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 Title: Let's Talk Cameltoe


Summary: Influencer daughter moves back in with her father.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,





   Gordon Black saw the identity of the caller on his car's console and
bristled as he pulled up at the lights.

   "Celia.  Hello," he greeted his ex-wife, hoping her mood had improved
since the last time they'd spoken.

   "She's coming to live with you," Celia declared, foregoing pleasantries.

   "I'm sorry, what?"

   "Teagan.  She's probably already at your house.  Try and talk some sense
into her would you.  For God's sake, she doesn't listen to me."

   "'Some sense,' about what?" Gordon furrowed his brow, glad the focus of
her call wasn't about 'them;' their daughter Teagan however, a subject they
could at least always agree upon.

   "Just..." Celia began, Gordon hearing another person communicating with
his ex in the background, her attention distracted.  "Uh huh, yeah look,
Gordon I have to deal with an issue here, 'she'll' no doubt fill you in
when you get home.  Give me a call would you, when you've discussed it with
her.  Oh, and tell her more packages arrived."

   "'Packages.'" Gordon repeated.  "What packages?" He attempted to
question but Celia hung up from the call mid word.  "No hello, no goodbye,"
he commented.  "Well at least she's on form," he mused as he drove through
the intersection, curious as to what in hell his ex-wife had even been
talking about?

   *

   Teagan's hatchback was parked in his driveway, the rear door still open,
boxes and clothing strewn about within.  His daughter sat on the topmost
step of those leading up to the porch, EarPods in her ears, large
sunglasses blocking out the world.

   "Surprised?" She grinned as her father headed up the stairs, his eyes
staying well away from the tiny shorts she wore, her thighs suggestively
spread, though innocent he supposed with no one else but he around to
witness.

   "Not exactly," Gordon smiled.  "Your mother called me."

   "Ugh," Teagan groaned, rising from the landing.  "Surprised she had the
time."

   Gordon chuckled.  "Yeah, it actually was a bit like that.  You forget
your keys?" He added as she leaned up to kiss his cheek as he opened the
front door.

   "You know what I'm like Daddy, I'd forget to put on clothes if someone
wasn't there to point it out!" She laughed, following him inside and
throwing her handbag upon the entryway cabinet.  "Are you going to help me
bring in my stuff?"

   "Of course," Gordon agreed, placing his keys and briefcase on a kitchen
bench.  "But first tell me what all of this is about."

   "Help me with all my stuff and you'll see," she fired back.

   *

   "What even is this?" Gordon carefully removed the circular light from
the rear of his daughter's car followed by a tripod.

   "It's my ring light," Teagan explained.  "Don't break it.  They cost a
fortune.  Though that one was given to me for nothing.  Oh, remember to
grab the camera next," she commanded as she carried her laptop back inside
the house.

   Multiple return trips and the loaded car was emptied of all it had
contained, Gordon still none the wiser as to what was the catalyst for his
daughter's presence or his ex-wife's cryptic phone call.  As he reentered
his kitchen, Teagan leaning over her laptop, he finally called for an
explanation.

   "Ok Honey, enough.  What's going on?  Your mom says I have to talk some
sense into you.  I'm happy to have you here but I need to know, what
gives?"

   Teagan looked over the spaghetti strap of her otherwise bare shoulder.
"Come and look," she directed her father.

   The laptop open on YouTube, Gordon studied the page his daughter had
entered, a channel named 'It's Teag's,' displaying a glam shot of his
daughter in the header.

   "That's you!" Gordon exclaimed.  "You have a channel?"

   "Ah, yeah Dad," Teagan rolled her eyes.  "Everyone has.  But not
everyone has this many subscribers!" Her finger pointed at the tally,
approaching 500 thousand people following her.

   "Is that good?" He asked.

   "'Is that good!'" Teagan repeated.  "Well it's not the best but it's
enough for me to drop out of uni!"

   And there was the issue, Gordon understood.  "What the hell are you
talking about?"

   "Oh, please don't be as annoying as Mom about this," she focused back on
the screen, possibly hoping he'd let it drop.  Sadly mistaken.

   "Oh, I will be!  You're not dropping out of school young lady, not if I
have anything to say about it," the moment he said the words realizing, he
really didn't.

   "Dad.  Before you go all schizo about this, I made $4000 last month,
just on advertising alone!"

   About to continue his tirade, Gordon was stopped in his tracks.  "You
what?" To which his daughter just nodded, biting her lip, almost
embarrassed.  "That's more than I make!" Gordon added.

   "What can I say?" She seemed to apologize.

   "For doing what?" Gordon looked back at the screen for an explanation.

   "Make-up tutorials.  Try on hauls, vlog posts.  Whatever comes to mind
really.  It's fun, easy, and pays more than my degree would've ever. 
So..." she concluded.

   "So, you've dropped out of school and are becoming a full time
YouTuber," Gordon finished her explanation, a thousand thoughts running
through his head, so many questions.  "But how long can you keep this up?
There's only so many ways you can put on eyeliner!?"

   Again, Teagan rolled her eyes.  "Dad, I get sent new brands almost
daily. I've got a sponsorship from a fitness wear company.  The more
subscribers I get, the more stuff businesses send me.  I'm not even doing
this full time yet, think of that."

   For Gordon, it was hard to deny his daughter's logic.  Yes, it was
disappointing she wouldn't be going to school but that could wait.  The
capitalist in him could see the benefit in exploiting her popularity while
it was 'hot,' so to speak.

   "So, your mother knows this?  The money I mean," Gordon questioned.

   "Ah yeah.  She just doesn't get it; you know what she's like.  Between
you and me, I think she's jealous."

   Gordon could understand that, Celia even envious of his own relationship
with Teagan when a child.

   "She's seen the videos you've done?" He asked.

   "Uh huh.  She's even been in one," Teagan declared.

   "No!" Gordon exclaimed.

   "Ah yeah," Teagan assured, scrolling through her playlist and clicking
upon a thumbnail titled 'Mom rates my clubbing dresses,' Gordon looking on
incredulous.

   Celia seated, albeit uncomfortably on the couch of her apartment, Teagan
standing beside in the shortest, tightest dress Gordon believed he'd ever
seen, his daughter scrolling through the video to show her parading a
number of similar outfits, his ex-wife commenting.

   "When do you actually put on a clubbing dress?  Surely this is the
underwear," he joked, the humor falling flat, Teagan rolling her eyes,
seemingly forming a habit.

   "All these dresses were given to me," Teagan stated as if defending
herself.  "I don't even have to send them back." She closed the video,
scrolling down through the playlist, Gordon noting the titles, many he
tried not to imagine their content, especially those labeled 'lingerie,' or
'underwear,' when he noticed them.

   "Well," he paused, Teagan looking at him expectantly.  "I'm good with
it!" He surprised even himself with his response, Teagan's face lighting
up, turning to throw her arms over his shoulders.

   "Oh Daddy, I knew you'd understand," she delighted, her breasts pressing
her father's chest as he gently rubbed her back.

   "Slow down," he laughed.  "I'm not happy about the school thing, we can
talk about that another time.  But this YouTube business.  Go for it Honey.
If it makes you happy, I mean it's obviously making you money, so make the
most of it while you can.  I'll deal with you mother," he confided.  "Oh,
that reminds me, she says there are packages at her place for you."

   "There always are Dad," Teagan smiled, closing the laptop.  "It's
something you'll have to get used to."

   *

   The conversation with Celia was painful.  Accusing him of taking their
daughter's side as per usual.  It was probably true, always a Daddy's girl,
she had a way of winning his heart her entire life.  Ultimately Celia was
just relieved she was staying with him; she may not be approving of her
chosen career path, but she was happy to at least have her remain under one
of their wings.

   Neither of them feeling like cooking, they ordered Uber Eats and pouring
a post dinner scotch, Gordon put his feet up and opened a book he'd been
looking forward to starting.  The loud music began almost simultaneously
and he couldn't help smiling.  So, this is what it was like living with
one's child back in the house, he recalled, though glad to have her near.

