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 Title: Homecoming


Summary: A father and daughter cope after she sustains injuries.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   My life turned upside down a few days after my daughter turned 18.  I'll
never forget that day.  It was a Saturday afternoon and I was laying on the
bed reading my tablet.  Zoe came in and sat down on the bed beside me.  She
wore an oversized t-shirt and cotton pajama pants.  It was her normal
morning/weekend ware.

   Her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her equally dark
brown eyes looked into mine.  Her slight frame hid her ferocious
personality.  Even at 5'2" I've watched her stare down bullies twice her
size.  On more than one occasion she had to defend one of her older
brothers from their tormentors.  While this caused them some embarrassment,
in the end they were grateful for not getting their asses kicked.

   "Dad?  You got a minute?"

   "Sure honey." I set the tablet down.  "What's up?"

   "There's something I need to talk to you about." she said nervously. 
Her hands were in her lap, clutching at the thin fabric of her pajama
pants. She wasn't usually this nervous or anxious unless it was something
major.

   "Okay.  I'm listening."

   "Okay." she took a deep breath.  "Just, please, let me get through this
without interrupting me, okay?"

   I nodded.

   "See, here's the thing.  There's something I've been thinking about for
a long time now.  I've tried putting it out of my mind, but it just keeps
coming back stronger.  I've tried to fight it, telling myself that I
shouldn't be feeling this way, but I just can't any resist it any more. 
And I know you'll probably freak out when I tell you, but if you think
about it you probably already know; I've tried dropping hints for a while
now.  Maybe you do, maybe not, I don't know.  Thing is, if I don't say
something now I'm gonna explode or regret it for the rest of my life.  Just
promise me that you won't get mad or hate me or anything like that?"

   "I promise." I said, my concern now at an extreme level.

   "See, dad, the thing is..." she paused, then said the five words that
I'll never forget her saying.

   "I'm joining the marines, dad."

   I just sat there for a minute, absorbing what she just said.  My little
girl, my youngest, was going into the military.  I guess I shouldn't have
been all that surprised.  Looking back I could suddenly see all the hints
she spoke of.  Loving marine movies, saying "Hoo rah" when she was excited,
and a hundred other little things that now fit into place.

   Zoe was our third child.  Adam and Michael were her two older brothers,
and growing up she was just one of the boys.  She was the stereotypical
tomboy and she had to toughen up in order to play with two older boys. 
Even when she moved into high school and cliques formed, she stayed her
usual tough self, not falling into the social traps many teenage girls do.
Still, when it was just the two of us, her sweeter side would come out and
she'd be my little girl again.

   Yet now she was going into the military, doubling down on the tougher
side, and I was scared out of my mind.

   "Dad?" she said, breaking me out of my thoughts

   "Yeah.  Just processing."

   "Are you upset with me?"

   "Upset?  Never!  Terrified shitless?  Hell yes!  Are you sure about
this, baby?"

   "More sure than anything else I've ever done or wanted to do." She said,
almost as if she had rehearsed it.

   "If this is about tuition-"

   "It's not, dad." she interrupted.  "It's about doing what I...  need to
do."

   Adam had recently graduated with an accounting degree.  Michael was
still in college working towards the bar exam.  In hindsight, their career
paths were identifiable years before college.  Zoe's path, however, was
never clear.  We were always curious what she was going to do, though I
admit this was the last thing on my list.

   "You know mom will freak out." I said

   "That's why I was hoping you'd be there when I told her?" she looked
hopefully at me.

   "Of course." I said, even though being around Kathy when we told her was
the last thing I wanted.  Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children.

   Later that evening, the three of us sat around the kitchen table as Zoe
went through her spiel one more time.  Kathy was stunned, as expected. 
Then she blew up, also as expected.  She bargained, pleaded, threatened,
but in the end Zoe stood her ground and countered every argument.  I was
proud of her for that.  Maybe this really is what she truly wants.

   When we went to bed that night, Kathy directed her anger over Zoe
towards me.  Again, as expected.

   "You're okay with this?!" She growled at me

   "Not really.  I'm terrified for her."

   "Then why are you just sitting there letting her throw her life away?"

   "Woah, hold on a second.  She's not throwing her life away." I paused,
considering my next words carefully.  "She's just taking a different road
than we expected.  Or wanted really, but that doesn't mean she's throwing
anything away."

   "So you're not going to talk her out of it?"

   "When have we, EITHER of us, EVER been able to talk her out of anything
she's wanted to do when her mind is set?" I asked, waving my arms for
emphasis.

   "She gets that from you, you know?" she said, shaking her head

   "Yep." I nodded

   "I cannot believe this." Kathy sighed as she fell back onto the pillows

   "Could be worse." I said as I turned off the lights.

   "How?"

   "Well, she could be going into porn."

   Kathy just made a disgusted sound, rolled over and went to bed.  As
expected.

   ****

   A month later Zoe and I were in the car headed to the airport.  She
stared out of the window at the passing trees.  The airport was a little
over an hour away, and the small talk had dwindled after first few miles.
After a few minutes of silence, I reached over and took her hand in mine,
enjoying her soft touch for a moment.  Zoe looked over at me expectantly,
then just smiled and squeezed my hand.  It was a gesture that spoke
volumes.

   When we arrived at the airport, I walked her into the terminal instead
of just dropping her off at the curb.  She had one carry-on bag with a few
of her clothes and other essentials, so we were able to skip that part of
the check in.  We paused briefly at the security gate, giving us one last
moment.

   "You be careful baby, you hear me?"

   "I will dad.  I promise."

   I wrapped her in my arms, holding back tears as I gave her one last hug.

   "I love you, baby girl." I whispered

   "I love you too, daddy." she whispered back.  She only called me daddy
when no one else was around to hear her, letting me know she was still my
little girl.

   After a minute I knew she had to go, and I reluctantly released her.

   "Give 'em hell." I said, grinning at her

   "Hoo rah." she said, smiling back at me though glistening eyes.

   She picked up her bag and went through the security point.  I stood
there and watched until I could no longer see her, then waited a few
minutes longer just in case she completely changed her mind.

   She didn't, of course.

   The drive home was long and painful, each moment made worse knowing that
Kathy had refused to join us.  She said she didn't want to see Zoe make
this big of a mistake, especially when it was expressly against her wishes.
She hugged Zoe goodbye at the house, but didn't get in the car to join us.
I tried to call Kathy when I was driving home, but it went straight to
voicemail.

   When I finally pulled into the garage, Kathy's car was gone.  When I
went into the bedroom, I realized what was going on.

   All of the drawers in Kathy's dresser were open and empty.  Likewise,
her side of the closet was devoid of clothes.  A simple note on the bed had
my name scrawled on the back.

   "Dear Will,

   I need some time to myself.  I've gone to stay with my sister for a
while.  I'll call you when I get there.

   Kathy"

   I knew what this meant.  She wrote it as if to give me some hope she
would return, but I knew the truth.  We'd talk tonight, maybe tomorrow,
then in a week she'd realize she was happier there.  Then she'd admit to
herself that she wouldn't be coming home.  Then the final step: divorce.

   My sons had long ago moved out.  I had just dropped my daughter off at
the airport.  Now my wife has left.  I sat on the bed buried my face in my
hands, and for the first time in a long time, I cried.

   ****

   Zoe was furious when she heard the news.  I couldn't tell if she was mad
because Kathy waited until now to leave, or if it was because she used
Zoe's departure to hide her own.  While she and Kathy never truly got
along, Zoe was also upset that she couldn't be there to comfort and console
me.  I would have loved her being here, but her being here would mean she'd
be going AWOL from there.  I wanted Zoe to live her dream, regardless of
what her mother or I did.

   Adam and Mike offered the usual words of sympathy and support.  They had
figured out long before I did that we were only together "for the kids",
but everyone was surprised at how quickly it happened.  Both offered to
come over if I needed them to, but I politely declined.  There was nothing
they could do other than offer support, and as far as I was concerned they
could do that as well over the phone as here.

   I figured I had two options: I could either wallow in self-pity or do
something production.  So, I dove head first into work to keep me occupied.
I'm an architect by trade, specializing primarily in designing custom homes
and landscapes.  I had been semi-retired for the past couple of years; I
worked mostly only when I wanted to.  Now, I really wanted to work...  A
lot.  I bid on contracts that before I wouldn't have even looked at twice.
I was able to bid low since I wanted the work more than the money.  It felt
good to immerse myself in the job again, even if it was only to take my
mind off of my personal life for a bit.

