Cabin fever sets in as some boundaries are crossed and a fire is set

The first week went by painfully slow for Lacey. Her Dad was right. The internet was good, but besides watching shows there was almost nothing to do. Things were awkward with him for a lot of reasons. They really had no idea what to say to each other and he was busy a lot with work in his office. When they were together, Lacey felt a strange emotion deep in her stomach and lost her words. She was beginning to worry he thought she was an idiot.

Most days passed by and Lacey was either in the tv room or in her bedroom all day. By time the first week had finished she was going stir crazy. She only ate meals with her Father and him not really taking interest in her felt like a further rejection. She began pouting, only responding with tension. She even took some meals alone to see if it would catch his attention. It didn’t.

This drove Lacey wild and she wasn’t entirely sure why. Her frustration boiled over in the evening and she went to confront her Father in his room. The door was ajar and she peered in. Noticing he wasn’t in the room so she looked in and realized he was sitting on the toilet. Lacey jumped back in surprise, but she noticed he had something he was looking at in his hand and he was kind of shaking. In curiosity Lacey peered back. There he was, evidently looking at porn on his phone and masterbating. Vigorously. She couldn’t look away. He was wrapped in his task and she had no fear of discovery. His dick was so big! The purple tip shaking over his hand as he stroked it looked warm and inviting. Just watching made Lacey feel a warm pressure building. Her panties started to feel wet. Then he grunted and came. Thick ropes shot from his penis. Lacey felt a horrifying realization as her panties flooded. That was the attention she had wanted. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking maybe if he looked at her the way he looked at his phone she would get what she had been missing all along.

Lacey quickly ducked and returned to her room. She opened on her laptop and searched the filthy stories she had read online. Stories about ‘Daddy’s’ diapering their littles and fucking them then taking care of them. Littles being brats and getting spanked. All of them filled with attention. This woke something obsessive in her. This is what she wanted and her pussy throbbed just thinking about it. She wanted to masterbate to satisfy her urge so bad. But instead, deep down Lacey made a decision. She was going to act on these perverse urges. She got into bed and fell asleep thinking about what she had seen her Dad doing in his bathroom.

The next day her Dad had asked Lacey to make a shopping list for delivery and he would order everything. Clothes or food or electronics that she wanted. Lacey went up to her room and thought about what she wanted at first she wrote down the snacks she was missing and some other food items, but then her mind wandered to yesterday and her stories. A feeling rose in her stomach. She had never had any interest in wearing diapers before, but something had changed. She at least wanted to have something to do to mix up the boredom. At most, she wondered if the strange request would get his attention finally. Lacey thought about her Dad seeing her in a diaper. Touching it. Touching her. She was almost overwhelmed by how horny she was. She finished the list and ran downstairs and handed the list to her Father almost gleefully.

Lacey sat at the bar innocently while he read. Then a look of surprise came across his face and he looked up at her. “It’s really none of my business, but did you mean to order two bags of pull-ups?” He asked awkwardly. Lacey tried to play it off. “They’re for my period. It’s not really any of your business, you’re right” she said matter of factly. This wasn’t entirely untrue. Lacey had read online that some women actually loved wearing diapers during their period for convenience, but mostly she got a thrill out of the thought of him thinking about her wearing them.

He just shrugged and made the order online. He then got up and left. Lacey had figured his nightly routine. He would masterbate in his room then come to the living room and watch tv. His complete non chalance had made her furious. The thought of him beating his dick as if she hadn’t just hinted at her darkest secret. She waited for him to be in his own little world then she went upstairs to his door and Lacey slid down her sweatpants so she was just wearing her lacey blue thong and a brown tshirt and walked in. There he was beating his dick. It took a second but he noticed her and he looked up with a look of astonishment and surprise.