   *

   She'd commandeered the living room when Gordon arrived home from work
the next day.  Her neon ring light up on its tripod.  An expensive looking
Canon camera on an adjacent stand attached to her laptop.  Cables running
the floor.  He almost didn't recognize her as she attended to the computer
before acknowledging him, her make-up like he'd see on a Hollywood actress,
her attire that of a fitness model.

   In her white ankle socks she padded toward him and welcomed him home
with an embrace before he'd even managed to place down his briefcase.  The
tight-fitting leggings she wore left nothing to the imagination, Gordon
doing everything in his power not to glance at his daughter's anatomy,
there for him and the rest of the world to behold.  The crop top equally as
revealing, the coolness of the interior of the house encouraging her
nipples to stand proudly through the thin material.

   "Oh, you noticed," Teagan smiled as she headed further into the kitchen,
pressing the button to activate the expensive coffee machine she'd brought
with her.  "Espresso?" She added.

   "Um yeah, thanks," Gordon nodded.  "'Noticed' what?"

   "Ah, the material," she scoffed.  "It's ridiculous they even try to sell
this."

   As Gordon watched his daughter she looked down at her own crotch,
pulling up on the waist of her leggings.

   "I'm thinking of calling the video 'Let's talk cameltoe,' she laughed as
she highlighted her labia proudly standing out below her pronounced mound
of Venus.

   Gordon's eyes, though he tried to drag them away, remained fixed on his
daughter's groin, the twin lumps of her folds, as she directed her own gaze
back to her father.

   "They'll never pass the squat test!" She laughed as she concentrated
again on the coffee.

   Struggling to swallow, Gordon was just glad she no longer looked at him.
Should he feel so uncomfortable in her presence?  She was his daughter. 
Before thirty seconds ago, he didn't even picture her having a vagina,
(metaphorically speaking), now she was displaying it openly, discussing it.
Was this why his wife was tired of her in the house, he wondered?

   "Don't worry Dad," Teagan remarked as she placed the espresso down
before him, Gordon acknowledging how nice it was to have someone else in
the house, doing the little things, offering a coffee.  "You'll get the
living room back in about an hour, I just have two more outfits to try on."

   "Oh, I'm not worried Teags, take your time," Gordon smiled, cautiously
sipping the coffee and nodding his satisfaction.  "Actually, I was just
thinking how nice it is to have someone else in the house," he admitted.

   "Oh Dad," she smiled, cocking her head as she leaned back against the
opposite benchtop.  Her pelvis pushed out, further emphasizing her groin,
though looking her in the eyes, Gordon could still see the bulge of her
pussy, her nipples erect above.  The flesh colored tone of her active wear,
it was almost as if she stood before him naked.  "You're not starting to
miss Mom, are you?  You're both so much happier when you're not together!"

   That was true, Gordon thought.  "No not at all.  Perish the thought," he
laughed.  "It just gets a little lonely sometimes.  I suppose I should get
a cat!"

   "Ugh you and Mom, always thinking alike.  Seriously don't, you'd both
become those crazy cat people," she laughed skirting the island bench
Gordon sat behind to come within touching distance.  "Anyway, I'm here now,
no need to feel lonely.  You're not seeing anyone at the moment, are you?"
She added, her brow furrowed.

   "'Seeing anyone?' With the amount of time I get off work?  No," he
smiled.

   "Good," Teagan leaned forward and kissed his cheek.  "That means I have
you all to myself."

   He watched her make her way back to the living room.  Twenty-two years
old.  It seemed like only yesterday she was starting her first day of
school.  So confident then as she was now, he thought.  His eyes remained
as she started recording, adjusting something on the camera before she
addressed it, reaching for a pair of shorts and matching crop top and
holding them against her body.

   When it happened, it didn't seem real.  Gordon watching as his daughter
set the items aside as she reached up to remove her top.  Her petite
breasts revealed to him a room's distance away, lit brightly by the
impressive lighting system she'd rigged.  Small nipples, starkly pink and
erect amid her pale skin.  "Jesus, Teagan," he gasped, placing down the
coffee cup loudly upon the bench.  "Sorry, I had no idea," he apologized
for being there to witness it, making his way into the hallway as quickly
as he could.  "I'll get out of your way."

   Teagan seemed surprised by his actions, his words; tapping a button on
the laptop and using the removed top to cover her breasts as she called out
after him.

   "Dad, it's ok," she headed into the hall to catch him half way through
the house.  "You can stay."

   "No, I've got work to do in the study," Gordon tried to remain composed,
knowing she was looking at him as he scurried away.  'You can stay,' he
thought to himself as he entered the office in the rear of the house.  Stay
and what?  Watch his daughter remove the rest of her clothing?  He slumped
down in the leather office chair and stared straight ahead, unable to
remove the vision of seeing her topless.  That was until she appeared in
the doorway, semi clothed, he supposed.

   Having donned the new pink shorts and top, she stopped at the door and
knocked unnecessarily on the frame, her father already aware of her
presence.  "Did I shock you?"

   "No," Gordon tried to feign indifference, failing.  "I just didn't
expect it is all."

   She entered the room and stopped across the desk from him, her current
clothing as tight and revealing as her previous.

   "Sorry Daddy, I'll let you know when I'm going to take my clothes off
next time," she conceded, but it came across as more of an invitation to
watch as opposed to a warning.

   "That doesn't, ah, go to air does it?" Gordon stammered, his eyes
unwittingly straying down to her bottom as she turned to survey the large
bookshelf lining the entire wall, absently brushing her hand across the
spines.  The shorts cut across her buttocks, leaving a large amount of
flesh exposed, Gordon even noting the bulge of her labia visible between
her upper thighs, exhaling, blushing as he scolded himself for even
looking.

   "What?  Oh no, not on YouTube.  That's for my Patreons!" She casually
informed him.

   "I'm sorry?" Gordon asked.

   "$100 per video for the unedited footage," she revealed as if it were a
normal transaction.

   Enough of being the 'cool, understanding dad,' Gordon figured.  "What
the hell are you talking about Teagan?  You're selling nude videos of
yourself?"

   "It's not like that Dad, everyone does it now.  It's normal," Teagan
explained, finally coming back to stand across the desk from him.  "I'm not
a little girl anymore Daddy," she raised her brows as if letting him in on
a secret.  "I'm an independent businesswoman..."

   "Living at home with her father," Gordon quickly rebutted and
immediately regretted it.

   "I don't have to be," Teagan attested, her posture straightening.  "I'm
staying with you and Mom because I want to be close to family.  I can move
back out if it's not going to work."

   Contrary to how he thought he'd feel, Gordon was suddenly reassured by
her assertiveness.  She'd just stood up to her own father, she was smart
enough not to be taken advantage of by anyone.  Nude videos or not, he
couldn't deny her business acumen.

   Teagan saw the initial resolve in her father drift away and she circled
the desk, placing a hand on the arm of his chair to spin it toward her.  "I
know what I'm doing Daddy," she confided as she seated herself down upon
his lap, seeing her father's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, clearly
intimidated.  "You don't have to worry about me," she added.

   Gordon didn't know where to put his hands.  Her bottom wasn't positioned
directly on his penis, but it was close enough.  She placed an arm around
his neck and the action caused her breast to press his chest, the warmth of
her skin felt through his shirt.  Leaning in she kissed his forehead,
fingers playing with the short hair on the back of his head, giving him
goosebumps.  "I just want you to be happy," he stated, looking in her eyes
when she pulled her face back.

   "This makes me happy," she replied before lifting her bottom from his
thighs, touching his hand as she walked back out of the room.

   Gordon released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, still feeling
the pressure from her weight on his legs, the warmth from her skin, the
smell of her perfume.  He rose and headed to the bottle of scotch on the
drinks tray and poured himself a large glass, lifting it to his mouth and
swallowing before he looked down and was aghast at what he saw.

   He had an erection.

   *

   Why had she done it?  Teagan asked herself as she tried to once more
focus on her video.  Yes, she'd sat in her father's lap a thousand times,
but certainly not that she could recall in the last fifteen years or so. 
It had just felt so right at the time.  Even now thinking about the act,
the memory causing an awkward feeling inside herself.  Her bottom pressed
to his thighs, her breast upon his chest, arms around his neck.  And that
other thing.  It was there, she knew.  A softness that almost imperceptibly
caressed her thigh through his pants.  His penis.  Her father's cock.  The
thought of it had her blushing and she concentrated on her review to banish
the notion from her head, pressing record.

