Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 13

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'8, 140lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

I woke early in the morning to Orchid's voice in my ear. “Dad? You awake?”

“Uh... y-yeah, you ok?”

“Yeah. Need to go to the bathroom.”

“K, one second, Sweetie.”

I pulled myself sleepily from the bed and moved to the other side. Orchid pulled back the blanket and I sucked in my breath as she revealed her barely-covered body. The nightgown had ridden up, exposing my daughter's pubic hairs. Her legs were slightly parted, just enough to get the hint of her sex between them. She seemed not to notice her nakedness and I helped her slide into the wheelchair.

Dahlia had thought to pick up prescriptions while I had napped the previous day and I gave Orchid a couple of pills and wheeled her to the bathroom. I was lucky that the room was well-positioned for access, and I was able to move the wheelchair next to the toilet. I said, “Uh... what can I do to help?”

She said, “Dahlia helped me move over, then... I can take care of the rest...”

There was a small stool that she'd used to prop her leg nearby, and I moved my daughter from the chair to the toilet. I slid the stool under her cast and turned to leave. Orchid had pulled her nightgown up and I saw her spread her legs.

For just a second, no more, I saw my daughter's naked genitals clearly for the first time. Her pussy looked like that of a young woman, certainly not a little girl. Two somewhat-puffy mounds met under dark pubic hairs, Orchid's pink petals sticking out a bit, swollen, ripe. That one second lasted a lifetime and no time at all. Too quickly, she'd repositioned herself and my daughter's sex was lost from my view.

I moved outside the bathroom but didn't close the door, just stood, hardon raging, the sounds of Orchid's urination splashing out. I replayed the image of my daughter's pussy, wished I could watch her urine flow out of that beautiful flower. I heard her grunt and listened as she moved her bowels. I was so fucking turned on that I almost didn't hear her when she said, “ok, Dad,” and flushed the toilet.

I hesitated a moment, knew my erect penis was threatening to push through the opening in my boxers. I hastily moved my cock and made sure it wasn't going to poke out. I walked into the bathroom and took my daughter's shoulders, held her as she pushed her nightgown back over her privates, and then moved her to the chair.

“Where you want to be, Sweetie?”

“By the pool... I'm hungry, Dad.”

The sunlight was just warming the sky as I wheeled her to the edge of the pool. Orchid looked longingly at the water, and I knew she wished she could jump in. I whipped up eggs and bacon and a small chocolate milkshake and brought her the food. She ate quietly as thoughts of seeing her naked genitals played in my head.

I asked her, “you're gonna need some help for a few days, two things we can do. There's a home health service that can send someone a few times each day to help you with the toilet and cleaning. Or, I can talk my boss into letting me work from home and I'll help you myself. What do you think, Sweetie?”

She never hesitated. “Can you stay home? I don't really want someone else here. I want you here with me, Dad.”

“Ok. I'll see if I can arrange that. Need to make a few phone calls, if you need anything, just ring me, ok?”

“Thanks.”

I called my boss and he agreed to let me work from home. It seems that the buyout deal was in full swing and we were paused on a couple of projects as well. It meant a light week for me and one that I didn't need to be in the office to handle. I told Orchid the good news and she reached out her arms, wanting a hug.

She slept most of the morning and since I had previously gotten the day off, I swam a few laps in the pool and enjoyed a mid-morning gin and tonic. I didn't want to swim while Orchid was awake, that just seemed cruel, but I had to keep myself busy somehow and it felt very refreshing.

I had returned to my mountain property search in the early afternoon, the reality of the buyout deal becoming less a fantasy. I found two more that I liked the look of, both a price I could manage. I called Dahlia at work and let her know how things were going. She sounded very tired but she was alright, and had gotten Friday off so that she and Lily could come back in a few days.

I heard the bell and hung up with Dahlia. Orchid was hurting and in need of her pain pills. She sat back and closed her eyes as I talked to her quietly.

“So... the deal looks like it is coming together. In a few weeks, I'm going to be out of a job. But... if the valuation is right... well, it could be a very interesting summer. Maybe we could travel. Where would you go if you could?”

“The mountains,” she purred.

I smiled, “yeah, me too. But I mean anywhere, really. We'll have the time and money. Where have you always wanted to go?”

She thought a moment as the painkiller kicked in. “Hmm... I dunno. Florida? I've never been to a real beach before.” I was a bit surprised by that, but when I considered it, the only places I'd ever taken her on vacation were in the mountains, and as far as I knew, her mother rarely took her anywhere.

“Florida. Yeah, ok, well, I'll bring the laptop in here for you, do some research, see where you might like to go.”

