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revelation of the highest order.
     
    He
also wasn’t sure how much he was reading into her offer to keep him company. 
Little phrases she’d said kept coming back to him, whispered in a soft,
seductive voice. “There are a lot of things I can do for you, Daddy.  I’ll keep
you from being lonely.  We could have so much fun.  I’ll do anything!”  Had she
really said those things?  And did she say them in the way he was hearing them
now?
     
    Fantasy
and reality were blurring, and it worried him.  He was afraid he might be
moving along a path that she hadn’t intended.  But what tore at him most was
the possibility that she was making her intentions clear, that she desired him,
but he was too afraid of the consequences to even consider it.  He knew that
his only regrets in life were the opportunities lost and the chances missed. 
This would be the greatest, riskiest chance of them all.
     
    Or
the most damaging decision of his life, if he guessed wrong.
     
    He
brought his laptop into the bedroom and set it on the bed.  Maybe it’s just an
eighteen-year-old girl thing, he argued, practicing their feminine wiles on an
easy target:  Daddy.  He did a search for “daddy daughter porn,” and was
surprised when the search found tens of thousands of sites.  Chris had long
enjoyed surfing for porn when he was alone in the office, or late at night, but
he’d never looked specifically for this niche.  Apparently, the father-daughter
fantasy was shared by many, many men.  In fact, there was an entire industry
devoted to it!
     
    He
skipped through a few of the videos, but was disappointed.  Most featured
twenty-something porn stars decked out in plaid micro-skirts and pigtails,
trying to conjure an innocence they’d lost long ago, if they’d ever possessed
it at all.  Still, he took his dick out and absently-mindedly stroked himself,
while fast-forwarding with his other hand.  This wasn’t what he wanted, he
decided.  He put his dick back in his pants and got up from the bed.
     
    God,
he felt like he was going stir-crazy.  He was obsessed.  Something stirred
inside him and wouldn’t let him go.  He knew what it was; he just didn’t know
how he could satisfy it.  Getting a nut wasn’t enough.  It was Cammy he wanted.
     
    He
walked into her room without turning on the light.  Between the light from the
hall and the moon through her window, the room was adequately lit.  Look how
neat she keeps her room, he thought.  No worry about stepping through a bunch
of debris here.  He took a couple of steps, looking down at her bed.  He
imagined her lying there, sleeping.  He could almost picture her in a T-shirt
and panties, curled up on top of her sheet.  He pulled the spread back and
lowered his head, breathing in the smell of the pillowcase.  He closed his eyes
and could smell her hair.  He nibbled at the pillow, hoping for a taste of his
daughter’s hair, her skin.
     
    His
hand crept along the mattress sheet.  This is where her shoulders rest.  He
leaned in and inhaled.  And this is where her sweet ass lies every night.  Does
she masturbate on this spot, grinding those tiny cheeks into the mattress as
she plays with herself?  Of course, she masturbates!  He pressed the tip of his
nose on the spot, a slight indentation in the mattress.  He hovered above it,
circling and sniffing, hungry for any trace of emission, of juice.  He could
smell her, but only faintly.  His dick was coiled in his underwear, thick with
blood.
     
    He
pulled the spread back over, and lay down on her mattress, looking at the room
from her perspective.  What does she visualize when she fingers herself?  Does
she think about me, ever?  Or are her fantasies filled with boys from school,
or movie heartthrobs or rock stars?  He unzipped his shorts and tugged them
down to his thighs.  He reached into his boxers and freed his cock, wrapping
his hand around it  Are they romantic, unrequited visions, or does