Dad Discovers His 18-Year-Old Daughter's Secret Life with Her BFF Through Keystroke Reader

My Daughters Phone (part 3)

a reintroduction of the characters:
Kelly- my 18 year old daughter. Amy's BFF, 5'4”, 110 pounds with a perky B cup
Amy- my daughter's 18 year old BFF 5'7”, 125 pounds, 36B's She has experimented sexually with my daughter. Which kind of got me into this mess.
Julia- Kelly and Amy's close friend. Almost a BFF but you can't have 2 BFF's apparently. My daughter 'spared' her virginity in the last chapter. I don't know much about her...yet
Mr. Paul Trainer- their geography teacher
Me- Kelly's Dad. An unwilling victim? Or a Dad just looking out for his daughter?

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I slept the whole day. After the fuck up that the night before was I needed time to think in a well rested mind.
1) I had to get my daughter back on my team. That was critical.
2) How could I get the three of them, Julia, Amy, and my daughter Kelly, the most out of this. Maybe a college education and some sexual awareness as well.
3) Did I really want to do this?
4) Repercussions? And would I be able to get us through this if we failed

I really wanted to sleep some more but my version of living the dream includes the death of a decent nights sleep. No phone in the bathroom. Towels on the floor, hairdryer still plugged in, make-up left out.

Kelly was pissed! That I knew. This was here way of showing it. I picked up her towels, put her hair dryer back under the sink, and tried to organize her makeup in a spot out of my way. Then I walked to the taps and turned the water to an overly warm shower. The air was thick with steam when I emerged from the shower enclosure. Clean and dripping.

Then I saw it. Kelly must have drawn it this morning while the shower stall was steamed up after her shower. It was a happy face with a tear dripping from one of the eyes. I sobbed as I saw this. It was the drawing I had put on her books and homework as she was growing up. Well minus the tear.

That was the deciding factor. I had to have my Princess back on my 'team'. Our team. But how? I couldn't afford to pay her to stay home. I'd be broke in no time. Then what I had heard her yell at me last night before she left my room forced it's way to the front of my thoughts, “Daddy the three of us have talked about this ALL day AND we are going to do it”.

I got dressed and went to sign in on my lap top. I signed in, was checking my email when I received an email telling me about a 'keystroke reader'. I looked into it and decided I would look into this more at work. But seeing the time I had to jett or I'd be late for work.

“Shit' I hadn't even made my lunch. Could this week get any worse? Fuck I hoped not!

The shift went slow. Painfully slow. Even though we were short a man on our line time ran backwards. Although on our lunch break I had ordered a keystroke reader for Kelly's phone. If we were going to do this I wanted to know what she would be doing when I was at work. Summer holidays were coming after all.

The rest of the shift, after lunch, went by at a reasonable pace so as the clock clicked towards two AM I wasn't watching as close as I had been earlier. The line stopped and in a matter of minutes all evidence of any of us being there was gone. We were all going home in a hurry. I was going home too. Hoping that Kelly would be asleep and her phone within easy access. Thinking back to the partial videos of my daughter and Amy that I had seen earlier in the week wanted me to get this keystroke reader on her phone soon.

I pulled into the driveway and shut my lights off while coming up the drive. No lights coming from within the house or the deck behind. Was this good I thought? Was she even home? As I walked through the front door the smell of Vick's Vapor Rub hit me. What the hell? I wondered. Walking into the kitchen I found a note...Dad I have a cold. I have rubbed Vicks all over my forehead and chest. And you may smell it. Sorry. My air purifier is running too. Can you check on me before you go to bed. Signed, Kelly with a happy face.

My thoughts automatically were drawn to my sick daughter. I went up the stairs and quietly opened her door. There she lay. In her pajamas with the top buttons open. The sight of the top of her chest shining from the Vapor Rub. Her breathing was OK and she had a glass of water by her bed. At that point I started thinking about her phone because I saw it was sitting on her nightstand. I grabbed it and took it out to my laptop. The down loadable file was already in my email so I hooked up her phone and transferred the reader to her phone. I set it to record everything sent to her and from her phone including passwords and log in information. A guy at work had mentioned he had put one on his ex wifes' phone and it had saved him “big time” on his divorce. So now all I had to do was wait till she started texting tomorrow, or accessing her email. to see if it would work.

I finished checking my mail. Just a notification that the reader had been installed and that I would start receiving notifications as soon as anything was done on her phone. I shut my lap top down, made tomorrows lunch, had something to eat and then decided I would drop Kelly's phone off on my way to bed. Grabbing an ice cube just in case she woke up and found me in her room. I opened her door and put her phone back in the exact position it had been originally in. Then I dropped an ice cube into her glass when she started to cough. She ended up sitting up in her bed coughing into her closed fist.

“Here Kelly” I said as I passed her the glass of cooling water.

“Thanks for the ice cube Daddy. Are you just getting home?” she asked through a stuffed up nose and sleepy eyes.

“No sweety I've been home for about an hour now. It's 3:35”

“Daddy could you reapply my vapor rub? I don't know if it's still working or not.”

“Of course, where is it”

She hands me a small container off of her bed side table. Lays on her back, and unbuttons her top. Pulling it open to expose her breasts to me. I marvel at their shape and firmness.

“Earth to Dad, come in Daddy” Kelly says, as she opens her eyes and looks up at me.

Taking some into my hands I start to apply it gingerly to her temples and under her nose.

“Do my chest so I can button my shirt back up. I'm freezing”

“Sorry sweaty.” I didn't want to have Kelly's breasts in my hands tonight. Not at all. Well this was for a different reason I convinced myself as I started to massage it into her small cleavage.

She took my hand and moved it away from her cleavage setting it down onto her right boob, “My lungs are out here Daddy”, she commented. As I felt her little nipple harden at

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