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My Daughter's Hero
by RJ Squirrel (no address provided)
***
When I got injured at work, my teenage daughter became
my care giver. And she took very good care of my every
need. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, 1st, rom, preg)
***
It started out as an ordinary day. I got up early,
dressed, checked in on my beautiful 16-year-old daughter
(still sleeping at 6:00 AM; it was summer break and she
liked to sleep in a little), and headed for work. The
down economy was really hitting the construction
industry; those of us who survived the layoffs at the
small plate glass company where I worked were diligent
about showing up early, working late, and making
ourselves appear indispensable.
That's just what I was doing three hours later -
appearing indispensable while Tim Hastings, the company
President, talked to the shop foreman. One of our shop
guys was busily laying out work for a non-existent job,
another was going through the last three month's work
orders (a depressingly small list), and I was
inventorying the stacks, where we stored the crates of
tempered glass. We all knew there was nothing going on
and more layoffs were coming; none of us wanted to look
idle.
Hastings and the foreman were about 10 feet away from
me, and I was straining to hear what was being
discussed. It sounded like there might be some
government contracts coming, which would be a godsend
for us. That was when all hell broke loose.
Tempered glass is treated so that when it breaks, it
shatters into little squarish pieces rather than large
pointy shards. It's much safer, but tempered glass can
also have a lot of stress in the sheet. Sometimes, if
the sheet of glass has a flaw in it, the stress can
cause the sheet to explode; if the sheet is still in the
case, the whole case can go. It's something every
glazier has encountered; sometimes it's just a (very
expensive) mess to clean up, other times it can be
dangerous.
The case that blew was on the upper rack of the stack,
and it blew with enough force that the case flew apart.
The case was right above where Hastings and the foreman
stood. I didn't even think; I dove forward and shoved
them out of the way. And then my world went dark.
***
"Now remember, young lady, if there's anything you need,
anything at all, you have my private number."
"Yes, Mr. Hastings, I have it right here."
"Just make sure he gets better. All the time off he
needs, full pay, he's got it. Medical bills, they come
to me. And if there's anything else..."
"I've got your private number."
"Yes, exactly. Okay. Well, and tell him I said... Tell
him I said thank you. That's so inadequate, but..."
"I'll tell him, sir. Thank you."
The door closed. I was laying propped up on the sofa,
eyes closed, head spinning. It was the day after the
accident. I stayed at the hospital overnight for
observation, but I hate hospitals and got grudging
approval from the doctor to check myself out. My left
wrist and right shoulder were broken, three ribs were
cracked, and I had a moderate concussion. My left arm
was in a cast from fingertips to almost my elbow; my
right arm was immobilized from my shoulder to elbow -
they left me the use of my right hand, but I could only
reach from my navel to my chin. I was still on heavy-
duty pain meds, and was drifting in and out of
consciousness.
"Oh, Daddy, what am I going to do with you?"
I opened my eyes to see my daughter, Julie, standing
over me. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail;
her green eyes sparkled with forming tears as she looked
down at me. "Daddy, I've been so worried. Why did you
have to..." Her voice stopped as she choked back a sob.
"Hastings... He would have..." I couldn't keep my
thoughts straight long enough to complete a sentence,
but I got enough out.
"Yeah, I know, he would have died. Everyone told me
that. But Daddy, YOU could have died!"
"No... never... leave you... alone... Take care of...
baby girl."
It was something I said to her when her mother had died
9 years ago. She had clung to me so hard the day of the
funeral, and made me promise to never leave her alone.
And I had, meaning every word. "I'll never leave you
alone. I'll always take care of my baby girl."
I repeated the promise from time to time, when she was
in pain or stressed out. The words usually comforted
her, but now they made her cry. She dropped to her knees
and carefully laid her head on my chest, not wanting to
cause any pain. I carefully placed my left arm on her
back, trying to comfort her with my cast. After a few
seconds, she straightened up.
"Um, thanks, Daddy, but the cast kind of hurts." She
smiled at me as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I
guess it's baby girl's turn to take care of my Daddy
hero."
***
"Uh, Julie? I... I need your help." It was the next
morning, and I was discovering just how big of an impact
my injuries were having.
"Daddy? Where..." The bathroom door opened part way, and
my savior stuck her head in. "Daddy, what are you
doing?"
"Um, trying to go to the bathroom. But I can't undo my
pants. Or my belt. Or anything else. But look, I lifted
the lid. With my foot." It seemed a silly
accomplishment, but I was still proud of it. "And I
think I can probably flush it when I'm done."
"Oh, Daddy..." She open the door the rest of the way and
came in. I had obviously called her when she was getting
dressed, as all she had on were her bra and panties. She
did her own shopping these days and usually did the
laundry, so I hadn't noticed when she changed from the
plain cotton panties and bras I used to get her. These
were lacy and totally grown up, and for the first time I
realized that my baby girl was becoming a beautiful
young woman, with perfect curves, well-proportioned
breasts, nice hips flaring out below a flat stomach.
