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I got up early, dressed, checked in on my beautiful 16-year-old daughter (still sleeping at 6:00 AM; it was summer break and she liked to sleep in a little), and headed for work. The down economy was really hitting the construction industry; those of us who survived the layoffs at the small plate glass company where I worked were diligent about showing up early, working late, and making ourselves appear indispensable. That's just what I was doing three hours later - appearing indispensable while Tim Hastings, the company President, talked to the shop foreman. One of our shop guys was busily laying out work for a non-existent job, another was going through the last three month's work orders (a depressingly small list), and I was inventorying the stacks, where we stored the crates of tempered glass. We all knew there was nothing going on and more layoffs were coming; none of us wanted to look idle. Hastings and the foreman were about 10 feet away from me, and I was straining to hear what was being discussed. It sounded like there might be some government contracts coming, which would be a godsend for us. That was when all hell broke loose. Tempered glass is treated so that when it breaks, it shatters into little squarish pieces rather than large pointy shards. It's much safer, but tempered glass can also have a lot of stress in the sheet. Sometimes, if the sheet of glass has a flaw in it, the stress can cause the sheet to explode; if the sheet is still in the case, the whole case can go. It's something every glazier has encountered; sometimes it's just a (very expensive) mess to clean up, other times it can be dangerous. The case that blew was on the upper rack of the stack, and it blew with enough force that the case flew apart. The case was right above where Hastings and the foreman stood. I didn't even think; I dove forward and shoved them out of the way. And then my world went dark. *** "Now remember, young lady, if there's anything you need, anything at all, you have my private number." "Yes, Mr. Hastings, I have it right here." "Just make sure he gets better. All the time off he needs, full pay, he's got it. Medical bills, they come to me. And if there's anything else..." "I've got your private number." "Yes, exactly. Okay. Well, and tell him I said... Tell him I said thank you. That's so inadequate, but..." "I'll tell him, sir. Thank you." The door closed. I was laying propped up on the sofa, eyes closed, head spinning. It was the day after the accident. I stayed at the hospital overnight for observation, but I hate hospitals and got grudging approval from the doctor to check myself out. My left wrist and right shoulder were broken, three ribs were cracked, and I had a moderate concussion. My left arm was in a cast from fingertips to almost my elbow; my right arm was immobilized from my shoulder to elbow - they left me the use of my right hand, but I could only reach from my navel to my chin. I was still on heavy- duty pain meds, and was drifting in and out of consciousness. "Oh, Daddy, what am I going to do with you?" I opened my eyes to see my daughter, Julie, standing over me. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail; her green eyes sparkled with forming tears as she looked down at me. "Daddy, I've been so worried. Why did you have to..." Her voice stopped as she choked back a sob. "Hastings... He would have..." I couldn't keep my thoughts straight long enough to complete a sentence, but I got enough out. "Yeah, I know, he would have died. Everyone told me that. But Daddy, YOU could have died!" "No... never... leave you... alone... Take care of... baby girl." It was something I said to her when her mother had died 9 years ago. She had clung to me so hard the day of the funeral, and made me promise to never leave her alone. And I had, meaning every word. "I'll never leave you alone. I'll always take care of my baby girl." I repeated the promise from time to time, when she was in pain or stressed out. The words usually comforted her, but now they made her cry. She dropped to her knees and carefully laid her head on my chest, not wanting to cause any pain. I carefully placed my left arm on her back, trying to comfort her with my cast. After a few seconds, she straightened up. "Um, thanks, Daddy, but the cast kind of hurts." She smiled at me as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I guess it's baby girl's turn to take care of my Daddy hero." *** "Uh, Julie? I... I need your help." It was the next morning, and I was discovering just how big of an impact my injuries were having. "Daddy? Where..." The bathroom door opened part way, and my savior stuck her head in. "Daddy, what are you doing?" "Um, trying to go to the bathroom. But I can't undo my pants. Or my belt. Or anything else. But look, I lifted the lid. With my foot." It seemed a silly accomplishment, but I was still proud of it. "And I think I can probably flush it when I'm done." "Oh, Daddy..." She open the door the rest of the way and came in. I had obviously called her when she was getting dressed, as all she had on were her bra and panties. She did her own shopping these days and usually did the laundry, so I hadn't noticed when she changed from the plain cotton panties and bras I used to get her. These were lacy and totally grown up, and for the first time I realized that my baby girl was becoming a beautiful young woman, with perfect curves, well-proportioned breasts, nice hips flaring out below a flat stomach. Whoa, Bill, I said to myself. This is Julie, your daughter! Stop leering at her! Don't look at how the bra holds her full breasts, how her hips sway as she walks towards you. Don't try to guess the size - C-cups, at least. Don't stare