Diane on Cam Ch. 02

(This is the continuation of Diane's story after finding out she's been getting peeped on via cameras planted in her home)

After confirming that it hadn't been Trey who'd planted the cams in my room and my bathroom, there was only one other possibility!

I quickened my pace and hurried home as fast as I could. As soon as I got inside, I sprinted up the stairs and into my father's den. He wasn't home from work yet, and wouldn't be for a few more hours, so I knew I had time.

I went right to his desk and snapped open his laptop. Like Trey, my father was a dumb fucker who didn't password protect anything. Nothing was open and running, but I was able to poke around.

That's when I found it - the file folder labeled 'Diane'. I clicked on it and saw all the video files in there. My jaw fell open. I clicked on one and immediately saw images of me in the tub, finger-fucking myself.

I even found the program that was recording - even now - in my bedroom and in the bathroom.

I inhaled deeply. "That fucker!"

******

"So it wasn't Trey?" Ashley asked me as we lounged in her backyard.

"Nope," I shrugged. "I mean I did find out some shit," I chuckled. "But it had nothing to do with anything."

"So then who planted the cams?" Ashley asked.

"That's why I came over," I said with a sly smile. "Can I check your laptop?" I asked with a giggle.

"By all means," she laughed back at me. "Because that's how I get off - spying on my friend. Shit," she giggled. "With all the shit we've done, who needs cams?"

"I know," I laughed. "I'm just fucking with you," I sighed.

"So if it wasn't Trey, then who was it?" she asked. "Oh my god!" she gasped. "You don't think?" she trailed off.

I looked her in the eyes. I thought about telling her what I'd discovered, but I decided not to. "Dunno," I simply said with a shrug.

******

My initial anger had long-since subsided. I was back at home and in bed, knowing full-well that there was a camera trained on me and recording onto my father's laptop. Granted, my initial reaction after making my discovery was to hurl my father's laptop against the wall, and then head downstairs and grab the meat cleaver to hack his nuts off the second he walked in the front door.

But now as I lay there, I couldn't help but feel - I don't know - flattered? I mean I got that it wasn't the kind of attention most girls wanted from their fathers, but for some reason it was okay with me.

I shook my head as I yawned. What the hell was wrong with me? I was lying there with a smirk on my face knowing that my father had spy-cams on me. And all that was going through my head was the time I put my hair in pigtails and got myself off - and getting myself off to a HUGE orgasm when I thought about doing it in front of my father.

Holy fuck! I smiled as I began to drift off to sleep. Was I really going to do this?

******

When I woke the next morning I was feeling very kinky and naughty. I grinned broadly as I stretched out underneath the covers. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was after nine. My father was long-since gone to work, and I stretched out once more and then tossed the covers aside and spread my legs.

I knew the cam was on me, and I dove my hands down to my pussy and started playing with myself. I writhed on the bed as I pleasured myself - totally playing for the camera - but still 'acting' oblivious to its existence.

After I came enough times, I continued to lay there for a moment catching my breath. I resisted the urge to sit up and blow a kiss at the cam hidden behind the vanity. Instead I slowly rose out of bed and made my way out into the hall. I paused at the entry to the bathroom and hesitated. I took a deep breath and headed on inside and started up the shower.

It took a lot for me not to dart my eyes up to where I knew the cam was installed, but I knew if I didn't go about my normal routine, my father would be tipped off that I knew what he was up to. I didn't want that to happen. Not yet.

I lingered under the water as confused thought after confused thought ran through my head.

******

I was sitting out on the back deck in my robe, nursing a cup of coffee as I continued to mull things over in my mind. I had never been more confused about anything in my life. Despite my discovery about my father's voyeuristic activities as they related to me, the anger was long since gone.

It had since been replaced by - I dunno - interest? Like I had thought earlier why wouldn't I be flattered by the attention? Oh wait, I chided myself - I knew the answer to that one: Because he's your father for fuck sakes!

Still it struck me as odd. When I thought it was Trey, I wanted the fucker dead. And I was determined to out him as the culprit. Now that I knew it was my dad? Despite initial thoughts towards murder or maiming, I was in a very weird place.

I thought back again to the masturbation session I'd had before I pitched my father Ashley's ideas for prom. Yeah, Diane! You WERE getting kinky and imagining getting off in front of your old man!

And just this morning? You flipped those covers back and got yourself off, KNOWING full well that your father will see those images later on!

