Summary: Frank and Peter suspect that their daughters Dylan and
Amber are the girls they were chatting with online. The two dads
sneak upstairs to Dylan's room to catch them in the act. And
catch them they do! This leads to a little game of Truth or Dare.

This story is completely fictional and intended for adults only.
If you are under 18 or offended by such material, do not read it.

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Story: Daddy's Diary pt 5 by DaddyOh (01/08) (MMff, inc?,
masturbation?)

Peter and I had just been in the "18 and Looking for Experience"
chat room I like to visit. We were chatting with two girls that
identified themselves as PartyGirlz. The more they shared, the
more the "PartyGirlz" sounded like our little girls Dylan and
Amber, who happened to be up in Dylan's room at the time. I could
just picture the two of them sitting at Dylan's computer desk
chatting with two "anonymous" older guys.

Before we went up the stairs to try and catch the girls in the
midst of something naughty, Peter stopped me.

"Frank," Peter began, "Are we sure we're ready for what we might
be walking into here?"

"What do you mean, Pete?" I asked.

"I mean," Peter continued, "We both know we're going to your
daughter's room, to try and catch her, and my daughter, involved
in some kind of sex game, aren't we?"

"I believe that's the plan," I replied.

"Well," Peter said, "We saw them strip on video, Frank. We jerked
off while we watched them." He paused. "What if we go in and
they're doing something like that again, only we're not seeing it
on video. We're seeing our daughters strip in person."

"That would be pretty wild," I said, pondering his words.

"But let's be honest, Frank," Peter said. "When we had our dicks
in our hands a few hours ago, we were thinking about more than
seeing our girls naked. I guess what I'm really saying is...if we
find them doing something...and we...get involved, are you o.k.
with me doing things with your daughter...with Dylan?" Another
pause.

"Honestly, Pete," I began, "As long as it's what Dylan wants,
then I think I'll be fine. But you make a good point and I should
ask you the same thing. If something does happen, are you going
to be all right if I do things with your daughter...with Amber?"

"Same answer," Peter replied. "If it's what Amber wants, then I
think I'll be O.K. too. In fact, I have to admit that when we were
jerking ourselves this afternoon, I was already thinking about
your hands on Amber's big tits. It really turned me on,
actually."

"I hope that can be arranged, Pete," I said with a wry smile.
"Let's go see what our little nymphs are up to!" With that, we
continued our journey up the stairs to Dylan's room.

When we reached Dylan's door, it was of course closed. From
inside all I could hear was music and muffled giggling. I knocked
and I heard Dylan yell, "What?" I asked her to open the door and
again heard, "What!?" I tried the knob, but as expected, it was
locked. As much as I secretly wanted to shoulder the door open
and find Dylan and Amber naked and kissing each other wildly, I
resisted the urge. This time I knocked more loudly and after a pause,
I heard Dylan on the other side of the door.

"Whaaaat?" she said loudly.

"It's me, Dylan," I said. "Open up."

"Why?" she said.

"Because I want to talk to you," I replied.

"Now?" she said.

"Yes, now," I replied. This led to a variety of scuffling sounds
from behind the door. Finally she opened it. Dylan stood at the
door with her short hair disheveled. She and Amber had both
adjusted their sleepover wear a bit. Each was wearing a big
t-shirt on top panties on the bottom. Both girls' shirts were
short enough that their underwear was visible. Amber was standing
near Dylan's computer desk. Dylan stared in a way that implied
that the girls had no time for our interruption.

"Hi," Dylan said quickly. "Hi Daddy Pete." She looked quickly at
Pete. All my kids call Peter 'Daddy Pete' because they know him
so well and Peter's kids call me 'Daddy Frank' for the same
reason. "What's up?"

"We were just wondering what you two were up to," I said.

"Nothing," Dylan replied. "Just hanging out, listening to music."

"Using your computer?" I asked. I looked at the screen near the
place Amber was standing.

"No, Daddy Frank," Amber said. "We weren't."

"Why?" Dylan said.

"We were just wondering," Peter interjected. "We wanted to make
sure you two were behaving."