down into her luscious cleavage as she loosens your belt. Don't notice how her firm tits jiggle as she unbuttons and unzips your pants. Don't think about how her soft lips would feel on your hardening cock. She was saying something to me, looking up at my face. I tore my eyes away and shook my head. "Sorry, sweetie, I'm still a little out of it from the pain pills. What did you say?" "I said, can you take it from here or do you need more help?" She looked concerned. Did she know what I was thinking? Where I was looking? "Oh." Her hands we still holding the front of my pants open. Looking past her face, her breasts, I could see my underpants shifting as my cock continued to stiffen. "Um, I think I can handle it from here." Handle your tits, my drug-addled mind screamed. Handle my cock. "Okay, Daddy, I'll give you your privacy. Let me know if you need anything else." She stretched up to kiss me on the cheek. As she did, she let go of my pants, letting them drop to the floor. My cock tented my boxers, and then was trapped between our bodies as she pressed hers against mine for a brief hug, her breasts mashed against my chest. She looked up at me with concern written across her face, then she walked out, shutting the door behind her. "Shit," I muttered. "I was seconds away for molesting my daughter." I thought I was saying it with disgust, but there was a hint of frustration in my voice. I managed to hook my left thumb (the only usable digit I had that could reach past my belt line) in the waistband of my boxers, and gingerly pulled them down. My cock sprang up rigid in front of me, a lewd 7" testament to my perverse desires. I managed to press it down to where it looked like it was aimed at the toilet bowl, but then it slipped and I ended up peeing all over the place. Once my bladder emptied, the swelling began to go down until my cock was flaccid again, dripping into my pants and boxers that were around my ankles. I bent down to pull them up and almost fell over. I tried to squat to grab them, but couldn't get a grip with just my thumb. My shoulder and wrist were throbbing, my ribs were beginning to. I stood there in a pool of pee, naked from the waist down. I sighed. "Julie?" *** "Okay, ground rules." I was sitting on the sofa, wearing nothing but gym shorts. Julie stood in front of me, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Her face was sweaty after cleaning up my mess. "First, no going to the bathroom by yourself. I don't want to clean up something like that every time." "I'm sorry, sweetie. But I just couldn't aim it." "Then I will." I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off. "Daddy, let's be realistic. I'm going to have to help you with everything. I've already seen your... your penis. I'm going to have to help you with your pants when you go. When you go poop, I'm going to have to wipe your butt. I'll have to bathe you - probably sooner than later, since you kind of stink." She paused, then smiled. "You did all of this for me when I was little. I can do it for you now." Even though the pain meds were kicking in, I was lucid enough to see the logic in what she said. I nodded my assent. "One more thing," she said. "No secrets between us. The doctors said these pain pills can have side effects - hallucinations, impaired judgment, behavior changes, all sorts of things. And they said the effects could be intensified by the concussion. They told me to keep my eyes open and let them know if I see anything bad happening. So I need to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling. You have to be completely 100% honest with me. And to be fair, I swear I'll be 100% open and honest with you. Okay? Do you swear, Daddy?" I nodded again. "I swear, Julie." "So what are you feeling, Daddy?" "Tired." The pills were definitely kicking in. I closed my eyes and shifted on the sofa. I felt hands on my ankles as Julie helped me swing my legs up. A pillow propped up my wrist. Soft lips touched my forehead. "Sleep well, Daddy. I'll never leave you alone. I'll always take care of my Daddy hero." I felt her begin to draw her hand away from my chest. Then I felt warm breath on my ear. "Daddy? Can you still hear me?" "Hmmm..." I was floating between worlds. "When I hugged you earlier, was your... penis hard?" "Mmmm, hard cock." A pause. "What were you thinking about then, when I hugged you?" As I drifted off completely to sleep, I heard my voice say "Fucking." *** "How are you feeling, Daddy?" "Better." I opened my eyes slowly. Julie seemed to be standing exactly where she had been when I laid down. If I didn't know better, I'd swear no time had passed. "Good. You slept about six hours. I made you some soup. You haven't eaten since you got home from the hospital. Do you need to go to the bathroom before you eat?" Yes, I did, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. "Um..." Julie smiled indulgently. "Okay, that's a 'yes.' Come on, Daddy." She carefully helped me to my feet, and led me down the hall to the bathroom. "Number 1 or number 2." "Uh, one. I haven't eaten anything solid since the accident." "One it is." She lifted the toilet lid and seat, and positioned me in front of the toilet. She took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" "Julie, you don't have to do this." She grinned. "What are my options, cleaning up another huge mess? No thanks. Okay, Daddy, here we go." Her hands gripped the waistband of my gym shorts and gently pulled them down. Thankfully, I had somehow avoided getting hard during all of this; in fact, it was drawn up a little as if it were cold - nerves, I guess. Then my daughter hesitantly reached out her hand and wrapped it around my cock. Her touch sent a shock through my system; it was so surprising that I involuntarily