I sighed and took a sip of my coffee. I knew what my issue was: It wasn't that I had the issue. Shit, I'd been involved in enough debauchery in my life that it wouldn't be a leap to delve into incest.

Honestly, I think I was worried that my father would reject me. Sure, he was watching me, but that was one thing! Actual father-daughter sex? That might be too much for him. And I wasn't used to getting rejected by men!

I couldn't help but chuckle and think that I had to be the dirtiest girl in the world. But I still shrugged. Who cares if he was my dad? After all, even Ashley said he was hot!

Oh shit, I winced as I sat there. Ashley! How the hell could I tell her about this? I mean, she probably suspected my father was behind it all. But even with all we'd been through with each other - how the fuck could I possibly tell her that I was thinking about fucking my own father?

Even though we'd licked tequila out of each others' pussy THIS was something completely different!

******

I was sitting by myself on a hill a bit off the beaten path gazing out at the lake. My phone had buzzed a few times but I kept ignoring it. I needed some alone time to process things.

As I sat there I knew there was no point in denying it to myself anymore. The thought about fucking my father was driving me wild! It was such a wild and kinky thing that my interest in it was off the chart.

However I was still stuck with two very big problems: How in the hell could I tell Ashley about this AND more importantly how the hell could I gauge if my father had any interest?

I sighed as I stood up. For a moment I missed my mom. I was always able to talk to her about stuff. THAT thought caused me to burst out laughing. THIS was not the kind of thing I could talk to my mother about. I rolled my eyes as I thought about how THAT conversation would go? 'Hey mom, how did you seduce dad? Got any tips for me?'

No, I shook my head. That would not go over well. I sighed as my phone buzzed again. I reached into my bag and answered it. "Hey Ash," I said in a monotone voice.

"Where the hell have you been?" she playfully fired at me. "I've been trying to get in touch with you for like all day!"

"Sorry," I sighed. "Just needed some alone time."

"Still having trouble dealing with the fact that your dad is spying on you?" she chuckled.

"Ash," I rolled my eyes. "I told you I didn't know for certain it was him."

"Um, hello?" she chided me. "Who the hell else could it be? So what are you trying to think of where to dump the body, or" she trailed off - and knowing Ashley like I did she was setting something up. "Is the fact that your dad is watching you making you a little hot in the crotch?" she giggled mischievously.

I smirked as I held the phone to my ear. Maybe I could talk to Ashley about all this after all.

******

I had met Ashley for coffee and we chatted for over an hour about my situation. That was what had lead me to sitting at the dining room table with my head down looking sullen and morose.

"Hey Diane," my father called out as he entered the house following his day of work. "How was your day?"

"Fine," I mumbled back. "How was yours?" I asked without the slightest trace of genuine interest in my voice.

"Same old," he replied cautiously. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's nothing," I replied wistfully. That was actually the truth. Other than my 'daddy-issues', I was playing things exactly the way Ashley suggested I should. And now it was time to lay it on THICK. "Just," I sighed and rubbed my folded my arm. "I'm just missing mom a bit right now."

"Oh," the concern in my father's voice was genuine. "Is there anything I can do?" he came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Nope," I fought the urge to grin. "Uh uh," I added with a shake of my head.

"You sure?" he asked, giving my shoulder a reassuring rub.

"It's just," I sighed and gently pulled away from his touch - as planned. "I could always talk to mom about anything."

"What?" my father sounded a bit dejected. "And you don't feel you can talk to me?"

"No offense," I gave a weak grin - Ashley had made me practice it several times, and hopefully this was 'the one' - "But there are some things I just don't," I trailed off.

"Feel comfortable talking to me about," my father finished my sentence and nodded.

"Oh hell no," I replied quickly. "It's that I don't think YOU'RE comfortable with it."

"Well, I," that seemed to knock him for a loop. "Okay," he shook his head as he recovered a bit. "Because I'm the father who made a joke about a shotgun once?" he smiled.

"No," I replied with a bit of a smile. "It's the fact that you really did freak out when you saw me in a bikini for the first time," I stood up and sighed. "Or how you reacted when you saw me dressed for work," I shrugged at him.

"Well, honey," he shrugged back. "Those are just typical 'dad-reactions'. It doesn't mean you can't talk to me," he implored.

This was perfect! He was falling right into the trap that had been set for him.