Whoa, Bill, I said to myself. This is Julie, your
daughter! Stop leering at her! Don't look at how the bra
holds her full breasts, how her hips sway as she walks
towards you. Don't try to guess the size - C-cups, at
least. Don't stare down into her luscious cleavage as
she loosens your belt. Don't notice how her firm tits
jiggle as she unbuttons and unzips your pants. Don't
think about how her soft lips would feel on your
hardening cock.
She was saying something to me, looking up at my face. I
tore my eyes away and shook my head. "Sorry, sweetie,
I'm still a little out of it from the pain pills. What
did you say?"
"I said, can you take it from here or do you need more
help?" She looked concerned. Did she know what I was
thinking? Where I was looking?
"Oh." Her hands we still holding the front of my pants
open. Looking past her face, her breasts, I could see my
underpants shifting as my cock continued to stiffen.
"Um, I think I can handle it from here." Handle your
tits, my drug-addled mind screamed. Handle my cock.
"Okay, Daddy, I'll give you your privacy. Let me know if
you need anything else." She stretched up to kiss me on
the cheek. As she did, she let go of my pants, letting
them drop to the floor. My cock tented my boxers, and
then was trapped between our bodies as she pressed hers
against mine for a brief hug, her breasts mashed against
my chest. She looked up at me with concern written
across her face, then she walked out, shutting the door
behind her.
"Shit," I muttered. "I was seconds away for molesting my
daughter." I thought I was saying it with disgust, but
there was a hint of frustration in my voice.
I managed to hook my left thumb (the only usable digit I
had that could reach past my belt line) in the waistband
of my boxers, and gingerly pulled them down. My cock
sprang up rigid in front of me, a lewd 7" testament to
my perverse desires. I managed to press it down to where
it looked like it was aimed at the toilet bowl, but then
it slipped and I ended up peeing all over the place.
Once my bladder emptied, the swelling began to go down
until my cock was flaccid again, dripping into my pants
and boxers that were around my ankles. I bent down to
pull them up and almost fell over. I tried to squat to
grab them, but couldn't get a grip with just my thumb.
My shoulder and wrist were throbbing, my ribs were
beginning to. I stood there in a pool of pee, naked from
the waist down.
I sighed. "Julie?"
***
"Okay, ground rules." I was sitting on the sofa, wearing
nothing but gym shorts. Julie stood in front of me,
dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Her face was sweaty
after cleaning up my mess.
"First, no going to the bathroom by yourself. I don't
want to clean up something like that every time."
"I'm sorry, sweetie. But I just couldn't aim it."
"Then I will." I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut
me off. "Daddy, let's be realistic. I'm going to have to
help you with everything. I've already seen your... your
penis. I'm going to have to help you with your pants
when you go. When you go poop, I'm going to have to wipe
your butt. I'll have to bathe you - probably sooner than
later, since you kind of stink." She paused, then
smiled. "You did all of this for me when I was little. I
can do it for you now."
Even though the pain meds were kicking in, I was lucid
enough to see the logic in what she said. I nodded my
assent.
"One more thing," she said. "No secrets between us. The
doctors said these pain pills can have side effects -
hallucinations, impaired judgment, behavior changes, all
sorts of things. And they said the effects could be
intensified by the concussion. They told me to keep my
eyes open and let them know if I see anything bad
happening. So I need to know what you're thinking, what
you're feeling. You have to be completely 100% honest
with me. And to be fair, I swear I'll be 100% open and
honest with you. Okay? Do you swear, Daddy?"
I nodded again. "I swear, Julie."
"So what are you feeling, Daddy?"
"Tired." The pills were definitely kicking in. I closed
my eyes and shifted on the sofa. I felt hands on my
ankles as Julie helped me swing my legs up. A pillow
propped up my wrist. Soft lips touched my forehead.
"Sleep well, Daddy. I'll never leave you alone. I'll
always take care of my Daddy hero." I felt her begin to
draw her hand away from my chest. Then I felt warm
breath on my ear. "Daddy? Can you still hear me?"
"Hmmm..." I was floating between worlds.
"When I hugged you earlier, was your... penis hard?"
"Mmmm, hard cock."
A pause. "What were you thinking about then, when I
hugged you?"
As I drifted off completely to sleep, I heard my voice
say "Fucking."
***
"How are you feeling, Daddy?"
"Better." I opened my eyes slowly. Julie seemed to be
standing exactly where she had been when I laid down. If
I didn't know better, I'd swear no time had passed.
"Good. You slept about six hours. I made you some soup.
You haven't eaten since you got home from the hospital.
Do you need to go to the bathroom before you eat?"
Yes, I did, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that
yet. "Um..."
Julie smiled indulgently. "Okay, that's a 'yes.' Come
on, Daddy."
She carefully helped me to my feet, and led me down the
hall to the bathroom. "Number 1 or number 2."
"Uh, one. I haven't eaten anything solid since the
accident."
"One it is." She lifted the toilet lid and seat, and
positioned me in front of the toilet. She took a deep
breath. "Are you ready?"
"Julie, you don't have to do this."
She grinned. "What are my options, cleaning up another
huge mess? No thanks. Okay, Daddy, here we go."
Her hands gripped the waistband of my gym shorts and
gently pulled them down. Thankfully, I had somehow
avoided getting hard during all of this; in fact, it was
drawn up a little as if it were cold - nerves, I guess.