gasped. "Daddy, are you okay? Am I hurting you?" "No, sweetie. It's just... well, nobody's touched me there since your mother died, apart from me. I guess I just forgot how that felt." "Daddy..." "Yeah, I know, but I just haven't met anyone that I was interested in that way, and that I thought would be a good role model for you." I was babbling; I do that when I'm nervous. "Daddy, I just..." "Want me to be happy? But Julie, I couldn't be happy unless I knew you were too. To me, that's the most important thing." "Daddy, listen!" she yelled. I stopped and looked at her. "Okay, don't get me wrong, your lack of a sex life is absolutely thrilling, and we can talk about it later if you want. But now, are you going to pee, or are you going to stand here with your sweet, innocent daughter holding your penis all day?" I looked down to her hand guiltily. My cock was still flaccid, but looked like it had filled a little and wasn't as drawn up as it had been. I mumbled "sorry", and concentrated on peeing. Which, of course, didn't work. I tried squeezing my bladder, but that just made the cock flex. Which made Julie draw her hand back like it had been bit. "Whoa, what happened? It... moved!" "Sorry, I was trying to go. Sometimes guys sort of freeze up when there are other people around. I'm not exactly used to having my daughter hold my cock, you know." She grinned. "Some would say that's a good thing." She reached for it again, then stopped. "Hey, is it, um, bigger?" "Uh, yeah. When it's cold, or I'm nervous, it can sort of shrink. Eventually, it goes back to its normal size." "Is it normal for it to kind of stick out like that?" I looked and saw the I now had the beginnings of an erection. As we watched, it grew a bit longer with a small jerk. "Hey, I saw it that time. It's growing." She reached out and touched it again, feeling it jerk and grow harder. "That it so cool." "Um, Julie, honey, I don't think I'm going to pee right now. Why don't we go get that soup?" She ignored me, staring at my cock. She released it, and it stood on its own, now almost to its full 7" size. "Wow..." She lightly ran her fingers along its length. I closed my eyes and moaned in spite of myself. "Daddy, did I..." "No, baby, it's fine. Feels good." Her fingers returned to my cock, lightly stroking it. Then she slid one finger over the tip. "It's wet there, Daddy. Is that pee?" "No, Julie, it's not pee. It's..." I wanted to use a technical term, something that didn't seem lewd. But I couldn't come up with one. "It's pre-cum, sweetie. It's something that men do before they cum." "Are you going to cum, Daddy?" Surprise was in her voice. "Yes, Julie, if you keep doing that." "Doing this, Daddy?" Excitement was starting to creep into her voice. He fingers resumed running lightly up and down my length. "Yes, sweetie. Wrap your fingers around it. Now, start to stroke up and down it. Oh, yes, that's good. That's the way. Oh, yeah, I'm going to cum, sweetheart." I opened my eyes and looked down. Julie was sitting on the toilet in front of me, staring at my cock as she jerked me off. It was pointed right at her chest, and I could feel the pressure building in my balls. "Julie," I said, intending to warn her. She looked up at me and our eyes met; I was struck silent by the unconditional love I saw in hers. And then it happened. A rope of sticky white cum shot out of my cock and hit my daughter's chest. She broke eye contact with me and stared at my cock as another rope joined the first. She adjusted the aim, as if wanting to see more, and the third rope grazed her chin and stuck in her hair. The next one hit her cheek, and ran down to the corner of her mouth. At that point she dropped my cock, letting the last few pulses dribble out. As she looked back up to me, her tongue darted out and licked a bit of cum off her cheek. "Wow, Daddy, that was... Daddy? Daddy!" The world was spinning. I didn't so much faint as collapse. Fortunately Julie was quick; she jumped up and grabbed me before I fell, preventing me from re-injuring my arm or shoulder. Leaning heavily on her, we managed to make it down the hall to my bedroom, where she helped me lie down on my bed. "Sorry, sweetie, just so weak..." "You need something to eat. I'll be right back." She was gone less than a minute, returning with a large mug. "Here, this is some warm broth. The doctor said you should be able to handle this for now." She sat on the bed, put the straw in my mouth. "Now, drink." It was exactly what I needed, and tasted better than the finest single-malt scotch. As I drank, my daughter watched me closely to make sure I was okay. I was watching her, for much the same reason. What happened in the bathroom was a mistake, and I didn't want it to damage our relationship. We needed to put it behind us, forget that it happened. And that was going to be difficult, especially since my lovely daughter's tongue kept darting out to lick my cum. "More?" Without realizing, I had finished the mug. I smiled and nodded weakly. Julie jumped up and ran from the room, and was back in a minute with it full. It only took another couple minutes for me to empty it. "Good job, Daddy. I'll be right back, just want to clean all this up." The soup did wonders for me - the room had stopped spinning, and I was resting more comfortably than I had since coming home from the hospital. My shoulder was aching something awful, but not bad enough to require more meds. I was thinking clearly for the moment, which meant that I was going over what just happened in the bathroom. I felt extremely guilty about it - a father just shouldn't have those kind of thoughts or engage in that kind of activity with his daughter. At the same time, I thought back to what she had said. She was going to be taking care