Part 1
There are times in your life when you are confronted with a situation that is at once the worst thing imaginable, and the greatest of all opportunities. The shock of the former blinds you to the latter, and you invariably miss that one chance. But, then again...
Things began to spin out of control just over a week ago. I guess you could say they actually started 18 years ago, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was rambling around the house, looking for my video camera. There was a new property that had been listed by the Real Estate firm I maintain a web-site for and they wanted me to start putting together a "digital tour" for potential buyers. I have a professional video crew contracted that actually puts together the final product, but I lay the ground work with my personal cam.
I always know best to start my search in my daughter's room. Lex (Alexis actually, but try and call her that these days and you're likely to get a Doc Marten's hurled at your head) has been addicted to the thing lately, videotaping virtually everything she sees, and piecing the experiences together in these odd, artsy little montages with her friend Tam (again it's Tammy, and again "boot to head" if it's uttered in her presence...).
They have been tight ever since we moved to town 3 years ago, after my wife Penny died of ovarian cancer. The death and the move had rough on both of us. I became immersed in growing my web design business, and Lex, well, Lex became fairly dark. They call it Goth now, with that growling, grinding, music that accompanies it. When I was young, and it wasn't all THAT long ago, it was Alice Cooper and Black Sabbath. Moody and off-putting, but harmless as long as you try and keep some contact with reality. Luckily Lex still did. Tam helped immensely with that as they developed a close friendship, though she was even deeper into the whole scene than my Lex.
"Ahhh, here it is," I muttered to no one in particular as I grabbed the cam from Lex's bedside table. As I walked out, I couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer amount of pictures, posters, collages, and detritus coating the walls of my daughter's room. She had an artistic bent rooted deep within her; definitely her mother's contribution. Even her little video montages, head-ache inducing as they could be, showed a talent that belied her 18 years on the planet. I closed her door, and headed off to my study.
Sitting down at my desk, I remembered that I had a few invoices that needed to be sent off to the accountant. I may be a full fledged member of the digital generation, but the IRS has a thing about hard-copies. Flipping through the piles of paper on my desk, I happened to glance at the camera and I noticed that it still had a tape in it. Usually Lex whips those out fairly fast and begins furious editing on her computer. "Either she hasn't gotten around to using it, or..." my thought broke off, should I preview the raw footage of her latest production, if any was there? "What the hell, I could do without digging around for a blank tape if nothing's on it..." That bow to laziness set me on the path I find myself on right now...
"Oh---my---fucking---god..." this phrase began ricocheting around the inside of my skull as the tape began to unwind before me. There, on my computer screen, was Tam, naked as the day she was born, stretched out on a bed in a room that looked like it could have been the twin to my Lex's. Not only stretched, but bound to the four posts of the bed, her legs obscenely spread open before the camera's lens. My brain seemed to lock up, unable to process this for what it was. I couldn't move to shut down the astonishing performance that was, apparently, just getting started.
In the past few years, I had seen Tam nearly as much as I had seen Lex; they were that inseparable. She had the full compliment of piercing, eyebrows, nose, center of the nose, lip, and what looked like a metal shop attached to each of her ears. Naked now, on that bed, my eyes locked on her other piercings---ones I could never have imagined her having. Her pink button nipples were fully ringed, and there seemed to be at least three in her rapidly moistening, fully shaved young pussy.
"Okay Tom, she's ready for you now..." came the voice from behind the camera. Lex's voice. I think my heart actually seized up for a micro-second as I instantly recognized her dusky voice. And then it seized again when I comprehended who "Tom" actually was. Tom Haley, Tam's father, strolled into the frame--right on cue.
Full-on shock now controlled me. My eyes were locked on the unimaginable. I knew this man--or I thought I did. I had commiserated with him over the pit-falls of single parenthood and dating from that position. We'd eaten at his house. He and his daughter had been to pool parties here. I played GOLF with the guy, for Christ's sake! As he drew closer to his daughter, splayed out on her bed before him, I began to think of other uses for my 2 iron.
"She's pretty tasty today, Tom...this ought to be a hot one..." Lex's voice sounded once again from behind the camera. All of my murderous thoughts were flushed away, along with what was left of my senses as those words sank in. Lex wasn't only the camera "man", she was directing this little abomination! With a tangible sense of glee, no less!
It's difficult to describe what flowed into my head next. The words, "She's pretty tasty today..." echoed in my ears, and lit in my mind a scene I could no more shut out than I could move to turn off the camcorder. There they were, in my mind's eye, Lex strapping Tam down; Lex, kneeling between those pale legs of Tam's, her studded tongue and full, blood-red lips working on Tam's pierced, bald, and ever-so-damp cunt. My mind had gone completely away, and now it was replaced by something that shocked me right to my core. I instantly became as hard as I had ever been in my life.
The tape played on, as I sat paralyzed by what I was witnessing. Tom, dropping his robe, exposing his hard cock to his bound daughter. His daughter, smiling a smile that I recognized from the last time I had made love to a woman. Flashing white desire poured from her face as her father mounted the bed, straddled her chest, wound his fingers in his hair, and thrust his cock into her welcoming mouth. The camera's position moved from across the room, swaying and bobbing a little, yet holding the scene in frame, until it was right next to the action. I focused on Tam's eyes as they rolled back in her head in ecstasy. On her throat as it bulged again and again as her father (HER FATHER!) fucked her face like a cheap whore. I couldn't believe that a girl as tiny as Tam could take that much cock into her mouth and throat without something breaking or ripping. Her skills made me flush even darker, and my restrained hardness throbbed against my clothes.
"Fuck her hot little face, Tom, fuck the taste outta her mouth!" Lex was now audibly panting as the scene continued. From the growing unsteadiness of the footage, I could tell she was pleasuring herself. Pictures of my dark, but sweet little girl, fingering herself while she captured all this on tape burned themselves into my brain. Licking her full, cupid's bow lips, tasting the remnants of Tam's juices still on them. It was all too much for me! Grabbing my hardness through my drum-head-tight khakis, I twisted and pulled just a few times and exploded! As I panted uncontrollably, the dark stain began to spread across the front of my pants. A stain that made me complicit in this perverse spectacle. For the first time since the death of my wife I was completely lost.
At some point, I snapped back into reality. "Jesus, it's nearly 3:00!" Lex would be home anytime within the next half hour. My hands scrambled across my desk and shut off the camcorder. "What the hell am I gonna do now?!" The question was about as sensible as I could manage at the moment. Without thinking, I re-wound the tape, jumped from my chair and ran to Lex's room. Bursting in, I repositioned the camcorder where I had found it, and walked hurriedly to my bedroom. With every step now, I could feel the wetness inside my pants. The reminder of what had seemed like a fever dream was real and tangible. I stripped down quickly and threw my clothes into the hamper just outside my bathroom door. Quickly, I turned on the shower and jumped inside to wash all the evidence of what had just transpired away.
In the billowing steam of my shower, I lost myself again. "Should I confront her about this?", the questions began to come... "What does that even mean--confront?" Every scenario played out with the most horrific results. Horrible scandal. The total loss of my daughter. Anger. Repulsion. Hate. Fear. All these questions, visions, and emotions spun in my head like the spokes in a wheel. Also, however, desire crept in.
