Taking Back Brooke

Brooke tossed her hair to the side and looked seductively into the webcam, a look she had by now perfected. The petite little blonde had been running her webcam-blog site for years and now had not only a big following, but a real grasp on how to turn them on and keep them interested. Her body being her most important asset, Brooke spent a fair amount of time exercising it, she was flexible and toned in all the right ways. As her new camera shoots and videos were coming in increasingly higher quality every aspect of her form had to be just right. From her smooth tanned skin to her always light but flawless makeup, Brooke was the perfect image for all of her fans to drool over.

Her private life was nothing like her internet one; despite the teasing, sultry sexpot she successfully played online she was truly an average, socially capable girl. Her college degree had her a nice job working for a small real estate firm and despite her fan-base she hardly ever had to worry about being recognized by anyone. Her family had no idea and any of her friends that knew had long since accepted her little side-job. It didn't stop the occasional asshole from being overly-aggressive at a party and assuming she gave it out easily if they heard of her on-camera antics. She'd learned how to deal with them now, and only on rare occasion did she ever even consider letting a guy that close to her anyway. In her experience, most guys freaked when they found out, and though Brooke had a secret wild side, she couldn't possibly live up to their expectations.

Brooke's family lived only ten to fifteen minutes from her apartment and she visited them often. She assumed that her online notoriety was subtle enough for neither of her siblings or her parents to ever stumble across but oh was she wrong. Brooke had underestimated just how enticing her gorgeous body and unique facial features really made her.

Her father, Michael, was no pervert or anything of the sort, but as most men often find throughout a marriage, the beautiful young (naked) women on the internet can be pretty enticing every once in a while. One day as he browsed through one of the few sites he frequented, he saw something that caught his eye. A little thumbnail with a pretty blonde girl bending towards the camera showing some great cleavage smiled back at him on a "Singles nearby" type of advertisement. He knew the girls were completely contrived, just popular images some advertiser had pulled from the internet, but he also knew he recognized the face on it. It was a stone cold ringer for his young daughter. He used Google to reverse image search the photo and up popped the same image used probably one hundred separate times.

He eventually traced the origin to a site of a girl named Brooke and as soon as he was looking at a full page photo of her he knew he had been right. His little girl was posed apparently in all non-nude shots, which did little to contain his surprising anger about the situation. All kinds of questions began to flood his mind.

"How could my daughter possibly be capable of that," he thought to himself, "who knows about this and what has Brooke gotten herself in to?"

Before Mike knew it he was grabbing his keys from the kitchen drawer and mindlessly heading out the door to confront her. He had no plans for what he would say and do when he found her, but he got in his car anyway and headed down the highway, the evening sun bearing down on him. He hadn't even thought about what to say to his wife, he'd have to handle that later. About ten mind-racing moments later and Mike was pulling into a parking space outside his daughter's building.

Brooke was just settling down after work for an hour or two of television when her phone announced the buzzer loudly across the room. She was dressed in a little white tank top and some tight-fitting cotton shorts. As she scampered across to the phone to find out who the unexpected visitor was, her 34C breasts bounced sexily in her top, free from the constrains of a bra as she had planned on relaxing alone tonight. As she reached the phone she picked it up and asked,

"Who is it?"

"Brooke, it's your dad," he had a very stern tone from the very start, "let me in we need to talk."

"Yes, daddy." Brooke said back, tentatively. Her hand shivered as she reached for the button.

Waiting for her father's knock upon her door, she ran through all of the possibilities for his unreasonably bad attitude. Being the smart girl that she was, she quickly came to the realization that her cover may have been blown.

"I knew I needed to tell them," Brooke reprimanded herself inwardly, "and now it's all blowing up in my face."

The minute or two it took for her father to climb the stairs gave her just enough time to wish she was wearing something more appropriate. Her current outfit was about as sexy as it got when she wasn't trying to be, and she was quite certain that her top even a little bit see-thru. Her nipples stood proudly at attention, and it made her even more nervous to confront her dad. She had to go back in and cha-

'Knock, Knock, Knock...' three firm knocks rang out before Brooke could even finish her thought and she quickly reached for the knob, pulling the door open slowly to see her dad standing there, stone-faced. He strode past her and began pacing back and forth in her kitchen, deep in thought.

"Brooke, honey, what the hell are you thinking!" he started in right away. "I just saw pictures of my twenty-six year old daughter half-naked on some website. I don't even know what to think, please tell me I've got this terribly wrong because I'm freaking out over here."

"Daddy, hold on just a minute!" Brooke begged him, tears forming in her eyes. "I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I didn't know how, please just let me explain."

"Start talking Brooke," he fired back, "because I've got a lot of bad images in my head right now and I'm going to take some serious convincing to get them out."

"I just do it once every week or so, and I don't do anything you're probably assuming, I don't even get naked," Brooke pleaded with him.

"Like that makes me feel any different about it, what kind of life is that, I can't even imagine what kind of company you keep doing something like that, and what kind of men you are getting involved with?" Mike said with anger still clearly permeating his tone.