   As I anticipated, divorce papers came a few weeks later.  I had already
contacted a friend in the legal profession who had counselled me on what to
do.  I called him and the negotiations began.  For the past several years
Kathy had been the primary bread-winner, so she didn't push for any alimony
and since I was working again I didn't want anything anyway.  The only
thing I really cared about was the house.  It was one of my first designs,
and I had spent months obsessing over the plans back then.  I knew every
support, nail, wire, and pipe in this place.  I agreed to pay Kathy half of
the market value, which she readily agreed to.  The lawyers handled the
back and forth and by the time Zoe was ready to graduate from basic
training our divorce was finalized.

   I flew out Tuesday morning, picked up my rental car, and drove to Paris
Island.  The next few days were a whirlwind of tours and flood of
information.  I was beyond proud of my daughter's accomplishments.  I
barely recognized her when she ran up to meet me.  Even in fatigues I could
tell she had put on muscle.  When she hugged me, I could feel her toned
body against mine.  Her new fit body was a stark contrast to my
body-by-pizza self, and a harsh reminder that I needed to hit the gym. 
Still, feeling her back in my arms made everything right again.

   Adam was also able to attend Zoe's graduation, but Kathy and Michael
were both tied up with their work.  That Kathy never approved of Zoe
joining was probably also a factor.  After the graduation, the three of us
spent a week in Savannah Georgia before she had to return.  We said our
goodbyes and returned to our homes.

   I'm not sure what her MOS was to be honest.  I know it involved
intelligence gathering and analytics.  At least it was a safe position,
right?

   A little over a year later I'd find out how completely wrong I was.

   ****

   Of all the moments burned into my memories, having two uniformed Marines
walk up my driveway is the most chilling.

   I was getting ready to leave to inspect a construction site when I saw
them.  I was halfway out of the door, blueprints bundled in my arms when I
realized who they were.  I vaguely remember everything in my arms spilling
to the ground as my increasing heartbeat filled my ears and breakfast
suddenly soured in my stomach.  In retrospect, I realize I was a bad move
cliche right then.

   "Mr.  Jones?  We need to inform you that your daughter is alive, but has
been injured in the line of duty."

   Alive?  I didn't hear much after that.  I remember one of the Marines
holding me up as my knees started to buckle.

   "What happened?" I managed to choke out

   "We're not at liberty to discuss the details, sir, though to be honest
there's still a lot we don't know.  What we can tell you is that she is on
her way to Walter Reed and should be arriving shortly."

   "I...  I have to...  have to get there." I stammered, various airlines
running through my head.

   "Sir?" one of the Marines spoke up, "I've taken the liberty of
contacting Luke's Wings.  They help with transportation of wounded service
members and their families.  There's a Civil Air Patrol KC-135 leaving for
DC in a few hours.  They were able to work out a jump seat for you."

   I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself into father-mode.  Do what
needs to be done, take care of what needs to be taken care of, deal with
emotions and worry when the dust settles.

   "Sir?" he asked me.

   "Can you wait five minutes while I get a few things?"

   "Of course, sir."

   I ran back inside, grabbed a travel bag, threw a couple of changes of
clothes in as well as a few toiletries, and locked the house as we left. 
Anything I missed I could buy up there.  I made a couple of calls on the
way to the airport to have some friends check on the house and make sure I
didn't forget something that would cause it to burn down.  The drive seemed
to take forever, but there was nothing that could be done about it.  I just
sat there and, despite my best efforts, became consumed by worry.

   "Thank you, by the way." I said to the Marine who spoke to me at the
house earlier

   "Of course, sir." He nodded, then looked back at me, "I have a
daughter." He offered as way of explanation.

   I just nodded, two dads understanding the unbreakable bonds that form.
As we drove, I stared at my phone, and for the hundredth time contemplated
calling Kathy.  She needs to know, but what could I tell her at the moment
other than 'I have no real information yet.'?  Finally, mainly out of
nothing else to do, I decided to call.

   "Will?" she said, surprised to hear from me

   "Hey.  Where are you?"

   "At work, where else would I be?"

   "Okay, listen, I don't know all the details yet, but Zoe's been hurt."

   "What!?"

   "I'm headed to the airport now.  They don't know everything yet."

   "What happened?!"

   "I told you, I don't know.  She's at Walter Reed or will be soon.  I'm
on my way to meet her."

   "So she's alive?"

   "Yeah." I answered, not knowing for certain myself if that was still
true.

   "I knew something like this would happen." she said, almost smugly.

   "Well, powers of prognostication aside, I'll let you know the minute I
find out anything."

   "You'd better." she said, hanging up.

   Well, that went about as I expected.

   ****

   The KC-135 landed at Andrews Air Force Base with a heavy thud and jolted
me awake.  I was chilled to the bone and the earplugs were starting to
hurt. All the anxiety must've worn me out more than I had expected for me
to doze off on this flying chest freezer.

   There was a Marine representative waiting for me when I exited.  She was
dressed in her fatigues and took me to a waiting car.  Traffic meant it
took us 45 minutes to get there, but eventually we made it to Walter Reed.

   As fast as I could, I made my way to the surgical ward.  Unfortunately,
the nurses there could only tell me that she was in surgery and the doctors
would be out to speak with me as soon as possible.  It was an agonizing six
hours before one of them finally came out to meet me.  I don't remember
half of the medical jargon he used, but it boiled down to the fact that Zoe
was alive, but extremely injured.

   He was able to give me more information about what happened, though I
still didn't get all of the details.  She was in a convoy when they hit
some IEDs.  One of the blasts went off directly underneath her side of the
vehicle.  He had me sit down as he delivered the hard news.

   he wasn't sure how much of either could be saved.  While they were
amazed that was there wasn't more internal The blast had severely damaged
her right arm and leg, and damage, there appeared to be some minor damage
to her spine.  She was still in surgery; the 2nd shift of surgeons had
taken over.

   The doctor, went into some more detail, but I didn't hear much of that.
I just sat there and tried not to throw up.  After the doctor left, I ran
to the bathroom.

   The call to Zoe's mom went about as well as anyone could expect.  I was
yelled at for not calling again sooner, and my explanations that I didn't
have any new information were not acceptable.  I managed to give her a
brief synopsis of what the doctor told me, which spurred her to get on a
plane.  The calls to her brothers were easier with much less yelling.

   I wandered the halls of the hospital, trying to think but completely
unable to.  Eventually, I found myself in the chapel, though I have no
recollection of seeking it out.  I sat in a pew, stared at the
non-denominational stained glass, and felt the tears flow.  It was the 2nd
time in recent memory I had cried.

   ****

   After the final round of surgery, the doctors broke it down for me.  It
was not pretty.  Her right leg had to be completely amputated at the hip
joint.  Her right arm was removed from the below the elbow.  There were a
few minor scars on her face that a little plastic surgery could repair. 
The final blow was her spine.  Until she woke up they wouldn't know how
extensive the damage was.  Assuming she wasn't paralyzed, the road to
recovery was going to be long and difficult.

   When I was finally able to see Zoe, they had moved her into a private
room.  I almost fell to my knees when I saw her.  She looked so small and
frail on the bed.  She was covered in bandages, and what little skin was
exposed was bruised or burned.  I pulled a chair beside her and took her
hand in mine.  Weariness set in and I wondered how long it had been since I
last slept.  This morning?  Yesterday?  It was on the plane, but I couldn't
remember when exactly that was.  I leaned forward and put my head beside
her hand.  I blinked, but I don't think I opened my eyes.

   I was, however, jostled awake suddenly by hearing my ex-wife's voice.

   "Oh my God!" She practically screamed.

   It took a few moments for it to set in who was speaking.  I noticed it
was daylight outside, though I could have sworn it was dusk when I sat
down. I must've been more tired than I thought, though I was still
exhausted.

   "Hey." I said wearily.  Sitting up, every muscle in my back screamed at
me for falling asleep slumped over.

   "How could you let this happen?!" Kathy glared at me through squinted
eyes

   "I didn't let anything happen." I said, maybe a little too calmly and
slowly

   "The hell you didn't!  You let her join the army-"

   "Marines" I corrected her automatically

   "Whatever." she hissed.  "Same difference."

   'Don't let them hear you say that!' I thought, wisely not saying it

   "I don't care if they hear me!"

   Oops.  Guess I did say it out loud.  Told you I was tired.  I was about
to force myself into the argument when a moan from Zoe grabbed my
attention.

   "I'm talking to-" Kathy tried to refocus me onto her.

   "Shhhhh!" I shushed her.  "I think Zoe's waking up."

   We both huddled beside her, watching and listening intently.

   "mom?" we heard her say weakly

   "I'm here."

   "shut up."

   For the first time since this started, my tears were tears of laughter.

   ****

   The following weeks were some of the most stressful and exhausting of my
life, and I cannot imagine how Zoe handled it as well as she did.  The
silver lining to this hurricane storm cloud was that she was not paralyzed.
She was, however, severely weakened.  I only somewhat understood or still
understand what happened to her spine.  The doctors tried to explain it,
but there was much I didn't comprehend.