of me and my needs for at least six weeks, which was when the cast on my left wrist was scheduled to come off. My every need, as she had outlined. And having a beautiful young woman in contact with my genitals, well, erections are bound to happen from time to time. Julie didn't seem traumatized by the incident, and I should be able to control myself for a while. I resolved to discuss the matter with Julie when the time seemed right. I had just gotten to this decision when Julie walked back in the room, wearing her bra and panties and carrying her pillow, a towel and some clothes. "Okay, the kitchen and bathroom are cleaned up, and a load of laundry is ready to go. I'm going to take a quick shower, and then I've got some shopping to do. But first, let's get you situated." She placed the pillow on my naked lap, and then placed the phone and remote for my bedroom TV on it. "Now, can you reach those with your right hand okay?" After a little adjusting, moving the pillow up onto my belly a bit more, I was able to reach both devices. "Okay, good. I'm going to use your bathroom; it's closer than the other one. I'll leave the door open. Just holler if you need anything." My bathroom was pretty large; on one wall it had a double sink with plenty of counter space and a counter- to-ceiling mirror. The opposite wall had the toilet and a Jacuzzi tub. And the entire far end was a large shower with a clear glass surround. The wall opposite the shower, next to the door, had a floor-to-ceiling mirror on it. It was designed to feel open and spacious, and had been one of my wife's favorite rooms in the house. But today, I discovered something else about that bathroom. From the bed, with the door open, the mirrors provided a perfect view of the shower, sink and tub areas. I watched as my daughter turned on the water for the shower, then stripped off her bra and panties. From my vantage point, I could see how her breasts barely sagged without the support, sitting firm and proud on her chest. I saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair, just a small V above her mound. I saw her smooth round ass, her gently flared hips, and for all the guilt I was feeling at secretly ogling my daughter, I could not tear my eyes away from her exquisite beauty. Then she looked in the mirror, right into my eyes. "You okay out there, Daddy?" I nodded mutely, and she smiled. "Okay, let me know if you need anything." It was her gentle way to let me know that she knew I could see her, and it was okay. Then she got in the shower and washed herself, cleaning the remains of my spunk off her face and hair, and I watched every moment of it. By the time she was done and toweling off, I was quite hard again, and thanked God for the pillow covering my lap. She grinned at me in the mirror as she toweled her hair, which caused her breasts to jiggle tantalizingly. "Looks like you're feeling better, Daddy." I smiled back. "Yes, the soup helped a lot. I guess I was kind of pale." "Yeah, your color is better, too." She hung up the towel, picked up her clothes, and walked naked into the bedroom. I started to object, but stopped myself - how was this any different than watching her in the mirror? She walked over to the bed, leaned over and kissed me on the forehead; I drunk in her clean, fresh smell and the view of her breasts right in front of my face. She quickly pulled on a t-shirt, panties, shorts and sandals. "I'm going to run out to the store. I shouldn't be gone long. You've got the TV remote and the phone - call my cell if you need me. Do you need anything before I go? A pain pill? Anything?" Yes, I thought, another hand job. But I said "No, I think I'm okay. I'm aching some, but it's manageable. I'll probably need something when you get back." "Okay, Daddy." She leaned over and kissed me again, this time on the mouth - a standard, chaste father-daughter kiss. "Oh, and thank you for the compliment." She was out of the room before I could ask what she meant. Then I looked to get the TV remote, and saw the head of my still-erect penis sticking up over the side of the pillow. *** "Daddy, I'm home!" It was about an hour later. In that time I had thought about what was happening, how my relationship with my daughter was changing. I knew I was starting to view my daughter in a sexual light, and I didn't want to go any further. At the same time, I was confused by her apparent lack of concern over the situation. I knew I was currently unable to take care of myself, and would be for several weeks to come. A certain amount of intimate contact would be unavoidable. What I needed to do, I decided, was establish some ground rules. Julie came into the room with several large bags. "Okay, I got some more soup, crackers, bread, applesauce; all the stuff on the doctor's list for the first few days. And I got you some other stuff." "Julie, before you start on that, we need to talk about, um, what happened. Earlier. In the bathroom." "Oh." Julie put down the bags and sat on the edge of the bed. "Listen, Daddy, I've been thinking about that. And I know that's not the sort of thing that usually goes on between a father and daughter. But, it's okay. Like I said, I'm going to have to help you with everything. And sometimes, everything may mean, well..." "Julie, sweetheart, thank you for understanding, but it's still wrong. A father shouldn't react like that, be turned on by his own daughter. I need to..." "You were turned on by me? Really?" She looked at me with wide, beseeching eyes. I smiled in spite of myself. "A man would have to be dead not to be turned on by you. You've grown into a beautiful, sexy young woman. Yes, you definitely turn me on." I spoke a little more emphatically that I intended. A grin split her face for a moment. "Thank