My Daughter, My Lingerie Doll: Part 3
Monday, early October, 2023
Olivia
September gave way to October and as the leaves turned golden a new normal settled on the Sheppard household.
It had been ten days since she showed Daddy her little cunny through her too tight romper. The hedonism of Freshers Week was over, replaced by demands of her course, and while she socialised with her classmates, and went on much more spicy nights out with Temi, the girl she knew from school who was fast becoming her favourite bad influence, that still left plenty time to hang out with Shep.
Although she'd obsessed for months about moving back in with Daddy, carefully thinking through plan to seduce him, things hadn't quite worked out as in her fantasy. For one thing she was spending much more time with him that she expected. She vaguely imagined he would be in the office all day, sometimes till late at night, but he worked from home most days, and was reducing the amount of time he worked at all. So he was up making her breakfast every day, then they had dinner together most night, and if she was out he had a meal waiting for her whenever she came home. For all she wanted Daddy to see her as partner and not a dependent, it felt good to be looked after again, to be his daughter, to feel cared for, even a little spoiled. They even spend much of the weekend together,
He had the gym then yoga on Tuesday night, and she would spend a couple of evenings each week either at Temi's shared student flat, a girl she had sort of known at school but who was fast becoming her favourite bad influence, or at one of her course mates student digs. And a couple of her evenings each week would be taken up with gigs and nights at the union. She wasn't going to miss out on the first year student experience for anything or anyone.
Last week there had been no opportunity to progress with her seduction of Daddy. The first week of term was intense plus she came on her period and couldn't feel less like a seductress. But they had found an unexpected intimacy develop naturally between them.
Her mum, Kelly's house had always been full, of fellow actors, writers and self styled bohemians, partying, arguing or just crashing on Kelly's house for a few days. Lately they had been staying at Kelly's boyfriend's place, with his three other kids. Privacy and quiet were a luxury. But here, each evening when she closed the door she stepped into an oasis of calm.
Shep would usually be working on his laptop at the kitchen table. He would smile as she came close, tilt his face to let her kiss his cheek, then go and make her a pot of Earl Grey, her favourite, all while carrying on with his conference call. She would take the tea upstairs, decompress in her room scrolling through her Socials and idly playing with herself without edging properly. After an hour or so she would come downstairs to "help" with dinner, which mostly involved perching on the worktop, looking cute and watching Shep as he worked while they chatted about nothing in particular, swapping anecdotes and frustrations from their day, Shep occasionally asking her to fetch or prep something until it was time for her to set the table while he served the food and wine.
Was this what living with a lover was like? In an actually healthy relationship?
Difficult to say given she had no experience of a healthy relationship to compare. But there was and intimacy to their time together that was unexpected and new. She had feared that he would treat her like a kid, with curfews, lectures and endless rules. Not pass her a generous of wine and ask her if the meal needed more seasoning.
Sitting across the table, Olivia cupped her chin in her hand and took the opportunity to properly look at Shep.
God he was handsome
. He told her once he was no looker as a boy, and had grown into his looks with age. Maybe that was true, although from the handful of old photos she'd seen she wasn't convinced. But if he had grown handsome she was glad she was around to see it. It was a face without a trace of boyishness, the face of a man who had seen grief and heartbreak and learned to live and laugh again. A strong jawline, a serious face but his blue green eyes were thoughtful, kind, Dads eyes. Eyes of a man it was easy to love.
After dinner, as usual she showered and changed for bed but came down to find Shep on the sofa. Every time she gave thanks that she found the courage to get into her sexy PJs and cuddle up on the first night. That became their normal. They hadn't made any specific plans for tonight so she didn't wear anything fancy, in case he went off to the gym or upstairs to read in bed and left her feeling stupid, alone on the sofa. But a cute pink strawberry print set with long sleeved T and shorts from before the split still fitted, even if the shorts showed more than a hint of the curve of her ass. And there he was, watching a documentary on archaeology but waiting for her, space left beside him which she claimed, leaning against him. Shep wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She mewed as she left her body relax against his.
Almost heaven
. But her aching cunny wanted more than cuddles.
Be patient you dumb lil Kitty. I'm working on it.
"What do you want to watch Princess? I can turn this off."
"It's OK Daddy. Watch your programme till it ends. I'm good" She scrolled through her phone enjoying the feeling of behind held, leaning against his chest. "Uh but there is a tax for watching boring TV," she reached back and took Sheps other hand in hers, placing it on her head, "stroke my hair like you used to." She really meant rub her scalp but Shep knew. She purred under his touch. "Hmmmm sooo nice, don't stop Daddy." She loved how she felt so small next to him. She loved her head being stroked but it also made him stretch his other arm across her, which meant she was even more enveloped in his strong arms, head against his chest, breathing in his cologne.
Size kink go brrrrr
she thought, putting her phone down, snuggled closer into her Daddy's arms and let her mind drift into daydreams.
Shep
She fits in my arms like she was made for me, a small, warm, soft toy for a middle aged man starved of affection and touch for so long. She's addictive. And her little moans when she's happy, she sounds so sexy when I play with her hair, imagine what she would sound like with my tongue lapping at her clit? S
hep immediately tried to banish that thought. The thought of his daughter's moans as he parted her smooth legs and kissed along her inner thigh until he reached her sex, then kissing and sucking and licking her teenage pussy. Would she grip his head and beg for more? Was she vocal or quiet when she was close to cumming? But it became just another scene that once imagined could not unthought. He groaned as he knew what he would be thinking about later as he stroked his cock.
Was living with Olivia torture or bliss? Both? He knew this was wrong, he knew he had to stop treating his daughter like a lover. The casual intimacy of cooking and eating together, sharing little parts of their day, lingering over dinner, enjoying being together felt much more like the early days of a relationship than a father and daughter reconnecting. But he couldn't deny, even to himself, that Olivia embraced every chance to get closer, be more intimate, be more tactile.
No
, another thought he had to supress...
I'm the one with the problem here, don't blame her
. At least tonight she was "just" in cute, girly PJs, not lingerie. Shep had had a weakness for girls in lingerie for as long as he could remember, verging on a fetish. He had struggled not to obviously letch over her when she wore the satin PJs before.... And part dreaded what she would wear as she got more settled. And part of him couldn't wait.....
They had just watched the climax of Season 1 of Bridgeton with a three minute sex scene that Shep felt he really shouldn't be watching with his daughter, but she had loved it "So sexy" she breathed, forcing a grunt of approval from Shep. He hadn't noticed the credits were rolling. She had.