   In addition to explosive and shrapnel damage, she was thrown from the
vehicle which caused damage to the C6 area of her spine.  The nerves
weren't completely severed, but there was some major "signal loss" in that
area.  The doctors tried to explain it as a garden hose that had a kink in
it.  The end result is that she had some limited motor control, but had no
strength or stamina when it came to moving her arms or leg.  If she tried
really hard she could crack an egg in her hand, but it wore her out.

   Kathy left soon after the news was delivered.  She said she had work to
deal with (as well Zoe's apparent dismissal of her), but I truly believe
she was too disturbed by seeing Zoe's injuries.  Both Michael and Adam came
to visit as well.  They stayed for a couple of days each, but there really
wasn't much they could do.  It was the thought that counts.

   Zoe's attitude during all this was a lot more upbeat than I would have
thought.  She was joking with me, with the nurses, and even with her
brothers.  Even her therapists were surprised by this, though still worried
that she was repressing something.  Zoe just waved them off saying that she
would just have to make the best of a bad situation.  The only thing she
kept asking was "When can I go home?"

   After a couple of weeks of her insistently asking, the doctors agreed to
move her to a VA hospital near our home.  A few short days later, we
boarded a medical plane and were soon being whisked home.  Of course, that
didn't mean she came home immediately.  The doctors told us she would be in
the hospital for a little over two additional months as they monitored her
progress through her physical therapy.  This gave me time to get some work
done on the house.

   Being an architect, I had more than a couple of friends in the
construction industry.  After a couple of calls, I was able to get them
working on the constructions of the plans I had spent the last week working
on.  Approvals were fast tracked; it's good to have friends in high places.
The plans completely renovated her bedroom, expanding it into one of her
brother's old rooms and creating her own private bathroom.  Additional
supports were added for rails and any equipment she may need.  Doorways
were widened to accommodate her wheelchair and ramps were installed on the
handful of steps around the house.

   As the renovation of the house continued, Zoe's therapy progressed.  As
her release date neared, she was able to stand with support for a minute.
While walking wasn't possible, doctors were hopeful of it happening "one
day" with a prosthesis.

   By the time the doctors cleared Zoe to come home, the workers were
finishing the renovations.  She had asked that there not be any celebration
or parade or anything.  She just wanted a nice, quiet ride home where she
could rest and enjoy not being in a hospital any more.  The whole ride
home, she just stared out the window, absently watching the landscape blur
past.  I tried to engage her in a conversation, but she just answered in
short answers while still looking out the window.  In the end, I just let
her be and drove home.

   Zoe's benefits included in-home assistance, and the nurse assistant was
waiting for us when we pulled into the driveway.  She helped Zoe out of the
car and into her chair.  Zoe looked over at me, taking a deep breath of the
fresh air.

   "Now I'm home." she smiled as we went inside.

   ****

   The next couple of months went pretty much as expected.  Zoe worked on
her physical therapy with the nurse while I attempted to return to my
previous day to day activities.  Jamie, the nurse, was very professional
and friendly, but mostly kept to herself.  We would exchange pleasantries
and have conversations regarding Zoe's progress, but nothing in depth or
personal.  Even with my semi-sabbatical, my business had grown more than I
thought possible.  I decided to bring on two junior architects who took on
the smaller jobs that my company handled.  That left me time to work on the
projects I wanted instead of what I needed to keep the lights on.

   Things were going good.

   Which should have been my first warning sign.

   It was a Friday afternoon when I pulled into the driveway and saw Jamie
get into her car.  She saw me and gave a sympathetic shrug and held out her
hands as if saying "nothing I can do, sorry." This worried me.

   I went inside to hear Zoe unleashing a torrent of anger at the phone.

   "What form?!  We've filled out dozens of forms, how did we miss one?! 
Well what the hell am I supposed to do now?  Okay, well how long will it
take after that?  WHAT?!  Three months?!  I'm kinda dependent on this you
know?  Is there anything else-.  Fine, fine.  Yeah, thanks."

   I stepped across the threshold of her room, knocking gently as I did.

   "What's going on?" I asked

   "I'm fucked, that's what's going on." she said bitterly

   "What happened?  I heard something about a form we missed?"

   "Yeah.  Some kind of continuing benefits-slash-need form.  Something
that apparently needs to be filled out quarterly and something that wasn't
in any of the instructions or ever even mentioned!"

   I let that sink in for a moment.  "Oh."

   "Yeah.  Oh.  As in 'Oh shit, how am I going to survive without Jamie to
help me do any God damn fucking thing I can't do myself!?" her voice
started breaking as the sobs started choking her.

   I rushed to her side and hugged her close to me.  I held her until she
finally lifted her head and slowly wiped her tears on my shirt.

   "Okay." she sniffed, "So what can we do in the meantime?  How do we
manage?"

   That was the Zoe I knew.  Recover from bad news and look for a solution.

   "How much would a live in nurse cost?"

   "About 3 grand."

   "Well, that's not too ba-"

   "A week."

   "Oh.  Maybe your mother coul-"

   "Seriously?" she asked incredulously.  "Mom hasn't visited once during
this time, what makes you think she'll stay for three months to re-live
those baby days but for an adult?"

   "Right." I nodded slowly

   "Dad?  I really hate to ask this, but I don't see any other option."

   "Me?  Oh, I don't know about that, hon."

   "I know, but I don't see any other choice right now.  I'll be okay with
it.  Besides, you managed before."

   "Are you sure?  I mean, things are a little different now." I gestured
to her now adult body

   " I can't go back and live in that hospital while we wait.  I just
can't. So if you have an alternative, I'm all ears."

   I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.  "Not at the moment."

   "Okay, because I REALLY have to pee."

   Zoe slowly moved to the edge of the bed so she should brace and steady
herself to be helped into her wheelchair.  I had watched Jamie do this
several times before and knew what to do.

   "Ready?" I asked as I slipped my hands under her arms

   "Yep."

   As I mentioned before, Zoe wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination.
The last several months had been hard on her and any muscle she had gained
in the Marines was slowly vanishing.  So when I lifted to move her into her
chair, I was as surprised as she was that I was able to pick her up
completely.  We were both so completely surprised that we both stumbled.  I
had to almost toss her back onto the bed to keep from falling.

   "Woah!" she said, smiling at me.  "That's different."

   "Sorry." I apologized.  "Didn't mean to fling you about."

   "That's okay, this may be quicker.  Just wanna carry me to the bathroom
instead?"

   Shrugging, I put one arm under her leg and another behind her back while
she wrapped her left arm around my neck.  With a quick motion, I pulled and
lifted Zoe from the bed and into my arms.

   "I could get used to this." She giggled as I carried her into the
bathroom.  I was thankful that I had put in wide doorways so I was able to
easily enter without contortions or bumping into the wall.  I did, though,
have to roll Zoe towards me a little to make sure her head didn't thump
against the door jam.

   Maybe it was my imagination but the male in me couldn't help but notice
her breasts pressing into my chest.  They were small, accommodating her
small frame, but very firm.  I could also tell that she wasn't wearing a
bra under her nightgown.  Shaking off the thoughts, I silently admonished
myself and gently set her down so she could stand (at her request).

   "Okay," she began instructing me, "Hold me steady please." I held her
under her arms while she began pulling up her gown.  I tried to look away
but Zoe would start to wobble to slip and it would draw my attention back.
So it was beyond my control to not notice she was also not wearing any
underwear of any sort!  Yep, completely out of my control.

   It was also beyond my control to notice that she was shaved smooth,
which didn't strike me as odd at the time but would become paramount.  More
on that later.  At the time I just shrugged it off and dismissed it as a
thing modern women did.

   When she was done, she cleaned herself and I helped her stand up so I
could carry her back to her room.  She asked to be placed in her motorized
chair so she could start researching and filling out the needed forms.

   I went back out to the living room and sat down, trying to take in all
that had happened this morning.  Just a few hours ago everything seemed to
be going great but now it was all topsy-turvy again.  Okay, I thought, we
can handle this.  It's just for a few months after all.

   ****

   The next day I discovered was that I really didn't have time to work
anymore, at least not to the degree I was used to.  I wasn't resentful
about it, but it was a change I had to adjust to.  Zoe needed my help for
just about everything, which wasn't a problem for the most part.  At least
until she needed a shower.

   "Come on dad." she said as she wheeled towards the bathroom.  "I'm going
to need help with this."

   "Um, okay." I said a little hesitantly

   "Don't worry.  I got a plan." she smiled at me, hoping it would allay my
fears.