"Dad! How could you say that," said Brooke hurt and full of guilt, "I've hardly been with anyone ever since I started when I was younger, and it's not like I'm going around fucking everyone I meet just because I want to have a little extra money on the side. How did you think I was paying off my loans? Sure, I am not exactly doing charity work, but I'm not some kind of whore like your thinking." She was waving her hands and basically begging now, full of emotion and unintentionally bouncing her freed tits in her shirt. It only reinforced the idea that his daughter had somehow been transformed into a sexpot or something worse.

Mike began to feel bad, though still sufficiently angry, as he saw tears forming in Brooke's eyes. He didn't mean to, but as he looked at her, he could see that she was a stunning girl, it was a fact he had always known. It made him proud that his little girl had made it in life honestly and was also a beautiful and sexy woman. He and his wife had talked about it many times, and fending off male pursuers was one of his biggest struggles in Brooke's earlier years. But here she was now, a grown-up, and a gorgeous women to boot. Mike could feel his heart softening a bit, he hadn't thought it all the way through and he didn't see himself as an unreasonable or unfeeling man.

"Still Brooke, you can't have me believe that this is somehow a good thing for you, because I can't come up with a way that it is." Mike challenged her, his tone tamed somewhat.

Brooke had composed herself a little now, and was crossing her arms over her chest, feeling naked in front of her father, a side-effect of her guilt. She had justified her work so often before and most people either saw her way of thinking or at least shut-up about it, but this was a different story. This was a man who had raised her, cared for her and had taught her just about everything she knew about being an adult. She looked up to him and the thought of letting him down made her feel extremely saddened.

Brooke went on to tell her father that she had always been careful about her identity and was very experienced at being a safe part of the online community. She told him a little about everything she did, and despite some grimaces as she relayed that she was frequently naked (covered only by her hands) on camera, he sat and listened patiently and started to imagine accepting this as a part of his life. When she was done, there was a moment of silence as Brooke's father took in all of the information. All of this talk of his beautiful little daughter being nude for an audience had him confused as hell. He could remember from the images he had seen on her homepage the very couch upon which he now sat, covered by her sprawled out naked form, with hands covering only her nipples and leaving the rest of her body open for the viewing.

Mike wasn't happy about her actions, but he knew that he ultimately could not just tell her what to do. She no longer lived under his roof, depended on him for anything or ever really asked him for advice anymore. If Brooke wanted to continue with her website, he could do very little stop her. About thirty minutes of back and forth, Mike always keeping in mind that her website was only a step away from something more serious altogether, the father and daughter came to an tentative agreement. Brooke would stop over at the family home weekly and talk to her father about her life and safety, including her website's serious goings on, and Mike would not tell her mother or take any further action.

Looking at her father, Brooke saw a hesitant smile flash across his face and she knew that she had successfully abated his initial outrage. With the best puppy-dog look she could muster, Brooke looked at her father with her big blue eyes and walked at him slowly. She flung her arms around him and he hugged her close, a feeling of relief coming upon both of them as they both held each other close. Mike was for the first time since barging into her apartment touching his baby girl and it felt nice to be rid of the anger he had brought with him.

Relief wasn't all he was feeling however, with Brooke's thinly covered body pressing tightly against his, her breasts and the swell of her hips was activating feelings in Mike's body he had wanted desperately not to contend with. Brooke's nipples were already visible when he arrived, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by her father and now they were pressed into his chest as Brooke leaned into him and breathed soft sighs of relief. She was a sultry young girl, he could not deny her that, but Brooke's father could not stomach the fact that his little girl was the fantasy of so many that visited her site. It was no easy fact to grow accustomed to, and he pushed it out of his head for now.

"I'm going to go home and sleep on this Brooke," her father told her.

"You could stay here daddy," Brooke said sweetly, "I don't have much but my bed is big enough for the two of us." Brooke had meant it innocently, or so he thought, but with the recent developments and the images of his daughter and her never-ending legs, her smooth skin and the swell of her... no he could not sleep here tonight, or he might do something he'd later regret.

"Thank you honey, but I have got to get back to your mother, Lord knows she'll wonder why I took off in such a hurry." Mike said back.

"Can I come by tomorrow then?" Brooke asked with a delightful whine in her voice, throwing her head to the side and kicking out her hips; it was an unintentionally seductive stance.

"I guess so honey, I'll be home around 4pm so if you come then we can talk for a while until your mother comes home. We'll obviously need to practice some discretion when it comes to her if you are sure you don't want her to know." Mike was starting to settle back into normalcy now and he imagined that the next day really could be just like her usual visits.

"Thank you for being so understanding," Brooke said as she pecked her father on the lips, "I'm sorry you had to find out about it this way."

"It's okay honey, I guess I was just a little shocked and I apologize for not handling it well, I'll see you tomorrow" Mike said, love now replacing the anger in his voice.