"Yea," Dylan said. "Totally, Daddy Pete." I entered the room and
took a closer look at the computer. I didn't see anything on the
screen that looked like a chat room. "What are you looking for,
Daddy? You're acting weird."

"Nothing, Honey," I said. If it had indeed been them, they had
cleared the screen before we arrived. But it HAD to be them. Then
I noticed Dylan's video camera next to the computer keyboard. I
reached for it and Dylan immediately moved toward me to take it.
I quickly picked it up before she could get to it. "Were you guys
using this?"

"Yea," Dylan said. "We've been using it since yesterday. Just
fooling around."

"Well, let's see what you were recording," I said.

"Daddy, no!" Dylan said. "Um, it's not working right."

"It's not?" I said. "Well then I had better have a look at it."

"No, Daddy," Dylan said again. "We should take it back to the
store tomorrow." She reached for the camera again.

"Well, Dylan," I said, "I can't very well take it back if I don't
know what's wrong with it. Is there something on here you
don't want me to see?" She was silent. I hit the button for the
quick menu and navigated to the video list. The video Peter and I
had watched had been deleted, but there was something new in its
place. I hit play. Immediately on the small screen I saw Amber 
sitting at Dylan's desk. Dylan made one more protest in vain.
"Pete, I think we should take a look at this." Peter came over to
look at the small screen with me as Amber moved away looking
nervous.

On the screen we saw Dylan sitting at her computer desk, looking
at the screen, typing and laughing, telling Amber (who held the
camera) to stop filming. Amber also laughed and refused. Dylan
said something about teasing some guys. Then I realized she was
being filmed while chatting. She mentioned something about "older
guys" and I knew she had been in the chat room with Pete and me.
Amber must have set the camera on Dylan's dresser, because a few
seconds later she joined Dylan at the desk.

Both girls were now looking intently at the computer and Dylan
was typing away. Then they both sat back and kept watching the
screen. Both were giggling, then something happened that I had
not expected. Dylan leaned back further in her chair, spread her
legs and slid her hand into her panties. Amber laughed more and
said something about Dylan being a slut. She then turned in her
chair and slid her hand up Dylan's shirt, then leaned over and
began kissing her neck. Dylan enjoyed this for a few moments,
then broke the embrace, removing her hand and leaning back to the
desk to type some more.

Pete and I traded glances between one another and the little
screen. Dylan sat on the edge of her bed, Amber stood in the
corner, both silent. Back on the screen, Dylan had typed a few
more responses, then she turned to Amber, returning the favor by
sliding her hand up Amber's shirt, but instead of kissing her
neck, Dylan's mouth met Amber's full-on. After another brief
period of groping and kissing, they returned their attention to
the computer screen again. This went on for several minutes, which I
realized was about the length of time we had been chatting with
the PartyGirlz.

Dylan then made reference to the guys saying they would be right
back. It was hard to hear much because the girls had music
playing. This break in the chat action apparently prompted Dylan
to get a bit more comfortable and she pulled her t-shirt over her
head. She turned toward Amber and leaned back and Amber wasted no
time in moving toward her, then kissing her small breasts.

I knew what would come next. The girls heard a knock at the door,
which startled them greatly. Amber lunged for the camera as Dylan
moved to clear the computer screen. End of video.

Peter and I looked again at one another, then at the girls, who
hovered in guilty silence. I went to Dylan's computer to take a
closer look. Her Internet browser was still open, to her search
page. I hit the "back" button a few times and I was directed to a
chat room. "18 and Looking for Experience" was the room last
visited. We both turned to the girls.

"Would you two like to explain yourselves?" I asked.

"Daddy," Dylan began, "Please..."

"Daddy Frank," Amber interrupted, "We were just fooling around!
We're so sorry! Daddy (to Peter), I've never done this before, I
swear!" The young lady protests a bit too quickly, I thought.

"I think we had better talk, downstairs," I said. The girls
dutifully left the room and led the way down to our family room.
As Peter and I exited, he gave me a look that was clearly
asking what we were going to do next. I simply shrugged
indicating I was making it up as I went along.