   Her shower was a large, open tiled area that would allow her to sit in a
sturdy chair that was affixed to the floor and wall.  She could use it for
support to get in and out of a wheelchair.  Unfortunately, she wasn't
strong enough to transition from the wheelchair to the shower chair on her
own.

   "Normally Jamie would undress me and get me in the shower." she said as
we stood at the shower threshold, looking at it as if it were an impassable
gorge.  "But if you can get me in the chair I should be able to get
undressed on my own."

   "Sounds good." I said as I leaned down and picked her up.  I gently sat
her down in the shower chair and left her to her own devices.

   I wasn't two steps out of the bathroom when I heard her grunts of
struggle and frustration.  I paused at the door, waiting for the water to
turn on.  After a few moments, instead, I heard "daaaaaaad!"

   I slowly walked into the bathroom, "Everything okay?"

   "No!" she sighed, and when I looked at her I could see why.  Her
nightgown was tangled around her head, with her left arm trapped inside. 
With her right arm she tried to cover her exposed chest but wasn't very
successful at it.

   "Help please." she said, resigning herself.  I tried not to look at her
while she sat there as I undressed her.  I freed her arm and pulled the
gown over her head.

   "Sorry about this, dad." she said, not even trying to cover up any more.

   "Nothing to be sorry about." I said, trying to sound nonchalant

   "I guess you'll have to get used to seeing me, ya know, like this."

   "It's okay, baby." I tried not to look at her breasts, but it my eyes
were drawn to them, especially when she motioned to her nude body. 
"Remember, like you said, I used to change your diapers."

   "Yeah, well, like you said, a few things have changed since then." I
couldn't tell, but I could swear I could see her blushing

   "A few, yeah." I chuckled and turned to leave, "Holler when you're
done."

   I stepped out of the bathroom and took a deep, shuddering breath.  My
erection was straining against my jeans.  I heard the water turn on and
hurried out of the bedroom as well.  I leaned back against the wall and
caught my breath, willing my body to obey and relax.  Within a few minutes
I felt I was in control of myself and my urges.

   That's when Zoe called for me that she was ready to get out.  Dammit.

   I went back in and, thankfully, Zoe had wrapped a towel around her chest
and held it under her arms.  I bent down and scooped her up, feeling her
damp body press into my chest.  She was still hot from the shower, and her
lilac shampoo scented hair dripped still from the water.

   "Okay, what now?" I asked as I carried her back into the bedroom

   "Help dry me off please?" she said meekly

   I sighed and nodded my consent.  Gently sitting her up on the bed, I got
another towel and returned to dry her hair, arms and legs.  I cannot say
whether it was an accident or planned, but when I looked up at her I caught
a glimpse between her legs, of her slit nearly hidden between her thighs. I
looked away before she could catch me.

   She had already picked out a clean night gown and I helped her into it,
getting another eyefull of her chest.

   "It's been a long day." she sighed, "I think I'm going to call it an
early night."

   "Okay baby.  I'm just down the hall if you need anything."

   "Thanks dad.  And thanks."

   "No thanks needed, baby." I leaned down and kissed her forehead.  "I
love you."

   "Love you." she said, smiling

   I tucked her into bed, smiling as she turned off light and I walked out
of the room.  This was going to be harder than I expected.  No pun
intended.

   ****

   A few days later I was in my home office, exhaustedly trying to finalize
a new home blueprint, when it suddenly vanished from the computer.  I'm not
a complete idiot when it comes to computers, but try as I might I could not
find the damn files anywhere.

   "Fuck me!" I said through gritted teeth, angrily tapping the keyboard.

   "That might raise a few eyebrows." Zoe said, silently wheeling into the
room

   "Wha?  Oh, sorry, no, I just lost some plans and I can't find the damn
things."

   "Lemme see." She maneuvered closer to the computer

   "Be my guest." I rolled my chair aside to give her access.

   She typed slowly and deliberately with her one hand, bit I was at a loss
as to what she was doing.  Windows and prompts I'd never seen were popping
up with commands and information that was complete Greek to me.  As she
worked, Zoe started humming and making odd clicking sounds with her tongue,
obviously consumed by the task at hand.  I watched as the old Zoe I
remembered emerged ever so slightly.

   "Gotcha." She said victoriously a few minutes later.  Sure enough, my
missing files were all restored.

   "How the hell did you do that?" "Training.  It's not like I was big
enough to be on the front lines, plus I guess I had a natural aptitude to
this sort of thing.  A lot of what I did was recover data miscreants
thought they'd deleted or destroyed." She looked up at me smugly, "You'd be
surprised how much data you can pull off a hard drive, even after it's been
smashed with a hammer."

   "Wow." I said, genuinely impressed.  "Any other skills I should know
about?" "Tons." She said, then added, "with computers."

   "You know..." I said, an idea taking form, "I'm obviously hopeless when
it comes to some of this stuff.  What do you say to helping me out?" "Help
you out?  I don't know anything about architecture."

   "Not asking you to draw plans.  Just help with the computer and office
stuff.  That's always been my weakest area."

   "Well, maybe." Zoe paused to consider it.  "I'd have to check my
schedule." She chuckled

   ****

   Over the next few weeks we got into a routine.  I'd help Zoe in the
morning, she'd help me at home with the company, then at night I'd get her
cleaned and ready for bed.  Occasionally we would go out to a site
together, but she admitted she felt uncomfortable outside of the house so
we would only leave when it was necessary.  When Zoe wasn't helping, she
would be working on her strength and motion and there was steady, albeit
slow, improvement.

   Everything seemed to be going pretty good.  I should have known
something would happen to screw it up.

   "Um.  Dad?" she asked one day, and I could tell something was bugging
her.

   "Yeah?  Everything okay?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess.  You know, I'm really grateful with all that
you've done, right?"

   "Yeah, but you know it's no big deal to me, right?"

   "Yeah, I do, I guess, but, you see, there's something else that I need
help with, well, going to need help with, I guess."

   "Slow down." I said, trying to stop her rambling.  "What do you need,
baby?"

   "Well, you remember when Jamie left?"

   "Yeah?" I wondered where this was going

   "About three weeks ago?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Well, when she left I had just, you know, ended?"

   "Ended?"

   "Yeah." she said, looking away, "My period."

   "Oh.  Oh!" I said as realization kicked in

   "Yeah." she said, nodding

   "Okay.  well, what do you need me to do?"

   "I know guys can get grossed out by this, so-"

   "I've been wiping your butt for several weeks now.  I think I can handle
this." I said smiling

   "We'll see." Zoe chuckled at my teasing.  "The thing is, I really can't,
or at least shouldn't, use tampons given my current...eh...  limitations."

   "So...  pads then?"

   "Yeah, pads.  I really hate those things.  Gets all messy and sticky
down there."

   "What's the alternative?"

   "Nothing, but if I gotta use those things, I need to prep."

   "How so?"

   "It's really a personal preference, but it's going to be easier to clean
if I'm, you know..." she kinda moved her head as if I knew what she was
talking about.

   "If you were?" I prompted

   She sighed, resigned to having to spell it out for me.  "Shaved.  Down
there."

   While I had been helping her into the bathroom, I had thus far managed
to avoid dealing directly with her vagina.  That's not to say I hadn't
caught a brief glimpse every now and then.  It was unavoidable.  Honest.

   Looking back, I can say that I remember her going from being bare to
more natural.  I never really gave it any thought; I guess I just thought
it was a preference.  It never occurred to me that she couldn't shave
herself.  I couldn't shave my face without a mirror and complete control
over my hands.  Zoe didn't have the motor control to maneuver a razor
around that area or the stamina to stay bent over so she could see what she
was doing.

   "Well.  Okay.  I guess, uh." I took a slow breath, "I guess I'll have to
help you out."

   "I'm sorry dad." she said, and I could see her starting to tear up.

   "It's okay baby." I tried to comfort Zoe, kneeling beside her and
wrapping my arms around her.

   "No, it's not!" she said thickly, "I hate being so fucking helpless."

   "You're not helpless.  You just need a little assistance every now and
then."

   "Sure..." she said, not sounding like she believed me.  "I'm just going
to read."

   Zoe kissed my head and wheeled herself out of my office.  I stood up and
leaned on my desk, trying to figure out a solution.  I felt confident I
could safely use a razor on a woman, but this wasn't just a woman.  This
was my daughter.  And to be fair, that area had a lot more folds and curves
than my face.

   I went into my bathroom and started to inventory what I thought I would
need.  As I reached for some towels, I saw what I thought was going to be
my salvation tucked away in the linen closet.  A barely used Norelco razor.

   For those of you unfamiliar with these razors, they're an electric and,
in this case, rechargeable razor with guarded blades.  I almost cheered out
loud as I realized this meant I could take a more 'hands off' approach to
this!

