Gregg tried to look his daughter only in the eyes as he smiled and said "Good morning!"
She smiled back without a trace of self-consciousness and said "Morning, Dad."
When she turned away from him to open the fridge, Gregg buried his eyes back in the screen of his phone. He was glad Liv had come to stay with him for the summer. After spending most of her teen years living with her mom and then moving away to college, he feared that he had lost his only child completely. But she had chosen to live with him for the summer. And that was great.
If only she could dress a little differently.
It wasn't a huge deal. She dressed normally when she left the house. But in the morning she came out of her room wearing panties. And nothing else.
Liv was a little pale, but it complimented her long dark hair. She was normal height at 5'3". And she had her mom's resplendent breasts and magnificent butt.
A different father could have ignored it, but Liv had grown into the living image of his first love. Every time he saw his daughter's thick pink nipples or the way her ass filled out her underwear, he couldn't help the growth in his pants.
The girl eventually selected a yogurt and sat down across the table from her father to eat it. "So, whatcha readin'?" she asked.
Afterwards, Gregg would be helpless to recount exactly what they talked about. He was too occupied with sounding normal and making just enough eye contact to make his evasion not conspicuous. He waited until Liv had vacated her chair for the bathroom to make his own retreat.
Still flustered, he entered his bedroom. "Hey Jesse," he said, addressing the still sleeping form of his second wife, "Can you wake up a second?"
Jesse, who worked the night shift and had only retired a few hours before, growned. "Oh babe, what is it?"
"I need your help really fast. Please, it won't take three seconds."
The woman pried one eye open, spotted his evident arousal and shyed in dismay. "Is this about Olivia again? You can't keep doing this, Gregg. Just talk to her already."
