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I never meant for any of this to happen.
It was a Tuesday night in our quiet house. Elizabeth had gone to bed early, saying she had a headache after a long day at work. Sarah was upstairs in her room with the door closed, the way she always kept it these days. I sat in my office with the lights turned low, laptop on the desk, scrolling through the usual porn sites to unwind after another dull day.
I started with the regular amateur videos I liked best, real couples fucking on camera, but nothing got me going like the fresh, tight bodies of girls in the eighteen-to-twenty age bracket. There was something about that perfect mix of youthful confidence and nervous excitement that made my cock twitch every time. I clicked over to Reddit and went straight to r/Gonewild18. That was my favourite subreddit by far these days. It was dedicated to girls posting between their eighteenth and twentieth birthdays, all of them real amateurs showing off because they got off on the attention. Some were verification posts where they held up a crumpled piece of paper with their username and the current date written on it in black marker, along with the subreddit name. Other sets were non-verification shots with no paper at all, just their naked bodies on full display once they had already been verified. Knowing it was all consensual made it so much more erotic than the abhorrent revenge porn stuff that turned my stomach. Some girls smiled right at the camera and showed their full faces. Others kept their faces out of frame, letting their tits, arses and pussies do all the talking. Either way, it made my blood run hotter.
I sorted the subreddit by Hot to see the most popular posts of the last day or so. The first set that loaded was a verification post from an eighteen-year-old brunette with perky little tits and a completely shaved pussy - my personal preference. Three photos: one where she stood in front of her mirror holding the paper across her chest while she lifted one breast, another where she turned to show her tight arse, and the third where she sat on the edge of her bed with legs spread, the paper resting on her flat stomach while she used two fingers to pull her pink inner lips open so you could see right inside her tight little hole. My cock stiffened instantly in my trousers, thickening and pressing hard against the zipper as I stared. I wrapped my hand around the growing bulge and gave it a slow, firm squeeze, feeling it pulse hot and heavy in my palm. God, she was perfect. So young and eager. I imagined her getting wet while she took the pictures, thinking about all the men who would stroke themselves raw to her smooth, pink cunt.
A few scrolls later I found a set from a curvy nineteen-year-old blonde with full heavy tits and wide hips. Four photos with no paper this time. In the first she was on all fours, arse pushed high, her fat pussy lips swollen and shiny with her own juices. The next showed her lying on her back with knees bent and spread wide, big soft breasts spilling to the sides while she pinched both nipples. The third was a close-up of her dripping cunt, fingers holding the outer lips apart so the slick pink entrance was clearly visible. The last one had her on her side, one leg lifted, ass cheek spread so both her pussy and tight puckered arsehole were on display. My cock was rock hard now, leaking pre-cum into my boxers so that the fabric felt slick and warm against the sensitive head every time I stroked. I pumped my fist slowly along the thick length, enjoying the way my shaft throbbed in time with my heartbeat. These girls were everything Elizabeth used to be when we first met. Back then my wife had the same tight waist and perky tits, the same smooth, eager pussy that got dripping wet the moment I touched her. Now at thirty-eight she was still pretty, but her body had softened. Her breasts sagged a little more each year, her stomach had a gentle curve that never quite went away after Sarah was born, and her pussy was not as tight or as pink and responsive as it once was. I loved her, of course I did, but nights like this, scrolling through r/Gonewild18, I could not help feeling a sharp pang of regret for what we had lost.
Next came another verification set from an eighteen-year-old with freckles across her chest and a neatly trimmed landing strip above her clit. Three photos, all with the paper clearly visible. In the first she knelt on the bed, arse towards the camera, reaching back to spread both cheeks wide so her tight pink arsehole and glistening pussy were completely exposed. The second showed her lying on her back with legs pulled up, the paper on her stomach, fingers holding her pussy lips open. The third was a close-up of her swollen clit while she held the verification paper right above her mound. My cock was aching so hard it almost hurt, the head slick and shiny with pre-cum every time I pulled my skin back. I was breathing heavier, fist moving faster along the thick length, imagining how that tight young cunt would feel wrapped around me instead of Elizabeth’s familiar warmth. These girls were so fresh, so shamelessly on display, and it made me leak even more.