Then my daughter hesitantly reached out her hand and
wrapped it around my cock. Her touch sent a shock
through my system; it was so surprising that I
involuntarily gasped.
"Daddy, are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
"No, sweetie. It's just... well, nobody's touched me
there since your mother died, apart from me. I guess I
just forgot how that felt."
"Daddy..."
"Yeah, I know, but I just haven't met anyone that I was
interested in that way, and that I thought would be a
good role model for you." I was babbling; I do that when
I'm nervous.
"Daddy, I just..."
"Want me to be happy? But Julie, I couldn't be happy
unless I knew you were too. To me, that's the most
important thing."
"Daddy, listen!" she yelled. I stopped and looked at
her. "Okay, don't get me wrong, your lack of a sex life
is absolutely thrilling, and we can talk about it later
if you want. But now, are you going to pee, or are you
going to stand here with your sweet, innocent daughter
holding your penis all day?"
I looked down to her hand guiltily. My cock was still
flaccid, but looked like it had filled a little and
wasn't as drawn up as it had been. I mumbled "sorry",
and concentrated on peeing. Which, of course, didn't
work. I tried squeezing my bladder, but that just made
the cock flex. Which made Julie draw her hand back like
it had been bit.
"Whoa, what happened? It... moved!"
"Sorry, I was trying to go. Sometimes guys sort of
freeze up when there are other people around. I'm not
exactly used to having my daughter hold my cock, you
know."
She grinned. "Some would say that's a good thing." She
reached for it again, then stopped. "Hey, is it, um,
bigger?"
"Uh, yeah. When it's cold, or I'm nervous, it can sort
of shrink. Eventually, it goes back to its normal size."
"Is it normal for it to kind of stick out like that?" I
looked and saw the I now had the beginnings of an
erection. As we watched, it grew a bit longer with a
small jerk. "Hey, I saw it that time. It's growing." She
reached out and touched it again, feeling it jerk and
grow harder. "That it so cool."
"Um, Julie, honey, I don't think I'm going to pee right
now. Why don't we go get that soup?"
She ignored me, staring at my cock. She released it, and
it stood on its own, now almost to its full 7" size.
"Wow..." She lightly ran her fingers along its length. I
closed my eyes and moaned in spite of myself.
"Daddy, did I..."
"No, baby, it's fine. Feels good."
Her fingers returned to my cock, lightly stroking it.
Then she slid one finger over the tip. "It's wet there,
Daddy. Is that pee?"
"No, Julie, it's not pee. It's..." I wanted to use a
technical term, something that didn't seem lewd. But I
couldn't come up with one. "It's pre-cum, sweetie. It's
something that men do before they cum."
"Are you going to cum, Daddy?" Surprise was in her
voice.
"Yes, Julie, if you keep doing that."
"Doing this, Daddy?" Excitement was starting to creep
into her voice. He fingers resumed running lightly up
and down my length.
"Yes, sweetie. Wrap your fingers around it. Now, start
to stroke up and down it. Oh, yes, that's good. That's
the way. Oh, yeah, I'm going to cum, sweetheart."
I opened my eyes and looked down. Julie was sitting on
the toilet in front of me, staring at my cock as she
jerked me off. It was pointed right at her chest, and I
could feel the pressure building in my balls.
"Julie," I said, intending to warn her. She looked up at
me and our eyes met; I was struck silent by the
unconditional love I saw in hers.
And then it happened. A rope of sticky white cum shot
out of my cock and hit my daughter's chest. She broke
eye contact with me and stared at my cock as another
rope joined the first. She adjusted the aim, as if
wanting to see more, and the third rope grazed her chin
and stuck in her hair. The next one hit her cheek, and
ran down to the corner of her mouth. At that point she
dropped my cock, letting the last few pulses dribble
out. As she looked back up to me, her tongue darted out
and licked a bit of cum off her cheek.
"Wow, Daddy, that was... Daddy? Daddy!"
The world was spinning. I didn't so much faint as
collapse. Fortunately Julie was quick; she jumped up and
grabbed me before I fell, preventing me from re-injuring
my arm or shoulder. Leaning heavily on her, we managed
to make it down the hall to my bedroom, where she helped
me lie down on my bed.
"Sorry, sweetie, just so weak..."
"You need something to eat. I'll be right back." She was
gone less than a minute, returning with a large mug.
"Here, this is some warm broth. The doctor said you
should be able to handle this for now." She sat on the
bed, put the straw in my mouth. "Now, drink."
It was exactly what I needed, and tasted better than the
finest single-malt scotch. As I drank, my daughter
watched me closely to make sure I was okay. I was
watching her, for much the same reason. What happened in
the bathroom was a mistake, and I didn't want it to
damage our relationship. We needed to put it behind us,
forget that it happened. And that was going to be
difficult, especially since my lovely daughter's tongue
kept darting out to lick my cum.
"More?" Without realizing, I had finished the mug. I
smiled and nodded weakly. Julie jumped up and ran from
the room, and was back in a minute with it full. It only
took another couple minutes for me to empty it.
"Good job, Daddy. I'll be right back, just want to clean
all this up."
