"Honey, I'd be glad to, uh... "model" with you if it was just... normal modeling. You know, standing around striking a pose or whatever?" I tried to explain to my daughter, who had just made an extremely odd request.
She pushed her light brown hair behind her ear and looked away from me for just a moment.
"I mean, all you'd have to do is just stand there, technically," she argued. "Actually, it'd be best if you just stand there!" she smiled hopefully up at me. "You literally wouldn't have to do anything except hold the camera!"
"Buggy, it's out of the question," I said, maybe a little more forcefully than I meant to.
My daughter's name was Beth. "Bug" had been her nickname ever since she had failed her first attempt at saying her own name when she was very little.
"Dad, I don't think you understand. Let me show you something," Beth said, turning around in her chair and pulling a website up on her computer. I had been standing in the entrance to her room, and now I walked in and stood behind her chair. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and looked at the screen in front of her.
"Okay, so, look," Beth said, motioning to a multicolored bar graph. "Hmm," I made a hum of acknowledgement.
"All right, so this bar on the left? That's basically me," Beth explained.
"Uh-huh..." I replied, looking closely at the graph. Beth was referring to a bar on the far left side of the graph. It was the smallest bar visible. Underneath the bar was a label: "Solo Only."
"Solo only, huh?" I asked a little sarcastically.
When my daughter, Beth, graduated high school, she didn't want to move out of my house. Her mom wasn't in our lives, and Beth was my only kid.
Beth was short -- when she was growing up, she only shot up in height about half as much as other girls at her school. Hell, maybe not even half. She stopped growing around the time she turned 18, and she was about a head shorter than most other girls her age. She wasn't Danny DeVito levels of short, but she wasn't far from it either. I just thought it made her cuter, though.
She had straight, light-brown hair that went down a few inches past her shoulders. She would often put her hair behind her ears when she's concentrating or nervous, or trying to listen closely.
Even though she was slightly chubby, like her mom, her breasts were still on the smaller side. However, she had very wide hips, a big round butt, and some pretty thick thighs to go along with it. I had always assumed that she was self-conscious about her body (even though I never thought there was anything wrong with it), and I was a little relieved to find out that that wasn't the case at all.
When Beth unexpectedly presented me with $500 cash, I wasn't sure where she had gotten the money. I asked a few times where she'd gotten the dough, but she just assured me that she was being safe, and told me not to worry. She told me it was a rent payment, and that I could expect to see them on the first of each month as long as she was staying at home with me. I never would have asked her for money, but I wasn't in a position to turn it down, either.
"You're not, uh... a lady of the evening, are you...?" I had asked her at some point later on. She laughed and denied it emphatically enough that I believed her, and dropped it.
At some point after she had given me her first monthly rent payment, I was dropping off some laundry in Beth's bedroom while she was out of the house. I noticed a few things in her room, and I began to understand where she was probably getting the money.
Standing on the floor at the foot of Beth's bed were two things, both on tripods: A round ring-shaped light, and a little camera.
After Beth returned home that day, I talked with her about what I had found in her room.
She was pretty embarrassed, but eventually she explained to me that since shortly after she had graduated high school, she had been making pornography to sell on Onlyfans, and that that's where the money had been coming from.
She went on to explain that she only filmed at home, and that she hadn't done anything with guys on camera. She also explained that since her face is only visible to her paid subscribers, the chances of someone we know stumbling upon her profile were very low.
Whatever. I didn't like the idea of strange men looking at my only daughter like that, but at least she wasn't doing hardcore sex stuff, and it sounded like she was being pretty safe. She was over 18 anyway. It was time for her to make her own decisions, and live with them afterwards.
Since that day, my daughter was a little more open about her new job. She always kept the door closed when she was working, obviously, but now I would hear her filming sometimes, and when she did I would always notice the bright light from the ring light seeping out from under her door. I hadn't noticed that before we talked about it -- she must have been only filming at night, or when I was out of the house.
At first, it was pretty weird to hear my daughter, uh... filming herself. But I got used to it surprisingly quickly. I supposed that if she was going to do something like this, then I would just be glad she was doing it safely from home.