you, Daddy. A girl likes to hear things like that." She blushed, and then continued. "But look, we're not really in a normal father-daughter relationship right now. Daughters don't normally see their fathers naked, and fathers don't normally, well, get hard around their daughters. Okay, fine. "So how about this: when we're just talking, or eating, or watching TV and stuff, you're still my Daddy. But when you need help, you're my patient, and I'm your caregiver. And when I'm taking care of you, things like that are going to happen, natural things, human things. And as your caregiver," she said, looking me in the eyes, "I will take care of that, too. Okay?" I try to blame the pain meds, but I wasn't on any at the moment. I try to blame the pain, but it wasn't too bad just then. I try to blame the concussion, or hunger, or any of a hundred other things. But the fact is, at that moment, that was exactly the answer I wanted to hear. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a fiction. I knew it would lead to places I, we, shouldn't go. But I wanted it just the same, with every fiber of my being. So I smiled and said "Okay. You're the doctor. I am in your hands." That got me a squeal, a gentle but enthusiastic hug, and another kiss. Then Julie hopped off the bed, which caused me to wince in pain. "Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I mean, 'patient'. Here, let me get you a pill, then I'll get things set up and let you rest." After giving me a pain pill, she helped me to the bathroom where I emptied my bladder. I avoided the holding-the-penis issue by sitting down; no mess apart from some dripping when I stood. After I was laying on the bed again, she began setting up her purchases. The first two were utilitarian: a breakfast-in-bed tray to replace her pillow, and an insulated smoothie cup with a lid and long straw that I could drink from without too much trouble. Next, she pulled out a small silver bell. "This is to call me if you need me, so you don't have to yell. But," she said with a stern face, "only when you legitimately NEED me. Abuse will be severely punished." She tried to look stern, but a grin was trying to take over her face. "Hey, who's the parent here?" I joked. "So what kind of punishment are we talking? I'm already grounded." She grinned, then raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, well you'll just have to find that out the hard way. Okay, last item" She reached into a bag from a local men's store, and pulled out a blue silk handkerchief, the kind worn in suit pockets. "I thought about a washcloth or towel, but I figured my Daddy, I mean 'patient', needs to be pampered." I wasn't getting it. "What's that for?" "Your modesty, Daddy. I know you're kind of uncomfortable being naked all the time." Actually, I had grown used to it, but I didn't interrupt. "But it's easier if you don't have pants on right now. So I figured we could cover you up with this when you're lying down. And it's silk, so it should feel good." She draped the handkerchief over my groin, and then tucked it in slightly around my cock and balls. She was right, it did feel good, as evidenced by the swelling that began almost instantly. "Nice to see you approve," she grinned, her hand resting on the flimsy material over my cock. Desperately, I tried to change the subject. There were still a couple bags on the floor. "What's in that bag, from the movie rental place?" "Oh, um, just some movies," she said, turning and removing her hand. "I meant to leave those in the living room. I thought you might want to watch one later. But you look kind of sleepy now. Why don't you just rest a bit? I'll check in on you later." And with that, she gathered up the bags and left the room. Gingerly, I picked up the bell and gave it a shake. I heard the bags drop in the hall, and she was back in the room. "Yes? What is it, Daddy?" She looked at me lying on the bed, in no obvious distress. A stern look once again filled her face. "This wasn't a test, was it? That would constitute abuse..." "No, no, this is legitimate. You forgot to kiss me when you left." She appeared to mull it over. "Yes, I suppose a kiss is a legitimate use of the bell. You escape punishment this time. And since it was a clear dereliction of duty on my part, you get a special kiss." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, harder and longer than normal. After an initial shock, I started to respond, but she broke it off as my mouth began to open. "Now you rest, Daddy." She left the room, taking one last look at the blue silk tent in my lap. *** "Yes, Daddy?" Julie looked flushed and was breathing kind of hard. When I woke up, I thought I heard the TV in the living room; she must have run down the hall when I rang the bell. "Um, sweetie, I need to go to the bathroom again. And then can I have some crackers or something?" "Oh, yeah, of course!" She moved the tray and handkerchief, helped me to my feet, and guided me to the bathroom. Before I could move to sit down, however, she raised the seat and positioned me standing in front of the toilet. Then she took my cock in her hand and aimed it at the bowl. I concentrated at the task at hand, and was surprised that a good stream issued forth after just a few seconds. I looked at Julie; she was watching me pee intently, and seemed slightly disappointed that it was working. Soon, it was just a dribble, then drops. "You have to shake it a little." They were the first words I had spoken since we came into the bathroom. Julie shook, and then stroked it a few times. It started to swell a little; at that she smiled and let it go. She grinned up at me. "Just wanted to make sure he still liked me," she said. I barely registered her words. Her hand on my cock had been different this time. Earlier this morning (was it still just today?), I had to talk her through the motions. This time, she almost seemed practiced, even skilled. She helped me get settled back on the bed, and left to make dinner. She was back shortly with soup and crackers for two. The tray served as our table; she sat between my legs, facing me. She kept stealing glances down at my "modesty", which just happened to be right next to her napkin. I managed to keep from getting another full erection only through sheer will power; even semi-erect, I could feel pre-cum leaking out the tip. "All done, Daddy?