The soup did wonders for me - the room had stopped
spinning, and I was resting more comfortably than I had
since coming home from the hospital. My shoulder was
aching something awful, but not bad enough to require
more meds. I was thinking clearly for the moment, which
meant that I was going over what just happened in the
bathroom. I felt extremely guilty about it - a father
just shouldn't have those kind of thoughts or engage in
that kind of activity with his daughter. At the same
time, I thought back to what she had said.
She was going to be taking care of me and my needs for
at least six weeks, which was when the cast on my left
wrist was scheduled to come off. My every need, as she
had outlined. And having a beautiful young woman in
contact with my genitals, well, erections are bound to
happen from time to time. Julie didn't seem traumatized
by the incident, and I should be able to control myself
for a while. I resolved to discuss the matter with Julie
when the time seemed right.
I had just gotten to this decision when Julie walked
back in the room, wearing her bra and panties and
carrying her pillow, a towel and some clothes. "Okay,
the kitchen and bathroom are cleaned up, and a load of
laundry is ready to go. I'm going to take a quick
shower, and then I've got some shopping to do. But
first, let's get you situated."
She placed the pillow on my naked lap, and then placed
the phone and remote for my bedroom TV on it. "Now, can
you reach those with your right hand okay?" After a
little adjusting, moving the pillow up onto my belly a
bit more, I was able to reach both devices. "Okay, good.
I'm going to use your bathroom; it's closer than the
other one. I'll leave the door open. Just holler if you
need anything."
My bathroom was pretty large; on one wall it had a
double sink with plenty of counter space and a counter-
to-ceiling mirror. The opposite wall had the toilet and
a Jacuzzi tub. And the entire far end was a large shower
with a clear glass surround. The wall opposite the
shower, next to the door, had a floor-to-ceiling mirror
on it. It was designed to feel open and spacious, and
had been one of my wife's favorite rooms in the house.
But today, I discovered something else about that
bathroom. From the bed, with the door open, the mirrors
provided a perfect view of the shower, sink and tub
areas. I watched as my daughter turned on the water for
the shower, then stripped off her bra and panties. From
my vantage point, I could see how her breasts barely
sagged without the support, sitting firm and proud on
her chest.
I saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair, just a small V
above her mound. I saw her smooth round ass, her gently
flared hips, and for all the guilt I was feeling at
secretly ogling my daughter, I could not tear my eyes
away from her exquisite beauty.
Then she looked in the mirror, right into my eyes. "You
okay out there, Daddy?" I nodded mutely, and she smiled.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything." It was her
gentle way to let me know that she knew I could see her,
and it was okay. Then she got in the shower and washed
herself, cleaning the remains of my spunk off her face
and hair, and I watched every moment of it. By the time
she was done and toweling off, I was quite hard again,
and thanked God for the pillow covering my lap. She
grinned at me in the mirror as she toweled her hair,
which caused her breasts to jiggle tantalizingly.
"Looks like you're feeling better, Daddy."
I smiled back. "Yes, the soup helped a lot. I guess I
was kind of pale."
"Yeah, your color is better, too." She hung up the
towel, picked up her clothes, and walked naked into the
bedroom. I started to object, but stopped myself - how
was this any different than watching her in the mirror?
She walked over to the bed, leaned over and kissed me on
the forehead; I drunk in her clean, fresh smell and the
view of her breasts right in front of my face. She
quickly pulled on a t-shirt, panties, shorts and
sandals.
"I'm going to run out to the store. I shouldn't be gone
long. You've got the TV remote and the phone - call my
cell if you need me. Do you need anything before I go? A
pain pill? Anything?"
Yes, I thought, another hand job. But I said "No, I
think I'm okay. I'm aching some, but it's manageable.
I'll probably need something when you get back."
"Okay, Daddy." She leaned over and kissed me again, this
time on the mouth - a standard, chaste father-daughter
kiss. "Oh, and thank you for the compliment."
She was out of the room before I could ask what she
meant. Then I looked to get the TV remote, and saw the
head of my still-erect penis sticking up over the side
of the pillow.
***
"Daddy, I'm home!"
It was about an hour later. In that time I had thought
about what was happening, how my relationship with my
daughter was changing. I knew I was starting to view my
daughter in a sexual light, and I didn't want to go any
further. At the same time, I was confused by her
apparent lack of concern over the situation. I knew I
was currently unable to take care of myself, and would
be for several weeks to come. A certain amount of
intimate contact would be unavoidable. What I needed to
do, I decided, was establish some ground rules.
Julie came into the room with several large bags. "Okay,
I got some more soup, crackers, bread, applesauce; all
the stuff on the doctor's list for the first few days.
And I got you some other stuff."
"Julie, before you start on that, we need to talk about,
um, what happened. Earlier. In the bathroom."
"Oh." Julie put down the bags and sat on the edge of the
bed. "Listen, Daddy, I've been thinking about that. And
I know that's not the sort of thing that usually goes on
between a father and daughter. But, it's okay. Like I
said, I'm going to have to help you with everything. And
sometimes, everything may mean, well..."
"Julie, sweetheart, thank you for understanding, but
it's still wrong. A father shouldn't react like that, be
turned on by his own daughter. I need to..."
"You were turned on by me? Really?" She looked at me
with wide, beseeching eyes.