In some small way that I didn't recognize until later, I was glad she felt comfortable enough at home to do that stuff semi-openly.
"Yeah, I only do solo stuff, remember?" Beth reminded me.
"Well... that's... good?" I said unsurely.
"I guess, but look..." Beth motioned to the next bar on the graph, which was maybe 25% higher than the first one. This bar was labeled "Solo + G/G"
"That's a lot higher," I admitted. "What's G/G?" I asked, afraid of the answer, because I saw that the next bars in the graph all included B/G, and they were all much higher than the first two bars.
"Girl-girl. Like if two girls make a video together and they-"
"Okay, I get it, I get it," I interrupted her. I pinched her shoulder lightly each time I said "get it."
Beth motioned to all the other bars in the graph, which dwarfed the first two. The lowest one was twice as tall as the "Solo + G/G" bar, and four times as tall as the "Solo Only" category which my daughter belonged to.
"So, all these other ones, where the creators make a lot more money, they all include B/G scenes," Beth explained pragmatically, as if money was the only thing we were discussing.
"And B/G is..." I prompted her.
"Boy-girl. So like a guy and a girl-"
"Yeah-- yeah, I get it," I interrupted her again, pinching her shoulder like before, a little harder this time, but not near hard enough to hurt her, or even irritate her. I hooked my fingers under the strap of her tanktop and caressed her skin with the backs of my fingers.
"Yeah. So that's why I wanted to try it. And I don't, I mean I'm not talking to John anymore, and I just don't have anyone else to do it with," Beth explained, as if she really thought that the solution to have me "model" with her was perfectly reasonable.
John had been her boyfriend for a year or two in high school, but they had broken up or drifted apart towards the end of Beth's Senior year. I wasn't really sure what had happened, but John was no longer in Beth's life.
"Beth, there's other guys, right?" I asked her, because she couldn't be serious about this, could she?
"I dunno," Beth sighed, turning her chair to the side and standing up to walk over to the window.
"I guess I could run downstairs and ask that guy over there," Beth said to me, motioning to some guy walking on the sidewalk across the street. We lived in an apartment in a major city, so there were always people walking by.
"Honey. Gross," I said. She was still peering out the window.
"Yeah..." Beth sighed theatrically. "If only there was someone else I could film with," she said thoughtfully. "Like, someone I've known all my life. Someone I trust completely. Someone I actually love." She looked over at me cautiously. She kind of shrugged and looked away. She looked defeated.
It seemed like she was actually serious. As insane as this was, I was kind of flattered that she'd want to do something like that with me -- even if it was just to make more money. And I wasn't sure about exactly what she had in mind, anyway. I had an idea, but she hadn't discussed specifics. I assumed she wasn't thinking about doing anything she'd be uncomfortable with, or regret. It was all her idea in the first place anyway.
"So... it's really just considered modeling?" I asked Beth cautiously. She pursed her lips and seemed to smile, and she nodded yes.
"And I'd really just have to stand there?" I raised one eyebrow at her. I couldn't believe what I was beginning to consider, but the prospect of my little girl hooking up with some random guy pulled off the street was not something I could allow. Even if she wasn't being totally serious -- which was entirely possible -- I told myself that I had to step in. It's what any halfway-decent dad would do. And I know that my little girl is cute enough that she could probably proposition just about any random guy, and they'd say yes. It just wasn't a risk that I could take.
She nodded again. "Well, and film too," she said, making a motion like she was holding a camera in front of her, facing it down. "But that part's easy," she added.
I took note of how she was pretending to hold the camera, as if she was filming something happening in front of her crotch.
Beth had instructed me to stand in her room and yell out to her before I started the recording.
I was wearing a button-down shirt with jeans and a leather belt. I had just been wearing pajamas and a tee-shirt, but Beth had asked me to change into "outside" clothes for the video.
I wasn't even sure what Beth was going to do. I had a feeling, but I could not wrap my mind around the idea of my daughter actually doing that with me. I decided that I would stand still as a statue -- just as she had asked me to do -- and I would just allow her to film with me as her silent model. She had asked me to stay quiet during filming, and that was fine with me -- I was planning on staying silent anyway. I couldn't risk the voice of her father appearing in her online videos.