Orchid smiled, giggled, “cool!”

I smelled her then. My daughter was getting a bit ripe after a day or so without a bath. “Hey... you interested in getting cleaned up and putting on a fresh nightgown?”

“Yeah... I feel kinda icky.”

I wasn't sure exactly what would happen next. I knew she couldn't reach her lower legs, her back, her butt. I didn't know if I should be the one to clean her or not. I buzzed and helped her slide into the wheelchair, pushing her into the bathroom.

“Need to pee first.”

I helped her settle on the toilet, didn't get a close view of her genitals, just the tip of her pubic fur between closed legs. I moved out of the room and waited while she urinated, then joined her again as she flushed. I looked around, tried to figure out what to do next.

Orchid saw my confusion, suggested, “uh... Dahlia had me sit on the stool in the bath tub, foot up on the side while she used a washcloth where I couldn't reach...”

My cock grew hard and I ignored it as I understood, asked my daughter, “Uh... you ok with that? We me washing you up?”

“Yeah, guess so. Don't like being dirty...”

I moved the stool and eased her across and onto it. Orchid's nightgown had again hiked up and as I helped prop her leg, I saw the shadows of her pubes between her legs. I turned to grab a washcloth and soap as she started the bathwater running.

I turned back to one of the biggest thrills in my life.

My daughter had removed her nightgown and sat naked on the stool. Her round, beautiful young breasts were swollen, gorgeous, tight pink nipples tipping the teen's mounds. I stared a moment, my breath caught in my throat. I was thankful my daughter was medicated because she seemed not to notice how my eyes were drawn to her thirteen-year old tits.

I dropped the bar of soap nosily, fumbled to pick it up as she waited. It was all I could do to remember what soap was as my eyes returned over and over to Orchid's breasts.

Orchid was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, seemed to be humming lightly to herself. The pain pills had definitely kicked in as I dropped to my knees and turned off the water. I trembled like a virgin schoolboy as I dipped the washcloth in the water and soaped it up.

Orchid's fur patch rose up above her closed thighs, just barely, just enough to see a few stray hairs above her legs. I brought the soapy cloth to her unbroken leg and slowly wiped it across her flesh. Over and under and around her leg I cleaned and rinsed. Then I moved to the other, tried to be very careful near the cast and kept the movements very gentle and light.

I cleaned her feet, let the washcloth move between her toes, a small giggle escaping her lips every time I wiped across the sensitive flesh on the bottom of her feet. I wasn't sure what to do next.

“Uh... Sweetie, want me to get your back?”

“Sure.”

She leaned forward a bit and turned enough for me to reach her. Orchid's skin was smooth, soft as I wiped on soap and rinsed it away. I pulled her hair to the side and cleaned her neck, let the cloth move around her to the front, wiping under her chin and along the very tops of her breasts. As much as I wanted to go further, I held back.

I washed her lower back, gazed at the lovely crack that was just in my view below. I let my hand rest on her shoulder as I swept the cloth down her butt cheeks, briefly into the part at the top of her ass. I was so fucking turned on that precum was drooling out of my cock.

Again, I was stuck not knowing what to do next. I figured she could get most everywhere else, but I really didn't want to stop touching her, even in such an innocent fashion. “Uh... want me to get your front, Sweetie?”

“K.”

I was so nervous I had a hard time gripping the soap to apply it to the cloth. Orchid turned back to me and once more I stared at her young teen breasts. I wanted to suck them in so badly. Wanted to hear her moan as I teased her nipples. Could almost taste her tender flesh in my mouth.

Instead, I managed to get the cloth soaped up and ran it along the tops of her breasts, then down over her stomach. I intentionally avoided her tits, at first, anyway. Over and around I wiped, she panted lightly, eyes still closed as I soaped and rinsed her abdomen. Her cute little belly-button was so fucking sexy below her naked boobs.

My hands moved on their own as I moved up, sliding the cloth over her right breast. I saw her body tense and she caught her breath. I tried hard to make it innocent, despite my lurid thoughts. I soaped one breast and then the other, her nipples straining as I rinsed away the soap. My daughter's chest was both soft and firm, jiggled and moved somewhat as I ran across her. Her flesh held goosebumps as I gently scrubbed her skin, felt her nipples through the wet fabric. I ran the cloth under each tit, felt her warm skin touch the back of my hand and slide by briefly, sending a vibration through me and making me even more aroused and nervous.

I know I cleaned my daughter's tits for much longer than was needed, but I honestly couldn't stop myself. I wanted to do so much more, wanted to feel them and hear her moan. But I was thrilled to see Orchid so exposed, her body glistening with moisture, her naked thirteen-year old chest so arousing and wonderful.