We reached the family room and sat on opposite sofas. Peter and I
were at each end of one of the couches, Amber and Dylan sat across 
from us on the other.

"So just what have you two been up to?" Peter asked. Both girls
looked at one another sheepishly, then back at us, but said
nothing.

"Look, girls," I said, "We just want to know what you've been doing.
Why were you in that chat room? Have you been there
before?" Amber once again could not control herself.

"No, Daddy Frank!" she blurted. "We've never done that before! I
swear. It's the first time! We just got there by accident!"

"It didn't look like that from what we saw in the video, Amber,"
I replied. "It looked like you both knew what you were doing on
the computer. It also seemed you weren't exactly shy about the
other things you were doing. What do you think your mothers would
think about this?"

"Daddy," Dylan said, much more in control than Amber. "Please
don't be mad. It wasn't our first time. We just chat sometimes.
We were just goofing around. It's no big deal. And please,
PLEASE, don't tell Mom."

"No big deal?" Peter chimed in. "Girls, do you know what can
happen on the Internet? Don't you realize how many people in chat
rooms aren't who they pretend to be? And how many girls get hurt
or worse when they meet people from the Internet?" Even I thought
he was overreacting a bit.

"Daddy Peter," Dylan said, "We would NEVER, EVER meet anyone. I
SWEAR. We're not that stupid. We know there are a bunch of
perverts in chat rooms." That comment got my attention, as I pictured
Pete and me chatting anonymously with the 'PartyGirlz'. "I
promise you both, we were only having fun and we would never do
anything like meeting someone we met online." Amber nodded 
enthusiastically in agreement and I believed them on that point,
which was reassuring.

"So," I said, "How often do you two do this? The truth, please."

"Chat?" Dylan said. "Daddy, we chat all the time."

"That kind of chat?" I replied.

"Oh," she said. "That kind of chat. Um, not very often." Amber
looked guilty again. "O.K., once or twice a week." Amber gave
Dylan a look that seemed to convey that she wanted Dylan to shut
her mouth.

"And what about the other things you were doing in that video?"
Peter asked. The girls again looked at one another nervously and
remained silent. "We just want to know what you've been doing,
girls. We're not mad, we just want to know." Peter said this
reassuringly and it seemed to put the girls somewhat more at
ease.

"It was the first time, Daddy!" Amber exclaimed. "Really! We've
never done that before!" Dylan rolled her eyes at Amber.

"They don't believe you, Amber," Dylan said. "We like each other,
a lot. We've been fooling around for a while." Her words hung in
the air for a bit. I asked how long 'a while' was. "Maybe a
year." I considered her response.

"A year?" I said. "Are you two, uh..."

"No, Daddy," Dylan said before I could finish. "We're not
lesbians. We like boys, a lot. But you both know that we're best
friends. We just started experimenting and we really liked it,
that's all. It's no big deal."

"Well, I'm sorry girls," Peter said. "But it seems like a big
deal to us. I mean, not only do we find you making a video of you
kissing and touching each other, but we catch you in a chat room
talking to older guys about your bodies, telling them how big
your boobs are! I think that's kind of a big deal." Now Peter's
words hung in the air.

"Daddy Peter," Dylan said. "How did you know what we were
chatting about?" It was Peter's and my turn to look at one
another nervously. I couldn't blame Pete for his mistake, given
the anxious tension of the situation, but I sure wished he had
thought a bit more quickly before speaking. "It was you two,
wasn't it! You were the older guys in the chat room! Were you
spying on us?" Then Amber seemed to get the joke.

"They couldn't have been," Amber said. "How would they have any
idea we would be in that chat room. Daddy, did you know we would
be in that chat room?" Peter and I didn't know what to say.

"They couldn't know that," Dylan chimed in. "They were downstairs
looking to chat with some young girls and they happened to find
us. I had no idea when we described how we looked that I was
talking to our dads! So, Daddy...what DO YOU think Mom would
think about this?"

"Now, Dylan," I replied, "You don't know what you're talking
about." I sounded very unsure of myself. "You're the one who's
out of line here.You're in chat rooms with older men, you're
fooling around with another girl."

