chapter 8

He did notice her going out outfits were surprisingly casual, almost conservative. Jeans and band t shirt a seemed her default, or denim high waisted shorts that were tight and showed off her dancers legs nicely but covered everything else. The dancewear she practically lived in during the day were probably her sexiest outfits, crop tops and leggings and Shep couldn't resist stealing glances at his daughters slender, toned body in tight lycra. But nothing overtly sexy, nothing that even a strict Dad could complain about.

Whenever she went out she did pop her head round the door to wherever he was with a smile and cheery, "I'm heading out, I'll be home by... (always an underestimate by a good few hours), Love You Daddy". The "love you" was thrown out casually, like she was saying "later loser". But she said the words. Every time. And every time Shep said it back it made him smile. But what was the "Daddy" thing? That was new. But she said it casually and frequently enough that he stopped thinking about it, and assumed she meant it in a gently mocking, if affectionate, way.

Olivia

She woke early evening, hangover having eased but still feeling rubbish. She had planned to wear a different satin PJ set tonight but didn't feel she could pull off glamorous sex kitten vibe feeling this wretched. Daddy had told her he had kept all her clothes from before, freshly washed for her to go through, keep anything that might still fit or had sentimental value and he would recycle or donate the rest. A plan began to form and after a quick rummage through the vacuum packs in her old bedroom drawer she found what she was looking for...

She squeezed herself into the little romper playsuit now maybe two sizes too small. It covered everything and showed nothing, not a hint of cleavage even if she left the top two buttons undone, her asscheeks were covered (just) but it clung to her like a second skin, hugging every slender curve. Her ass looked good she thought, not anywhere near as phat as she'd like but cute and pert. Spankable? She hoped so. She even didn't hate how her flat chest looked, the tight material hugged under her tits so it showed two small but clearly defined beasts. Then, the piéce de resistance. The playsuit clung tightly to her thighs and cunny, her mons on show above her thigh gap. One little tug, and viola! a cute little cameltoe appeared, her little pussy clearly outlined against the tight, thin romper. Perfect. She had worried about Daddy still seeing her as a little girl. Last week's elegant set should have helped shift that perception, and while this outfit was undoubtedly youthful and girly, a good view of her cunny should keep Daddy in exactly the headspace she wanted.

Shep

He sat up in his bed, wide awake despite the late hour. He propped one leg up and tried to relax, although his cock throbbed and his balls ached from being aroused all evening. He was going to do this properly. His cock was leaking clear precum but he wanted to savour this, so reached for a bottle of baby oil to make the skin soft and lubricated, ready for a long session.