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. Despite the sexual tension I was feeling, it had been a thoroughly enjoyable dinner, with Julie alternating between feeding me and herself. We even tried allowing me to feed myself; the resulting mess caused us to agree that I wasn't ready for that yet. Julie was smiling at me as she reached down to get her napkin. As you can probably guess, she grabbed the handkerchief instead. In the middle was a dark spot, where by pre-cum had been leaking. And of course, that was what she used to wipe her mouth. "Mmmm, that was good," she said. Then she noticed what she had in her hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, Daddy, I made a mess of it. I'll go wash it." She dropped it on the tray and took it away. She was back a few minutes later. "I hand washed it, but it will take awhile to dry." She stifled a yawn. "So, what do you want to do now, Daddy?" I looked at the clock - 11:30 PM. "Oh, Julie, I'm sorry, I didn't know how late it was. You need your rest too. Let's just call it a night, okay?" "Okay." She got up and left the room; I heard her locking doors and turning out lights. A minute later she came back in the room. She walked to the other side of the bed, and started undressing. "Julie, what are you doing?" She paused as she was pulling off her panties. "Daddy, you don't think I'm going to sleep any further away from you than absolutely necessary, do you? What if you need me during the night? No, I'm sleeping next to my patient." She finished striping, turned off the lights, and crawled naked into bed next to me. She snuggled up under my left arm, pressing her body against me, my cast on her back, her hand on my stomach. "Good night, Daddy. I love you," she murmured, and was asleep. A frustrating hour later, so was I. *** "Mmmmmm..." I was having the most wonderful dream: a beautiful woman was giving me an incredible hand job. Her hand moved slowly, rhythmically up and down my shaft. I could feel her hot breath; every so often her tongue would flick out and lick the head. It felt so good, so real... "Mmmmm Daddy..." My daughter's voice invaded my dream. I awoke to see my daughter's tongue flick over the head of my cock as she stroked the shaft. My eyes grew wide. "Julie..." She looked up at me. "Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I wanted you to be awake for this." Then she turned her head and slid my cock into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, and she began to suck me off, sliding her head up and down. "Oh, Julie, this isn't..." The words stopped as my mind was awash with sensations. I could already feel the cum boiling in my balls. "Oh my God, Julie, I'm going to cum!" In one smooth move, she slid my cock out of her mouth and started stroking it as she aimed it for her chest. My seed erupted from my cock and landed on her chest, coating her erect nipples, running down between her firm breasts. She kept stroking me as my orgasm subsided, catching the last few drops in her hand. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she moved her hands to her breasts, running her fingers through my cum. She drew little circles around her nipples, trailing jism behind her fingers. As she stood, she caught the cum running down towards her belly with her hand, scooped it up, and brought her hand to her mouth. "Mmmmm," she said again as she licked her hand tentatively. "That tastes kinda good. I won't have to make such a mess next time." She slurped the cum into her mouth, wiped some more off her body, and licked her hand clean. As she did this, she looked at me playfully. Then she leaned over me, and kissed me as she had the night before, but this time open-mouthed. I felt her tongue touch mine, and tasted my cum in her mouth. "I'll go make your breakfast now, Daddy," she whispered. "I just had mine." *** "Julie, wait." She was feeding me oatmeal for breakfast. I had been trying to talk to her since she came back to the bedroom, but she had dodged my questions by keeping the spoonfuls coming. She put down the spoon. "Okay, before you say anything, I was just doing my job. It was so hard when I woke up this morning, and I wanted to take care of that for you. But I wanted you to enjoy it, and I figured you needed to be awake for that, so I waited. And I didn't want to make a big mess on you, because that would be harder to clean up, so I figured you could make your mess on me. Then I can just take a shower." Maybe it was some effect of the pain pill she gave me with breakfast. Or maybe it was because she was sitting opposite me again, between my legs, nude, with my dried cum on her chest. She was sitting cross-legged this time; I could see her pink slit winking at me as she moved. All of this seemed to conspire against me; her explanation sounded perfectly reasonable. "Okay," I said, "but what about... with your... You gave me a blow job, sweetheart." She looked worried. "Was it okay?" "It was fantastic," I said, the words slipping out before I could think. "That's not the point. How... where did you learn to do that? Have you been seeing some boy I don't know about?" "Oh my God, Daddy, no! I swear, I've