   "So, this is the crop top and matching shorts from the same line; super
cute.  I love the colors and the feeling of the material but I don't know
what it is but it seems they have the same issue.  Now I don't really have
a problem with it but I know that a lot of you do, so, let's talk
cameltoe!"

   As she said the words, she emphasized her crotch to the camera, pulling
up on the waist of the pink Lycra shorts, pushing out her vagina.

   "Now we all have one so it's no big deal, but this seamless line seems
to emphasize the lady bits maybe a little too much.  As I said, I don't
have so much of a problem with it.  I mean if a guy wants to stare down
there, so what..." As she said the words Teagan thought of her father
looking toward her pussy not half an hour before.  With her consent of
course.  She'd basically forced him to stare at her vagina, take in her
femininity.  Losing her train of thought she stumbled over her words and
abandoned the recording, heading to the laptop to erase the last minute.

   Squatting to access the computer, the tightness of her shorts was
pronounced between her thighs, the material sliding between her folds,
pleasurable.  She reviewed the last minutes of her video and her eyes went
straight to her own groin on the screen, pantyless, the moisture had soaked
through the material hugging her pussy.  Completely without her knowledge
she'd saturated her shorts, only now feeling the slipperiness as her mind
wandered back to the catalyst of her arousal.  Once more imagining the
feeling of it beneath her leg.

   The cock in her father's pants.

   *

   The shower hotter than normal, Gordon luxuriated beneath the flow of
water trying in vain to get her out of his mind.  When his eyes were
closed, he would see her in the kitchen, pulling her leggings tight against
her pussy.  Open, he gazed down upon his semi erect penis remembering the
feeling of her sitting in his lap; so close to his cock.  Had she indeed
felt it?  The thought had him hardening and instinctively he moved a hand
to encourage his hard-on.  The faint ring of the house phone going
unanswered broke through the cascading water and took him somewhat out of
his fantasy and reluctantly Gordon decided he'd probably been in there long
enough.

   Teagan picked up the receiver on the eighth ring, annoyed her editing
had been disrupted by the intrusion.  Who even had a landline anymore
anyway?  She mused as she heard her mother greet her on the other end.  Oh,
that's right, she giggled to herself, my parents.

   "I don't know, I'll ask him." Gordon heard come from the hallway before
the half-closed door to his bedroom swung open.

   Mid way across the room, naked but for the towel around his shoulders
like a scarf, Gordon's eyes met his daughter's as she stood in the doorway.
The cordless phone pressed to her ear, her face reflected the shock,
embarrassment, even amusement of the moment as she raised her free hand to
cover the microphone.

   "Jesus Teagan," Gordon gasped as he struggled to wrench the towel from
around his neck.  His effort nowhere near as quick as his daughter's eyes
as they lowered to 'feast,' it seemed to him, on his exposed manhood. 
"What the hell?" He managed amid his blushing as he finally held the towel
over his penis.  Pressing hard against his pelvis he could feel he was
still semi erect and ridiculously a part of his mind was proud he would've
looked 'large' down there to her eyes.

   Trying to conceal the smirk, her own face a red hue, Teagan did her best
to apologize without saying sorry.  "I thought you were dressed," she
declared, barely holding on to the laugh that clearly wanted to escape her.

   "You couldn't knock?" Gordon questioned, attempting to wrap the towel
around his waist, his fingers not playing along however and deciding it
safest to remain as he was.  "What is it anyway?"

   Her eyes remaining on his body, she seemed shocked to be reminded of her
reason for being there, Gordon noting her react seemingly to him and the
caller at once.

   "Oh yeah, sorry Mom," she finally uncovered the mouthpiece, taking her
eyes from looking at her father directly.  "Mom wants to know if we can
both come for dinner on Friday?" Teagan revealed to Gordon.

   "Yes," he responded, more to end the altercation than the actual desire
to dine with his ex-wife.

   "Ok, Dad says 'yes,'" Teagan replied to her mother, her eyes fixed over
Gordon's right shoulder.

   "Is that it?" Gordon shook his head.

   "Oh, yeah," Teagan finally managed and almost, it seemed to Gordon,
reluctantly turned and left the room, the door swinging closed behind her.

   Alone, he turned and sat down upon the bed, staring into the full-length
mirror that had been behind him the whole time.  "Oh God," he remarked,
aware his naked rear had been exposed to her the entire interaction.  He
pulled the towel from his front and wasn't shocked to see the full-blown
erection that had grown as they looked at one another.

   *

   Gordon lifted the handset and waited for his assistant to answer the
call.

   "Please, no interruptions for the next half hour Prue," he requested as
he looked back down at the screen of his computer in his private office. 
He'd managed to avoid her for nearly two days.  Not entirely on purpose,
their schedules not aligning, but the absence had been a blessing.  He
needed to get it straight in his head.  His initial shame at the arousal
he'd felt for her ebbing as the days passed, turning to a guilty passion. A
secret fantasy.  Harmless, in that he'd never really act on it.  Nothing
would ever happen in the real world, he assured himself.  But in his head,
scenarios played out between them.  Illicit.  Forbidden.  Taboo.  And on
the screen, he had hours of visual stimulation to fuel his incestuous
desires.

   'Halloween try-on haul,' the video was called.  And with the door to his
office securely locked, Gordon loosed his erection from his fly and watched
his daughter model the sluttiest costumes he had ever seen in his life.

   *

   Teagan stood naked in the laundry, the clothes dryer rattling.  On tippy
toes, her pussy pressed into the corner of the machine as it stimulated her
clit.  In her hand she held his underwear, pressing the crotch of his boxer
shorts to her face.  The smell was of his body wash, the scent of her
father.  But it was the connotation of what had been pressed to the
material only hours previous that filled her mind.  'Daddy's dick,' she
told herself.  'My daddy's cock, against my face!' The climax came as
easily as the fantasy, her legs wobbling as the orgasm began in her head
and vagina as one and surged through the rest of her body.  She collapsed
onto the top of the warm dryer, the underwear still against her face as
reality wormed its way back into her world.  "It'll never happen," she
spoke aloud as she extricated herself from her newly found sex appliance, a
glistening left upon the whitegood just as a thought entered her mind.  "Or
could it?"

   *

   "Together!?" Gordon remarked, amazed.  "No one wants to see me on
YouTube."

   "Of course they do," Teagan smiled, climbing upon the bench in the
kitchen across from her father, more than aware the skirt she wore revealed
a great deal of her legs.  "They're always fun.  You should watch the one I
did with Mom."

   Gordon swallowed.  He had watched the video.  More than once.  But would
never admit to Teagan of his indiscretion.  The 'clubbing' dresses as
alluring as the 'Halloween costumes' if not more so in that they were real
world clothing items.  There was a possibility he could even see her
wearing one in person.  He kept his eyes well away from her lower body as
he addressed her.

   "Honey, I wouldn't know what to say.  I've never done anything like that
before," he admitted.

   "And that's what would make it work.  It'd be funny.  Awkward even,"
Teagan smiled as she gripped the edge of the bench, her legs parting
slightly.  "My followers would love it!"

   Gordon couldn't help but see the flash of panty as she moved on the
bench.  The white triangle between her upper thighs stark though his eyes
remained fixed on her face.

   "What, so I would just say what I thought about your outfits?  What
would you wear anyway?" Gordon questioned, more than willing to accommodate
his daughter's wish but attempting to disguise his enthusiasm.

   "Well," Teagan paused, her face turning from him as if hesitant to
reveal her plan.  "I did just receive a haul of swimwear from a designer,"
she turned back to face him.  Did his eyes drift up from her legs, she
wondered?

   "Swimwear?" Gordon repeated, feeling himself blush.  "Oh, I don't know
Pumpkin." Don't blow this, Gordon screamed internally, still rebuking
himself for nearly getting caught looking up her skirt as she'd turned away
for a second.

   Teagan slid off her perch and approached her father around the island
bench, Gordon swiveling on the stool as she neared.