"Are you sure?" I gave him a quizzical look. "I don't want to end up standing in the ER as the doctor tells me how back the stroke was."

He sighed heavily as he loosened his tie. "I admit," he said as he sat down at the table. "I may not have given every indication that I would be receptive to this sort of thing," he sat there with a straight back, and his hands folded on the table. "But here I am. So? Fire away."

I eyed him for a moment. "All right," I sighed as I headed to the fridge. I pulled the bottle of vodka out of the freezer, then grabbed two glasses.

"What are you doing?" my father asked.

"I think we're both going to need a drink," I giggled. As I turned back to finish mixing our drinks I felt a huge grin cross my face.

Back at the table I heard my father mutter 'oh crap'.

After I got back to the table and passed him his drink, I gave him the story of 'my problem' that Ashley and I have devised. He fidgeted a bit, and looked slightly uncomfortable, but his reaction seemed to wane a bit when I gave him the TOTAL lie that I hadn't 'gone all the way' with any boy, and was still a virgin (technically UN-true, but a story for another time).

"Well," he sighed heavily as he nervously tinkled the ice in his glass then took a healthy swig of his drink. "That's the thing with guys, with men," he shrugged. "We're all pigs," he chuckled. "And if you just," he was clearly a bit uncomfortable again. "Y'know, fool around with a guy," he stared down at his drink. "Well, suffice it to say. A little frustration is going to set in."

"Oh," I pretended to be taken aback. In fact that was EXACTLY the answer I was hoping for. As such it set up the perfect come-back. "No one is frustrated," I said with a bit of a grin as I stood up and drained the rest of my drink. "I hate to break it to you," I said as I put a 'reassuring' hand on his shoulder. "Your daughter doesn't just make sure guys are satisfied," I gave him a knowing nod. "She swallows too."

I didn't bother waiting for his response or reaction. I quickly went to the stairs and bounded up to my room.

"And?" Ashley replied on the phone with giddy anticipation.

"I think I got him," I giggled back.

******

The next day, after my father left for work, Ashley was right over.

"Shit," she giggled as she got in the front door. "I had to duck into the trees in front of a building along Gordon," she continued as she kicked her sandals off. "I saw your dad's SUV and didn't want him to know I was coming over," she eyed me up and down. "Nice outfit by the way," she smirked.

I smirked back at her. Just before my dad left for the day, I had descended the stairs in my skimpiest little robe. It had the desired effect and made him TOTALLY uncomfortable. "Thanks," I chuckled. 'So?"

She dug her hand into her purse and then pulled out a flash drive. "Picked it up yesterday," she grinned at me.

We made our way upstairs and went into my dad's den. I opened up my dad's laptop and went straight to the folder with the video files of me and then stood up. "All yours," I sighed while I gestured Ashley to the chair.

She sat down and her eyes bugged out as she saw all the files. "Holy fuck," she muttered. "He has been watching you lots," she leaned forward and inserted the flash drive into the side of the laptop.

"Apparently so," I shrugged behind her.

She selected all the files and then began the process of copying them to her flash drive. "Okay," she said as the process began. "Two things I gotta ask," she turned in the chair and faced me.

"Shoot," I smiled at her.

"I'm on here?" she giggled at me.

"Oh shit," I giggled back. I thought she was going to press me again - when you thought it was Trey, you wanted him dead; Now that it's your father, you're okay with it? - but, obviously that wasn't it. "Honesty," I said with a shrug. "I didn't bother to check."

"Gee thanks," she playfully rolled her eyes at me. She turned back to the screen and noted the progress. "Well," she sighed. "When this is done, I'll take a peek."

"Honestly, Ash," I said meekly. "I didn't even think about it."

"It's understandable," she grinned at me after turning to face me again. "I know what a vain bitch you are," she giggled at me.

"Oh fuck you!" I chided her back. "Is it killing you THAT much that there's a guy out there, even though he IS my father," I shook my head and then looked her in the eye again with a broad smile on my face. "But that a guy wants me more?"

"No," she said in a playful tone as she gave me a light swat. "It's just I have been naked here in front of these cams," she put on her best pouty-face. "If he didn't save anything of me, I'll be hurt."

I beamed a smile at her. "Well we can check in a second, okay?" I nodded towards the screen. "Almost done."

She swiveled around in the chair again and then leaned forward quickly. "Oh, no way!" she gasped as she leaned forward.