   I plugged it in so it could charge, testing it after a minute to make
sure it at least spun.  I spent a few minutes after that cleaning it and
inspecting it.  With the sideburn trimmer, I could trim the long hair to a
stubble and then use the regular razor bit to get it smooth.

   I had a plan!  This was going to work.

   ****

   "I'm not sure when I'll start." she told me earlier, "I'd like to go
ahead and be ready, if that's okay?"

   "Sure." After all, I had a plan.

   That night, after her shower, Zoe lay back on the bed and looked over at
me expectantly.

   With a towel underneath her I slid her nightgown up and revealed her
most private area.  She moved her leg aside and I was faced with the hard
truth.  For weeks I had tried very hard (mostly) to avoid eye-contact with
her pussy.  Now I was forced to stare at it.  The dark hair around her
labia matched the rest of the hair on her head.  Also, I now saw that other
hair on her body had grown as well.  If this worked, I figured I'd be
helping her groom the rest of her if she wanted me to.  As her leg moved,
the lips parted slightly.  She wasn't wet, but the slight musky smell was
unmistakable.  Despite my best efforts, I felt myself getting hard.

   Doing my best to ignore my the growing tightness in my shorts, I started
to work.  I used the small trimmers on the long hair at first, gently
sweeping the strands away.  When I felt comfortable that was done, I turned
the device around and began sliding it across her skin.

   I was so focused on my work that I didn't see what was happening to Zoe.
In hindsight, I probably didn't want us to look at each other because I
didn't want her to be embarrassed.  Had I looked up earlier I might have
seen the changes sooner.

   It was faint, but I could feel her leg muscles tense up slightly.  I
looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed, lids fluttering, and her
breathing was shaky.  Being clueless, I wasn't sure exactly what was
happening at first.  Then I felt a small tremor run through her body.  She
let out a sharp, shuddering breath, then relaxed.

   My cock seemed to know what happened before my brain did.  Almost
instantly I was rock hard and had to turn on my side to avoid hurting
myself.  Without meaning to, I had given my daughter a small orgasm from
the buzzing of the razor!  I pulled the razor away, looking again to see
her lips slightly parted and a thin string of fluid dripping down.

   "Zoe-" I began, but was cut off

   "I, uh.  uh.  I'm tired, dad." she said breathlessly, not looking at me.

   "Uh, yeah, okay." I folded the towel and pulled it from under her.

   "I'll uh, see you in the uh, morning, okay?" her eyes were wide and
looking everywhere but at me.

   "Yeah, sure baby."

   I quickly left her room and went into mine.  My erection wouldn't be
tamed with a few minutes of concentration.  I did the only thing I could. I
dropped my pants and jerked off into the towel.  I tried to think about any
other woman, but as soon as I pictured Zoe climaxing I shot my load into
the towel.

   ****

   After I cleaned up, I tried to figure out what happened.  The razor
wasn't that powerful, and I never once touched her clit.  That must've
meant she was super-sensitive down there.  Thinking about it, I knew what
it was like.  I've been overly sensitive before, especially when it had
been a long timeI stopped in my tracks, realizing what was going on.  She's
been in the hospital for months, then here for months, and the whole time
she's had limited use of her arm.  Other than her injuries, she's a
healthy, normal, young woman, and with the same needs.  I wasn't blind or
ignorant to the fact that she'd been sexually active for a while before she
went into the Marines.  Lord knows what happened while she enlisted.  Now,
she had all contact suddenly cut off, and with her muscle damage she
couldn't use her hand for any length of time.  No wonder such a small thing
had made her orgasm.

   Running it through my head made me start getting hard again, and as much
as a part of me wanted to make her cum I knew I had to take the sensible
approach.  So, I did the only thing I could do.  I went shopping.

   It's amazing what you can find on Amazon.  Within a few minutes, I found
a small bullet style vibrator and had it rush delivered to the house.

   Of course, the next day her period started, so the rush delivery could
have waited.  Oh well.  I'd give it to her when she had finished.  We
didn't talk about what happened, but we both knew that the other knew.  The
only thing I offered was to use the razor on her legs and armpits if she
wanted, something she readily agreed to.

   ****

   A few days later, as I was helping her into bed for the night, she
surprised me.

   "Um.  Dad?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Just to make it easier for next month, maybe we should keep my, you
know, shaved?"

   "Keep it from getting long again?"

   "Yeah, plus it's kinda itching now.  Would you mind...?"

   "Right now?" I asked, knowing she was asking for this for other reasons
as well.

   "If that's okay, yeah."

   "Sure." I said, getting her towel and getting it ready.  "Be right
back."

   I retrieved the razor and new vibrator from my bathroom, keeping the
vibrator in my pocket.  I went back into Zoe's room to find her ready and
somewhat eager.  This time I didn't need to use the trimmers.  Instead, I
quickly slid the razor around and removed all the stubble.  Unlike last
time, when I was trying to be careful and went slowly, this time was faster
which kept me from arousing her.

   "All done." I said, smiling

   "Oh." she was unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.  "That was
quick."

   "Yeah, well." I sat up and patted her leg.  "Honestly, I know what
happened last time, baby."

   "Oh God." she groaned, turning beet red.

   "Nothing to be ashamed of.  It's natural."

   Zoe said nothing, just looked away.

   "Here." I pulled the vibrator out of my pocket and put it in her hand

   "What's th- DAD!  Oh my God!" her eyes were wide as she looked between
me and the toy in her hand

   "Oh shush.  I'll leave you alone." I left the room and closed the door.

   I sat down in the living room, turned on the TV and felt quite proud
with myself.  Zoe had a need and I felt like I had fulfilled that need as
diplomatically as possible.

   And that feeling lasted all of 15 minutes.

   "God Dammit!" I heard Zoe scream from the bedroom, and it didn't sound
like an orgasmic scream.

   I bolted from my chair and ran into her room.

   "Go away!" she sobbed into her hand

   "What's wrong?" I asked, rushing to her side, but she wasn't saying
anything else, just quietly crying

   "Zoe, baby, you can tell me anything, you know that.  What's wrong?"

   "What's wrong?!" she asked rhetorically.  "I can't use the damn thing!"

   "What do you mean?  It seemed pretty easy to turn on."

   "I know how to turn it on!" she said exasperated, "I can't...  keep it
where it needs to be.  My fucking arm gets weak and I can't keep hold of
it!"

   Damn.  In helping, I'd made it worse.  Given hope only to give despair
instead.  I felt horrible.  I hugged her close, rolling her towards me.  In
doing so, the vibrator rolled against my leg, still faintly buzzing. 
Right.

   "Lay down, sweetie." I said, gently guiding her down, her head resting
on my arm.

   "Wha-"

   "Just close your eyes." I reached down and picked up the toy.

   She looked at me a little confused.  As I held the vibrator against her
pussy, she took a sharp breath in.

   "Dad, you don't have to-"

   "Yeah." I hushed her.  "I kinda do.  Just tell me what where you need me
to move it to."

   Zoe rested her head in the crook of my arm.  I lay beside her on her
right side, which gave me easier access to her wet center.

   "Up a little bit." she said, closing her eyes.  "To the left, a little
more." she shuddered and stiffened, "Oh God, right there."

   I held the little vibrator where I was instructed, and I could feel
Zoe's body shudder and twitch as it sent waves of pleasure through her. 
Her head rolled and her breath was fast and ragged as I gently moved the
vibrator against her clit.  For several minutes, the only sounds in the
room was her increasing breathing, the faint buzz of the vibrator, and the
occasional squish from her very wet pussy.  I tried to avoid direct
contact, but my fingers inevitably grazed bare flesh and became slick with
her juices.

   The rest of my body wasn't immune to what was going on.  My heart was
pounding in my chest as a small, barely audible voice in my head told me I
shouldn't be doing this.  But the other part of me knew my daughter needed
help, needed satisfaction.  And the raging erection in my pants that was
straining the zipper was screaming at me to keep going.

   "Oh God, I'm gonna cum." she whispered and started to shake, "I'm gonna
cu-AHH!"

   Zoe's orgasm was undeniable.  Where before with the razor it was subtle
and small because of the limited stimulation, now she had everything
full-force.  She jerked and spasmed against me for several seconds.  Her
face contorted and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure, held until
she sighed as it ebbed.

   "Too much." she finally panted and twitched a couple of times, pushing
gently on my hand with her's.  I pulled the toy up, coated with her juice,
and switched it off.

   "I'm sorry, dad." she said finally, looking away.

   "For what?"

   "For that.  For needing that."

   "Nonsense." I smiled and kissed her forehead, a small sheen of sweat
forming.  "Sometimes you need what you just need."