   "Please Daddy," she played up her innocence, batting her eyelids as she
raised her hands up to wrap his neck.  Gordon responded to her intimacy by
placing his own hands upon her hips, her pelvis only inches from his groin.
"For me.  I really want this," she added.

   He felt himself stir at her words.  His cock moving of its own volition
in his pants.  'Really want,' what?  He wondered.  For him to be in her
video, or for their bodies to touch?  Ridiculous, he forced his fantasy out
of his mind.

   "Alright," Gordon smiled.  "For you," he added as her face lit up.  "But
I don't want to look like an old fool!  I want to see the video before you
post it."

   Teagan swiftly moved in and kissed his cheek.  "Oh Daddy, you're not
old!" She confided, spinning as she broke their connection.  "This is going
to be great," she added.  Gordon noticing her skirt flying up in the
process revealing the bare cheeks of her bottom, the flash of the bulge of
her pussy sitting snugly in the white thong between her upper thighs.  He
also noticed she didn't correct the 'fool' component of his statement.

   *

   She orchestrated everything.  Where he sat, even what he wore, choosing
his business attire sans jacket, deciding after a test in camera to remove
his tie for him.  Teagan already wearing one of the suits she was to model,
the closeness as she undid his tie unsettling for Gordon who on the
exterior maintained a facade of stability, almost aloofness, yet inside was
a cauldron of nervous expectant energy.

   "Much better," she confirmed tossing the tie upon the sofa alongside his
jacket behind him, giving the impression of hurried undressing in the
frame. Teagan leaning over her laptop to examine the shot, capturing her
father glance at her ass, obviously unaware she was observing.  The
'lifeguard' style swimsuit hugged her body perfectly she knew, had even
admired her own reflection when she'd tried it on previous for size.  But
it wasn't what she desired him to see her wearing.  That would come later.

   It was that enticing lump of pussy between her legs that got him every
time.  He hadn't planned on ogling her but as she leaned forward to look at
her computer, he couldn't help sneaking a peek at her rear.  Her body was
perfect, of that he was sure.  She took after her mother at the same age,
in manner and appearance.  Possibly smaller breasts he'd noticed, but the
same ass that had so attracted him to Celia in the first place.  She turned
and there was an almost smirk upon her face, Gordon unsure as to why but
quickly putting it out of his mind when she informed him, they were
recording.

   "Just be yourself Dad," she smiled as she took up position beside him.

   "Hi guys and welcome back to my channel.  First things first.  Please
like and subscribe if you love what I do and remember to tick the little
bell notification to be sure YouTube lets you know I've uploaded.  Feel
free to follow me on Instagram, all the socials, and special mention to my
supporters on Patreon.  Thank you so so much guys, every dollar helps me
continue doing what you love to see me do."

   "Now today we'll be doing something different and I've brought along my
dad to help out," Teagan paused as she placed a hand on her father's
shoulder, Gordon looking from the camera up into the face of his daughter.
"Actually, no let's start again Dad," Teagan decided.  "It doesn't feel
right."

   Gordon once more let his eyes drift to her bottom as she attended her
laptop, feeling his dick twitch in response to the visual stimulus. 
'Jesus, don't you get hard!' He commanded his cock, forcing his gaze away
from the temptation.

   "Ok, let's try this again," Teagan made her way back to him only this
time approaching him head on.  "If you don't mind Dad, can we try this?"

   Without waiting for him to either accept or decline, Teagan lowered her
ass down onto her father to sit upon one thigh of his parted legs, an arm
circling his shoulders.  On impulse, Gordon lifted a hand to press to her
hip, touching equal parts flesh and the silky swimsuit to balance her
before taking it away as quickly.

   "No, it's alright," she declared, lifting his hand back to where it had
landed, pressing it firmly against her body.  "It's more natural like
this," she assured him before once more addressing the camera and
delivering her opening spiel a second time.  Under his eyeline, Gordon took
in the expanse of bare skin on her torso, the suit delivering a large dose
of his daughter's side-boob barely inches from his lips.  Her bare legs
between his own, her barely covered ass and most importantly, what he knew
to be her pussy pressing hard into his thigh.  Much to his shame, his
horror.  His cock began to swell.

   The preamble over, Teagan reluctantly withdrew her body from her
father's lap and turned beside him to parade the current swimsuit.  Gordon
now given license to look directly at her, relished the opportunity, not
feeling the need to disguise where his gaze settled.  Staring directly at
her pussy he commented on the high cut of the onepiece.  Confirming that as
a father, he thought she was showing too much skin.  Teagan laughing and
insinuating he hadn't seen anything yet to which Gordon silently groaned.

   "So pretty much you give this a thumbs up Dad?" Teagan asked after her
father had exhausted his opinion.  "So, out of ten.  What would you give
it?"

   Gordon freely provided the highest score.  He found it hard to imagine
giving her anything less no matter what she wore.

   "Ok so that's a 'yes' from Dad.  For me, I don't know.  It's super cute,
I love the sides here." Gordon watched as she turned side on to the camera
and revealed the side-boob he himself had appreciated.  "I don't know, the
color, this red, it just doesn't do it for me.  So, it's a 'no' from me. 
But only because of the color, so let's get changed and check it out in the
white."

   Teagan went to the laptop and paused the recording before looking back
at her father.  "That was great Dad," she revealed.  "You're better than
Mom, seriously."

   It was the moment Gordon had been agonizing about, the change of outfit.
Knowing full well she would undress for her Patreon subscribers, he
wondered if she was about to disrobe in his presence?  Unsure of his
reaction if it occurred.  Much to his relief, (though he had to admit,
minor disappointment) Teagan took a white swimsuit from an adjacent couch
and after placing a hand upon his shoulder as if in some sign of
acknowledgment, hopped off into the guest room beside the lounge.

   His mouth was dry and he wished he had a scotch at hand.  He imagined
her naked in the room next to him and it had his dick stirring.  "Don't you
dare," he whispered down at his groin, a bulge clearly forming as Teagan
rejoined him in their now de-facto recording studio.

   She looked stunning.  Was it a smaller size, he wondered as she sidled
past him and went once more to the laptop to start the camera recording? 
Her buttocks bulged out from the tight white material cutting across her
flesh, the racer-back style of the one piece revealing nearly all of her
spine.  And then she turned.  The material so thin and taut the shade of
her pink nipples was clearly visible, a pronounced cameltoe sitting below
her mons pubis.  There was nothing he could do to prevent his cock
hardening.  His only wish, she, nor the camera picked up on it.

   "I know I should wait for Dad's verdict," Teagan addressed the camera.
"But I have to say, I love this."

   She turned for her audience, Gordon admiring the swimsuit as well, more
so the wearer.  No, he was wrong.  She didn't take after her mother; she
was an individual beauty in her own right; she was a goddess.  Her eyes
descended upon him and he swallowed nervously.

   "No, I agree, it's nice," he concurred.  "I only wonder being white, it
could be transparent when it gets wet," he ad-libbed, immediately blushing
as he thought of the connotation.  "Also, it is very small," he added.

   "Oh, you're right Dad, this is the smaller size than the red.  I'll put
in the description all the sizes for you guys and the links on where you
can get them," she addressed the camera before looking back at Gordon. 
"So, thumbs up or down Dad?"

   "Oh, definitely a thumbs up," he conceded, wondering what Celia would
think of him appearing in the video.  Rating her daughter's swimsuits? 
Couldn't she have started off with 'Dad rates my raincoats,' anything less
provocative?

   "Cool, so that's two thumbs up on the one piece, we'll be right back
with the bikinis," Teagan stopped filming.

   "I might just get a drink Honey," Gordon rose from the couch as Teagan
turned back from the computer.  Did her eyes stray to his crotch as he
angled his body away from her to leave the room he wondered?

   "Oh, sure Daddy," she agreed.  "Take your time, I just have to go and
change again, I'll wait."

   In the spare room, Teagan slid out of the white swimsuit, noting the
dampness on the gusset.  "Oh God," she sighed.  Did he see?  She asked
herself.  Grinning wickedly into the mirror when she hoped he had.  Three
more swimsuits to reveal.  Purposefully ordering them to leave the most
revealing for last.  She picked up the bikini bottoms and stepped into
them, pulling them up above her knees before she noticed her slick inner
thighs, an actual trickle of dew running down her leg from her pussy. 
"This is sooo wrong," she smiled as she pulled the bikini up over her
sodden vagina.

