Stefanie’s Diary

June 15th

Damn, I am so fucking horny right now! Okay, while it’s still fresh in my head…

I couldn’t fall asleep, yet again, and I thought I heard a noise in the kitchen. At first I thought I should ignore it, but dammit, it was two in the morning! What if it was a burglar or something? Well, I thought about going to my dad’s room and letting him know, but I decided to check it out myself just in case it wasn’t anything. I snuck into the hallway and silently crept towards the kitchen. I heard a cupboard door shut and figured that it must be my dad. No burglar’s going to go through kitchen cupboards. I still decided to be sneaky because I didn’t want my dad to be concerned that I was still awake. (Those bad dreams again of my last boyfriend trying to hurt me were keeping me awake.)

I could hear the sound of the faucet now just briefly before it turned off and I could peek around the corner to see into the kitchen, and sure enough, it was my dad—but oh shit! He was totally naked! That was more of a surprise to me than anything! He didn’t see me yet as he was fiddling with a pill bottle. Oh right, his shoulder must still be bothering him, I thought. He had hurt it while playing basketball with some of his work buddies a few days ago. He had landed on it after getting fouled. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he bruised his shoulder up pretty bad and he got some pills to deal with the pain.

I watched as he struggled with the bottle and was able to take two pills out, but I could tell his arm was shaking. He must really be hurting! He put the lid back on the bottle, and in the process one of the pills fell out of his hand and tinked around on the kitchen tile.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to stifle himself from being too loud. It bounced underneath the edge of the cupboard near the sink, but once he’d set the pill bottle down and started looking around for it, I could tell he didn’t know where it went. I just had to do something…

“I see it!” I said as I trotted into the kitchen and squatted down at the sink, much to my father’s surprise. I quickly grabbed the sneaky pill and handed it to him while I was still squatting. I couldn’t help but see his very nice-looking (and definitely nice-sized) cock at a close level to my eyesight.

He was hurting too much to be modest about his nudity, evidently, for he didn’t even bother trying to cover himself up.

“Thanks, sweetie. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“In such pain? Oh daddy, I hate knowing that you’re hurting so much!”

“Oh it’s not that, Stefi, it’s, well, I’m not exactly wearing anything if you haven’t noticed.”

“So what,” I said, finally standing up, “it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked man before, or you naked before, for that matter.”

He swallowed the pills and then gasped for breath.

I thought he’d question me about that, but he didn’t.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” he said, using both arms to push against the countertop as it looked like he tried to adjust his shoulder by pushing against the counter, trying to find relief for his pain.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said as I went behind him and gently placed my hands softly on his shoulders.

Even though he was hurting, he still smelled good. He had spent a long time in the shower earlier running hot water on his sore shoulder.

“Can I rub it for you?” I asked and even though I meant his shoulder, I immediately thought that it could also mean his cock, which at first surprised me, but then sort of made me feel excited in a naughty way.

If he’d have asked me to rub his cock, I totally would have! Oh Stefi, you’re so naughty!

Without saying anything, he just nodded and looked down while still pushing down on the counter with both arms. Evidently that eased some of his pain a little while he waited for the medicine to kick in.

I slowly and carefully started to massage his upper shoulders, and they were so tight! I felt so bad for him right then and there. My poor dad!

While carefully rubbing his shoulders, I couldn’t help but admire my dad’s firm butt. He plays a lot of active sports games with his buddies from work as well as from his gym, so I can assure you, my dad’s in pretty good shape.

I carefully and slowly moved my hands down his back and along his sides. If I was braver, I would have totally squeezed his butt, but I touched him on the sides of his legs, which believe you me, was still pretty sensual. I could feel myself getting more than a little worked up.

I kissed him on his hurt shoulder and asked sweetly, “Is there anything else I can help you with, daddy?”

“I, uh,” he stammered, “you’ve been more than helpful, sweetie. My shoulder actually is feeling a lot better.”

I could see just barely from the side that his cock had gotten noticeably bigger. I was making him hard! How awesome was that? My heart did a little flutter in my chest even.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel even…better?” I paused on the better, hoping he’d catch my hint.

“You’ve been so helpful, honey, I…I think I’ll go back to bed now.”

