in an instant.
Not having any mom around, and her Grandparents and other family being 400 miles away, Karen was definitely Daddy’s Girl. She grew up into a Tomboy’hating dresses and having more fun by helping Daddy fix his car, bike, or 4x4, than she ever had with any doll that anyone ever gave her.
She had few friends as she got older’girls mostly avoided her because she didn’t care for most of the things other girls enjoyed, dolls, dresses, teen heartthrobs. She’d rather talk cars, or camping or sports, but most of the boys avoided her because of a fight she got in with one when he tried to touch her. Karen came home with a couple cracked bones in her hand, but one poor football jock got his jaw broken. She was DEFINITELY Daddy’s girl.
She did have one good friend, though. She was a neighbour girl, Chrissy, who’d been picked on since she was a little girl. She’d had a bad stutter ever since she was small, and most of the kids in the neighbourhood, and later, school, had teased her about it. She was very self-conscious about it, and grew up very shy, and introverted. As they grew up together, Karen defended Chrissie more than once, and had earned more than a few bruises doing it, but had also made an undying friendship with a very bright, and pretty young girl.
They both dated occasionally, but usually only together. Needless to say, not many boys wanted to go out with them, and take a chance bruising their ego with Chrissy’s intelligence, or anything else with Karen’s right hook, so they spent a lot of time with me. Whenever I had time, I loved to spend it with these two beauties. Over the years I’d gotten used to Chrissy’s stammer, and she became almost a third member of our little family. We went camping, canoeing, and 4x4ing almost every weekend we had free. I’d even caught Chrissy calling me Dad a few times, and Karen seemed to think it was funny when I mentioned it, Chrissy would just turn beet red.
Things were always comfortable and casual around the house, and it quickly extended to whatever we were doing. I wasn’t picky about clothes around the house, as long as things were kept modest, and the sheers were drawn on the windows, so no one could see. I’d often just lounge in my shorts, and growing up, like most little girls, Karen had no compunction to wear clothes at all, if she could help it. As you’d expect, Chrissy fell into the habit when she stayed over, too, and having a movie night with all three of us curled together on the couch in just shorts and t-shirts was a regular sight.
My biggest problem was that both of them were growing up. When they were little girls, things were easy’. and so were all their questions. Getting through puberty was hell for a single dad with a daughter, but Chrissy’s mom was a godsend, and a good friend. But they both started to bloom about the same time, and that was what started my problems. I hated the idea of missing out on our movie nights, and our casualness around the house, but I was feeling more and more uncomfortable being around two very pretty, sexy, almost naked girls. Being aroused around, and by, my own daughter and her best friend was driving me nuts. I did my best to control my urges, but I know that they caught me ogling them more than once, and I spent more and more of my time alone stroking myself to mental images of them.
Then I started getting email photos at work. Pictures that made me feel even more frustrated. Very explicit pictures. At first, I figured they were sent by someone at work, or one of those porn sites that sends out spam email, since it was an anonymous email address. I ruled that possibility out, quickly, though, since the letter that with each could only be meant for me, considering some of the very personal details that were included. This had me quite confused, since many of the details were things that no one outside of the family would know, but there was never any clue who it was. I was horny, frustrated and confused, and getting worse every day. It didn’t help when the emails started arriving at my home, either. I wanted to know who was sending these, and asking me if I’d love to fuck the girls in the pictures. Even though their faces were never shown, they were fantastic looking girls. I’d bed either one of them in an instant, if I had the chance.
My daughter seemed to sense that something was wrong. I seemed more distant from her than I ever had. She seemed a little worried that I didn’t want to talk about what was bothering me, and she got angry. We had a pretty bad fight, and when she stormed out of the room on me, I almost wanted to cry. I guess she phoned Chrissy, because about 10 minutes later, she showed up at the door, asking to see Karen. Ten minutes later they both show up at my den door, where I’d just found another email, making me feel even worse. I minimized the picture when they walked in, so they couldn’t see it.
‘Hi daddy’. I’m sorry for getting mad at you.’
‘I’m sorry for blowing up at you too, baby. You aren’t what’s making me mad and frustrated.’
‘I know, daddy’it’s those emails, isn’t it’’
‘You know about those’’’ Now I was REALLY confused’. I hadn’t breathed a word about those to her.
‘How do you know about them’’
Chrissy was the first to crack’and started to giggle. I got suspicious’. I glared at her.
She broke. ‘It w-w-w-w-was us, M-m-m-m-mister M’ Her stammering getting worse as she tried to control her giggles rather than her speech.
‘W-w-w-w-w-we sent the em-m-m-m-m-mails t-t-t-to y-y-y-you’
