A Secret Revealed
My bedroom is directly across the hall from our bathroom; and there is a
small gap around one side where the bathroom door doesn't fit tightly. One
night when I was about 12; I was sitting on my bed doing homework when I saw
daddy go into the bathroom with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn't
think anything of it...he did that a lot. "Going to the Library", he would
say. But this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And;
even at 12 years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn't
know what kind of fascination that type of book held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while until my eyes caught some
sort of "quick" movement in the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see
through the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then totally amazed
and surprised me! My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine and
had his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and down. Now; I had never seen a
man's thing before. Oh; I knew about them from SexEd at school...and I even
knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn't prepared for how BIG it got during
an erection. And daddy had AN ERECTION!! " Was it something in the magazine
that did that to him?" I wondered.
At any rate; his movements increased in speed and intensity and his breathing
seemed to be labored an short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and
then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl. Then; he seemed to
instantly become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the
magazine and left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my
school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn't be good if he knew I was
watching...whatever the heck I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never understood why. Daddy
wouldn't talk much about it; except to refer to her as a "Two-Timing
Bitch"...whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being
me and daddy...in fact I kind of liked it that way. About all I remember of
Mom was a hard, grouchy woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort
of missed having a woman around...like when I started having periods and
developing breasts and stuff like that. Anyway; with the help of daddy's
sister, Aunt Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much more attention to
Daddy's frequent trips to the "Library". I noticed one night while watching
that I was wet "down there". I had awakened from my sleep with the same
problem a few times and "it" felt "funny". At first; I thought something was
wrong with me; but Aunt Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman."
Anyway; as I watched Daddy, I let my hand wander down "there" and sort of
instantly started stroking myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit
of THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have had an orgasm; 'cause
I let out a yelp or something. Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, "Honey are
you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, daddy" I replied and proceeded to make some sort of excuse
about sticking myself with a pin or something. If he only knew how "fine" I
was...I had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!!!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one Saturday and Daddy was just
coming out of the bathroom with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first
not to notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble rolling the book up
where I couldn't see the cover. It seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier
he got...and the harder I tried to pretend I didn't see; the more my eyes went
straight to the magazine. Then all of a sudden, someone's voice said "It's ok,
Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! It was MY VOICE saying
that! Daddy simply said "Oh." and went into his bedroom. When he came out he
no longer had the magazine; but he did have sort of an embarrassed look on his
face.
"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like that; with naked women in
them?" I blurted out.
"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out the words.
"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never read them in here in the
living room or anything; so I just wondered" I said...hoping that my answer
made some sort of sense.
"Well, honey, it's sort of a private 'man' thing." he said. It's exciting for
a man to see woman with little or no clothing on."
"Well; I'm a young woman now. Does it excite you to see me like that?"
"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.
"Daddy, please don't be mad at me...I just want to know! I don't understand
about stuff like that!!" I almost begged.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.
"No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren't
supposed to excite Daddy's."
"Why?" I pressed.
"'Cause they're just not." he flatly stated. That pretty much ended the
conversation.
But it didn't end for me in my head. OK. call me weird or whatever, but I
made up my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing
less and less around the house. I would come out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel; and even let it slip down almost off my breasts a time or
two. But Daddy didn't seem to notice! Damn It! One time when he was in the
bathroom shaving, I left the door to my room open a little and stripped down
to my bra and panties and then pretended to be looking for an outfit to wear.
Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I saw his head turn toward my room several
times...he even nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped he
wasn't hurt; I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to objectively describe myself for
those of you who are wondering. I'm about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly
long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. At last count I
weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good tan, thanks in part to the above-ground
pool daddy had installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-a/22/35. I
know; not much in the chest department, but they are firm and cone-shaped with
rose-pink nipples that turn up just a little at THE END
small gap around one side where the bathroom door doesn't fit tightly. One
night when I was about 12; I was sitting on my bed doing homework when I saw
daddy go into the bathroom with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn't
think anything of it...he did that a lot. "Going to the Library", he would
say. But this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And;
even at 12 years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn't
know what kind of fascination that type of book held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while until my eyes caught some
sort of "quick" movement in the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see
through the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then totally amazed
and surprised me! My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine and
had his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and down. Now; I had never seen a
man's thing before. Oh; I knew about them from SexEd at school...and I even
knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn't prepared for how BIG it got during
an erection. And daddy had AN ERECTION!! " Was it something in the magazine
that did that to him?" I wondered.
At any rate; his movements increased in speed and intensity and his breathing
seemed to be labored an short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and
then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl. Then; he seemed to
instantly become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the
magazine and left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my
school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn't be good if he knew I was
watching...whatever the heck I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never understood why. Daddy
wouldn't talk much about it; except to refer to her as a "Two-Timing
Bitch"...whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being
me and daddy...in fact I kind of liked it that way. About all I remember of
Mom was a hard, grouchy woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort
of missed having a woman around...like when I started having periods and
developing breasts and stuff like that. Anyway; with the help of daddy's
sister, Aunt Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much more attention to
Daddy's frequent trips to the "Library". I noticed one night while watching
that I was wet "down there". I had awakened from my sleep with the same
problem a few times and "it" felt "funny". At first; I thought something was
wrong with me; but Aunt Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman."
Anyway; as I watched Daddy, I let my hand wander down "there" and sort of
instantly started stroking myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit
of THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have had an orgasm; 'cause
I let out a yelp or something. Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, "Honey are
you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, daddy" I replied and proceeded to make some sort of excuse
about sticking myself with a pin or something. If he only knew how "fine" I
was...I had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!!!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one Saturday and Daddy was just
coming out of the bathroom with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first
not to notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble rolling the book up
where I couldn't see the cover. It seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier
he got...and the harder I tried to pretend I didn't see; the more my eyes went
straight to the magazine. Then all of a sudden, someone's voice said "It's ok,
Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! It was MY VOICE saying
that! Daddy simply said "Oh." and went into his bedroom. When he came out he
no longer had the magazine; but he did have sort of an embarrassed look on his
face.
"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like that; with naked women in
them?" I blurted out.
"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out the words.
"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never read them in here in the
living room or anything; so I just wondered" I said...hoping that my answer
made some sort of sense.
"Well, honey, it's sort of a private 'man' thing." he said. It's exciting for
a man to see woman with little or no clothing on."
"Well; I'm a young woman now. Does it excite you to see me like that?"
"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.
"Daddy, please don't be mad at me...I just want to know! I don't understand
about stuff like that!!" I almost begged.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.
"No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren't
supposed to excite Daddy's."
"Why?" I pressed.
"'Cause they're just not." he flatly stated. That pretty much ended the
conversation.
But it didn't end for me in my head. OK. call me weird or whatever, but I
made up my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing
less and less around the house. I would come out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel; and even let it slip down almost off my breasts a time or
two. But Daddy didn't seem to notice! Damn It! One time when he was in the
bathroom shaving, I left the door to my room open a little and stripped down
to my bra and panties and then pretended to be looking for an outfit to wear.
Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I saw his head turn toward my room several
times...he even nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped he
wasn't hurt; I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to objectively describe myself for
those of you who are wondering. I'm about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly
long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. At last count I
weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good tan, thanks in part to the above-ground
pool daddy had installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-a/22/35. I
know; not much in the chest department, but they are firm and cone-shaped with
rose-pink nipples that turn up just a little at THE END
