chapter 17

Then he realised he didn't need to imagine tonight. He had a reel of photos and clips in his phone.

"Hey, so what are we watching tonight Daddy?" She turned and met his eyes and smiled, innocent as an angel.

Shep

This was becoming a habit, thought Shep as he squeezed more lube over his fat, stiff cock.

 Masturbating to the memory of his daughter in red lingerie and messy hair, a doe-eyed, loose-limbed fawn wrapped in satin, flashing her perfect ass and little sideboob at him. He reckoned he could fit all of one of her little ass cheeks in one of his big hands, she was so toned and petite.

He imagined how it would feel spanking that ass and almost came there and then. The wet sounds of his long, slow stokes filled the room. He slowed down.

He could control this. Maybe this would even pass. He had survived tonight; he hadn't done anything inappropriate other than look to long and too hard at his lingerie clad daughter. At one point in the evening she tried to cuddle even closer, almost into his lap but he had subtly shifted to avoid he ass on his crotch. The moment she sat in lap as she used to the game was up, she would feel his hardness and know exactly what he had been thinking. And surely that would ruin everything between them. Surely that's not what she wants?

The guilt was stronger than ever, but he knew hours ago his night would end like this, propped up in bed, trying not to cum as he replayed the night in his head, frame by frame. The room was filled with the wet sounds of pre cum and lube squeezed between his hand and cock. He was breathing hard, pumping steadily, his cock creamy and messy.

Fuck it feels good, his stroke sessions were much more intense than before, she was better than porn. Then he realised he didn't need to imagine tonight. He had a reel of photos and clips in his phone. One handed he unlocked his phone to wank to pictures of his daughter in her tight, short little cami set.

I'm lost, he thought, but I just need to keep these feeling locked up.

Sunday

Olivia

Olivia sat at the kitchen table, struggling through her assignment on Stanislavs "An Actor Prepares" for her acting module. Shep sat a few metres away, in his old beat up leather armchair in the corner of the big kitchen, engrossed in his book. She smiled, enjoying looking at him without him noticing.

It was a wet Sunday in mid-October, after a spell of autumn sunshine so they had changed their plans to spend the day indoors, batch cooking together for the week ahead, then Shep reading for pleasure while Olivia struggled with The Method.

She was getting nowhere with Shep. Things had moved quickly at first, they became very tactile very quickly. The cuddled together whenever they were both at home in the evening, they hung out at weekend having brunch together out, exploring the city together. They felt like a relationship. But they weren't.

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