never done that before... I, well, kinda lied yesterday. When I went to the movie store, it wasn't to get movies for us to watch together. I got some from the adult section. And I kinda studied a couple yesterday afternoon and practiced a little bit. I mean, I wanted to make you feel good, to take care of you. And I figured you'd get tired of my hand. And then I was so excited by what I saw in the movies, I couldn't wait to try it. And when I woke up this morning and saw your beautiful cock, I couldn't wait to suck you off." My brain was pretty scrambled this early in the morning. The only thing I could think to say was "Adult movies? But you're only 16." "Daddy, I'm a pretty girl. They're not going to check my ID. They're more concerned with boys my age." My brain must have really been scrambled; again, this sounded perfectly reasonable. "Okay, but how did you practice?" "Oh! I got some bananas at the store yesterday. Um, I have to get some more now, though. The ones from yesterday are kinda mushed." An image of my daughter came to mind: her naked in the living room, porn on the TV, a banana sliding in and out her mouth. All to please me. A smile crept across my face. "Come here," I said gently. She moved the tray to the floor, and lay on top of me, our faces inches from each other. I couldn't move my right arm enough to keep it from being trapped between us; it ended up between her breasts. I clumsily put my left arm around her. She had her knees outside my waist; my still-satisfied cock could feel something warm and inviting above it. "Thank you," I said, and I kissed her deeply. Our mouths opened, I felt her tongue tentatively explore my mouth. I let her take the lead, not wanting to rush her. She broke the kiss after a minute, far sooner than I wanted. "Um, Daddy?" She sat up, which had the effect of pushing her pussy against my cock. I felt it start to respond. "I hate to break the mood, but you really stink." The inflation of my cock stopped instantly. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to give you a bath." She slid off my lap and walked into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she started the water; as she waited for it to warm up, she blew kisses to me in the mirror, shaking her breasts. "Hey, Daddy? What words do you like to use? Breasts? Boobs? Tits? And how about pussy? Or do you like cunt better?" "Um, I guess I like the words pussy and tits." "I like cock. Well, I mean the word. Oh my God, that made me sound so slutty!" We both laughed. "Daddy? Do you like my tits?" "Yes, sweetheart, I do. You have perfect tits." Beaming, she stepped into the shower. She rinsed down, and then soaped up, running the bar over her perfect tits. She kept looking in the mirror, making sure I was watching; one time as she ran her hands over her sudsy nipples, she blew me a kiss. I blew one back. She faced me in the mirror, her hands slowly working their way down over her belly. They met at her pussy, and slowly started to scrub. She opened her legs a bit wider, the scrubbing motion becoming a circular one. She leaned against the back wall of the shower and spread her legs wider. One hand held her pussy lips open, the other worked on her clit. Her breathing grew heavier; her eyes never left mine. Then they got very wide, and then closed as she moaned; she slid two fingers up into her pussy and her hips began bucking, an orgasm washing over her. Two emotions fought in my mind as I watched my little girl cum: wanton lust, and fear that she would slip and injure herself. Somehow she kept her feet under her as the orgasm slowed. She took a moment to catch her breath, opened her eyes and grinned at me, then rinsed herself off. She opened the shower door, picked up a bowl and filled it with warm water. Then she turned off the shower, picked up a bottle and washcloth, and came out of the bathroom still dripping, the cool air making her wet nipples hard and crinkly. She put the items on the side table, and kissed me deeply. "Thank you, Daddy. It's never been like that before. Knowing you were watching just made it so intense." Then she looked down my body, bent again, and kissed my engorged cock on the tip. "Your turn will come later," she said to it. Then she had me stand, and began to bathe me, wetting me with the washcloth, applying some of the body wash, and working it to a lather. She went a couple times to get fresh water, and brought a towel for me to stand on as she rinsed me off. Kneeling in front of me as she cleaned my legs, her head was even with my hard cock. Again, she kissed the tip and said, "Your turn comes later." I groaned in frustration, which got a smile from my daughter. In the corner of my mind, a voice wondered at how far I had come; yesterday, I was concerned about my daughter even seeing my cock; now I was anxious for her to suck it. A few minutes later, the bath was done, and Julie had toweled me dry. "Okay, Daddy, lie down on the bed." She didn't have to ask twice; I was back on the bed, legs spread, in an instant. She chuckled at how quickly I complied. "I saw this in one of the movies," she said. She went to the foot of the bed and began crawling up it, catlike, her eyes locked with mine. She crawled up until she was even with my cock, then she stuck her tongue out and gave one long lick from balls to tip, Then she smoothly sucked it into her eager mouth, her eyes still locked with mine. Whoever made that movie, I wanted to give them a million dollars. I had come often and recently enough that I didn't feel the urge to shoot early; instead, I could lie back and enjoy my daughter's ministrations. She applied the perfect amount of suction, stopping every once in a while to swirl her tongue over the tip or along the bottom and sides. Finally