   Gordon downed the glass in one go and re-filled, taking the scotch with
him back to the living room without delay.  His erection had thankfully
subsided but as he lay eyes upon his daughter squatting before her laptop,
reviewing all she'd filmed; he knew that wouldn't be the case for long. 
The bikini was a pale blue, the position she was in, allowing the rear to
ride up between the cheeks of her bottom, rising and pulling it out with a
finger of each hand as she became aware of his presence.

   Her breasts small, they still filled the cups of the top well, her
nipples standing rigid in the triangles of blue nylon.

   "Ooh scotch, can I have a sip?" Teagan remarked as she approached her
father, Gordon happily handing the glass over and watching her lips caress
the rim.  A trace of her lipstick remained as she passed it back, their
fingers touching.  Gordon's cock swelled.

   The same process.  Teagan modeling the swimwear, highlighting how the
bottoms could be cinched between her cheeks to provide a different look,
even asking her father which he preferred, in or out?  Gordon declaring the
conservative look, however desiring the latter.

   She changed yet again.  Admitting there were only two remaining to put
him out of his misery.  She couldn't be more wrong, he thought.  Gladly he
would've stayed there and watched.  Nothing in the world could've
captivated his attention more than this.  His calling was to watch his
daughter model for him, to turn her body and have him look at her.  To rate
her appearance.  To worship her.  He swallowed the last of his glass, his
lips upon the lipstick stain to feel all the more close to her as she
re-entered the living room.  He wasn't prepared.

   If this was clothing, he'd never seen a woman wearing less.  Her nipples
were barely covered by the material, two small pink triangles over the
lighter shade of her areola creeping around the bikini's top.  The bottom,
a thong, cupped her pubic mound, her labia sitting snugly inside their
housing yet seemingly capable of slipping from the restraint with the
slightest of movement.

   "Jesus Teagan," Gordon couldn't help but voice.  Some semblance of the
parent remained inside him and he felt he had to raise his doubts as to the
appropriateness of the outfit.

   "What Dad!?" Teagan seemed taken aback, yet aware herself of the
controversy of her appearance.

   "Are you serious?" Gordon questioned.  "Did you look at yourself?"

   She gazed down at her body, barely covered by attire and had to admit
even she wouldn't dare wear it on the beach or at a pool.  In private,
alone with her father however.  Now that was a different story.

   "Well yeah, it's a bit revealing, but it's for my channel," she
conceded. "Don't worry, I won't wear it out!" she smiled and it seemed to
temper her father's reaction.  She walked past him to the laptop and began
filming, catching her father's eyes lazily drift up from her bottom when
she turned back, delighted at the fact.  How will he react to the next one?
She wickedly wondered.  "You should've saved that reaction for when we were
filming Dad," she giggled as she once more took up position before him and
began addressing the camera.

   It was totally wrong, Gordon knew that.  His cock so hard in his pants,
barely hidden from view from his daughter and the camera by his crossed
legs, or so he thought.  Had she noticed?  Did he want her to notice?  Her
exposed bottom only inches from his face, he imagined her once more sitting
in his lap, grinding her ass upon his cock.  The cock that was erect for
her.  Was it her he could smell?  Over the scent of perfume, his scotch. 
The muskiness of a woman.  An aroused woman.  Surely not!  As she looked at
the camera, he, with impunity, glanced between the cheeks of her ass, her
upper most thighs glistening with a moisture that took his breath away.  He
bumbled his way through the rest of the review, giving his fatherly
opinion. Not happy with the exposure, the amount of skin on display,
ultimately declaring that she did look beautiful, proud of her empowerment.
In reality, enraptured by her appearance, deciding she wore too much.  That
he wanted to see her naked, to see her naked and spread for him.  To be
inside her.

   "I'll be right back," Teagan admitted, and with the feeling of her
father's eyes pleasantly not leaving her body, she entered the guest room
to change into the final bikini.  It was extreme, she knew that.  She had
to closely inspect herself in the mirror to be sure it was on right before
she left the room.  Made up of only string, the yellow strips formed the
hem of an actual bikini without the material that went with it.  The cups
replaced with a single strand that covered the nipples, the base a triangle
of straps that left the bulk of her pubic bone exposed, a strip wedging
between her labia.  She was essentially naked.

   A deep breath and she walked toward her father waiting expectantly for
her arrival.  His head turned to watch her progression and under his gaze
her boldness evaporated, a hand almost reaching in front of herself to
cover her nudity before once more she embraced it, proudly parading her
body on her approach toward the laptop.

   This could not be happening, Gordon told himself.  Surely a dream.  A
deviant incestuous, shameful fantasy, but only that.  Reality would dawn on
him eventually he reasoned.  To wake from this forbidden delight and go on
with his everyday life.  Until then, he decided.  He'd enjoy the show.  His
eyes followed her as she strolled past him.  Unable to speak he took in her
body, not hiding the fact he stared at her breasts, one of the strips of
material dislodged from its position, exposing her entire nipple.  He
trained his eyes down past her belly to her bald pubic bone.  Only then
realizing she was hairless.  Waxed smooth with only a thin string dividing
her labia, disappearing between her clearly wet folds.

   Thinking he was already at his limit, ridiculously his cock swelled
further against his pants, readjusting himself for comfort when she passed
his side to lean into her computer.  No squatting this time, she bent
forward and with her feet parted shoulder width set up the camera to once
more begin recording, knowing his eyes were devouring her from behind.  Her
legs splayed; Gordon was given an unfettered view between the cheeks of his
daughter's ass.  The thin strip of yellow laying over the darker skin
around her anus before disappearing into her pussy.  He thought he'd faint.

   Teagan could feel herself dripping.  She'd had men admire her before. 
Inspect every part of her body.  This felt different.  Far more dramatic.
Far more emotional.  This was the man she loved most in the world, that no
other could compete with, seeing her in the most intimate of ways.  She
almost felt she was wearing too much.  That she should just be naked for
him to enjoy.  For his eyes only to witness.  She turned and his eyes
trailed up her body until they reached her own.  She could see the lust
behind them, the love.  Recording, though her back was to the camera she
managed to break from his vision and look down at herself, seeing the
exposed nipple, doing nothing to fix it.

   "Do you like this one Daddy?" She sighed before looking back at him, her
eyes caught by the bulge in the front of his pants.  "Oh, I think I know
the answer to that!" She grinned.

   Gordon followed her gaze down to his groin, the erection clearly tenting
out the fly of his pants.  Knowing full well of its presence he was still
shocked to see his forbidden arousal so blatantly displayed and he moved
quickly to cover the protrusion.

   "Oh God Teagan, I'm sorry," he gasped, placing a hand over his crotch in
a feeble endeavor.

   "What?  No, don't be," Teagan was quick to respond, dropping to her
knees before her father, her hands placed upon his thighs, sliding them
upwards.

   Gordon flinched at the unexpected contact and instantly rose from the
couch in a bid to flee, his action merely bringing the object of discussion
closer to his daughter.  Teagan's face level with the swollen protuberance,
her hands remained on his legs and again she moved them toward her father's
cock.

   More successful this time, her right hand met the hardness and as one
they released a held breath before sense came again to Gordon.

   "Jesus, no Teagan," he exclaimed and swatted her hand away, on this
occasion making his objection more definitive by fleeing the scene.

   "Dad, it's ok," Teagan reasoned as she rose to her feet in the wake of
his departure.  "I want to."

   Gordon's escape route was flawed, unthinkingly ending up in the dead end
of the kitchen, the soft padding of his daughter's bare feet only steps
behind.  He turned when he met the sink and she was upon him, hands upon
his chest, his neck, as his own gripped the bench behind.

   "Pumpkin," Gordon sighed as her belly pressed into his erection, her now
both uncovered nipples soft against his defined chest.  "We can't," his
voice trailed into a whisper as her lips gently touched his chin, her
breath so warm, as her hands worked their way back down his body.

   "We can," she in turn whispered as she found his fly and unzipped.