"What is it?" I asked as I leaned forward a bit.

"This last file copying," she pointed the screen in a near-whisper. "It's dated yesterday!"

"Oh," I winced slightly, and actually felt myself pulling my robe up a bit. "I, uh."

Ashley swiveled around and grinned at me. "You total slut," she giggled. "Okay," she glanced back and noticed the download was complete. "Time to see if I'm in here," she clicked a few times. "Yes!" she exclaimed.

I leaned forward and smiled as I saw a number of files with Ashley's name on them.

******

A few hours later Ashley was heading out the door.

"Trust me on this," she said with a smile as she turned to hug me goodbye. "I'll cc you on the emails." After our embrace ended she smiled at me. "I'm in fucking AWE of you, hon," she giggled.

"I'm in awe of you," I giggled back. "I had NO idea what to do," I shrugged. "But you have this dialed in," I beamed a smile at her.

"I am the go-to girl," she chuckled. "But?" she gave me a knowing glance before she headed out. "Brace yourself," she added with a wink.

I took a deep breath as I closed the door.

Less than an hour later I checked my email account. Ashley had sent vid-caps from the videos she'd downloaded to my dad - from a dummy email account - with the subject line: 'I KNOW what you're doing'.

"Oh my god," I giggled as I put a hand to my mouth. "That bitch is prime-evil!"

******

When my dad got home a few hours later, he was in a FOUL mood! "Diane!" he bellowed at me as he slammed the front door behind him. "I need to talk to you!"

I was sitting out on the deck in a bikini and took a deep breath as I stood up and went inside. "What's up?" I asked innocently.

Dad was pacing back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. He hadn't even looked at me yet. He finally stopped pacing and stiffened up. He focused his gaze on me - and then I heard him take a short breath.

Yes! I thought to myself. This was the same bikini I was wearing the first time I climbed into the hot-tub. I knew it left nothing to the imagination - but knowing what I knew now? - I knew my dad's imagination was going full-blast!

It took him a moment to collect himself. But he finally breathed heavily and then looked down. "Have you been in my den?" he growled in a guttural tone.

"No!" I protested innocently. "I know you don't want me going in there!"

He took a deep breath. "Okay," he nodded. His posture still indicated that he was SUPREMELY pissed off. "What about Ashley?"

"What?" I feigned innocence. "No," I pretended to stammer. "I mean, I don't watch her every minute she's over here, but I've told her that your den is off limits." GOD, I was fighting to not grin, or laugh - or even reach for my pussy, which was tingling like MAD!

"Has anyone else been here that I don't known about?" he growled in a low tone. "What about that boy, Trey?" he practically spat.

"No," I confessed - truthfully - "No one," I continued. "And Trey hasn't been here since the day you met him," I continued to play it innocent. "What's wrong, dad?"

He sighed heavily. He also didn't make any eye-contact with me. "It's just," he paused and took a deep breath. "There was," he sighed again.

"Okay, okay, okay," I said in a reassuring voice as I made my way to the fridge. "Let me make you a drink," I said calmly. "You look like you could use one."

******

"Was he pissed?" Ashley giggled to me over the phone.

"Totally," I giggled back as I lounged on bed. "He even wondered if it might have been you!"

"Ah," she sighed heavily. "Your dad thinks I'm capable of such shit," she laughed.

"Well," I laughed back. "You actually are!"

******

The next day, Ashley and I both worked the lunch shift. It was pretty busy, but we both found time to keep checking out emails via our phones.

Ashley had finally gotten a response from my dad: 'Who are you? Where did you get this?'. In each reply to my dad, she cc'ed me. The responses were: 'You'll know soon enough' and 'You KNOW where I got it!'.

Not surprisingly, after I got home, I found my dad in a less than pleasurable mood.

******

"Seriously?" I groaned at Ashley as I closed the front door behind her. "THIS is the plan?"

"Hey," she paused and pivoted to face me. "Means to an end my friend," she grinned at me. "Listen," she added in a reassuring voice. "I know this isn't our usual shit," she shrugged as she pulled bottle of wine out of her bag. "But I did bring a bit of liquid courage," she giggled at me.

"How do I know you're not just doing this to get into my pants?" I chuckled at her as I followed her into the kitchen,

"I've already been there." she smirked at me. "And you in mine! Remember prom night?"