I smiled in spite of myself. "A man would have to be
dead not to be turned on by you. You've grown into a
beautiful, sexy young woman. Yes, you definitely turn me
on." I spoke a little more emphatically that I intended.
A grin split her face for a moment. "Thank you, Daddy. A
girl likes to hear things like that." She blushed, and
then continued. "But look, we're not really in a normal
father-daughter relationship right now. Daughters don't
normally see their fathers naked, and fathers don't
normally, well, get hard around their daughters. Okay,
fine.
"So how about this: when we're just talking, or eating,
or watching TV and stuff, you're still my Daddy. But
when you need help, you're my patient, and I'm your
caregiver. And when I'm taking care of you, things like
that are going to happen, natural things, human things.
And as your caregiver," she said, looking me in the
eyes, "I will take care of that, too. Okay?"
I try to blame the pain meds, but I wasn't on any at the
moment. I try to blame the pain, but it wasn't too bad
just then. I try to blame the concussion, or hunger, or
any of a hundred other things. But the fact is, at that
moment, that was exactly the answer I wanted to hear. I
knew it was wrong. I knew it was a fiction. I knew it
would lead to places I, we, shouldn't go. But I wanted
it just the same, with every fiber of my being.
So I smiled and said "Okay. You're the doctor. I am in
your hands."
That got me a squeal, a gentle but enthusiastic hug, and
another kiss. Then Julie hopped off the bed, which
caused me to wince in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I mean, 'patient'. Here, let me
get you a pill, then I'll get things set up and let you
rest."
After giving me a pain pill, she helped me to the
bathroom where I emptied my bladder. I avoided the
holding-the-penis issue by sitting down; no mess apart
from some dripping when I stood. After I was laying on
the bed again, she began setting up her purchases. The
first two were utilitarian: a breakfast-in-bed tray to
replace her pillow, and an insulated smoothie cup with a
lid and long straw that I could drink from without too
much trouble. Next, she pulled out a small silver bell.
"This is to call me if you need me, so you don't have to
yell. But," she said with a stern face, "only when you
legitimately NEED me. Abuse will be severely punished."
She tried to look stern, but a grin was trying to take
over her face.
"Hey, who's the parent here?" I joked. "So what kind of
punishment are we talking? I'm already grounded."
She grinned, then raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, well you'll
just have to find that out the hard way. Okay, last
item"
She reached into a bag from a local men's store, and
pulled out a blue silk handkerchief, the kind worn in
suit pockets. "I thought about a washcloth or towel, but
I figured my Daddy, I mean 'patient', needs to be
pampered."
I wasn't getting it. "What's that for?"
"Your modesty, Daddy. I know you're kind of
uncomfortable being naked all the time." Actually, I had
grown used to it, but I didn't interrupt. "But it's
easier if you don't have pants on right now. So I
figured we could cover you up with this when you're
lying down. And it's silk, so it should feel good."
She draped the handkerchief over my groin, and then
tucked it in slightly around my cock and balls. She was
right, it did feel good, as evidenced by the swelling
that began almost instantly.
"Nice to see you approve," she grinned, her hand resting
on the flimsy material over my cock. Desperately, I
tried to change the subject. There were still a couple
bags on the floor.
"What's in that bag, from the movie rental place?"
"Oh, um, just some movies," she said, turning and
removing her hand. "I meant to leave those in the living
room. I thought you might want to watch one later. But
you look kind of sleepy now. Why don't you just rest a
bit? I'll check in on you later." And with that, she
gathered up the bags and left the room.
Gingerly, I picked up the bell and gave it a shake. I
heard the bags drop in the hall, and she was back in the
room.
"Yes? What is it, Daddy?" She looked at me lying on the
bed, in no obvious distress. A stern look once again
filled her face. "This wasn't a test, was it? That would
constitute abuse..."
"No, no, this is legitimate. You forgot to kiss me when
you left."
She appeared to mull it over. "Yes, I suppose a kiss is
a legitimate use of the bell. You escape punishment this
time. And since it was a clear dereliction of duty on my
part, you get a special kiss." She leaned over and
kissed me on the lips, harder and longer than normal.
After an initial shock, I started to respond, but she
broke it off as my mouth began to open. "Now you rest,
Daddy."
She left the room, taking one last look at the blue silk
tent in my lap.
***
"Yes, Daddy?" Julie looked flushed and was breathing
kind of hard. When I woke up, I thought I heard the TV
in the living room; she must have run down the hall when
I rang the bell.
"Um, sweetie, I need to go to the bathroom again. And
then can I have some crackers or something?"
"Oh, yeah, of course!" She moved the tray and
handkerchief, helped me to my feet, and guided me to the
bathroom. Before I could move to sit down, however, she
raised the seat and positioned me standing in front of
the toilet. Then she took my cock in her hand and aimed
it at the bowl.
I concentrated at the task at hand, and was surprised
that a good stream issued forth after just a few
seconds. I looked at Julie; she was watching me pee
intently, and seemed slightly disappointed that it was
working. Soon, it was just a dribble, then drops.
"You have to shake it a little." They were the first
words I had spoken since we came into the bathroom.
Julie shook, and then stroked it a few times. It started
to swell a little; at that she smiled and let it go. She
grinned up at me.