"I'm probably gonna talk a lot," she explained. "So when I ask a question, can you like, tilt the camera up and down like you're nodding your head?"
I told her I would. She explained it was going to be kind of a "role playing" video. She explained that a certain type of video had become very popular online recently, and that we were going to be doing something along those lines. I cautiously told her I'd go along with whatever she had in mind.
I stood fully clothed in my daughter's room, leaning up against her bed. My left hand rested on Beth's pink Powerpuff Girls bedspread -- she had never stopped loving cartoons. My right hand held Beth's camera. It looked like a normal photography camera, but it had a high-resolution video feature too.
"All right, uh... action!" I called out just before starting the video recording. I pointed the camera at Beth's bedroom door, and I watched her enter through the small viewing screen on the back of the camera.
"Oh... it's you," Beth said with disdain into the camera after walking in, carefully closing the door open behind her.
I was about to reply with confusion, but then I remembered what was going on. I kept my mouth shut and the camera trained on my daughter. She was already acting and in character. Would I be able to stay in character too?
"What are you doing in my room, anyway? Don't you have anything better to do with your time than creep around in your little sister's room?"
Oh. So it was that type of "role-playing" video. I briefly wondered if the actual circumstances were even more outlandish than those suggested in the scenario, and decided that they were.
"Well, whatever. What?" she said, looking up into the camera as if I had just said something outlandish to her.
"You want me to touch it? Like, IT? You mean your penis?" She looked into the camera for a moment, and I remembered to tilt the camera up and down to indicate that, yes, I had asked her to touch it. Or, to be more accurate, her "brother" had asked her to touch it.
"Wow," she said into the camera, "That's pretty gross. What if I just take it out and look at it?"
I filmed her steadily without moving the camera.
"Then if I like it, I guess I can touch it," she rolled her eyes. Now I nodded the camera emphatically. I hoped that I was doing a good job. How far was this going to go? My heart began to beat rapidly as my daughter kneeled down in front of me. She was short enough that when she was kneeled down like this, her face was basically at the same level as my groin. I had never noticed that before. I had never had a reason to.
I pushed the thought from my mind. Beth wasn't going to go that far, was she? I kept the camera trained on her lovely face. She pushed her hair behind her ears and got to work on awkwardly fumbling at my belt. She was wearing a light purple floral tanktop and extra-short jean shorts. They were tight enough that her thick upper thighs sort of "burst" out of them. She normally wore pajama pants around the house; I suspected she had chosen these shorts for filming.
My belt jingled when she got it undone.
"I have the weirdest brother," she sighed, pulling my belt out from its loops and tossing it to the side. Was this really happening? I couldn't ask her any questions or try to stop her: it would ruin her video.
"But it's okay, I still love you," she glanced up briefly at the camera before returning her gaze to the button and zipper of my pants.
My daughter slowly pulled my pants down, leaving my boxers on. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them away from my ankles. In the camera's view screen, my daughter's face was shown most prominently, but at the bottom of the screen my boxers were visible, and my penis was already straining against the front.
I felt insanely guilty at how excited I already was.
"Whoa, is it already kinda hard?" Beth asked into the camera. I moved the camera up once and then back down, lifting it instead of tilting it. I hoped it might be understood as a "shrug".
"Well, whatever. Let's see here..." Beth said thoughtfully, and then she slowly pulled the band of my boxers down until her father's penis was free. I was not fully hard at this point, but I was erect enough that my dick sprang up from the waistband and came within an inch or two of smacking my daughter on the nose.
"Whoa!" Beth exclaimed. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked at my penis with surprise.
God damn. She was being so cute about this. My heart melted and I chuckled lightly under my breath. I hoped the camera's microphone hadn't picked the sound up very clearly.
"Hmmm," Beth said, slowly reaching a hand out and gently gripping the base of my shaft. Her hand looked kind of small wrapped around me. She gently squeezed several times. I made sure to catch all of the action on camera. Her soft fingers were surprisingly warm.
