It had been a four hour drive home but I'd left at five that morning. I was about to start my Junior year in University at the end of August but now I had a summer free at home.
The house was empty and it was a Thursday and Dad had told me he'd be at work and just to make myself comfortable. It was nice to have my run of the place. Mom had left us when I was only four years old and she'd remarried out of state. I'd been raised by Dad all those years and he acted as both parents to me. I didn't hate Mom because I didn't even know her but I did hate what she had done to Dad.
I fixed myself something to eat and then went into my bedroom and booted my computer. I would unpack, hang up and put away my stuff later because I just wanted to relax. Dad had put in a wireless Internet connection and I'd used it every time I came home so I had no trouble gaining access.
I read my email and sent some off to old friends and cousins then I logged into a site I'd always liked. If anyone knew I frequented the site they'd probably have changed their mind of me as a good girl. I'd talked with a lot of men and a few women each time I was home. I'd even published a few photos of myself after being very careful not to show anything that could be interpreted as pictures of me in real life unless of course someone had seen me naked before and compared them to what they could remember but that was an extremely unlikely occurrence.
About noon I climbed off the bed and fixed myself a sandwich. I ate it in the front room and then returned to my bedroom to find my computer didn't work. It was a laptop and I'd left it on the bed where air couldn't circulate around it. It had happened before and I could feel the heat that had built up and kicked myself then moved it to a night stand to cool. I was lucky before because someone had once told me that a laptop can frequently burn up that way and I was afraid.
I also had promised to log-in and meet a guy on the site at one o'clock and it was nearly one now.
I remembered my Dad's laptop on the desk in his room and ran to log in there. I logged in just in time and talked to the guy for only fifteen minutes because I'd long ago set a time limit otherwise I might still be talking eight hours later.
I ran back to my room to find the name of a piece of software I had on my computer and to retrieve a large 16 Gbyte flash drive that I had plugged into the USB port of my computer.
When I was back at Dad's computer I plugged the drive in and waited for the computer to recognize it then I opened Windows Explorer to find my application and a data file.
Then I noticed the organization of Dad's computer as it came up on Windows Explorer and noticed some of Dad's folders.
I was curious about the names on some of them and when I clicked them a group of photos opened up in large icons.
In a way I suppose that I was shocked because they were all of naked women that apparently Dad had downloaded from the Internet. There seemed something familiar about all of the women even though many were differing poses of each woman shown.
At the top of the listing was another folder with the nickname Dad had always used for me. I was still smiling at my new knowledge of what Dad apparently did sometimes when I clicked the folder with my name and a new set of photos came up. They were all of me and in some pictures I didn't even know Dad had ever taken. As I scrolled through them they seemed to begin just after I was out of High School and continued right up to my last visit home.
As I scrolled through those icons I came to a group of about ten that made me blush. In them I was completely naked and some had been taken while I was in the bathroom preparing for or just leaving the shower. Others were taken in my bedroom as I prepared for bed and two even showed me Masturbating. I felt humiliated.
When had Dad taken them? How had he taken them? Why did he take them? It was then that I noticed what had been familiar about the other women in the previous folder. All of them looked somewhat like me in everything from hair color to makeup to dress and body type.
Now I was shocked. What kind of weird fantasies or perversions did Dad have of me?
I turned off the computer and left the room. When back on my bed I started to cry but after some time my mind focused on everything I'd discovered and I thought things through.
I had no idea how Dad had taken the pictures although I sort of knew when some of them been taken so instead I concentrated on the why of his taking them.
My mind left thoughts of my pictures then and concentrated on the fact that the other women resembled me so closely. I finally decided that Dad either wanted to know how his daughter was maturing and if she was okay or he had what I thought of as an unnatural fondness of me.
I'd never really tried to hide my body from Dad even as a kid. When I started to mature he'd bought me some nighties to 'Make me feel more like a Lady' as I remembered. I loved them and even modeled them for him.
Often I would climb up or sit on his lap and watch television for a few minutes before I kissed him goodnight and went to bed. My old habit clung all the way to my last visit home for Spring Break at school. I liked sitting on Daddy's lap and being hugged by him then kissed goodnight and I still felt good about it.
Is that where it started? Had Dad misunderstood? Dad had never touched me in anything but the way any father would hug or hold hands with his own daughter and there had never been any fondling or molesting in any way. Dad loved me as his daughter.