My Daughter's Hero

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 towelled 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.

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"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, apple sauce; 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 beautify, 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," 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 kinda 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 though you might want to watch one later. But you look kinda 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.

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"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 a while 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 snugged 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.

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"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."

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"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 must have 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.