“I’m always here for you, daddy, just let me know.”

He tried his best to hide his erection from me as he hurried back to his room after saying a quick “Good night.”

Now here I am back in my room, and all I can think about is my dad’s hard dick and my pussy is so wet that I’m practically dripping on everything. I already took off my night shirt before even writing this much.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Well, shit, I’m just going to have to masturbate again before I’ll be able to fall asleep this time, I just know it!

June 16th

I gave myself some of the best orgasms in recent memory last night thinking about my dad and about doing sexy things with him.

I went to sleep all happy and had the coolest dream!

In it, my dad and I were walking all over the place, from fields to mountains, to the ocean, and I didn’t notice it at first, but I realized that we were both naked and super happy about it the whole time.

We didn’t seem to mind and nobody else anywhere ever seemed to notice us.

It was great!

Not a bad dream to be had last night at all!

If all it takes is thinking sexy thoughts about my dad before going to sleep and jilling off a few times, then I can totally handle that!

Shit, I think I’m wet again merely THINKING about thinking about my dad tonight!

How weird is that?

…

Well, Deb flaked on me again.

She said she’d swing by and pick me up after she saw Phil.

What, am I supposed to ride my bicycle, or what?

We live way the hell too far away from anywhere other than the fucking 7-11 on the corner of Sycamore.

Am I the only girl in town who doesn’t have her own car, or what?

…

Alright, Deb just called and said her car is overheating on her and she’s going to have her brother check it out when he gets home.

She barely made it home from the dentist before her heat gauge got in the red.

Well, that’s just fucking great.

My whole day is ruined now.

I have no way to go anywhere.

…

Fuck!

It’s 2:00 and I have absolutely nothing to do.

Summer vacation was supposed to be fucking amazing this year, and here I am, stuck at home with a shitload of nothing to do.

I guess I could call my mom and hear about how shitty her new boyfriend Steve is.

Dumbass bitch cheats on my dad (again) and runs off with some loser scum of a boyfriend.

Serves her right.

WHORE.

She could have been the good wife and mom and stayed with my dad, who is only ever awesome, but no, she wanted more excitement in her life and to be able to spread her legs for whatever methed-up biker wanted to fuck her and give her a place to stay for the night.

Fuck her.

I’d rather sit here and wallow in my own non-drug-addled misery.

…

Well, it’s 4:00 now and I’m a little happier since my dad’ll be home in about an hour.

I spent the last two hours being sneaky and searching through his room for buried treasure like I used to do when I was little and found a stash of some sexy magazines.

One of them I almost overlooked at first, since it didn’t really have many pictures, but it was filled with really sexy letters and stories and it was way better than the plain old nudie pics.

Jeez, some of the magazines went all the way back to the 90’s and the women in them were so fucking nasty with pubic hair all over the place!

Were hairy pussies really that popular back then?

Who’d ever want to lick a pussy that hairy?

Eww!

That’s just fucking gross!

Okay, now the letters and stories?

Those were way better.

One of the letters that really caught my attention was a girl (I’m guessing an adult actually, maybe in her 20’s) asking for advice because she was fucking both her brother and her dad, but neither one knew about the other and what should she do since she wanted them both?

The advice floored me—the person responding said to confront them both at the same time and offer up a three-way so nobody misses out.

I’m guessing that if I had read that a week ago, I would have been grossed out even more than all of the wild bush photos, but with how happy I’d made myself last night with my whole dad thing, it got me immediately super wet!

Oh, I so longed to have a brother right then!

Even my mouth started to water at the thought of blowing my imaginary brother, who in my mind, simply looked like a younger version of dad.

So unless this girl was lying, there are people who really do have sex with their family members and love doing it!

The thought just hit me—what if my dad had read this letter too and thought about me in a sexy way?

Oh, that would be fucking awesome!

I know I say “fucking awesome” way too often.

I even got in trouble at school once for writing it on the outside of my binder.

Well, I think I’ll read some more of these until my dad gets home.

…

Dad had to stay later than he expected.

He works for a mortgage refinance company and one of his company’s most important clients had a big project they needed to fix before the end of the day.

He tried making it up to me by bringing me my favorite pizza, veggie delight with extra sauce for dipping.

