Years had gone by since John had seen her and now he lived alone, content with his solitude. He had his leisure time, spent at his new PC and its connections to the wide world. For some time he had been logging on to a site that featured stories, well-told stories involving fantasies. Of course, the authors would not want to live these out in reality, but the imagination coupled with the good writing was a genuine turn-on. John became an author. About every two weeks he would send in a new story. Most stories featured his favorite fantasy, which involved her -- his lovely daughter whom he had not seen now for quite a few years. Somehow, he didn't know how, he had come to placing her centrally in his stories, so many of which involved a father who loved his daughter in a way that is defined as forbidden.
John also found several sites that had excellent images of people engaged in sex acts, including some advertised as "teens." Lovely, pert breasts, long legs, erotic stiletto shoes ... sometimes it was not the overt sex but the sheer glory of seeing such a delightful body on display with the perky smile or the alluring glance. She became part of that too, his daughter Laura. She took on a new appearance with each picture, but remained always connected to him by the taboo fantasy. He purchased a software program that allowed him to insert text into the pictures. He named the pictures too. "Daughter_spread.jpg" would be a title for an image of a teen sitting on a bathroom counter, her legs spread, showing her moist cunt while she aroused herself by pinching her nipples. "Daughter_wants.jpg" would label a picture of a girl in ecstatic dreamland, her finger probing herself, her eyes closed, but her face in rapture. John would think of Laura doing that and then insert a thought-bubble on the picture: "Oh, Dad, I need your prick!"
But one day all this changed. The phone rang and it was she. She'd had a terrible fight with her boyfriend and wanted "out." She wanted to return home for a while, to come back to this city, after being away for nearly a decade and not really staying in touch. She was feeling down but he gave her boost when he welcomed her back, to stay with him as long as she needed to get her life back in order. And so, a few days later, when the doorbell rang, he knew that it would her: Laura, a daughter he had not seen in almost ten years.
Laura nervously rang the bell. She felt bad about not staying in touch, but she had developed a strange feeling and could not explain it. Every time she had thought about writing or calling, thinking of her Dad living alone and wondering about her, she had somehow been unable to follow through. Well, she thought, let's face it, I know why. Laura blushed, as the quickly racing thought ran through her while she waited for her Dad to come to the door to welcome her. She remembered how she used to watch them, Mom and Dad, while they didn't even know she had a way to peeking. The bedroom door would be slightly ajar, after midnight, when they thought she was sound asleep on some weekend night. She would hear them first, the whispered hot words, then she would rise and tiptoe to their bedroom door. "Oh, baby, yes, suck!" she would hear. Giving the door a slight push, she would see the outline of their bodies in the dark, her eyes fully adjusted to the lack of light. "Oh, lover, yes, fuck me now, fuck me!" Her Mom's words would create a shiver down her spine, and then goose bumps along her entire body while she became wet, the liquid slowly dribbling down one leg and accumulating on the rug. "Yes, yes," her mother would cry, "fuck me forever, don't stop, lover." She would see her father's muscled body in action, his long hard organ moving slowly all the way out, the tip of the head tickling the mother-cunt-lips and then probing slowly back in, then deeply submerged in her Mom's wide-open gushing cunt. Laura would finger herself as she watched Dad making love to her Mom, moving her finger over her labia, tweaking her clitoris, probing her wet opening. "I'm coming, lover, coming, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" And Laura would come too.
And, now, as the door swung open, Laura knew that her forbidden fantasy had been the underlying reason why she had not stayed in contact: she feared what would happen. Only the disaster of the last few days, of the final break with her boyfriend, had driven her to return.
John opened the door with some trepidation. It had been so long! There she was! An incredible sight was there before his eyes. A young woman with a flashing smile, long brown hair and eyes to match. The loveliest face he had ever seen, bar none! And her body ... he felt guilty but excited at the sight of her attractive bosom and her long legs. When she flashed her smile and then came to hug him, John swooned in genuine delight. Laura!
Laura felt herself melting. She hugged her Dad and pressed herself against him. The man-smell overwhelmed her; nobody was as strong and elegant as her Dad was! Nobody would ever substitute for him as the one ... but what was she thinking! Impossible! Better leave now! No, no, it will be alright, get control, girl!
John and Laura spent the evening in quiet talk as they sat in the living room, recalling old times in the family. She inquired about his work, and he admitted that he was not as active as earlier. He taught only one seminar each term, so that most of the time he was at home. Still, he maintained contact with the field and it gave him an excuse to get out of the house.
The next day was his teaching day and he left early. Laura was catching up on some sleep and he left before she even awoke. At mid-morning, fully twenty miles from home and committed to the seminar coming up in a few minutes, he suddenly remembered something. He had forgotten to secure his files on the computer! Actually, he didn't even know how to do it, but had thought of it the other night, then forgot to search the net for some clues as to what to do to make sure that his "private" files were closed to others. Now he bit his lip as he thought of Laura in the house. She might wander around, see his PC and sit down to play a game, surf the net, or whatever. She might see the directory labeled "private." What a jerk, he thought, the least I could have done was rename the directory -- the name was an invitation to the curious mind of his alert daughter! Oh God! What if she finds the stories? And the pictures! Oh, God, what he had inserted as text, the thought-bubbles! He felt a sense of enormous shame. His daughter would despise him, maybe call for help to have him put away somewhere! Maybe she would walk out immediately. Yes, he thought, that's what will happen. She will see that stuff and pack her bags and leave a father who entertained such thoughts, kept such files, wrote such stories! He wanted to cancel the seminar and go back but ... no, can't do that. Maybe she won't even notice the PC. After all, nowadays they were practically household appliances, she wouldn't be especially interested. Yes, it will be OK.
Laura finished her breakfast and felt warn and happy. Home, at last, and with her father. She so admired his intelligence, his grasp of so many things in the world. The conversation last night had been interesting. She felt reassured: she had been able to simply sit and talk with her Dad without any of the special taboo feelings she had been worried about. The problem is solved, she thought. All it took was a little real life.
She got up and sauntered around, moving into his den. It had been years since she had been it and much had changed. There had been no computer on the desktop then. Hmm, let's see what he's got. Wow, this is a high-powered baby, she thought as she checked out the system. Her work was with computers and she easily found the specifications and moved around checking out what her Dad had been up to. Probably doing some writing, a project of some sort. Yes, there was a file, "Book draft" and she spent some time within that directory, reading a coupe of draft chapters. Not bad. Hmm, Dad has a Photodex program, so he must be using images in his work these days. She double-clicked on it and after the program opened, she checked a few directories. There was one called "private" that had a subdirectory, "pictures," and when it displayed she took a deep breath and stared at the file names.