she let my cock slip from her mouth as she began to kiss her way up my body. I assumed that she needed to take a break, and that was fine with me. But I was wrong. As her mouth reached my nipples, her breasts enveloped my cock. She reached down and held them together; bracing her weight on my hips, her saliva providing enough lubrication for my cock to slide smoothly between her tits. The sight of my cockhead appearing between her beautiful mounds was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I managed to hold on. After a minute or so, she continued her climb up my body. Our lips and tongues met and danced in a kiss that was definitely not between father and daughter, but between lovers. She continued to move up, bringing her breasts to my mouth, and I sucked and nibbled her nipples, licking her flesh as I moved from one tit to the other. Then she lowered herself down and kissed me again, even deeper than before. I felt her hand snaked down between us and grab my cock, stroking it slowly. Then moist warmth touched its tip, and slowly engulfed it with exquisite tightness. Julie broke our kiss. "Oh, God, you feel so good, Daddy." She sat up, and I looked down to where my cock was disappearing into my daughter. Something, some last semblance of decency, cried out to be heard. "Julie..." "Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you're my first," she said as the final inch of my cock slid into her. "Your first?" Confusion and concern overcame decency; I hadn't felt any sort of resistance. Had I hurt my little girl somehow? "Julie, you're a virgin?" She gently rocked her hips. "I guess so, yeah. I mean, I broke my cherry a couple years ago with my fingers. But apart from them, and a couple bananas yesterday, " she giggled, "that's it. You're the only man that's ever been there." She leaned forward and kissed me again, which caused me to slide part way out of her. My hips moved to complement the action, drawing me nearly out. The voice cried for me to continue, pull all the way out, stop this insanity before it was too late. I ignored it, my hips rotated forward, pushing my cock back into her. Into my daughter. Into my daughter's sweet, wet, tight pussy. I'm fucking my daughter, I thought, and I never want to stop. And the voice was silent. Julie sat back up, eyes closed, savoring the sensation as I slid back into her. She raised herself up and slid back down, slowly at first, then a little faster. I tried to keep my hips in sync with her, but it was hard to do without hold on to her hips. I opted instead for enjoying the show, the sight of her tits bouncing, of my cock disappearing and reappearing, and the sound of our bodies slapping together and of our labored breathing. "Oh, God, Daddy, your cock feels so good. I love how you feel inside of me. I've wanted this for so long." "Oh, Julie, you're incredible. I love you so much, baby girl." "Oh, yes, Daddy, I love you too. Oh, fuck me, Daddy. Please, fuck me!" That sent me over the edge. "Oh, Julie, I'm going to cum!" Quickly, she pulled herself off my cock, moved down and sucked me into her mouth. I cried out and pumped my daughter's mouth full of incestuous seed. I saw her swallow as she tried gamely to keep up with the flood, but some leaked out around the edges of her lips. She held me in her mouth a few seconds after the orgasm stopped. Then she gently let me go, licking the tip and shaft clean of her juices, sucking up the cum that had reached my pubic hair. She held her tongue out with the last little bit on it, crawled back up and kissed me again. I could taste our mingled juices in her mouth. "Daddy," she said as she laid next to me, her hand resting once again on my completely satisfied cock, "can I borrow your credit card?" "Sure, Julie, what do you need?" "Birth control pills." She looked up at me. "You cum so much, I'm afraid I'll get fat if I swallow it all the time." *** Looking back, it would be easy to find places to set the blame: developing sexuality, forced intimacy, drug side- effects. The fact is, all of those may have played a part, but deep down, it was something we both wanted. At least, I know I wanted it. And Julie has told me repeatedly that she did too. To the outside world, we remain a loving father and devoted daughter in a close and caring relationship. Behind closed doors, we are all that, plus lovers. My boss gave me the whole summer off, and when I came back to work I was given a promotion out of the shop as a estimator. I never did fully recover my mobility on my right shoulder, so it worked out well for everyone. We spent much of that summer rutting like animals, experimenting, finding new ways to please each other. In between our fuck sessions, we made plans to continue our relationship into the future. For my 37th birthday, my beautiful daughter gave me her truly virgin ass. It was, well, not our favorite. I would take her sweet, tight pussy any day. And, for the past three years, I have. When she graduated high school, she was accepted into a dozen top flight colleges, but she opted to go to the local university. Living at home, she tells her friends, will save a bundle. And she likes to "take care of Daddy." Of course, I may need to take care of her soon. She just let me know what she wants for her 20th birthday. I suppose the pregnancy will be a bit of a scandal, especially since she never dates and doesn't have a steady boyfriend; she's already talking a bit about a guy from out of state that she "met online." But somehow I just know we'll get through it. I imagine people will be impressed at how I'll stand by my daughter through her trying times, how I'll help her raise the child as if it were my own. If they only knew... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 85