It turned out to be a nicer late afternoon than early one because I really started getting into the stories in that one magazine once I’d finished reading all of the letters (and there were a lot of them, too).

Most of the stories were just okay.

One was about a group orgy that sounded fun, and the one that I really liked was about a horny son seducing his mom and it totally worked out for him.

It was really cool, but why couldn’t it have been about a girl seducing her father?

That’s what people want to read.

Well, at least people like me.

It was pretty warm today.

I think it got to the high 80’s.

Not quite summer weather yet, but that’s right around the corner.

We’ll be hitting the hundreds in no time.

I had gone bottomless for most of the late afternoon so I could touch myself while I read.

(Yeah, I gave myself an extra orgasm or two reading those stories, I totally admit it.)

I almost almost almost stayed bottomless for when my dad got home, but I chickened out at the last minute and put some jean shorts on.

My boobs are small enough that I can get away with just a light t-shirt and no bra.

Deb has way bigger boobs than I do, but she ALWAYS has to wear a bra, so I consider it a fair trade for now.

…

Dad’s in the shower right now, so I’m not going to write much here.

I have an idea on how to catch him when he leaves the shower.

Wish me luck, uh, blank pieces of paper!

…

Oh my god, Stefi, you are a fucking genius!

Okay, okay. Focus, Stefi, focus.

Well, I waited outside dad’s bathroom while he showered for what seemed like forever.

He had spent extra time yet again under the hot water to help ease the pain in his shoulder.

I almost decided to just walk into his bathroom because he never locks the door, but I decided it would be better to wait, as agonizingly long as it was.

I’d already spent most of the day waiting at various times for whatever reason. (See above ↑)

Well, the bathroom door finally opened and he’d stepped out into his room (you know, ‘cause the master bathroom is attached to the master bedroom and all) before spotting me and he was startled by my appearance.

And yes, he was totally naaaaaaaaaked! ♥

“Oh, Stefi!” he said with a start and started to cover himself up.

“Dad, please, don’t bother,” I said, shaking my head and grabbing his hand.

“Uh?” He didn’t know what to say.

I had already ran through my head a hundred times what I had planned to say at this moment.

“I want you to lie down on your bed and let me massage that mean-old achy shoulder of yours!”

“Uh, really?”

“Absolutely. I can’t stand seeing you in pain.”

“Well, that sounds really nice, sweetie. Here, let me put something on…”

“Don’t be silly,” I quickly interrupted him and started pushing him towards his bed.

“But honey, I’m naked…”

“No, really,” I said sarcastically as I continued to push him towards his bed.

“Don’t you want me to cover up first?”

“Look, dad, do you shower with clothes on?”

“Of course not. I’m…”

“Do you sleep with clothes on?”

“Uh, no…Where is this going again?”

“Are you cold?”

“Hardly.”

“Dad, you sleep naked, and I’ve known that since I was little.”

“Okay, Stef, what’s your point?”

I was trying to appear calm and collected, but my heart was racing a mile a minute inside me, super nervous that he would totally nix my well-crafted plans.

“Well, my point is this, that it is totally silly to put on clothes between your shower and when you go to bed unless you’re cold.”

My dad looked at me with his signature raised eyebrow and said, “Oh, and you don’t put on clothes after you shower, missy?”

I hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on me.

“Well, that’s different. I shower in the morning.”

He still gave me the squinty-eye and said, “Riiiiiiight.”

Then he climbed onto his bed and lay down on his belly as he said “Well, alright. You want to massage your naked father. I can live with that.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Was he onto me?

I mean sure, I wanted to help him with his shoulder and all, but it really was a ploy so I could see him naked again.

Shit!

Act cool, Stefi…

So, okay, I massaged him and all and he really appreciated it.

Massage, massage, massage.

I can’t think of an exciting way of describing it, but he seemed to enjoy it.

I was even bold enough to massage his butt (my dad has a pretty nice butt) and he didn’t say a word—not one word!

He just hummed the same way like when I was working on his shoulders.

The whole time I was working up the courage to get him to turn over.

“Alright! Ready for your front now?”

“Uh, I’m cool like this…very comfortable, actually,” he said.