   "But you're my dad." she protested weakly

   "Yeah, I am.  And you know I'd do anything for you, right?"

   "I guess this kinda proved that, huh?" she chuckled

   I got up, doing my best to hide my erection, and hurried into her
bathroom.  I washed the toy and my hands, then went back to her bed.  Zoe
was laying there, eyes closed and looking like she was about to fall
asleep. She had pulled the blanket over her, hiding her pussy from view.

   "Good night, baby." I said, kissing her head again

   "'night dad." she mumbled.

   I put the vibrator in her nightstand, turned off the light, closed the
door on my way out, and retreated to my bedroom to relieve my own aching
arousal.

   ****

   Over the next several weeks, our routine changed to include "shaving".
She wouldn't overly ask for it, but every two or three nights the razor and
vibrator would be sitting on the nightstand.  It was a subtle but clear
signal of her desires.

   Zoe also became a little less shy about her body and her needs.  I guess
when someone has seen you cum multiple times, you become a little more
open. We would talk while she showered, usually about work or some TV show
we both watched.  When she was through, I helped dry her and get into a
clean gown.  I had thought that I would eventually get used to her naked
body, but every time I saw her I would feel the desire inside myself
growing.

   One afternoon, I was working on some new plans when I heard Zoe call out
for me.

   "What's up?" I asked, entering her room.  She was sitting on the other
side of the bed with her tablet in her lap.

   "I need a favor please?"

   "What'cha need?"

   "To put it bluntly..." she paused, building up her resolve, "I need to
cum."

   "Oh." This was as forward as she'd ever been.

   "Sorry, but I started reading something a friend recommended.  It has
some really, really hot scenes in it.  Every time one would end, another
would start up and, well, yeah."

   "Uh, yeah, okay.  Sure."

   Zoe slowly scooted down the bed until she could lay down comfortably.  I
retrieved the vibrator from the nightstand and lay beside her.  It was a
little different since I was on her left side this time.

   I slid my arm under her head like I usually do, but since I was on her
other side she was able to wrap her good arm around my neck.  I switched
the vibrator on and positioned it where I usually did.  Normally she's a
little wet but it takes some time to get her fully lubricated.  This time
she was already dripping, so when the vibe touched against her clit she
jolted like she'd been hit with a live wire.

   "Oh fuck." she hissed through gritted teeth, "Right there, dad.  Don't
stop, right there." her words trailed off as she started moaning louder and
louder.  Her body bucked against the vibe, trying to rub herself against
it. She moaned more and more until she cried out, climaxing against the
buzzing toy.

   I started to move away as I knew she became very sensitive.

   "No.  Don't stop." she said, shuddering still

   "You sure?"

   "Please, daddy.  Make me cum again."' she begged softly

   Her voice and words damn near made me cum in my pants!  I pressed the
toy against her clit hard.  Two of my fingers to either side of the toy
slipped and pressed directly into her incredibly wet and hot pussy.  As
soon as my fingers made contact with her sensitive flesh, a guttural moan
escaped her lips.

   "Oh fuck, daddy!" she said between breaths, "You're gonna make me cum
again.  Oh God!"

   With surprising strength, her arm pulled at my neck and dragged me down.
Her breath was hot against my ear as she came again, her pussy flooding my
hand with her slippery juices.  For almost a minute her body spasmed as she
held onto to my neck.  Finally, she nodded and I pulled my hand away and
switched the toy off.  She sighed contentedly and smiled up at me.  Zoe
kissed my cheek and released my neck.  Without any thought, her arm flopped
onto the bed in between us.

   Every other time I had masturbated her, I had been on her right side. 
On that side, her arm barely came to my stomach and without a leg on that
side she never knew how hard all this made me.  On her left side, however,
her arm could reach further.

   Her hand fell and her wrist landed on my painfully hard erection.  The
loose slacks that I wore did little to hide anything, and it was obvious
what she was touching.

   "What's tha-Oh my God, dad!" she exclaimed, pulling her hand up and
away.

   "Oh God, Zoe." I stammered as I shot up out of her bed, "I'm-I'm-I-I-I'm
sorry.  I-I-I should-I should go."

   "Dad, no, wait!" she called after me, but I was already out the door and
halfway to my room.

   I sat on my bed, feeling ashamed and horrible.  I started running
excuses through my head, and while it wasn't really under my control I
should have done more to at least keep it away from Zoe.  I cupped my hands
around my mouth and nose, and immediately smelled her fluids on my nose. 
Oh God she smelled incredible...

   "Dad?" Zoe called for me from my doorway.  She had managed to get
herself into her chair and drove to my room.

   "I'm, I'm sorry baby.  I shouldn't have let that happ-"

   "Shut up dad." she said, smiling at me.

   She wheeled herself closer to me and took my hands in hers.  Her hair
was plastered to her forehead and I could all but smell the pheromones from
her.

   "This isn't the first time that's-" she pointed to my groin, "happened,
is it?"

   "No..." I sheepishly admitted

   "Yeah, kinda figured." she regarded me, "I'm not mad if that's what
you're thinking of."

   "You're not?"

   "No, well, not at you anyway." she grimaced

   "Huh?" I asked, lost

   "I think I'm the one who needs to apologize to you."

   "It's not your fault."

   "It is." she leaned over to me, "I was selfish.  I was so focused on my
own needs I never thought about yours."

   "It's okay, baby."

   "No, dad, it's not.  It's not fair, and I'm really sorry.

   I just smiled faintly at her, accepting her apology.  It's usually
pointless to argue with her when she gets like this.

   "So..." she said, a little glimmer in her eye, "What do you usually do
about it?"

   "What?!" I said, leaning back, "You mean..."

   "Yeah."

   "No." I said, shaking my head

   "Oh come on."

   "No!" I said but not angrily.

   "Hmpf" she said, and wheeled beside the bed.  I watched as she leaned
forward, standing shakily, and finally half-falling and half-climbing into
my bed.  After arranging herself, Zoe took a second to catch her breath and
patted the bed beside her.

   "Come here.  Please dad.  Pllleeeeeaasseee" she knew I couldn't resist
it when she begged like that.  I scooted back on the bed and lay beside
her, staring up at the ceiling.

   "So what do you do?" Zoe asked again, persistently

   "Wha?  Oh, for crying out-.  You know what!" I finally relented

   "Yeah." she said, grinning at me, "Why don't you want to say it?"

   "I dunno.  It's not something a dad should be telling his daughter."

   "You know," she took my arm and pulled it around her, "I think we're in
new territory here."

   "Yeah." I chuckled, "I guess."

   "So." she teased again, "Do you need to?"

   "What?!" I couldn't believe my ears

   "Do you need to?" she asked again, matter of factly

   "I think I'm good, thanks."

   "You sure?" she said, peering down my body.  I wasn't raging hard, but I
definitely had a semi.  Slowly, Zoe slid her hand down my chest to my belt,
resting it on the buckle.

   "Zoe, baby, I'm not sure-"

   "Hey." she stopped me, "You've helped me so much, why don't you let me
help you a little?"

   "You don't have to do this.  You don't have to repay me."

   "I know I don't have to."

   Slowly, she pulled the belt out of the loop and tried to unbuckle it. 
Luckily for her, the belt wasn't tight to begin with and was even looser
with me laying down.  The slacks themselves were just hook fastened and she
easily opened them.  I lay there transfixed, watching as my daughter's hand
slowly undressed me.  With a few gentle tugs, she pulled the zipper down,
exposing my boxer-covered cock, which had grown harder and was obviously
outlined by the stretched fabric.

   "I want to." she whispered in my ear and rested her hand on my bulge. 
"I need to.  I think you need to too.  Anyway, " she squeezed me gently,
"some part of you is enjoying this." It had been quite a while since anyone
else had touched me there, and the feeling sent shivers through my spine.

   "Zoe." I said through a shuddering breath, "seriously, why are you doing
this?  What's come over you suddenly?"

   She regarded me for a moment, then rested her head on my chest so the
only thing I could see of her was the back of her head.

   "It's not suddenly, actually." she said quietly.  Facing away from me I
could just barely hear her.

   "What do you mean?"

   "It's one of the reasons I joined the Marines." she started lazily
tracing the outline of my cock with her fingertips, causing me to shiver
again.  "You see, I wanted to do this, well, more than this, for years. 
But I couldn't.  You and mom were married.  And I knew I'd always be your
little girl.  I knew it would drive me crazy if I stayed here as I got
older and couldn't do anything.  If I went to college I knew I'd only go to
somewhere around here.  So I left.  I guess part of me hoped that if I
joined the military that you'd stop seeing me as a little girl and start
seeing me as a woman.

   I started stroking her hair gently as she spoke.

