Daughter Dearest

He was clearly unaware of her presence within the slim crack of the open doorframe; consumed with finishing up.

Julie snapped herself out of it. She blinked and revved to life, quietly grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door back to its more closed state as she turned and lightly patted her feet across the carpeted hallway back to the her room. She closed the door behind and leaned against it, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Did. That. Just. Fucking. Happen.

It was almost like adding insult to injury. Mere hours after making the ground-shaking discovery that her own father had potentially been ogling and who-knows-what-else over a picture of her nude body, she had to accidentally soak in a naked eyeful of him herself.

What were the odds?

It was almost laughable, and she did curl a quick grin. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen him naked. But that was just her luck…going to confront him about her own personal boobage being digitally showcased on his laptop and instead practically walking dead-smack into a visual brick wall of his naked ass and dick.

God, that thing was HUGE!

Okay, maybe not HUGE, but it certainly had some length and thickness to it. Did it look that way the last time she had seen it with younger and more novice eyes? Maybe her mind was embellishing because of the shock of the situation.

Why was she still thinking of her father’s dick, anyway? She tried to shake it from her vision, but suddenly it were as if her feelings on that day’s earlier odd situation had done a complete reversal and she had forgotten all about it, because there was a slight tingling buzz reverberating through her body enough to make her hands barely shake in excitement.

“Holy shit. I just totally saw my father’s penis,” she kept thinking to herself.

It was like she forgot about her own naked photo altogether.

In the hour that followed, he still hadn’t come to check in on her. She figured he could’ve while she was sleeping, before taking his shower, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. She had gone back to watching TV, but the on-screen dramatizations were like white noise against all the thoughts racing through her head.

It was a small charge of electric excitement she had not experienced before. Her pre-set brain barriers were trying to emphasize to her that it wasn’t sexual excitement, that it was merely excitement due to surprise for something not often seen and never thought about.

But it was like seeing something forbidden. She couldn’t help but feel like it was a turn on for that reason alone.

And then she began to flip the mental coin. Was that what it was like for him, looking at her naked photo? Just an excitement emerging from a taboo notion that he was seeing something he wasn’t allowed to see? Something that wasn’t considered normal or conventional?

Then she began to weigh his motives, and a sense of possible understanding began to eek and melt away her insecurities about the photo discovery. His unfaithful wife left him seven years ago, and he’s barely made an attempt to date. Not that he was socially awkward or ugly.

On the contrary, he was very likeably outgoing and the friend or two Julie had shown his picture to had commented on what a DILF he was (Dad I’d Like to Fuck) for such a young-looking and fit man at forty-five. Which obviously Julie thought was gross at the time.

But maybe it was evident that he was perfectly content with his spunky daughter being the only female presence that truly mattered in his life, so perhaps he didn’t find it necessary to venture into the dating world.

And of course being a man, he had sexual needs and urges that may have been better satisfied mentally at the thought of who he was most comfortable with, and that sure as hell wasn’t going to be his selfish-bitch-of-an-ex-wife.

Maybe it didn’t point to him being some kind of twisted incest-driven freak. Maybe she was just his mental security blanket from having to get hurt in a relationship again.

Julie was no psychologist, but it seemed feasible. After all, wasn’t he the most important man in HER life? Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t felt the need much to date, aside from putting him and school at the forefront of importance in her life. That’s why she stayed local for college and lived at home.

A small burst of energy flared between Julie’s legs, like a match had been struck and the flame blown out just as quickly. She felt a tinge of wetness.

Holy fuck.

Did she just get a little wet thinking about… her father?

No. No, no, no. She was just over excited, that’s all. A natural bodily reaction. Her body didn’t know it was her father’s genitalia she was staring at, even though her mind and heart knew. It was just biology.

That led to her wondering about how his cock must get hard thinking about her with her photo, and it was as if any negative or concerned complications about her discovery had dissipated. It was almost… flattering. Flattering thinking how someone, even her own father, could appreciate her naked body and beauty so much that it would instill insurmountable physical pleasure.

Any thoughts of how long he had her photo were now being replaced with thoughts of how many times he had cum looking at it. It suddenly made her feel special.

And it wasn’t a sense of sympathy for him, either, like she was sad he had to resort to that instead of seeking out pussy his own age (and not of his own blood). She didn’t feel sorry for him in some pathetic way. She almost felt… proud. Proud he was appreciating her in that kind of way. And she didn’t want him to feel ashamed.

Maybe that’s what compelled her to make her next move.

Part of her thought she was crazy; that she was losing her grip on reality because of the two things that happened that day, but mostly it was the newfound sense of excitement flowing through her like she was some kind of reinvigorated power station of possible delight.

Julie walked into the hallway toward the bathroom. She could still hear the TV on in her father’s bedroom. She beelined into the bathroom and closed the door, proceeding to strip naked and twist the knobs for the shower.

That innocent angel on her shoulder was once again figuratively assuring her that a cold shower would set her mechanics straight, while that sparky devil on the other shoulder was urging her to fuck the horniness out of her buzzing cunt with her fingers.

She did pitter-patter the top of her shortly grassed pussy a few times while the hot steamy water sprayed on her naked frame from above, but she held back in regards to what she had planned.

Minutes later, after stepping out of the shower and drying her hair just enough so that it still looked a bit stringy and wet, she wrapped a towel around her waist and walked back into the hallway, eyeballing her father’s door as she playfully bit her lower lip. If he wanted to see her naked… he was damn well going to see her naked.

THAT’S how she was going to confront him about the photo. She would get to the bottom of all this the most directly effective way… by showing HER naked bottom.

She was excited, but she was sane. She was in control. She was ready. She knocked her knuckles against the door and slowly pushed it open, peeking inside.

“Dad?” she called out.

Her father, dressed in a tee-shirt and boxers, turned his head to see her and sat up in his bed, bringing his body back to life after it had clearly been vegging out for a bit.

“Honey,” he mumbled. “Hey. Saw you were asleep earlier. Didn’t wanna wake you. How’s it going?”

“Good. Fine,” Julie replied, coming more into the room and stopping at the door. She crossed her arms and would be lying if she said she wasn’t even a little nervous. It was certainly showing on her face. “I was wondering if… I could, like, talk to you about something?”

He rubbed his face and turned the volume of the TV down, tossing the remote aside.

“Sure, what’s up?”

Her eyes trailed along the floor, almost as if purposely keeping them off him. “I, uh… I, um…” she fumbled with her words.

“Jules? You okay, baby? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, but I mean, not to me, I mean, yes to me, kind of, just something I wanted to bring up,” she said.

He shuffled himself a little forward on the bed with some concern. She took a breath and stepped over, gently sitting on the edge of the bed in the towel before him while keeping her eyes away. “I just wanted you to know that I, um, I found it,” she finally stated.

“Found what?” he wondered, bending his eyebrows in confusion.

This time, Julie veered her eyes over and locked them into his. “I found IT,” she repeated more directly.

He shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”

“The photo.”

“What photo?”

“You know what photo. The photo of me. On your laptop.”

He gave a shaky grin. “I’ve got a bunch of photos of you on there, Jules, You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Is the naked selfie of me specific enough?” she flatly challenged.

He didn’t respond at first. He mustered a somewhat confused shape on his face, slowly shaking his head. “I really don’t…”

Julie reached out and touched his leg. “You don’t have to make excuses,” she calmly assured him. “I’m not mad or anything. I thought I might be at first, but I’ve gotten over it, pretty quickly.”

“Listen, hun, there might be pictures on there I don’t know about from getting some off your phone. You remember a while back when I had to try to fix that volume issue on it? I transferred some from our trip to the mountains and…”