I kept scrolling down the Hot list, my hand still stroking my throbbing cock through my open fly, when another set loaded near the top of the page. This one was a verification post dated yesterday, and it already had hundreds of upvotes. The girl was blonde and young. Four photos, all with the crumpled verification paper clearly visible in each shot. In the main image she was on her back on the bed, knees pulled up and spread as wide as they would go, both hands reaching down to pull her smooth pink pussy lips apart. Her folds were glistening wet, the tight little hole winking slightly in the flash of the camera, and her swollen clit was prominent at the top. The verification paper was held right above her mound, her username and yesterday’s date written clearly in black marker. The second photo showed her from a slightly different angle, still spread wide, fingers pulling her pussy open even further so the slick pink entrance looked almost inviting. The third was a side view with her arse lifted, one hand spreading her cheek while the other held the paper near her hip. The fourth was another view of her spread cunt with the paper resting on her lower stomach and her firm pert breasts topped with a large pale nipple. No full face in any of the pictures, just her soft lips parted in the ones where her head was turned slightly. But it was not her face I needed to recognise.
It was the bedroom.
The pale blue walls. The white desk with the little cactus plant she had bought last summer. The string lights I had helped her hang around the headboard. The same stuffed bear she still kept on the shelf even though she was eighteen now and in her first year at university.
My hand froze on my cock.
No. It could not be.
I clicked anyway, heart suddenly hammering. The same four verification shots loaded again, each one showing Sarah’s smooth pink pussy pulled wide open, glistening and ready, with the verification paper clearly visible in every photo. The small heart-shaped birthmark on her left hip was unmistakable. I had seen it a hundred times when she was a little girl running around in her swimsuit during family holidays to the beach.
Sarah.
My own daughter.
I slammed the laptop shut so hard the screen made a cracking sound. My heart was pounding in my ears and my mouth had gone completely dry. My cock, which had been rock hard and leaking only seconds ago, softened instantly, shrinking back against my thigh like it had been slapped. A cold wave of shock washed over me, replacing every drop of arousal with pure horror. This was not real. I had to have imagined it. Some girl who looked similar. Bad lighting. A coincidence. The same bedroom layout thousands of girls probably had. That was all.
I did not open the laptop again that night. I sat there in the dark for a long time, staring at the closed screen, trying to breathe normally and failing.
The next evening we had a normal family dinner. Elizabeth had made her chicken casserole, the one with the crispy topping that Sarah always asked for. I sat at the head of the table and tried to act normal while Sarah chatted about her lectures at university and some drama with her mates. She looked exactly like she always did. Hoodie and leggings, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, laughing at something her mum said. No makeup. No sign of the girl who had spread her pussy wide for hundreds of strangers just the day before while holding up that verification paper. But every time she reached for her glass or leaned forward, my mind flashed back to those photos. The way her smooth pink lips had been pulled apart so obscenely. The wet shine on her inner folds. The confident way she had held that verification paper right above her open cunt in every single shot.
I kept my eyes on my plate and forced myself to eat.
After dinner we moved to the living room for our usual routine. Elizabeth curled up on the couch with her feet in my lap. Sarah took the big armchair across from us, drawing her legs up beneath her as she settled in. Some mindless reality show was playing on the television. I could not follow a single word of it.
Sarah’s position made her leggings stretch tight across her thighs and hips. I tried not to look, but my eyes kept drifting anyway. She had grown into such a woman this past year. The soft, full curve of her ass where it pressed into the cushion, the gentle swell of her breasts under the loose hoodie, the way her thighs squeezed together. In my head the images from r/Gonewild18 kept playing on repeat. Those same curves, completely bare. That pretty pink pussy spread open so wide, glistening and ready, held apart by her own fingers while she proved to the entire subreddit that it was really her.
My cock twitched traitorously in my trousers again, thickening slightly despite everything.
I shifted on the couch, trying to focus on the television. Elizabeth laughed at something on screen and squeezed my knee. I smiled back at her automatically, but the smile felt fake even to me.
Sarah glanced over at us for a second, her eyes meeting mine, and for one terrifying moment I wondered if she could tell. If she knew that I knew.
She just smiled, small and sweet, the same smile she had given me since she was a little girl.
“Everything okay, Dad?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears. “Just tired.”
I looked away first.
But the thoughts would not leave. They kept circling, getting louder every time the room went quiet. What else had she posted onlins? How many photo sets had she done? How many men had seen her spread like that while holding up the paper with her username and the date? How long had she been doing this? Did Elizabeth have any idea?
And worse, the part I did not want to admit even to myself.
I wanted to look again.