I let my hand drift lower, back to her stomach, and started to pull back and move away.

Orchid's thighs parted. Just a bit, just enough to see the edges of her labia. They parted a touch further as I paused. My hand slipped lower, washcloth barely in my grasp, and she moved her good leg to the side, showing me everything.

My breath caught in my throat. My hand was only inches from my daughter's genitals. I stared at the arousing, amazing view between Orchid's legs, let my mind race through all the things I wanted to do. I almost dove in and licked her. Almost let my fingers drop the cloth and find her clit. Almost.

But I held back once more, never an easy thing when faced with something you desire so much, someone you love so much and want to make feel so wonderful.

I trembled harder as my hand slid down, wondered if my daughter could feel my nervousness. I knew Orchid could have done this on her own, but she hadn't stopped me, hadn't suggested I was done. She leaned back as the cloth touched her pubic hairs, scooted forward, parted her thighs wide. For a moment, Orchid's labia stayed together, stuck and closed, light hairs not fully covering her vulva.

I held still as her petals parted and her sex swelled ever so slightly. Just a bit, just a young woman's body becoming aroused. I knew it, was sure of it. Orchid was turned on by me cleaning her body. Her clit poked hard from under her fleshy hood, partially obscured by the dark hairs. God, I wanted her so badly in that moment.

I managed to move again, let the cloth move down, over her pubes and against her genitals. Orchid sighed and caught herself. Sighed again as I stroked through her crotch once more. The cloth fell away a bit and the edge of my finger slid through her slit. I knew she felt it, the heat from her sex like fire on my cool skin. Her eyes still closed, she bit her lip and stopped what I imagined was going to be a moan.

I was incredibly turned on, but also very conflicted. My daughter was on painkillers, injured, not herself. She was exposed, vulnerable, so, so naked to my eyes, to my hands. I wiped again, let my finger press against her slit and felt my daughter's hard clit press back.

I brushed past her anus, managed to wipe her with soap and rinse her genitals. She seemed to realize what had been going on. Her eyes flipped open, dilated, her mouth parted slightly. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard and straining, just like her clit. She sat up slowly, closed her legs, causing my hand to fall away from her crotch. I rinsed the washcloth, unsure what the hell to do. I grew scared when she didn't say anything, just glanced at me and then away.

I started to feel horrible. I'd taken advantage of my daughter when she most needed help. I knew it, knew she knew it, tried not to give in to the nausea growing inside me.

She closed her legs fully, then smiled a little. “Thanks... uh, thanks, Dad... ok... I'm good now. Can you get me a clean nightgown?”

I stammered, “y-yeah... uh, s-sure... second...”

My legs didn't work too well as I stood too quickly and nearly stumbled into the wall. I braced myself a second, looked back at Orchid and couldn't help breaking a smile.

She blushed, tried to grow a little smaller as she seemed to realize how exposed her naked flesh was to her father. I rounded up the nightgown and set it aside until she dried off. I tried not to be so obvious as I watched her breasts move and sway while she dried, watched her pubes glisten as she patted them with the towel.

I got the nightgown over her head and felt sorrow that Orchid's beautiful body had been so covered. I got her back in the chair and wheeled her back to her bedroom where she wanted to sleep for a while.

I tucked her in and kissed her cheek, said, “Love you, Orchid. Ring me if you need anything.”

“K... thanks, Dad... will you... sleep in here with me again tonight?”

“Love to. I'll be in later, ok?”

“K...”

I had barely closed her door before I had my penis in my hand, stroking rapidly. I let all the sensations of washing my daughter's body flood through me, images of her naked young tits and pussy filled me with thrilling buzz. I stroked for no more than twenty seconds before I fired a hot load into my pants, ejaculating strongly and trying to be quiet as I came. I could hear Orchid snoring in her room by the time my cock rested and leaked the last drops of my semen.

I collapsed on the couch for awhile, completely overwhelmed by what I'd experienced. I was so turned on by my daughter's nude body, by briefly touching her genitals, that I quickly masturbated myself to a second orgasm, this time letting the cum fly onto the tile floor, imagined I was spurting onto Orchid's pussy, imagined I was filling her with my incestuous seed.

I crawled into bed with her later, wrapped my arm around her, and let my mind drift to thoughts of my daughter's lovely flesh, saw her nipples over and over, let the light graze of her labia play against on my fingers. I was in heaven as I fell asleep holding Orchid, and though I don't recall my dreams, I woke up several times with my cock hard and dripping precum.