   No dream this, Gordon felt lightheaded as single handedly, expertly, she
extracted his length from its confines, never a cock feeling so hard in her
grip.  Erect, he was bigger than she expected, the outline in his pants not
doing him justice.

   "Jesus," Gordon gasped as she began stroking him, the reality of their
situation dawning.  "Princess, are you sure?" He managed to voice.

   As if response enough, Teagan used her free hand to wrench her father's
wrist from the bench and pull his arm behind her, planting his palm upon
her buttock.

   "Touch me Daddy," she commanded and following his orders, Gordon cupped
an ass cheek, feeling the softness, the roundness of his daughter.

   His mouth ajar in shock, awe, Teagan's tongue tentatively tasted his
lips, the sweetness of scotch, before committing and entering.  At once
embraced by her father, his hungry mouth devouring her, their tongues
entwined as she felt her wetness run her inner thigh.  As tentative as her
tongue, Gordon's index finger examined the crack of her ass.  The string of
the bikini a final impediment to full contact as her hand beat his cock
with increasing fervor.  As if aware of his hesitance, again she pulled him
onto herself, her hand pushing his fingers between her cheeks, a digit
finding her anus, another feeling the slick of her pussy.

   The realization of where his fingers were, the mental stimulation it
provided, not to mention the tactile.  The impromptu handjob.  It was all
too much.  With Teagan sucking his tongue, he felt the climax approach. 
Felt he should warn her but didn't care to break their connection.  Never
had he felt so close to her, physically of course but now emotionally.  She
knew him as a man, his desire, his lusts.  And he in turn felt he could
tell her anything.  Confess his love for her alone, that he'd created in
her the perfect woman.

   Teagan could've cum.  If only he'd pushed inside her, between her
dripping lips, even her asshole.  She knew the slightest penetration
would've had her climaxing upon his fingers, if only she'd been more
specific when she'd directed him to touch her.  As she felt the pulses in
his cock, she knew the moment had passed.  So soon!  She marveled as she
was showered with cum.  A relieved breath came from his mouth with the sigh
of pleasure as spurt after spurt of semen coated her stomach, breasts, her
hand.  Gordon's shirt saturated with his own emission; the fly of his tan
pants wet with the lava flow of cum.  He felt giddy as wave after wave of
the orgasm flowed from his head through his body, his legs wobbly.  Eyes
momentarily closed, opened to his daughter's expectant eyes, excitedly
searching his own for, what?  Praise.  He wished he handled it better.

   "Oh, shit Teagan," Gordon whispered, her hand still softly coaxing his
flow of cum, extending his orgasm.  "What have we done!?"

   "What we both wanted," she calmly replied, leaning up to again go for a
kiss.

   Gordon pulled back, remembering his fingers were lodged between her ass
cheeks and wrenched his hand from her buttock.

   "This was a mistake," he gasped, looking down at the evidence of the
incest all over the front of their bodies.  "I'm your father, I should
never have let it..."

   "Daddy, it's all good," Teagan tried to persuade him.  "I loved it. 
Really," she emphasized by lifting her hand from his cock, fist coated in
slime and attempting to raise it to her mouth.

   "Jesus no!" Gordon stopped the wanton display, ceasing her progression.
"Pumpkin.  This can never happen again.  Your mother would..."

   "She never has to know," Teagan interrupted, annoyed she wasn't already
tasting her father's cum.

   "We're seeing her Friday," Gordon reminded her.  "How can I look her in
the eyes?  No," Gordon reaffirmed.  "This never happens again."

   His cock quickly losing its rigidity, Gordon extracted himself from
before her, tucking his penis back into his pants in the process and left
the kitchen, Teagan following his progress with her eyes, not as
crestfallen as she expected to be upon hearing his words.  She leaned back
against a bench top and looked down at her glistening stomach, raising her
aforementioned hand to her face.  The smell was strong as she ran her
tongue over her knuckles, the taste familiar but different.  It was the
unique taste of her daddy.  And she was addicted.

   "He'll be back," Teagan smiled to herself as she swallowed his cum. 
"He'll be back."

   *

   "What's going on with you two?" Celia remarked, raising her wine glass
to her mouth as she finished her meal.

   Gordon coughed on a mouthful of potato salad which caused Teagan to
giggle softly to herself.

   "What do you mean?" Gordon managed, blushing, taking a draught of his
own wine to clear his throat.

   "You've hardly said a word to each other all night," she noted.  "Let
alone look at one another!  Not that I can blame you Gordon," Celia added
looking at her daughter.  "What happened Teagan, forget your bra again?"

   The words caused Gordon to glance once more at Teagan, what she was
wearing.  More to the point, what she wasn't wearing.  The yellow tank top
struggled to contain her admittedly small breasts, braless, a large expanse
of side-boob protruded around the almost completely transparent material.

   "I'd hate to ask if you're wearing panties?" Celia concluded.

   "Celia," Gordon reacted.  He knew for a fact she wasn't, Teagan
suggestively letting her short denim skirt ride up her legs as she'd sat in
the car beside him on the ride over.  The sight once more of her smooth
bald mound causing him to blush then much as now.

   "See, look what you've done to your father," Celia rose from the table
collecting plates.  "He doesn't want to see you parading around half
naked."

   "Um actually Dad knows what kind of clothes I wear and is fine with it,"
Teagan responded, rising to help with clearing the table, her actions not
helping her case as her skirt stayed up high around her hips, the flash of
bare pussy for all to witness before she tugged it down, Celia groaning. 
"He's even been in one of my videos!" She stated.

   "Teagan," Gordon decried.

   "What?  It's ok Dad," Teagan reassured him.

   "What video?" Celia questioned, skeptically.

   "He rated my swimsuits," Teagan proudly proclaimed.

   "Oh Jesus," Gordon groaned.

   "You made him do that?" Celia's voice rose.

   "He was happy too," Teagan stated and Gordon wanted to climb beneath the
table.  "Not everyone's as prudish as you you know!"

   "Prudish?" Celia seemed taken aback by the accusation.  "I.."

   For once in his life, Gordon saw his ex-wife seemingly lost for words. A
high level manager in her business, work had been her focus most of their
married life and conservatism had crept into their bedroom and her wardrobe
early on.  Teagan must have seen the vulnerability in her mother and went
in for the kill.

   "Maybe that's why Dad left you," she stuck the knife in and twisted.

   "Teagan enough," Gordon raised his voice and she looked down at her
father shocked but aware she'd overstepped the line.

   "Whatever," she rolled her eyes, abandoning her attempt at helping tidy
up.  "I'm going to wait in the car," she declared before looking back at
her mother.  "I'm sorry.  Thanks for dinner," she summoned before leaving
the two alone.

   Celia remained where she'd begun the argument, her hands holding plates
tightly in her grip as Gordon rose to assist.

   "Hey, don't listen to her, she's obviously in one of those moods,"
Gordon tried to ease the tension and Celia looked in his eyes, the evidence
of tears forming.

   "But it's true isn't it?" She stated.

   "What?  No, she's just a kid blowing off steam," Gordon tried to dismiss
Teagan's statement.

   "No, she's not," Celia defended their daughter much to Gordon's
amazement.  "She's a successful, intelligent and sexy woman that speaks her
mind," Celia asserted.

   "That we raised," Gordon agreed, taking the plates from his ex-wife's
hands.  "We did something right Celia," he smiled and was glad to see a
glimmer of happiness come to her eyes.  "Come on, let's do these dishes."

   *

   "Well that went well," Teagan remarked in the light of her phone as
Gordon entered the vehicle.

   "Don't say one more word," he warned as he started the engine and began
the drive home.

   *

   It was after ten p.m.  when Gordon heard the knock on his door. 
Sheepish, Teagan waited for him to answer before poking her head through
the gap.

   "What?" Gordon questioned as her puppy dog eyes surveyed him, shirtless
as he read in bed.

   "You still angry at me?" She inquired to which Gordon grunted.  "Do I
need to be spanked?" She added and though he tried to prevent it, a smile
came to his lips.

   "What do you want?" he asked her as she entered the room wearing a
full-length winter dressing gown, a part of him wondering why she was so
conservatively covered, especially after the altercation at Celia's?

   She climbed upon the end of the bed, keeping the gown cinched at her
chest and legs and Gordon allowed his mind to actually think about spanking
her before chasing the image away.

