Let's Talk Cameltoe

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.