Brooke slid out of her father's arms and headed for the door. Once again, her father couldn't help but notice her little butt swaying and her slim midsection arching to the side as she reached a hand up to toss her hair. No wonder she was so successful on the web... As she shut it behind him, Brooke pushed her back against the door and slid down it to her butt as she digested what had just happened. She had never imagined having to handle her father that way, and so suddenly. More than that, a strange feeling was emanating from her core and she realized that she had begun to tingle from her father's loving embrace. It was a feeling she had not felt since in some time, and even then it had not come on so strong. Something about being understood by her father, and then her sexy little secret being known to him had a profound effect on her. She almost didn't want to think it to herself, but she felt what she could only describe as arousal. Brooke dismissed the thought and stood up, returning to the couch for her previously scheduled TV marathon. Only it wasn't the show that was on that she was thinking of, it was her father, his reaction and a naughty little thought popped into her head.

"He must have been somewhere on the internet a little suspect to have come across my photo," Brooke thought suspiciously. "He must have been cruising the internet for girls...well...like me."

It hadn't occurred to her until just now that her father may have been doing a little fantasizing when he had come across her sexy photo. What did he think of her, did he think she was pretty or was he disgusted. She could swear she had felt his nervousness as he hugged her, a characteristic he hardly, if ever, displayed. Could it be that he felt turned on by his own daughter's body on display? If there was one thing Brooke knew, it was that she was very capable of getting a man's attention; had she gotten his in the same way? After all, it was not as if her father was not a decent catch himself, a hunk in fact. If he was checking out pictures of her on the web, she would certainly be flattered to have the praises of a middle-aged, handsome man who had taken good care of himself into his adult life.

Brooke dismissed the thought, no matter how flattered she was, Mike was her father and she would have no more thoughts like that entering her head. Like it or not, she still had some mending work to do in order to have her dad fully accept her lifestyle and even a hint of sexuality toward him could derail her efforts. No, she would play an upstanding role and earn back his trust however she needed to.

On the other end, Mike was deep in thought for the whole drive home. He was considering the pros and cons of her profession, wondering if she would continue now that he knew. His thoughts remained on his daughter as got back to the house and had his usual evening meal with his wife. She prattled on as always about this and that, reminding him to take care of things around the house and asking how her cooking was that night. Mike barely did more than nod in agreement as he continued to think of his daughter. Eventually he became so fixated on his thoughts of her that he decided he would have to go to her website to convince himself that he had made the right decision in going easy on her.

As soon as his wife went to bed at her usual early time, Mike headed out to his office above the garage and logged on to his pc. Saved in his history was his daughter's webpage. He opened it back up as he had earlier that day and there she was. The main photograph had her wearing almost the same thing she had answered the door in when he visited earlier that day; this time her shirt was bunched to expose a bit of her taught abs.

"Coincidental," Mike thought passively.

He clicked on another link and a video opened of her most recent "cam-show," as Brooke had called it. At first he thought he should avoid watching it, but as the video began to play, his hand refrained from closing the window.

Mike stared, watching his young daughter as she smiled back at him. Minutes passed as she chatted on the webcam and then began to play some music. It was typical dance music and though he knew what was coming his mind had not prepared him for it. Brooke danced slowly and seductively in front of the camera as the song began, touching herself over her clothes and making sexy faces and poses for the camera. She began to intensify her dancing a bit, bending and gyrating to the pulse of the music. Then she slowly peeled of her skin-tight shirt, bunching it up just below the nipples as she hooked her fingers in her panties. She continued looking at the camera as she pushed her panties down and hid the treasures beneath strategically with her legs or hands. If he looked closely he could even see a tiny bit of her nipple as she danced about.

"What a little tease," Mike said to himself. "I still can't believe this."

As the video progressed she peeled off further layers of clothing until she was naked and rolling around on the bed, only tentatively covering her nipples and sweet little pussy. Something inside Mike made him wish to see his daughter's fully naked form on the camera, and he was disappointed when the video came to a close and there was no such luck. He had not noticed while he was watching the video but Mike realized that he was fully hard and incredibly horny as he gazed upon his beautiful daughter.

A notification appeared on the site that Brooke had updated it, and he clicked to see a short journal entry for the evening. It read:

"It's been a bit of a strange night full of drama, but something's about it has me kind of turned on. Sometimes I feel horny for the strangest reasons, does anybody else get that way? Well anyway, come check out my new show this weekend, hopefully I'll be able to control myself until then, though I feel like I could just about jump anyone's bones right now."

As her father read this he felt himself sneering at her words. They were so sultry and so perfectly phrased to manipulate all of the fans out there. "What a fucking tease," her father thought and he felt himself getting a little angry again. And of course, she was talking about him: clearly their little exchange had gotten her riled up, but it was in an altogether different way than he'd planned. In a mixture of curiosity, frustration and lust, Mike finished watching another two of Brooke's most recent videos. As his erection became uncomfortable in his jeans, he pushed it around with his hand and savored the feeling of touching it as the sexy little minx danced around on the screen in front of him. She was wearing a tiny pair of underwear that said "Daddy's Girl," in the current video and her nipples we covered only by a single finger. Thoughts of teaching the little tease a lesson, one that could only be taught with a firm cock, entered his head before he knew it.

"Daddy's Girl," he thought, "I'll show her daddy's girl."

If Brooke was there right then, he certainly do just, the little tease on the screen was screaming for sex and he'd be more than capable of giving it to her. Mike was imagining bending Brooke over his desk and taking her from behind when he snapped out of his daydreaming.