Kira started to change her appearance. She started wearing makeup but only a barely noticeable amount. Her jeans and tops got tighter. That summer, she would occasionally try to leave without wearing a bra. Confronting her was a problem because I had problems maintaining eye contact and avoiding her "high beams". Most concerning was that I found a box of condoms in her room. A few had been removed probably for her purse but a careful weekly check indicated that they were not being used. I was concerned and angry. She was also trying to get herself off. One day I heard moaning and noticed her bedroom door was cracked. It was my duty to find out if she was hurt. She wasn't. She was riding her pillow wearing only a pair of boy shorts with her more than a handfuls mashed into the mattress. I retreated. My high school graduate, my eighteen-year-old, my innocent daughter was getting ready to put herself out there and become sexually active. I need to nip this in the bud.
One day Kira didn't arrive home from her summer job at the normal time. My antennae went up to full alert. Using the tracking app on my phone I found she was at the local park five minutes away. I charged down the sidewalk to the park. Hiding behind a utility building, I located her near the area of the skatepark watching Jake and his posse skating. Two things stunned me. First, she was wearing the tightest jeans possible. I suddenly realized my daughter's ass was fine! Second, although she wore a somewhat tight T, she hadn't worn a bra so those "handfuls" were swinging free. Weirdly Jake and his posse paid no attention to what I realized was my superhot tiny daughter. Eventually, she left and shambled home.
For the next few days, Kira spent her time in her room when she wasn't at the coffee shop. She was on her phone constantly both texting and talking with probably her friend, Zoe. I had hoped she had moved on from Jake and his skateboard crew. I was too naive. My young daughter came to me for money to buy clothes. I offered to take her shopping. Not surprisingly she refused. Finally, we agreed on a dollar limit and I gave her my credit card. Not surprisingly she would not model the new clothes for me. A few days later my suspicions were confirmed. With it, I finally had to admit to my stirrings about my daughter.
It was unbelievable but the following Monday, I got a text from one of her friends. No, it was from Kira using her friend Zoe's phone. Kira had forgotten her phone! Wow! I found it and started to drive to her job but then I stopped. This was my perfect opportunity to snoop. Using her lock code, I unlocked her phone. I looked at the text messages. There were dozens with Zoe and other friends but none to Jake. Good so far. I only had a limited amount of time so I only skimmed her messages which seemed to focus on Jake. I then opened her photos app. There were no nudes! Thank God. Then a closer inspection found something as disquieting. She had taken selfies of her new clothes for her friends and my heart nearly stopped.
The first photo that stuttered my heart was a simple pair of shorts. They were very thin and very tight. I enlarged the photo for the front of them. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to make out whether I could see my daughter's lips in the pic. Deciding I couldn't, I swiped to the next one and my lungs completely shut down. It was a rear view of the shorts. The vertical seam was at the bottom of Kira's crack and her butt cheeks were elegantly lifted and separated. She had a world-class ass. Oh my fucking God! Swiping again I was confronted by a tight tank top. Kira was braless and her breasts were high and firm. Her nipples were so, so prominent. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I kept swiping. There were other shorts, other tops, thongs, boy shorts, the whole nine yards. I realized two things. First, I had lost track of time and I needed to get this phone to Kira. As I stood up, I realized the second thing. I had a raging hard-on. It eventually went down but I was pulling into the strip mall parking lot when it finally returned to normal. What the hell was wrong with me? What kind of pervert was I? And what was Kira going to get up to with Jake and his crew? I realized that again my cock was hard and pulsing straight up. I looked down and the head had crested the top of my shorts in all its purple glory. I may be Herbie but Hung is my middle name! And I hadn't used this endowment in a while. Things might get confusing and very interesting.