   "Then IT happened." she said, sighing.  "And I was so scared that I
wouldn't make it.  But you were there when I woke up."

   "Where else would I be?" It wasn't lost on me the irony of her opening
up about all this while gently stroking me.

   "You brought me home, and I resigned myself to the fact that you would
never want me." she paused and I could hear a small sniffle.  "You know,
disfigured and all." she said thickly

   "Zoe, you're not-"

   "You know I really did forget about that form that made us lose Jamie.
Never knew about it.  Because of that, in a way, it made me your little
girl all over again I guess.  You had to really start taking care of me."

   Through my shorts, she wrapped her hand around my cock.  A small groan
escaped my lips that I was helpless to restrain.

   "You helped me shower.  Helped me go to the bathroom.  Helped me dress.
Helped me live.  Hell, you even took me to work with you." she squeezed
gently.  "I feel so vulnerable when you help me like that.  At first I
thought I'd hate feeling like that, but I liked it.  I love it.  Love it so
much that I started getting really, really horny every time you helped me
shower.  But I couldn't do anything about it.  I tried, but I couldn't hold
the shower head long enough, and I sure couldn't use my hand."

   "Then you found the razor.  God bless that razor.  I confess, it was a
bit of a ploy on my part." she chuckled, "I hoped it would get you to touch
me a little, but I really do prefer my pussy bare.  Oh!  You jumped a
little when I said pussy." she giggled a little.

   "You have no idea how grateful I was when you got me my toy.  I was
surprised, yes, and at first I was disappointed it wouldn't be you, but it
was better than nothing.  But even that didn't work.  Then you came in and
made everything better, like usual."

   She slowly turned her head to look at me in the eye.

   "The entire time you were making me cum, I wondered if it was having any
effect on you.  Didn't think it was really, but now I know that's because
of how we were positioned."

   "Yeah.  I tried to hide it."

   "Well, you did a damn good job of it." she smiled, "Until today anyway.
Feeling how hard you were earlier, how hard you are now, I realize that I
did have some effect on you."

   "More than you know." I admitted

   "And knowing that you'd come in here and cum because of me?  I love it.
Thank you, dad.  For everything.  I love you.  So much."

   "I love you too."

   "I have another confession." she smirked

   "Oh?  Do tell."

   "My arm is getting REALLY tired." her hand stopped caressing and rested
on me.  "Damn, I really hoped you'd cum by now."

   "I'm not 18, baby.  I have a little more self-control than that."

   "I really, really want to see you cum, dad."

   I didn't say anything.  I just nodded slightly and reached around her to
free my cock from its confines.  Zoe turned her head around, gasping
slightly as she finally saw what she had been asking for.

   "That better?" I asked

   "Mmmhmmm." she hummed.  Then I felt her hand wrap around my shaft,
holding it up and squeezing it a little.  I didn't dare ask if it was big
enough for her.  I was sure she'd seen plenty bigger in the Marines.

   "Sorry I can't do it for you." she said wistfully

   I didn't answer.  Instead I wrapped my hand around hers as it held my
cock.  Using her hand, I slowly started pumping, squeezing her hand to
increase the pressure.

   "Oh dad." she breathed, watching me masturbate with her hand, "Make
yourself cum for me."

   I started moving faster, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

   "I'm gonna cum, Zoe."

   "Cum daddy." she said, giving me permission almost.

   With a groan, I felt my cum shoot out as her hand tugged as best she
could.  I came harder than I had in years, feeling like all the pent up
hormones were being let out as well.  After 5 or 6 pulses, I let go of both
of us and lay there panting, trying to recover.

   "Is that.  what.  you.  wanted?" I said in between gulps of air

   Zoe lifted her head and looked at me, smiling like she'd won the
lottery. Streaked across her face were thick strings of semen, the biggest
going from her cheek to right under her nose.  Instead of wiping it off,
she ran her tongue across her mouth.

   "mmmmm." she hummed again.

   "Want a towel?" I asked

   "No thanks." she worked her arm under her gown and used that to get most
of it off.  "Help me get this off please."

   I helped her up and pulled her gown up and over her head.  I was still
fuzzy headed, because only when she lay down did it occur to me that she
was completely naked now.

   "Can I cum again?" she asked.  "Please."

   "Of course.  Be right back." I started to get up to go get her vibrator.

   "No." she stopped me.  "Just use your hands."

   I nodded gently, lying beside her and sliding my hands down her body.  I
could feel her trembling slightly under my touch as I slid across her mons
to her pussy.  I could feel the heat radiating from her already.  My finger
slipped between her lips easily and she gasped as I explored her body.

   "You're dripping, baby." I whispered in her ear.

   "Oh daddy." she opened her eyes and looked into mine, "You make me like
this.  You've always made me like this.  You-ooohfuck."

   Whatever she was saying was lost as I found her little clit and started
rubbing it.  I'd never really seen or felt it before and it was smaller
than I would have thought, a hard little nubbin hidden in between the
softest and wettest pussy I'd ever touched.  Her eyes closed as I continued
to massage her button.  Zoe reached over and ran her fingers through my
hair, rubbing my head and pulling me closer to her.

   It was instinct that brought our lips together.  It was gentle at first,
but her tongue quickly snaked into my mouth.  She pulled me against her
tighter as I rubbed her faster and faster.  I moved my hand down, letting
my thumb focus on her clit while I pushed my middle finger inside.  I began
to pump my finger in and out, pushing her over the edge.  She broke our
kiss, threw her head back, and cried out as her orgasm began to overtake
her.  I pushed inside as deep as I could, letting her pussy spasm around my
finger.

   "Oh my God, that was good." she said after a moment of recovery.

   "You okay?"

   "Better than I've been in a long time, daddy." she said sweetly, kissing
me again.  "I'm exhausted.  Can we take a nap?"

   I pulled the covers down and helped her get underneath.  At her urging,
I stripped nude and slipped under the covers as well.

   "You sure you're okay, dad?" she asked as she snuggled against me.

   "Yeah, I am.  Why?"

   "Well, we've kinda crossed a lot of lines in a short time."

   "Yeah, but we're crossing them together, right?"

   "Together." she agreed, pressing her body against mine.  I felt her
breast against my skin and her nipple pressing into me.

   I lay there, savoring the sensation of her cuddled against me and soon
heard the rhythmic sound of her sleeping.  I followed her in a few short
minutes.

   ****

   I slowly woke up, feeling Zoe still against me.

   "Evening, sleepy head." she said in singsong

   "What time is it?"

   "2am."

   "2?!  Damn."

   "That's okay." she said, resting her head on my shoulder and smiling at
me.  Under the covers, her hand slid towards my dick.

   "Careful." I cautioned playfully

   "Nah." she shook her head

   I wrapped my arms around her, rolling her onto her back.  She let out a
squeal that was quickly muffled by my kiss.  This wasn't like before, a
kiss born in the heat of passion.  This was a tender kiss, one that comes
from two lovers.  It felt amazing and strange at the same time.  Zoe was
still my daughter, and always would be, but now she was something more.

   As our kiss turned deeper, my hand found her chest and I started to
gently squeeze and massage her breasts.  Her nipple hardened under my palm,
almost asking me to pinch and roll them.  Zoe moaned into our kiss, and
continued to as I gave equal attention to the other side.

   "You're making me so horny, dad." she gasped as she broke our kiss.

   I just smiled and began to kiss down her body.  I stopped at her chest
first, sucking on each nipple while I played with the other.  I looked up
at her and saw her smiling down at me.

   I kissed down her stomach, giving her bellybutton a quick lick, before
continuing down.  The sheets slid down with me, giving me a clear view of
her pussy.  Her lips were tight and closed, with just the barest hint of
dampness showing.

   But that's not where I started.  I kissed her directly above her slit,
the kissed towards her scar.

   "Dad, wait." she said with a tinge of fear in her voice.  I knew where
that was coming from.  She was afraid I'd be repulsed by the scar, or maybe
she was repulsed by it and didn't want me to bring attention to it.

   "I love you, baby." I said, looking up at her.  "All of you." I leaned
down and kissed her scar.  "As you are now." Another kiss.  "As you will be
tomorrow." Another kiss.  "However you will ever be." A longer kiss. 
"You're beautiful.

   Each kiss sent a shiver through her and caused a sharp gasp of air. 
Probably because she was ticklish here.  I'd have to remember that.

   "Thank you, daddy." she said caressing my face softly

   I kissed across her scar and made my way to her waiting pussy.  Her
scent was intoxicating; breathing deeply sent a shiver down my spine.  As
much as I wanted to dive in, to taste her, I knew this was a major
milestone.

   "Zoe?"

   "Mmm?"