"Just wanted to make sure he still liked me," she said.
I barely registered her words. Her hand on my cock had
been different this time. Earlier this morning (was it
still just today?), I had to talk her through the
motions. This time, she almost seemed practiced, even
skilled.
She helped me get settled back on the bed, and left to
make dinner. She was back shortly with soup and crackers
for two. The tray served as our table; she sat between
my legs, facing me. She kept stealing glances down at my
"modesty", which just happened to be right next to her
napkin. I managed to keep from getting another full
erection only through sheer will power; even semi-erect,
I could feel pre-cum leaking out the tip.
"All done, Daddy?" she asked. I smiled and nodded.
Despite the sexual tension I was feeling, it had been a
thoroughly enjoyable dinner, with Julie alternating
between feeding me and herself. We even tried allowing
me to feed myself; the resulting mess caused us to agree
that I wasn't ready for that yet.
Julie was smiling at me as she reached down to get her
napkin. As you can probably guess, she grabbed the
handkerchief instead. In the middle was a dark spot,
where by pre-cum had been leaking. And of course, that
was what she used to wipe her mouth.
"Mmmm, that was good," she said. Then she noticed what
she had in her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, Daddy, I made a
mess of it. I'll go wash it." She dropped it on the tray
and took it away. She was back a few minutes later. "I
hand washed it, but it will take awhile to dry." She
stifled a yawn. "So, what do you want to do now, Daddy?"
I looked at the clock - 11:30 PM. "Oh, Julie, I'm sorry,
I didn't know how late it was. You need your rest too.
Let's just call it a night, okay?"
"Okay." She got up and left the room; I heard her
locking doors and turning out lights. A minute later she
came back in the room. She walked to the other side of
the bed, and started undressing.
"Julie, what are you doing?"
She paused as she was pulling off her panties. "Daddy,
you don't think I'm going to sleep any further away from
you than absolutely necessary, do you? What if you need
me during the night? No, I'm sleeping next to my
patient." She finished striping, turned off the lights,
and crawled naked into bed next to me. She snuggled up
under my left arm, pressing her body against me, my cast
on her back, her hand on my stomach.
"Good night, Daddy. I love you," she murmured, and was
asleep.
A frustrating hour later, so was I.
***
"Mmmmmm..." I was having the most wonderful dream: a
beautiful woman was giving me an incredible hand job.
Her hand moved slowly, rhythmically up and down my
shaft. I could feel her hot breath; every so often her
tongue would flick out and lick the head. It felt so
good, so real...
"Mmmmm Daddy..." My daughter's voice invaded my dream. I
awoke to see my daughter's tongue flick over the head of
my cock as she stroked the shaft. My eyes grew wide.
"Julie..." She looked up at me.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering when you'd
wake up. I wanted you to be awake for this." Then she
turned her head and slid my cock into her mouth. Her
lips closed around it, and she began to suck me off,
sliding her head up and down.
"Oh, Julie, this isn't..." The words stopped as my mind
was awash with sensations. I could already feel the cum
boiling in my balls. "Oh my God, Julie, I'm going to
cum!"
In one smooth move, she slid my cock out of her mouth
and started stroking it as she aimed it for her chest.
My seed erupted from my cock and landed on her chest,
coating her erect nipples, running down between her firm
breasts. She kept stroking me as my orgasm subsided,
catching the last few drops in her hand.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she moved her hands to her
breasts, running her fingers through my cum. She drew
little circles around her nipples, trailing jism behind
her fingers. As she stood, she caught the cum running
down towards her belly with her hand, scooped it up, and
brought her hand to her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she said again as she licked her hand
tentatively. "That tastes kinda good. I won't have to
make such a mess next time." She slurped the cum into
her mouth, wiped some more off her body, and licked her
hand clean. As she did this, she looked at me playfully.
Then she leaned over me, and kissed me as she had the
night before, but this time open-mouthed. I felt her
tongue touch mine, and tasted my cum in her mouth.
"I'll go make your breakfast now, Daddy," she whispered.
"I just had mine."
***
"Julie, wait." She was feeding me oatmeal for breakfast.
I had been trying to talk to her since she came back to
the bedroom, but she had dodged my questions by keeping
the spoonfuls coming.
She put down the spoon. "Okay, before you say anything,
I was just doing my job. It was so hard when I woke up
this morning, and I wanted to take care of that for you.
But I wanted you to enjoy it, and I figured you needed
to be awake for that, so I waited. And I didn't want to
make a big mess on you, because that would be harder to
clean up, so I figured you could make your mess on me.
Then I can just take a shower."
Maybe it was some effect of the pain pill she gave me
with breakfast. Or maybe it was because she was sitting
opposite me again, between my legs, nude, with my dried
cum on her chest. She was sitting cross-legged this
time; I could see her pink slit winking at me as she
moved. All of this seemed to conspire against me; her
explanation sounded perfectly reasonable.
"Okay," I said, "but what about... with your... You gave
me a blow job, sweetheart."
She looked worried. "Was it okay?"
"It was fantastic," I said, the words slipping out
before I could think. "That's not the point. How...
where did you learn to do that? Have you been seeing
some boy I don't know about?"