   "I need your help," she began.

   "With what?"

   "A video," she proudly proclaimed.

   "Oh, Jesus Teagan no, not again," Gordon stated.

   "No not like that," she dismissed.  "Although I do need you to film the
outro on the bikini haul.  No this is a bit different."

   Gordon placed his book down before him, inadvertently resting it upon
his flaccid cock, the pressure noted however.

   "Different how?" He questioned.

   "I'll have to show you.  In my room," she bit her lip.

   "Oh, no, Pumpkin.  I told you..."

   "It's for $500," she added and it stopped Grodon mid speech.

   "Ok, I'm listening," he said.

   He'd noticed her stockinged leg when she climbed off his bed, purple
with an intricate pattern.  It wasn't until she allowed her dressing gown
to open further up her torso as they entered her bedroom, did he realize it
was most likely a bodystocking she indeed wore.

   Much as it had been in the living room, Teagan had set up her lap top,
camera and lamp facing her bed, Gordon seeing what he instantly realized
were sex toys, all pink, upon the top sheet.

   "No way Honey," he declared, all of a sudden feeling way too
underdressed in only his loose-fitting boxer shorts.

   "You haven't heard what it is yet," Teagan stated, releasing the tie of
her dressing gown and letting it fall to the floor.

   "Oh shit," Gordon sighed as he took in his daughter.  He was right about
the bodystocking, her nipples clearly visible through the material, her
bare pussy no more than an arms distance away in her crotchless
magnificence.  "What are you doing Baby?"

   "It's a cam session Daddy," Teagan matter-of-factly explained as she
climbed upon the bed.  Gordon tried not to follow her progression, to keep
his eyes from her ass as it was presented to him.  But he was only human.
The bodystocking revealed just enough of her buttocks, framing the most
important part, her exposed asshole and already wet pussy below, before she
turned to face him and the camera, settling on her knees.

   "Jesus, is it recording now?" Gordon stepped back from beside the bed,
making sure he wasn't in the frame.

   "No, I'm on a time-out," she casually informed him, looking at the
clock. "I have five minutes."

   "Until what?"

   "Until I'm back streaming.  Not recording," she made inverted commas in
the air.

   "Oh Christ," Gordon turned from her, running a hand over his face before
looking back.  "You're doing porn!" He challenged.

   "It's not porn," Teagan was quick to defend before debating it in her
head.  "Well not really.  It's sexual expression," she decided upon.  "It's
liberating."

   "Oh God, Pumpkin.  Really?" Gordon in an internal debate himself as to
how to deal with this revelation, all the while aware his cock was
hardening behind the measly veil of his shorts.  "What's this $500 about?"

   "Well that's what I'd usually make each session, but a client is willing
to pay $500 more for something, 'extra,' so to speak."

   Gordon looked at her expressionless, pretty sure where this was headed.

   "Go on, say it," he moaned.

   "Well I always do this solo," Teagan explained.  "He wants to see me
with a real..."

   Gordon followed his daughter's eyes as they trailed down his bare torso
to his groin, the tower of his cock embarrassingly obvious.

   "...cock," Teagan finished.

   "I can't," Gordon sighed.  "We can't.  Not again."

   "It wouldn't be like that Daddy," Teagan hinted.  "This is just
business. Just like you helping me out with one of my YouTube videos."

   Ridiculously to Gordon, when she framed it like that, it made sense. 
What would be the harm, he wondered?  No, you monster, he yelled at himself
before shaking his head.

   "Would you rather I used some stranger?" Teagan proposed, aware it was
little shy of blackmail.

   Much to Gordon's chagrin, she raised a valid point.  Wasn't it better
that he himself assisted her as opposed to some miscreant who cared not for
her wellbeing?  He loved her.  Some random had no interest in her success,
they'd merely be there to get their own rocks off, so to speak.  If he
didn't himself go through with it, was he not doing her a disservice?

   "Alright," he whispered.

   "What?" Teagan was almost taken aback, ready to summon some other
argument.

   "Alright, I'll do it," Gordon heard himself state.

   "Really?  Oh, thank you Daddy," Teagan rose up on her knees to hug him,
having to forcefully pull her father closer to the bed.  Well aware of his
erection, when it pressed to her belly through his shorts, it still came
with a rush of excitement.

   "It's not incest," Gordon pulled back to face her once more, his hand
remaining on her lower back, the lace of the bodystocking silkier than he'd
imagined, and definitely not unpleasant to the touch.

   "No, of course not Dad," Teagan was willing to concur.  "It's just
business."

   Nodding, Gordon finally broke their embrace.  "So, what is it you want
me to do?"

   Jumping into action, Teagan was quick to take charge.  "Well you won't
need these for starters," she casually gripped the sides of her father's
boxer shorts and pulled them down his legs.

   Once more, just as he'd been after the shower, he was naked before his
daughter.  Now more intimate in his aroused state.

   "My face can't be on screen Honey," Gordon managed to elucidate under
the circumstances.

   "Oh, don't worry we aren't going to fuck, Georgie just wants to see me
blow a guy!"

   "Georgie?" Gordon questioned, shocked at himself for feeling somewhat
disappointed they weren't going to have sex, yet equally amazed at her
casual reference to fellating her father.

   Teagan looked up at him as she typed on her laptop.

   "Georgie, he's the guy giving us $500," she explained.

   "And it's not recording?  Just streaming?"

   "Yep.  There's some encryption software on the hosting website," Teagan
divulged.  "It's just for us, him and anyone else watching at the time. 
It's pretty anonymous, you can relax."

   'Relax,' Gordon thought as he watched Teagan tap away on the keyboard
before positioning him just out of the scope of the camera.  Relax.  While
his heart pumped a thousand beats a minute.  Relax.  As he watched her lay
back on the bed and spread her legs for the camera, for him.  Her labia
glistening under the light of the neon, her fingers equally as she ran them
along her slit, drawing them to her mouth via her nipples which she coated
with her dew once pulling her breasts from the bodystocking.

   She'd done this before Gordon thought, of that there could be no doubt.
The laptop beside her, she seemed to be receiving instructions as to what
to do next, rolling onto her stomach where she displayed her ass to the
camera, her pink asshole just as damp as the pussy below.  His cock hadn't
ever felt harder as Gordon unselfconsciously stroked up along his length.
Have to keep it erect he told himself, for when I'm called upon.  In
reality it was for pleasure.  He could've stayed hard for days looking at
her asshole alone, to not masturbate would've been foolishly denying
himself.  It also seemed to please her when she turned to spy him.

   "Of course Georgie, he's right here," Teagan addressed their benefactor
before coaxing Gordon into shot with an outstretched hand.  "Come here
Da..ah, Dan," she managed to correct herself.  Not sure how the incest play
would've gone over with her audience and saving herself in the nick of
time. Gordon's knees hit the edge of the bed and as her hand once more
wrapped his girth, his position allowed him to see the act displayed on the
screen of the laptop.  Familiar with the feeling of her fingers upon him,
it was indeed like he was watching a movie scene as he saw her head descend
upon his groin from the vantage of the camera and as her mouth met his
cock, from his own perspective.

   Teagan looked up into her father's eyes as her lips encircled the head
of his engorged shaft.  A hand around the base, she ran her grip tightly
along his length to draw his pre-cum, rewarded with a sip of his sweet
nectar, her lips coming from him with a trail of the clear fluid.  Back
upon him as she savored the taste, so different to that of his cum.  Just
as delicious.

   Her eyes left his as she cupped his balls, glancing back at the camera
to include those watching.  To Gordon it was a disappointment.  Yes, it was
'his' cock his daughter sucked, but the action meant her attention was
divided.  He wanted her all to himself.  Now and forever.  He wanted to
stroke her hair, to show affection as she pleasured him.  No.  He wanted to
pleasure her as well.  He should be reciprocating, he reasoned.  His mouth
should be on her pussy as she blew him.  His tongue upon her clit, inside
her, as his cock was in her mouth.  The image had him groaning as she took
him over her tongue.  The head of his cock finding the back of her throat,
her mouth pulling off in a fountain of saliva as she gagged, her hand
scooping the drool to coat his length.  It was primal, debased, almost
obscene as she repeated the act over and over and to Gordon it was the
hottest thing anyone had ever done to him.