"Look who's talking," Dylan said. "You and Daddy Peter were down
in the basement chatting with young girls. What were you doing in
that chat room, Daddy?" I had no reply. "I think you were doing
the same thing we were doing. You wanted to have fun.
That's all we wanted to do." I remained speechless.

"I guess they're right, Frank," Peter said. "Listen, girls, we
were doing something we shouldn't have. You're right."

"Dylan," Amber said somewhat coyly, "What are we gonna do about
this?" All I could think of was that they were going to tell
their mothers what we were up to. Of course, we had our own
ammunition as well.

"I don't know, Amber," Dylan said, seeming to read my mind. "I
think we both have some things we don't want our moms to know
about. How about if we just go with it for a little while and
have some fun together?"

"What do you mean, Dylan?" Peter asked her.

"Well," she began, "You and my dad wanted to chat with some young
girls, obviously. Well here we are. We wanted to chat with some
older guys. And here you are."

"And?" Peter asked.

"I don't know," Dylan continued. "How about if we have some fun
together? How about playing Truth or Dare?" Peter and I were
silent. Amber indicated that she loved the idea.

"Dylan," I tried to protest, "That's really not appropriate.
We're not only more than twice your ages, we're your fathers."

"You didn't mind our ages when we were in the chat room, Daddy,"
Dylan countered. "Maybe we should call and ask Mom what she
thinks. You know, I think she'd be a lot more understanding about
Amber and me exploring a little than you and Daddy Peter chatting
with underage girls in a chat room. What do you think, Daddy?"
Once again, I had no reply. Nor did Peter. Amber didn't let the
silence last too long. She was clearly ready for the game.

"O.K.," she jumped in, "I'll start! Daddy Frank...Truth or Dare?"

"Ohhhh," I sighed. "O.K., Amber. Truth." I wasn't ready to hear
what kind of dare they would come up with to torture us.

"Did you see the video Dylan and I made yesterday?," Amber asked.
Dylan gave her a nasty look, indicating that she hadn't wanted
that subject brought up at this moment. But, the question was out
there and I had to reply.

"Um," I said slowly, "Yes."

"You did?" Dylan said. "How?" Not wanting to reply just then, I
deferred to the game.

"Sorry Honey," I said. "You wanted to play the game. Now we're
playing. You can't ask that unless it's part of your turn, part
of a Truth." She looked momentarily deflated. But I knew she
would get her chance.

"He's right, Dylan," Amber said. She was clearly enjoying this
already. Amber has a very bubbly, slightly flighty personality.
It's beyond adorable, actually. She was totally into the game. 
"My daddy is across from me, so it's his turn."

"Oh," Peter began, "I don't know what to say."

"You know how it works, Uncle Peter," Dylan said. "You ask Amber
or me if we want to tell a Truth or take a Dare." Peter knew how
to play but was clearly stalling.

"Thanks for reminding me, Dylan," he said. "O.K., if I have to.
Uhhh...Dylan, Truth or Dare?" Dylan thought for a few seconds.

"Truth," Dylan said.

"O.K.," Peter responded. "Dylan, did you want your dad to see
that video of you two stripping?"

"Did you see it too?" Dylan said. Once again, she was reminded that
she could only ask questions when it was her turn. "Fine. I was
kind of nervous about it, but I sort of hoped he would see it." I
jumped in and asked why she would want me to see it, but I was
also chided to follow the rules. Now it was my turn. After the
last two questions, I was hoping someone would take a dare.

"Amber," I began, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," she said without hesitation. Now the burden was on me. I
was feeling a little bolder for some reason after hearing that
Dylan may have wanted me to see the video of them stripping. But
I had to think about what to give Amber as a Dare.

"Amber," I said, "Kiss Dylan on the mouth." I couldn't believe I
had just asked another girl to kiss my daughter. Amber didn't
hesitate. And she wasn't shy either. As if her father and I
weren't even there, she moved across the couch, took Dylan's face
in her hands and pressed her lips against Dylan's. Seconds later
their tongues were exploring one another's mouth. They made the
kiss last at least thirty seconds. Dylan removed her lips from
Ambers' slowly, turning to me. She knew it was her turn next.