"Oh my God, Daddy, no! I swear, I've never done that
before... I, well, kinda lied yesterday. When I went to
the movie store, it wasn't to get movies for us to watch
together. I got some from the adult section. And I kinda
studied a couple yesterday afternoon and practiced a
little bit. I mean, I wanted to make you feel good, to
take care of you. And I figured you'd get tired of my
hand. And then I was so excited by what I saw in the
movies, I couldn't wait to try it. And when I woke up
this morning and saw your beautiful cock, I couldn't
wait to suck you off."
My brain was pretty scrambled this early in the morning.
The only thing I could think to say was "Adult movies?
But you're only 16."
"Daddy, I'm a pretty girl. They're not going to check my
ID. They're more concerned with boys my age."
My brain must have really been scrambled; again, this
sounded perfectly reasonable. "Okay, but how did you
practice?"
"Oh! I got some bananas at the store yesterday. Um, I
have to get some more now, though. The ones from
yesterday are kinda mushed."
An image of my daughter came to mind: her naked in the
living room, porn on the TV, a banana sliding in and out
her mouth. All to please me. A smile crept across my
face.
"Come here," I said gently. She moved the tray to the
floor, and lay on top of me, our faces inches from each
other. I couldn't move my right arm enough to keep it
from being trapped between us; it ended up between her
breasts. I clumsily put my left arm around her. She had
her knees outside my waist; my still-satisfied cock
could feel something warm and inviting above it.
"Thank you," I said, and I kissed her deeply. Our mouths
opened, I felt her tongue tentatively explore my mouth.
I let her take the lead, not wanting to rush her. She
broke the kiss after a minute, far sooner than I wanted.
"Um, Daddy?" She sat up, which had the effect of pushing
her pussy against my cock. I felt it start to respond.
"I hate to break the mood, but you really stink." The
inflation of my cock stopped instantly. "I'm going to
take a shower, and then I'm going to give you a bath."
She slid off my lap and walked into the bathroom.
Leaving the door open, she started the water; as she
waited for it to warm up, she blew kisses to me in the
mirror, shaking her breasts.
"Hey, Daddy? What words do you like to use? Breasts?
Boobs? Tits? And how about pussy? Or do you like cunt
better?"
"Um, I guess I like the words pussy and tits."
"I like cock. Well, I mean the word. Oh my God, that
made me sound so slutty!" We both laughed.
"Daddy? Do you like my tits?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I do. You have perfect tits."
Beaming, she stepped into the shower. She rinsed down,
and then soaped up, running the bar over her perfect
tits. She kept looking in the mirror, making sure I was
watching; one time as she ran her hands over her sudsy
nipples, she blew me a kiss. I blew one back. She faced
me in the mirror, her hands slowly working their way
down over her belly. They met at her pussy, and slowly
started to scrub.
She opened her legs a bit wider, the scrubbing motion
becoming a circular one. She leaned against the back
wall of the shower and spread her legs wider. One hand
held her pussy lips open, the other worked on her clit.
Her breathing grew heavier; her eyes never left mine.
Then they got very wide, and then closed as she moaned;
she slid two fingers up into her pussy and her hips
began bucking, an orgasm washing over her.
Two emotions fought in my mind as I watched my little
girl cum: wanton lust, and fear that she would slip and
injure herself. Somehow she kept her feet under her as
the orgasm slowed. She took a moment to catch her
breath, opened her eyes and grinned at me, then rinsed
herself off. She opened the shower door, picked up a
bowl and filled it with warm water. Then she turned off
the shower, picked up a bottle and washcloth, and came
out of the bathroom still dripping, the cool air making
her wet nipples hard and crinkly. She put the items on
the side table, and kissed me deeply.
"Thank you, Daddy. It's never been like that before.
Knowing you were watching just made it so intense." Then
she looked down my body, bent again, and kissed my
engorged cock on the tip. "Your turn will come later,"
she said to it.
Then she had me stand, and began to bathe me, wetting me
with the washcloth, applying some of the body wash, and
working it to a lather. She went a couple times to get
fresh water, and brought a towel for me to stand on as
she rinsed me off. Kneeling in front of me as she
cleaned my legs, her head was even with my hard cock.
Again, she kissed the tip and said, "Your turn comes
later."
I groaned in frustration, which got a smile from my
daughter. In the corner of my mind, a voice wondered at
how far I had come; yesterday, I was concerned about my
daughter even seeing my cock; now I was anxious for her
to suck it.
A few minutes later, the bath was done, and Julie had
toweled me dry. "Okay, Daddy, lie down on the bed." She
didn't have to ask twice; I was back on the bed, legs
spread, in an instant. She chuckled at how quickly I
complied.
"I saw this in one of the movies," she said. She went to
the foot of the bed and began crawling up it, catlike,
her eyes locked with mine. She crawled up until she was
even with my cock, then she stuck her tongue out and
gave one long lick from balls to tip, Then she smoothly
sucked it into her eager mouth, her eyes still locked
with mine.
Whoever made that movie, I wanted to give them a million
dollars. I had come often and recently enough that I
didn't feel the urge to shoot early; instead, I could
lie back and enjoy my daughter's ministrations. She
applied the perfect amount of suction, stopping every
once in a while to swirl her tongue over the tip or
along the bottom and sides. Finally she let my cock slip
from her mouth as she began to kiss her way up my body.
