Good Girl

chapter 1

This isn't normal. Shep thought, as he gulped down another mouthful of whisky, in a futile attempt to steady his nerves. Other fathers are not sitting at home with their 19 year old daughters, sharing a bottle of wine and talking about sex. Other fathers are not then waiting for their tight bodied, dance student daughter to reappear in our lounge modelling a scandalous lingerie outfit. Other fathers don't have their phone in hand, ready to film their little girl, dancing and posing sexily in that tiny outfit "for her tik tok". We're both pretending that this is normal dad / daughter behaviour, just a very open and honest father daughter relationship, but I know that the boundaries between father and teen daughter are collapsing, our walls are coming crashing down and our relationship is shifting, reforming into something different.

And I don't know if I can stop it, or if I even want to.

6 months earlier

The text from Kelly pricked any sentimental bubble Shep might have had around his daughter coming back to live with him for the first time since the split; "Just don't think this is some sort of homecoming of your loving little girl. She's coming to stay with you simply because she's got into the Royal Conservatoire and your place is 5 minutes away on the subway, you're just offering a student free rent and board. You'll be lucky if you even see her other than the 15 minutes between her pulling herself out of bed in the morning and leaving for college and if you're up late you might catch her sneaking some random guy home from the club".

He wrote several replies, and deleted them all. Truth is, he knew she was right. He had been clear to Olivia since the breakup two years ago that his place was still her home, she was welcome anytime. And when she heard she got a place on an acting and dance course she messaged him straight away to ask if she could stay, the first message from her in six months.

And of course he said yes. Regardless of his relationship with her mother, she was still his daughter, without the need for any prefix.

She may not be biologically mine but she was my daughter in every sense that mattered. If she wanted to treat my place, my crisp, tidy bachelor pad, like a hotel, well wasn't that what all parents complained their student age kids did? But part of him hoped there would be some time for them to reconnect.

After the break up, after her mother moved her back to London, they kept in touch through text before Shep suspected Kelly made Olivia block his number. So he followed her Instagram and managed to kept in touch - of sorts.

As he scrolled through the usual pics of an aspiring performer he couldn't help seeing her differently. In all the time they lived together he never had any thoughts about her other than those of a normal, doting father. Sure he recognised that she was becoming a beautiful young woman, but only in an objective, rational sort of way.

But seeing her in tight dance wear, sexy stage costumes and party dresses for attending events he couldn't help gazing at her slim, toned legs, her small pert breasts usually unencumbered by a bra. Without really noticing, his taste in porn progressively changed until he was borderline addicted to step daughter porn.

About a year after the split Shep found himself having to face reality, he had a crush on his freshly legal, 18 year old, tight bodied daughter. So much so he had to limit the time he spent on Instagram, making contact with her harder and harder. But they kept up contact, and when she mentioned she was still thinking of studying at the Conservatoire he had to face down my demons.