   His cock slick with spit; his daughter's chin a torrent of bubbly saliva
that ran her torso to the bed below, her glistening hand constantly pulling
his column, Gordon was aware his orgasm approached.  When her eyeshadow
smeared gaze once more locked on his he whispered the warning and Teagan
was quick to respond.

   "Oh, yes Dad...Danny.  Cum on me.  Cum all over my face," she demanded,
a smile appearing on her lips before her tongue poked suggestively out and
licked the head of his cock.

   Her hand rapidly jerking his length, Gordon didn't need to assist the
delivery of the package but wanted to aid her aim.  Taking over he
continued masturbating, Teagan focusing on the camera for an instant before
devoting herself to her father, leaning back on her hands, mouth wide open
and ready for her present.

   He wanted to tell her he loved her as he was about to cum but resisted
the temptation for the sake of the audience.  Instead hamming it up for the
camera.

   "You want it Baby?" He panted as he furiously pulled his saliva
slickened cock.

   "Fuck yes, give me that hot cum.  Cum in my mouth," Teagan replied, a
hand moving between her legs to cup her vagina.

   The final strokes and even Gordon was amazed at the volume he produced,
the intensity of his orgasm.  Pausing his action to aim toward his
daughter's awaiting mouth, Gordon shot forth a torrent of semen hitting her
directly upon her lips.  Much entered her mouth with the first spurts
before, resuming his masturbating, coating the rest of her face, a rope
running from forehead to chin.  Her nose dripped with a snot-looking thread
of cum, her tongue protruding to catch and display the last of her daddy's
present.

   "Ugh, shit," Gordon gasped as the last of his sperm dripped from the
head.  "Fuck," he sighed as Teagan lasciviously scooped cum from her face
into her mouth to gargle as she abandoned her father and moved closer to
the camera.

   "That's for you Georgie," she addressed her audience as she swallowed
before blowing a kiss to the camera and tapping away at the keyboard.  "Ok
Dad, thanks," she glanced at Gordon quickly before continuing on with her
work and Gordon felt at once redundant and strangely, used.

   "Oh, ok," Gordon replied, fetching his boxer shorts from the floor and
pausing a moment to see if there was any further reaction from his
daughter. None forthcoming, he almost meekly wished her a good night and
silently left her room.

   In his bedroom, Gordon sat upon the edge of the bed still naked.  His
cock refusing to completely soften, he used his shorts to wipe a drip of
cum that seeped from the eye.  A forlorn figure, he looked at his
reflection in the mirror and questioned his decisions.  A day before he was
determined to never let anything sexual occur between he and Teagan again.
Now, after 'that,' he just wanted to be with her constantly.  Incest be
damned, illegality, to hell with that.  He loved her, not just in a
fatherly way but in the way a man loves a woman.  He lusted for her like
he'd not done with another since meeting his wife.  Did she feel the same?
Her indifference after he'd cum, her almost dismissiveness suggested
otherwise.  Or was he reading too much into it?  She had work to do.  It
would never have happened between them in the first place if she didn't
share his desire.

   His cock thickened with just the memory of what they'd done.  The
clothing she wore, discussing the look of her pussy with him.  Her
intruding upon his bedroom, seeing him naked.  Her eyes on his cock.  The
swimsuits.  Was it all just to turn him on?  It had certainly done the job.
Her reaction to his erection.  A handjob in the kitchen and now this.  As
if he'd conjured her, the door to his room opened and she entered
unannounced.  She was naked, her face cleaned of cum yet her makeup still
smeared.  She was beautiful.

   "Oh good, you're still hard!" She stated as she went to him.

   No denial of their love now, Gordon took his daughter in his arms as she
fell upon his body.

   "I love you," Gordon sighed as her lips met his.  "So much," he
emphasized.

   Teagan didn't need to respond verbally, her hand finding his cock and
inserting it within her body, sliding down her father's length until they
were one at the groin, the act proof of her affection.

   Falling onto his back, Gordon raised his hands to her breasts and
caressed, manipulating her engorged nipples between his fingers, the action
delighting Teagan who threw her head back as she bucked upon his erection.
Her ass slapped upon his thighs with the fury of her assault before she
once more collapsed onto his chest where she was embraced in the comfort of
her father's strong arms.

   Their tongues entwined.  No fatherly kiss this, Teagan closed her eyes
and luxuriated in the warmth of their love, his hands on her back, his dick
plunging into her vagina as she squeezed herself around him.  The orgasm
took her by surprise, her body shuddering with such force Gordon paused to
be sure of her safety before she moaned to keep fucking her.  No father
could resist, Gordon turning his daughter onto her back, her legs tucked
beneath her arms as he furiously hammered his cock into her gushing pussy.

   "Yes.  Fuck yes Dad," Teagan gasped.  "Fuck me Daddy.  Fuck me hard."

   "I love you Pumpkin," Gordon panted, the bed shifting beneath them with
the vigor of their lovemaking.

   "I love your cock!" Teagan admitted.  "Cum inside me Daddy.  Fill my
pussy with your hot cu..." she attempted to state as another orgasm swept
her body, Gordon feeling the surge of wet spray around his dick.  It was
too much for him and he released, wrapping his arms around her as he fell
completely upon her body.

   Thrusting with every surge of cum, their mouths locked upon the others.
Not breathing to heighten the pleasure of their simultaneous orgasm, their
tongues entwined.  Teagan squeezed her cunt around her father's
granite-like organ as she felt his cum coat her walls, locking him within
her body, forever she hoped.  Again, and again he came.  Better than
before, more intimate, more loving.  Finally, with the last pulse of his
ejaculation, Gordon exhaled in a satisfied release of exhaustion.

   "Oh, God that was good," Teagan couldn't help but giggle as Gordon
rolled off her torso, taking her with him to once more have her on top.  He
felt a trickle of fluid flow between his legs in the process.  Was it his,
hers?  He cared not.

   "Are we really doing this?" Gordon stroked his daughter's hair behind
her ear as she rested her chin down on her arms upon his chest.

   "I think we already did Daddy," she smiled.

   "I mean this isn't a one off?" Gordon tried to compose himself.  "I know
I said we can't, but I was wrong Honey.  I love you.  I want to be with
you."

   It was exactly what Teagan wanted to hear.  He loved her as a woman, not
just as his little girl.

   "You promise to keep helping me with my videos?" She teased as if it was
a condition of their relationship.

   "I'll do anything you say Baby," Gordon confessed truthfully.  Right
there and then he cared not about anonymity.  He wanted the world to know
of his love for her.  That a father and daughter could be together and it
could be beautiful.  The world would see, he'd show them.

   "Good," Teagan playfully kissed his lips.  "Because I've got a lot of
interesting ideas if you're willing?"

   Gordon's cock hardened in the warm confines of his daughter's pussy.

   *

   Epilogue

   Celia Black ate her lunch at the desk of her office as usual.  A short
respite from work she scrolled through her recommendations on YouTube, the
bell notifying of a new video from 'It's Teags.'

   She smiled at how uncomfortable Gordon looked as he rated their
daughter's swim suits.  Each piece becoming smaller than the previous. 
"Now you know how I felt!" She laughed as Gordon clearly blushed as Teagan
paraded a bikini before him.

   Absently Celia perused the comment section, mostly favorable, the
occasional troll calling her a 'slut,' 'overweight,' 'underweight!'

   'See her naked here,' the comment from someone named Georgie2020 stated,
including a link to an outside website.  It wasn't standard for her to
click a link but she moved her mouse over the URL and pressed, a window
opening to a porn site she was aware of.

   The girl dressed in the purple lace patterned bodystocking lay on her
back whilst she masturbated for the camera, her bare labia glistening with
moisture.  Celia watched her move to her stomach and present her asshole to
the audience before focusing her attention on an erect penis that entered
the frame from the left.  An erect penis that Celia knew all too well, her
mouth dropping open even as the girl took it in her own.

   Two things Celia became aware of as she watched her ex-husband cum upon
their daughter's face.

   The world would never be the same again.

   And her panties were wet.

   *

   The End.


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