“Aw, come on. You know you need the front of your shoulders done too.”

“That would be nice, but I’m really comfortable right here. Maybe another time.”

“Are you worried about me seeing your dick?”

“Uh, pardon?”

“Come on, dad, it’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before.”

He chuckled.

“What,” I said, not seeing the humor.

He wouldn’t answer.

“Come on, what? Just me saying the word dick makes you laugh?”

“No, no, that’s not it.”

“Well then, what?”

“Let’s just say it’s in a more awakened state than normal and leave it at that.”

Fuck yes! I’d given him a hard-on!

“Well, damn! Let’s see it then!”

“Steffffffffi!” I could tell that my dad was a little embarrassed but I was so excited I could barely contain myself!

“You should be happy that your daughter has no problem with seeing you naked!”

“Naked is one thing…”

“Come on scaredy-man, you think I’m gonna bite it off or something?”

He laughed, “Uh, no!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You honestly don’t care if I have a boner?”

Holy shit! It was working?

“Aw, hell no. Be proud you can still get it up!”

He laughed again, “Hey, I’m only 41!”

“That’s already past the average lifespan of say, 100 years ago.”

He snorted, “Good one. Oh, alright, just remember—this was all your idea!”

Aw fuck yeah, booooooy!

He slowly turned over and up popped his cock, nice and big and hard, alright!

“There you go!” I said as I pretended like it didn’t bother me in the slightest, which it didn’t, but my heart was beating so fast with excitement, I had a tough time focusing.

I wonder if I touched it, would he do anything?

Would he try to stop me?

I’d best work on his shoulders and continue to pretend like I wasn’t even thinking about his nice big hard cock all out there in the open just inches away from me!

It took a few minutes before he stopped being tense at lying there with his cock out and erect, but it never got soft.

It stayed hard the whole time while I massaged his shoulders and chest.

When I finally got down to his flat, toned stomach I asked him sweetly, “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to massage you, daddy?”

“Honey, you can massage wherever you want. I’m not going to stop you.”

Oh shit, was that an open invitation?

My heart practically skipped a beat!

I didn’t waste any time just in case he was to change his mind!

I gently moved my hand down to his hard cock, and found that it was all wet and drippy.

It kind of surprised me at first, but then I realized that he must have been REALLY turned on!

It was so drippy in fact, that I was able to get my hand wet with his cock juice or whatever you call it and start slowly stroking him up and down.

He had closed his eyes by now and began to moan like he really liked what I was doing.

“Oh, that feels good, baby,” he said encouragingly and I started to stroke his cock even more enthusiastically.

As I stroked, he began to twitch and meet my hand motions with some thrusts of his own, and fucking-A did that get me turned on!

“Oh, keep doing that, sweetie,” he said as his breathing became more labored.

Was I actually going to get him to cum?

Well, my question didn’t take long to get answered, because he said, “Keep stroking, baby, here it comes!”

Like a good girl, I obeyed and continued to stroke as huge jets of cum started spewing out of the end of his cock and splattered all over his belly.

I was so fascinated that I had a hard time keeping up with the continued strokes as he came and he said, “Oh, baby, don’t stop, keep stroking!”

I did and even more cum continued to spurt out.

Wow! My dad must have been storing up a major load!

“Oh my god, oh my god,” my dad kept whispering as he continued to pant.

My hands were simply covered with his come, and the rest of it had sprayed mostly on his chest.

“Did that feel good, daddy?”

“Oh yes, baby, you have no idea…”

“Okay, let me go get a towel and help clean this up,” I said as I wriggled off the bed without using my hands and went into his bathroom.

I grabbed the towel that he must have used to dry off because it was still wet and I wiped my hands off on it then took it off the rack and took it to my dad who was still splayed out on the bed, his cock now teetered to one side as it grew smaller and some cum continued to ever-so-slowly ooze out of it.

Did it have to drain or something?

How odd!

Well, I took the towel over to him and helped him wipe up the rest of the cum splatters.

“Well, there,” I said as I took the towel back to the bathroom, “now are you going to be afraid of being naked around me anymore?”

“Uh…” He didn’t know quite how to answer me I suppose.

“BAAAAMP!