It all started when she turned eighteen. He caught her getting out of the shower. She wasn't exposed for long, but Sean memorized just how she looked, and the expression of joy on her face. She had just had a nice shower.
He started taking pictures of his daughter naked whenever he could. He hid behind doors, couches, under tables to get up-skirt pictures of her. He was using his professional camera he'd gotten for a birthday a while back.
This went on until she turned nineteen. He started getting paranoid someone would find the stash and take him to jail. He had plenty of material to masturbate to now. He thought of just leaving the girl alone.
He couldn't leave her alone though. He thought of her constantly. He day DREAMED OF THEM HAVING SEX ALL THE TIME. How her oh face must look like. How it must be like to see her with her legs wide open.
He hated when she brought boys home to meet them. He didn't want her to have any boys. She was still too little. Yet he could take naked pictures of her?
Flashback to her senior year. She had no boyfriends that year. Or at least, she'd not brought them over. She seemed to be focusing on her school work.
She had a blast. She took home such good grades. Her mom wasn't interested. Sean was though. He told her he'd give her a very good surprise if she passed all her classes.
He wasn't doing anything wrong. He hadn't felt this way about her before she turned eighteen. He was allowed this. She was so hot. He felt a strong desire to tell her how he felt. To just tell her how in love with her he was. She was eighteen. This wasn't wrong.
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That year was her prom. She really wanted to go. Sydney didn't want her to go though. She felt Kelly was too young for proms or formal dances like that. Sean disagreed and she was allowed to go.
A day before, she came home from school and got ready to go out.
"Where are you off to, sweet heart?" Sean asked politely.
"I'm going to the mall. I've got savings. I'm going to pick out my prom dress."
"who's going with you?" Sean asked curious.
"No one. I don't really want any company."
"So no dad, then?" he asked.
"No. Not if you're gonna cramp my style."
"Oh Kelly." Sean begged. "Please let me go with you."
So they went off to the store. It was silent during the ride. No one had anything to say.
"But you can't say anything." She said as they got out of the car. "You cannot pick on me if I pick a dress you don't like."
"I promise, Kelly. I'll keep my thoughts to myself."
He had to. He didn't want anyone to know he hoped she'd let him into the dressing room. He didn't want anyone to know he was hoping so much, that she'd let him watch her try on all the clothes.
They got right to the dresses as soon as they got there.
"Ooo! I want this purple one." She said as she grabbed a purple dress.
"Purple isn't really your color. You'll look like a giant bruise."
"Dad!" she whined. "You said you wouldn't say anything."
"I know. Sorry, sorry. I won't say another word."
She put the purple dress back, and looked at some others. She found a blue one she really wanted. He didn't say anything, but she could see a glint in his eye, that showed her he disapproved.
"Okay Mr. big shot." She said as she backed away from the dresses. "Which one would you pick?"
He went straight for a pink strapless dress. It had nice clear beadwork down the front. He held it against her skin. The pink really looked great on her.
"No. I look awful in this one too. I look like a slut."
He had to contain himself when she asked him to hold the dress, and follow her to the section where all the underwear were. He was getting so flustered.
"Help me pick something out, then. Since you seem to be in the know about what looks good on me and what doesn't."
He was all in. He paid clear attention to her as she looked through the underwear. He picked out sexy things for under her dress. He picked her out a bra that showed a bit of cleavage. They put all the things in the cart, and went off to the dressing room.
"Come in with me." She requested.
"Oh, no. Kelly, it's wrong for me to go in there."
"No one will care. Now, come on. We're losing day light."
So he went in. He shut the door behind them, and locked it. He turned to see what she was doing.
She started getting undressed. She was wearing very sexy underwear. She had on a nice padded bra.
He had to keep from whistling as she took her bra off and her breasts appeared. He wanted to reach out and squeeze one.
She got fully naked in front of him, and put on her outfit. She put on her nice see through pink underwear. She put on her strapless bra. With his help, she carefully slipped into her dress.
He felt his face go red as he helped her. She put a hand on his shoulder to help steady her as she put her under clothes on. She asked him to zip her up, when she slid into the dress. His mouth was watering and he was trying not to get hard. He made sure not to stare.
"Oh, Kelly." He gasped as she stood upright. "Look in the mirror, honey."
She looked good. She was wearing her nice pink dress, and some nice high half inch heels.
"I never saw you bring those." He said as he pointed to the shoes.
"I had them in the bag we brought."
"You want me to go get you some more to try on? I personally think--"
"Ah ah! You said you wouldn't say anything."
"I know. I really need to shut up."
She went with the pink dress. She loved her father. She wanted his opinion on a lot of things. Most things. They were very close. She felt happy and honored he came with her. If he said she looked good in a certain outfit, she was going to trust him.
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The event was the next day. She had gotten one of her friends to go with her. They had managed to ask out a pair of boys they had their eye on.
Sean was ready with the cameras. He caught her undressing, and prancing around naked trying to make herself a good outfit. His mouth watered as he took picture after picture.
There she was, brushing her hair. Naked. He took a few pictures. She turned around and bent down for something. He took a lot of pictures of that nice round butt sticking out too.
He gasped as she sat down at the toilet with a bucket of trash at her feet. Was she going to shave down there? Did he want to see that? When she was dressed, he went and knocked at her door.