Daddy Knows Better!

Lacey wanted to stand up and yell at him for ogling her like that, but she couldn’t. Besides, in a weird sort of way, it felt good that he thought she looked good. She didn’t spend much time thinking about him as a man – ever since he married her mother ten years ago, she’d thought of him as her daddy - but Lacey knew what boys and men were like. They watched x-rated movies and read dirty magazines and jerked off. Kim said she caught her brother peeking in on her when she was in the shower once. At his own sister. Gross.

But Daddy wasn’t looking at a movie or a magazine. He was looking at her like she was one of those dirty girls who posed naked. That was nasty and wrong, and she should yell at him, but maybe it was too hard for him to not look. Lacey giggled to herself. Too hard. She wondered if it really was.

Maybe she should let him look. He knew better than to ever do anything more, so what was the harm? Lacey rolled over onto her stomach, then reached up to untie the string on her bikini. She wished she could see the look on Daddy’s face when the string popped open. He’d be staring so hard, waiting to see if she might turn over and show off her beautiful teenage breasts.

He’d be disappointed though. She’d let him look at him smooth skin and her butt all he wanted, and even tease him by untying the string, but no way was she showing her boobs off to her father, no matter what he hoped.

After waiting a few minutes, Lacey turned her head. For a moment, she thought he’d left, but then she saw a movement in the window of the garage. Sneaky. He must have been afraid he’d get caught so he went inside where he could watch without being seen.

Lacey imagined him inside the garage. Was he getting excited? Was he…? Suddenly Lacey had an awful thought. Daddy would never, you know, touch himself while he looked at her. He had to know better than that. Anybody could walk into the garage and see. Not that anybody would walk into the garage. Mom wouldn’t be back for another hour or so.

She decided he must be in there, watching her and rubbing himself. He’d never take it out, he’d know better than that, but he could rub it until it was hard while he looked out at her firm, young body.
Lacey thought about what to do next. It was a powerful feeling, knowing her daddy was so excited by her body that he had to hide in the garage. Maybe she could get him to do things for her, maybe even take her side when she and her mom fought about money.