Beth then let go of my shaft, abruptly stood up and walked back to the door. She turned and looked back at the camera. I made sure to include her big butt in the shot -- I figured that would be appropriate. She stood with her legs in a way that accentuated her ass in a way I had never seen her do before. I realized for the first time that my daughter has a truly bodacious ass. It was absolutely spilling out of her shorts.
She looked exasperatedly into the camera. "You wanted me to touch it, I touched it. What, we're not done yet?" I shook the camera no.
"So, what then? Ew! You really want me to put my mouth on it?" she gave the camera a disgusted look. I nodded the camera yes.
My daughter sighed loudly and rolled her eyes as she kneeled back down in front of me. My heart pounded and I hoped it wasn't shaking the camera too much.
"Look, what if I just do it to your balls? Isn't that close enough?" she raised one eyebrow and looked into the camera.
I raised the camera up and then down once. Then I tilted it up and down. A shrug, and then a nod.
"Fine..." my daughter sighed. "Can you at least hold that thing up out of my way? It's kinda big." she looked disapprovingly at my penis, which was still not hard enough to be sticking straight up, where it would have already been out of her way. I had thought I wasn't going to have to do anything except film, but I took my shaft in my hand and held it up to the right.
"Thanksssssss," Beth said sarcastically as she got into position. Was she really going to... I can't even say it. I kept wondering when I was going to wake up, but I never did.
My daughter sighed and placed her hands on my hairy thighs to steady herself. "I have the weirdest brother..." she whispered as her lips crept towards my scrotum. She sighed defeatedly when her face was about 2 inches away, and then she planted her lips on my left testicle for a quick peck. She was really putting on a show. I felt incredibly weird about it, but it was insanely hot and unbearably cute.
"I guess that wasn't so bad," Beth admitted to the camera. "You want me to do it some more, huh? Fine, but you really owe me after this." I shrugged the camera again. Beth leaned forward and her lips locked around my left testicle. Without thinking about it, I began to slowly stroke myself with the hand I was using to hold my penis out of Beth's way. In Beth's mouth, I felt her warm tongue beginning to swirl around my scrotum. A moment later she applied enough suction to pull my left testicle into her mouth. I positioned the camera closer to her and slightly to the left to capture this clearly on video.
Beth looked at the camera and several times she allowed my testicle to fall out of her mouth, only for her to quickly slurp it back in. From this angle, the camera could more clearly see me stroking myself as Beth continued to act out the scene.
I moved the camera back to its original position, which was right in front of me, between me and my daughter. She took this as a cue to stop making out with her father's scrotum (never thought I'd say that), and she looked up into the camera. Somehow, we seemed already to have a really good sort of "synergy" with this whole operation.
"I guess I can do it to your penis too, but only the tip, all right?" she said innocently into the camera. I nodded the camera emphatically.
I was still holding my penis up. I released it, and it was now hard enough that it stuck straight up on its own. Beth took the base of my shaft in her warm fingers again and pointed the unit towards her pink lips.
"Do NOT cum," she ordered into the camera with my penis inches from her mouth. I could feel her breath on the tip as she spoke. I shrugged with the camera. I can't always help it, I meant to suggest.
She sighed, and again I felt her warm breath on the tip of my penis. "Just let me know if you have to, I guess," she said into the camera, and she was now gently stroking at the base of my shaft. I nodded the camera excitedly.
Beth sighed again, rolling her eyes and acting as though she were about to do something that she may not be looking forward to. But she wasn't acting very convincingly. She actually seemed pretty excited.
"Just the tip..." she whispered to herself before beginning to plant gentle dry kisses all over the tip of my penis. She started directly over my urethra, but she moved all around the head, kissing the sides, top, and bottom of it.
"In?" she asked the camera incredulously. "You want me to put it in? In my mouth? Your penis literally in my mouth?" she paused for a moment, staring up into the lens. I nodded the camera.
"The things we do for family," she sighed, and then she moved her hand up the shaft so that she was then holding me near the base of the head of my penis. Then she pressed the head of my penis against her lips and began kissing it wetly. After a few kisses she began to use her tongue. Still she focused only on the tip of my penis.
