It was sooo unfair. That had been her initial reaction.
Little Annie Watson had never before in her eighteen years done anything wicked. Never cheated on a test, never played hooky, never even kissed a boy. Nothing.
But then her stupid twin sister Emily had coaxed her into peeking through the little hole in the wall of the outhouse, where their father and brothers were changing back after swimming in the lake. Emily kept nagging her and nagging her, and in the end Annie had snuck a peak, just to make her sister stop. Annie didn't want to see naked boys, least of all her brothers. She wasn't interested in such things. Really, she was a good girl.
That was why it was so unfair that her father would be facing just the right way. Or the wrong way, as it happened. Annie barely had time to squint her eye and come to terms with what she was seeing, before she found herself looking straight into her father's eyes.
"Annabelle Watson, you stay right there!" Her father's tone had been stern and demanding.
"How could he possibly know it was me?!" Annie kept asking herself as she waited for her father to come out of the shed. Her sister had vanished in an instant, the hussy, and her brothers had giggled their way to the main building, smirking at Annie.
And yet, her annoyance was already mostly gone, replaced by other emotions. Mainly, of course, fear. Annie knew her father to be a very strict disciplinarian, although she had very rarely been the victim of it, being an all around good girl. Emily, on the other hand, was often severely punished, getting spanked for misbehaving, even though she was technically an adult.
But now it was Annie's turn to face her father's judgment.
And yet, beneath the fear, there was also something else. Even though she had barely had ten seconds to look around in the small, badly lit changing room, Annie could not shake the image of what she had seen.
Her father had been turned towards her and he had been completely naked. Annie had, of course, never ever seen her father in any state of undress before. He wasn't the type of man to walk around the house with a bare chest or even the top button undone. Come to think of it, Annie hadn't seen any male nudity since her brothers were small. Hence, Annie hadn't really known what to expect. She knew, of course, that men and boys were equipped differently than girls. And she had occasionally come across the farm animals rutting, before quickly looking away in embarrassment.
When she had peeked into the changing room, she had seen a man surprisingly fit for forty seven. Her father was a tall man, with broad, muscular shoulders, and a toned upper body and legs. But it had not been his abs or thighs that had caught Annie's attention.
Between her father's legs hung something impossibly large. Annie of course realized that it must be her father's penis, but nothing had prepared her for something like this. It hung down heavily, with a slight curve at the root, at least ten inches long in its flaccid state. It looked easily as thick as Annie's arm at its widest, and ended in a bloated, apple sized head. When her father had moved a little, it had actually swung a little, like a pendulum. Before her attention was drawn to her father's face, Annie had time to notice that the slight curvature was created by a pair of huge ball sacks hanging from his scrotum.
The quick flash of her father's penis confused Annie. On the one hand it increased her fear, for some reason. The huge penis felt in itself strangely threatening by virtue of its sheer size. It dominated her mind, somehow, like a scene from a scary tv-show or a book. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Repulsed by its menace. On the other hand, the memory also created another feeling, even stranger. Curiosity, perhaps? Surely not?
Even though her mind was utterly disgusted by the mere thought of her father's man thing, her feelings made her regret it had all been over so quickly. Had it really been that big? Could anything be that big? She wished she could look again, just to be sure it wasn't true.
Then she heard her father's voice again, pulling her out of her conflicted emotional state.
"Annabelle, get in here!"
She had expected her father to come out. But shivering with fearful anticipation of what was to come, Annie walked around the outhouse and entered it.
In the dimness inside, she could see her father standing by a small table and some chairs in the center of the room. He was fully dressed again. His face was stern, but not more so than usual. Sternness was its natural state.
"Come in and close the door!"
Annie did what she was told and then started on her defense.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! But it wasn't my fault! Emily ..."
"Silence!!" Her father's voice was like a whip. Not terribly loud, but sharp and demanding.
"Annabelle, I'm deeply disappointed in you."
Annie froze, terrified. She didn't remember her father being this angry with her. He'd never had any reason to. And being a good girl at heart, Annie realized that it had been wrong of her to try to blame her sister, even though the peeking had been Em's idea. But she should have said no. She should not have acted in that sinful manner.
Annie felt her face getting red as the guilt overtook her.
"I'm sorry, daddy. I know I did bad." Her voice was small and apologetic, but it didn't seem to have the usual soothing effect on her father's temper. He was still standing by the table, with a closed, unyielding expression on his face.
"Annabelle, your behaviour was unacceptable. Trying to look at naked men is not something a young lady does. It is what a slut does. Are you a slut, Annabelle?" His tone was measured now, almost matter-of-fact.
"NO, daddy. I'm NOT a slut!! I am a good girl!" Annie was shocked that her father would say such a thing to her, even think it. What had she done?! Tears were welling up in her eyes.
That's when she saw it. Annie tried to blink away the tears to get a better look. It was fairly dark in the small outhouse and getting darker by the minute, but she could still see a big bulge that tented the leg of her father's pants.
Annie's very first, almost whimsical thought was that her father must have brought something, some large bat-like object, and for some inexplicable reason decided to stuff it down his pants. But an instant later, she understood what it was that must be causing the huge bulge all the way to the knee of her father's left pant-leg. The penis. But how was that possible? She had never seen her father's penis until just now, and she knew that it didn't normally show in his pants, even though she now knew it was very large.