"Daddy, Truth or Dare?" Dylan said. I thought I should surely
take dare, because I had a good idea what she would ask me if I
said Truth. But, I still wasn't ready to hear one of her dares.

"Truth," I said.

"What did you do when you saw the video of Amber and me?" She
asked. That's what I was afraid she would ask. Should I lie? What
should I do?

"I, uh, I..." I stammered. "I touched myself."

"I think I can ask a clarifying question," Dylan said. Amber and
Peter agreed. "Are you saying that you got hard, took it out and
jerked off?"

"Yes, Dylan," I said. "That's what I was saying." So now they all
knew. My friend Peter already knew. My daughter's best friend
knew. And now my daughter knew. I had masturbated while watching
her and her friend do a striptease. The news hung in the air. It
was now Peter's turn.

"Dylan," Peter said, "Truth or Dare?" Dylan indicated Dare. "Take
your shirt off." This was the boldest Dare so far. Bolder than
anyone had expected. After we all sat there for what felt like
several minutes, my daughter grasped the bottom of her t-shirt,
and began to peel it off. First her flat stomach was revealed,
then her ribs, then, her adorable little tits were visible as the
shirt cleared her neck and head. I could not deny that my young,
athletic daughter looked amazing. And now, the gloves were off in
our little game. My turn again.

"Amber?" I said, "Truth or Dare?" She asked for another Dare.
"Please take your shirt off." With Dylan sitting there shirtless,
I thought it only fair that Amber should join her. Not to mention
that I was dying to see those big tits unleashed in person. She
did as she was asked. The shirt came off and her gorgeous boobs
hung on that petite frame. I had rarely seen anything so enticing. 
And then it was Dylan's turn again. Would she ask me about the video 
if I said Truth? What would she do if I asked for a Dare?

"Daddy," Dylan said. "Truth or Dare?" I thought for a moment,
then decided to go with the Dare. "Take it out and stroke it for
us." I froze. Did my daughter really say what I thought she did?

"What do you mean, Honey?" I asked stupidly.

"Your dick, Daddy," Dylan said without hesitation. "You got to
see us, now we get to see you. Take your dick out and stroke it.
Like you did when you watched Amber and me strip on our video." I
had little choice but to oblige. I stood up, undid my pants and
let them drop to the floor. I sat back down in my boxers and
t-shirt. My cock had been getting hard, so I didn't have to wake
it up much. I simply took it out of the opening. It stood straight up
and, slowly but surely, I began stroking it while everyone
watched. It was truly humiliating, but also strangely exciting.
Then it was Amber's turn again.

"Daddy?" she said. Peter indicated Dare. Amber clearly knew what
she wanted. "Do the same as Daddy Frank!" she said. Peter
hesitated, but also saw no way out. He did exactly as I had just
done and in less than a minute, we were both sitting there
stroking our hard-ons in front of our daughters, who were now wearing
only panties.

Now it was Peter's turn again. Who would he direct himself to?
Dylan or Amber? And would they take a Truth or a Dare? At that
moment, Dylan's cell phone, which she had placed on the couch
next to her, began ringing. She looked at the Caller ID.

"Oh," she said, looking at me. "It's Mommy! You talk to her,
Daddy!" She tossed the phone to me. I answered.

"Hello?" I said. I knew Jackie had said she would call when she
and Sam were done with whatever they were doing. I assumed she
had called to say she would be on her way home. Thank goodness
she at least called first. What would become of our little game
now? I didn't know what I thought would happen, but as awkward as
the moment was, I can't deny that I was totally turned on by the
scene and I could tell Peter was as well. I wanted to touch
Amber. I wanted her to touch me. Oddly, I wanted to see Dylan's
hands on Peter's cock. Perhaps her mouth as well. She's my
daughter! How could I want that? Yikes! What would happen to our
game? "Are you on your way home?" I asked Jackie. We all waited
for her answer from the other end of the phone.

END OF PART 5

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