   "Are you sure you want me to do this?  Are you okay with it?" "Kinda
late now, dontcha think?" she chuckled

   "Maybe, but this is a definite line we're about to cross." I reached up
and took her hand in mine.  "I just don't want you to look back and think
I'm taking advantage of you or something."

   Zoe smiled at me and gently squeezed my hand.

   "Thanks dad, but this is what I want.  What I've always wanted."

   "I just want you to be sure."

   "I am sure, dad.  I want you to use your tongue on my pussy.  I want to
cum from you doing it.  I want to kiss you after and taste my juices on
your lips."

   Zoe let go of my hand and placed it on the back of my head, gently
pushing me towards her.  With all doubt erased, I gently kissed her lips
and felt her body shudder as I brushed them with mine.  I kissed them
again, longer this time.  I looked up at Zoe's face, wanting to see what
she was feeling.  Her mouth was parted and she was breathing harder.

   With my hands, I spread her lips apart, revealing the delicate pink
folds inside.  Her clit, barely visible, glistened with her juice.  Her
scent was intoxicating, and my mouth watered knowing I was soon going to
taste her source.  I wrapped my lips around her clit and began to drink all
I could.  My tongue slid across it, each time causing her to buck slightly
against my face.  Mixed with my own saliva, her juices ran down my chin
faster than I could swallow them.

   I let go with my hands letting my mouth keep her lips open.  One hand
slid under her ass, squeezing and massaging the supple skin.  With my
other, I slid two fingers inside her.  Moaning mixed in with her pants as
my fingers explored her insides.  I began to move my fingers inside her,
massaging and bringing her closer to orgasm.

   "You're gonna make me cum, daddy." she whispered faintly, "Oh fuck,
you're gonna make me cum."

   I pressed harder with my tongue, flicking it across her clit faster and
faster.  When she came, her pussy became even wetter.  I didn't think that
was possible.  I lapped at all the new juices, savoring their flavor.

   As she cooled off, I slid up and kissed her.  Zoe moaned into my mouth
as our tongues met.

   "Thank you." She breathed as we broke the kiss.

   I propped up on my knees in front of her, my rigid cock pointed towards
her now swollen and open pussy.  Zoe looked up at me, then down to my cock,
then back up to me.

   "Wait." she said me, and I stopped dead in my tracks.  I looked at her
expectantly.  "Don't you need to put a condom on?  You always the one
warning me about safe sex."

   "Yeah, but I know we're both clean."

   "I'm not worried about that." she chuckled, "but I really don't want to
get pregnant."

   "Oh, that." I moved so I was over her, but still not yet inside her.  I
leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm fixed."

   "What?" she said, surprised.

   "Shortly after you were born, I got a vasectomy."

   "So you mean...?"

   "Yep." I nodded.

   I reached between us and ran the tip of my cock up and down her wet
slit, getting it as wet as I could.  Smiling, I rubbed the head against her
clit, making her shiver underneath me.

   "Tell me what you want, baby."

   "I want you, dad."

   "Want me to what?" I teased playfully

   "You know."

   "Maybe, but I want to hear you say it."

   Zoe paused for a moment, looking down at my cock and biting her lower
lip.  "I don't want.  I need." she said softly.  "I need you.  Inside me.
Please." she looked back up at me, "Please, daddy.  Make love to me."

   I found her opening and pushed forward, slowly sliding inside her.  We
continued to look in each other's eyes and I saw each moment pass through
her.  When we came completely together, we both looked down amazed.

   "Holy shit, dad." she sighed, "You're really inside me."

   "You okay?" I asked, not moving yet and letting her body adjust.  It'd
probably been awhile since she did anything like this.

   "Better than okay.  You?"

   "I'm incredible, baby.  You feel incredible.

   My body's need to move overcame my mental commands to remain still and I
started sliding in and out of her slowly.  Each pull made her sigh and each
push made her moan.  I kept a steady pace, slowly making love to my
daughter and focusing on her pleasure.  For several long minutes, the only
sounds were her moans and the occasional wet sounds coming from between us.
I couldn't take my eyes off her face, eyes closed, mouth open, lips
quivering.  Her nipples dragged across my chest as her small breasts
jiggled each time I thrust into her.

   "I'm gonna cum." Zoe gasped, "Oh God, fuck, I'm gonna cum.

   I didn't speed up or slow down, but keep the same pace.  As she
climaxed, her eyes squeezed shut and her whole body started shaking.  I
tried to time my thrusts with her contractions, pushing her orgasm further
and longer.  When her orgasm subsided, I bent down and kissed her forehead,
then her nose, then finally her lips.

   "Ready for more?" I asked

   "uhhuh." she said breathlessly

   I leaned back, making sure I stayed inside her as I went to sitting on
my knees.  From this angle, I could take in her whole, beautiful body. 
With one hand, I reached down and squeezed her tits, savoring the feeling
of her soft flesh.  With my other, I took her hand in mine and kissed the
fingers.  She smiled up at me.

   "I love you." she whispered, squeezing my hand in hers.

   "I love you, baby." I whispered back.

   It took a few tries to start correctly, but soon I was able to continue
thrusting into her dripping slit.  After a couple of additional kisses, I
licked one of her fingers and placed her hand on her pussy.  Zoe looked a
little confused at first.

   "I'll help." I whispered as I placed my hand over hers.  As I slid in
and out of her, I used her fingers to massage her clit.  She helped of
course, but in the end Zoe was content to let me take charge and control
her.  I pressed her fingers, pushing them harder against her swollen sweet
spot.  Between my cock thrusting into her, her clit being rubbed, and her
breasts getting massaged, it didn't take long for Zoe to start climaxing
again.  I watched her areolas contract and darken as she crested, and I
felt her pussy tighten around my cock.  She spasmed, pushing against me and
driving me deeper into her.  I held myself as deep as I could and let her
ride through each wave of her orgasm.

   "I'm really close, baby" I said, running out of breath.  I had held off
as long as I could, but her last orgasm brought me to the edge.

   "I want you to cum in me, dad." She said breathlessly, staring at my
cock sliding into her.  "I've never let anyone do that before.  They always
had to use condoms." She looked up at me.  "I want to feel you cum inside
me now."

   I repositioned back to where I was before, on top and close to her eyes.
She smiled at me, gasping and cooing as I sped up with a gleam in her eyes.
Zoe brought her hand up and placed her finger into her mouth, the same
finger that I had running her clit.  Watching as she savored her juices
pushed me over the edge.  Instinct took over and I pushed as hard as I
could into her, trying to shoot my cum as deep into her as possible. 
Everything went white as I unloaded inside her pussy.  From a long way away
I could hear myself crying out until, slowly, I came back to my senses and
looked down at my daughter.  Her hair was plastered to her head by sweat
and she had the biggest smile on her face.

   "That felt amazing, dad.  I felt every time you spurted into me."

   "It was incredible, baby.

   I rolled over, holding her and bringing her with me.  Zoe cried out in
surprise as I held her atop me.  She brought her arm under her chin and
rested on my chest to stare up at me.  I could feel myself getting softer,
slowly slipping out of her as I ran my fingers down both of her upper arms.

   "Comfortable?" I asked as I caressed her

   "Very." she sighed, "But we can't stay like this."

   "Am I hurting you?" I asked, worried that I was cutting off her air
supply or something

   "Not at all." she giggled.  "It's just that if you don't get me to the
bathroom soon, the afterglow is gonna have a golden hue.

   Yep.  She's my kid alright!

   ****

   Four months later we were in the living room, watching TV and relaxing
on the sofa.  In her lap, Zoe had printouts of invoices she was inspecting
for billing errors.  In the other, she had a small weight and continued to
push herself to lift it.

   "Don't strain yourself, baby." I cautioned

   "I won't." she said through gritted teeth.

   "You've really been getting after the exercise lately."

   "I have more of a reason now." she grinned at me

   "Oh?" "Yeah.  <grunt> I really wanna make you cum <grunt> all by myself.

   The phone interrupted my laughter.

   "Sunnyside Home Health." I said, reading the caller ID out-loud

   "Oh." Zoe said, letting her arm fall to the sofa.  She looked worried
and a little scared.  I knew what she was thinking.  A live-in nurse would
really screw up everything we had.

   "Hello?" I answered

   "Hello, Mr.  Jones?"

   "Yes?" "Hi, this is Daisy with Sunnyside Home Health.  We received all
your approvals from the VA finally.  I'm calling to set up your in-home
nurse."

   "Ah." I said, looking at Zoe and smiling.  "You know, we've already made
other arrangements."

   "Really?" she asked, and the surprise in her voice mimicked Zoe's
expression.

   "Yeah." I said, winking at Zoe.  I reached over and gently cupped her
face.  She smiled and rested her head in my hand.  "Yeah, we're doing good
over here."

   The end, for now.


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