A delimma

My house looked warm and benign in the cool October air. I stared at it in trepidation, now faced with a new dilemma.

My parents had divorced almost seven years ago. I had lived with my mom when they had first separated, but when she moved to England to be with her new boyfriend, I had moved in with my Dad. We had lived together for almost four years, and we had a very open relationship. He was amazing to me, and I loved him absolutely. When he had finally begun dating again last year I had been so happy for him, and now he had a steady relationship with a young woman named Darlene, a teacher at the local elementary school. I had always wanted to do well in my Daddy's eyes, and I knew that he was generally very proud of me.

So how would he feel if he saw me in this whorish outfit? Finally coming to a decision, I scampered around the back. The window to his study—which was immediately next door to my room—had a broken latch, and I had used it to sneak in a few times when I had gone out and gotten drunk with my friends. Sure enough, the window was cracked, and I pushed it open softly. Unaware of the noise I was making, I hoisted myself up onto the windowsill, lifted my legs over, and slipped into the dark room.

I could see a crack of light from beneath the door. I decided I would leave the journey to my bedroom for a few minutes, and I turned and pulled the window back down. That's when it happened.

Without warning, the light in the room came on. Feeling a lump in my throat, I closed my eyes as I heard the inevitable voice from behind me.

"Katie?"

What could I do? I turned around and looked at him.

"Hi Daddy."

He stared at me in shock, not even yet registering what I was wearing. I bit my lower lip and just hoped to god that I had wiped enough of the cum off my face before I had begun the last leg of my journey home. For a moment he didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. He just stared at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's only 9:30, honey. Why are you coming through the window?"

And then it slowly dawned on him what I was wearing. His mouth opened slightly in shock, as he cast his eyes up and down my body.

I opened my mouth to stammer out an answer, but he interrupted me. "Katie, what on earth are you wearing?"

And then the most bizarre thing happened. Dad was wearing his boxer shorts and a t-shirt. Normally he would have his pants on if I were home, but often when I was out he would settle down into more comfortable clothing like he was wearing. Usually, in the past, if I had come home and he was in his briefs, it would have meant nothing—he would usually just steal away and reappear with jeans or sweat pants on. Not that we were prudes or anything, but he was careful to stay respectable around me.

But now, as he stared at me in disbelief, I could clearly see the material in his boxers begin to strain against something. As he stared at my barely-covered form, decked out as a slutty Catholic schoolgirl, I couldn't take my eyes from his pants. His hard-on was now clearly visible, and it looked huge.

I couldn't believe it.

My daddy was getting a boner from looking at me.

Two or three seconds passed before we both quickly broke our gazes. I raised my head quickly to look him in the eyes as he moved his hands over his groin area. I sighed.

"It's a long story daddy," I said. "Some asshole stole my clothes when I was in the shower after gym class, and this was all I could find to wear. That's why I'm home so late. Can I just go to my room?"

He stammered for a second, knowing what I had just seen. Then his features relaxed. "Sure honey," he said. I walked forward and slipped past him into the hallway. I knew Darlene was not in the house because of the way Daddy was dressed, so I wasn't worried about running into her. I turned and gave my Dad one last smile.