I assumed that she needed to take a break, and that was
fine with me.
But I was wrong. As her mouth reached my nipples, her
breasts enveloped my cock. She reached down and held
them together; bracing her weight on my hips, her saliva
providing enough lubrication for my cock to slide
smoothly between her tits. The sight of my cockhead
appearing between her beautiful mounds was almost enough
to send me over the edge, but I managed to hold on.
After a minute or so, she continued her climb up my
body. Our lips and tongues met and danced in a kiss that
was definitely not between father and daughter, but
between lovers. She continued to move up, bringing her
breasts to my mouth, and I sucked and nibbled her
nipples, licking her flesh as I moved from one tit to
the other. Then she lowered herself down and kissed me
again, even deeper than before. I felt her hand snaked
down between us and grab my cock, stroking it slowly.
Then moist warmth touched its tip, and slowly engulfed
it with exquisite tightness.
Julie broke our kiss. "Oh, God, you feel so good,
Daddy."
She sat up, and I looked down to where my cock was
disappearing into my daughter. Something, some last
semblance of decency, cried out to be heard. "Julie..."
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you're my first," she said as
the final inch of my cock slid into her.
"Your first?" Confusion and concern overcame decency; I
hadn't felt any sort of resistance. Had I hurt my little
girl somehow? "Julie, you're a virgin?"
She gently rocked her hips. "I guess so, yeah. I mean, I
broke my cherry a couple years ago with my fingers. But
apart from them, and a couple bananas yesterday, " she
giggled, "that's it. You're the only man that's ever
been there."
She leaned forward and kissed me again, which caused me
to slide part way out of her. My hips moved to
complement the action, drawing me nearly out. The voice
cried for me to continue, pull all the way out, stop
this insanity before it was too late. I ignored it, my
hips rotated forward, pushing my cock back into her.
Into my daughter. Into my daughter's sweet, wet, tight
pussy. I'm fucking my daughter, I thought, and I never
want to stop. And the voice was silent.
Julie sat back up, eyes closed, savoring the sensation
as I slid back into her. She raised herself up and slid
back down, slowly at first, then a little faster. I
tried to keep my hips in sync with her, but it was hard
to do without hold on to her hips. I opted instead for
enjoying the show, the sight of her tits bouncing, of my
cock disappearing and reappearing, and the sound of our
bodies slapping together and of our labored breathing.
"Oh, God, Daddy, your cock feels so good. I love how you
feel inside of me. I've wanted this for so long."
"Oh, Julie, you're incredible. I love you so much, baby
girl."
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I love you too. Oh, fuck me, Daddy.
Please, fuck me!"
That sent me over the edge. "Oh, Julie, I'm going to
cum!" Quickly, she pulled herself off my cock, moved
down and sucked me into her mouth. I cried out and
pumped my daughter's mouth full of incestuous seed. I
saw her swallow as she tried gamely to keep up with the
flood, but some leaked out around the edges of her lips.
She held me in her mouth a few seconds after the orgasm
stopped. Then she gently let me go, licking the tip and
shaft clean of her juices, sucking up the cum that had
reached my pubic hair. She held her tongue out with the
last little bit on it, crawled back up and kissed me
again. I could taste our mingled juices in her mouth.
"Daddy," she said as she laid next to me, her hand
resting once again on my completely satisfied cock, "can
I borrow your credit card?"
"Sure, Julie, what do you need?"
"Birth control pills." She looked up at me. "You cum so
much, I'm afraid I'll get fat if I swallow it all the
time."
***
Looking back, it would be easy to find places to set the
blame: developing sexuality, forced intimacy, drug side-
effects. The fact is, all of those may have played a
part, but deep down, it was something we both wanted. At
least, I know I wanted it. And Julie has told me
repeatedly that she did too.
To the outside world, we remain a loving father and
devoted daughter in a close and caring relationship.
Behind closed doors, we are all that, plus lovers.
My boss gave me the whole summer off, and when I came
back to work I was given a promotion out of the shop as
a estimator. I never did fully recover my mobility on my
right shoulder, so it worked out well for everyone.
We spent much of that summer rutting like animals,
experimenting, finding new ways to please each other. In
between our fuck sessions, we made plans to continue our
relationship into the future.
For my 37th birthday, my beautiful daughter gave me her
truly virgin ass. It was, well, not our favorite. I
would take her sweet, tight pussy any day. And, for the
past three years, I have.
When she graduated high school, she was accepted into a
dozen top flight colleges, but she opted to go to the
local university. Living at home, she tells her friends,
will save a bundle. And she likes to "take care of
Daddy."
Of course, I may need to take care of her soon. She just
let me know what she wants for her 20th birthday. I
suppose the pregnancy will be a bit of a scandal,
especially since she never dates and doesn't have a
steady boyfriend; she's already talking a bit about a
guy from out of state that she "met online." But somehow
I just know we'll get through it. I imagine people will
be impressed at how I'll stand by my daughter through
her trying times, how I'll help her raise the child as
if it were my own.
If they only knew...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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