Daughter Needs a Hand Ch. 01

[This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.]

There was a crash upstairs, and it sounded like a jackhammer clattering away against the floor. Mark jumped up, running quickly for the staircase, his heart in his throat. He grabbed the banister, using it to swing himself around and launched him up the staircase, to the door to his daughter's room, which is where the commotion had come from. He was so worried he didn't even think of knocking before swinging the door open.

His daughter Tori was lying face down on the floor, both of her casted arms stretched over her head, wearing a dark blue t-shirt. And only a dark blue t-shirt. Her pale, bare, slightly skinny ass hanging out for all to see. Her foot was in her heavy air cast, plain grey panties snagged on one of the velcros. And inches from her outstretched arms, a bullet vibrator clattered on the floor.

She managed to turn her head to look at her father, frozen in the doorway, but she couldn't get herself up.

"So..." Tori said, "this is kind of awkward."

~~~~~

It hadn't been the first time Mark had seen his daughter's ass recently. She had been in a pretty terrible accident, and spent about a week in the hospital. She had previously been living on her own, but when the time came for her to be discharged, it was apparent she would need a lot of help. Thank god the hospital had thought to advise him to install a bidet before she got home, or things could have gotten *really* messy.

The fact remained, she didn't have the use of her hands or arms, which were still in casts, pins holding her bones together. She could hobble around in a walking cast, but needed support whenever she had to get it off. As embarrassing as they had both found it, Mark had taken over the role of nurse as well as father, washing her, helping her with dressing and other daily activities.

He had always been incredibly proud of his daughter. He had gotten her mother pregnant when they were both eighteen, and for the first thirteen years of her life Tori had lived with her mother, though of course Mark saw her from time to time. When her mother had moved across the country when Tori was just starting high school, Tori came to live with Mark to avoid the disruption and keep her social network. She was always brilliant, independent, and determined. Her friends and family expected her to go to a good engineering school, but she had surprised everyone, dropping out at sixteen to get an apprenticeship at a tool and die maker. She progressed quickly, and was able to afford her own place by her eighteenth birthday. She moved out, but she and her father had always been good friends as well as family, and they continued to see each other regularly even after she moved away. She was now twenty-two, and finding her sudden loss of independence extremely frustrating.

~~~~~

"Here," Mark said without hesitation, bending to scoop his daughter up, "let me help." He gently took her by the shoulders and lifted her up, then helped her get back into a sitting position on the bed. She didn't bother trying to hide herself - again, he had been washing her for a couple days now. This was old hat.

What was new was the device clattering away on the floor. It had scooted itself under a dresser, so Mark had to get on his hands and knees to pull it out. It was still slick with... he wouldn't think of that. He got ahold of the controls, and pressed what looked like the off button. It just changed the pattern of vibrating.

"You have to hold it down." Tori advised, not making eye contact. He held the button down, and the vibrator went off. "Sorry you had to deal with that dad."

"It doesn't matter, don't worry about it. Are you okay? You didn't hurt anything?"

"Just my pride. I... found I couldn't press it down with my hands without them hurting, so I thought, maybe if I just kind of stuck them in my underwear - and then, trying to get the underwear on, I fell -" she spoke with a rush, words spilling out of her mouth almost wildly. "God, I'm sorry. It's just been, you know, all that time in the hospital, and I couldn't -"

"Don't worry about it. Something everyone does." Mark could feel the color rising in his cheeks. "Everyone, you know, everyone does it. I'm just glad you're all right." He laid the device next to her, then knelt to pull her panties up. She opened her legs slightly so he could slide them up, and a smell hit his nose that he hadn't noticed before. He saw a little gleam of wetness in her slit, below a week and a half of stubble. He hadn't known why, but he was a bit surprised when he found out during the first home bath that she had shaved down there before the accident. He always thought of her as a bit more tom boy than that. And now, he couldn't help but notice the change that had come over this area. She always had inner labia that stuck out just a little bit, but now these were swollen, engorged, pink and glistening wet. As she spread her legs for him to put the underwear back in place, he saw the lips sticking to each other a moment, before finally opening, revealing a glistening pink hole below butterfly wings of labia.

Having gotten Tori's underwear on for her, Mark turned to go, but was stopped by Tori's voice.

"Uh... dad, I had to ask, but this thing is a pain to turn on with..." and she gestured to her hands, cast almost to her finger tips then up to her elbows. "Would you mind... turning it back on?"

"No problem." Mark just wanted to get through this, then get out of the room. He pressed the button and it started buzzing again.

"Uh... could you press it again?" He did, and it spat out a staccato of buzzes. "No, next one, uhh, no, next one I think." He kept pressing the button as directed, until he got to the... he couldn't believe this, he got to the vibration setting his daughter wanted. Btz btz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Btz btz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. "Yeah. That one. Thanks." He laid it next to her, and she pinned it down with her fingertips so it wouldn't go sliding away. He stepped out of the door.

"Uh, no problem. Have fun." He shut the door quietly and ran down to his office.

~~~~~

Tori settled herself back into bed. She should probably be mortified, but honestly, getting washed was probably more embarrassing than this. She event felt a little bit excited. She couldn't tell if this was just a sign of how desperately horny she'd gotten in all this time being unable to take care of her needs, or if it pointed to some deeper desire she hadn't really recognized before.

Tori had always enjoyed her dad's attention and company. Probably something about feeling of childhood abandonment when she was living with her mom, but she didn't want to psychoanalyze it too much. She was in her teens when she first moved back in, and her hormones were pretty out of control. Her dad was in his late 30s at the time, and quite a looker - barrel chested with dark hair and really robust muscles, and he had a habit of going around in his boxers in the morning. She had often found herself searching out guys that kind of looked like him - men who were big, clearly strong, masculine. What gay men would call a bear. And it was funny - while her taste in men was hyper-masculine, when she had gone after women, it had always been the femmiest of femmes she had pursued.

So her exposure in front of someone who was so her type... maybe even the prototype, developed through a crush in her teens, if she was honest to herself, got her excited. She loved being seen, being admired. Her mind raced down a dozen different avenues as she felt the desire building in her.

She used the pinky of one hand to hook the top of her panties out of the way, while she used the other to guide the buzzing vibe against her slit. Even this brief period of holding it felt uncomfortable with her injured arms, but she tried to nestle it in position. The first little buzz sent shivers down her body, and she closed her eyes to concoct a scene for herself.

She used to masturbate with porn, but definitely couldn't manage holding a phone at this point, so she closed her eyes and relied on her imagination. She started thinking about her ex, Alexis, taking pity on her injured state. Alexis was everything Tori was not: strikingly pretty, blonde, femmy, voluptuous with curves and hips and breasts for days. She imagined Alexis kissing up her thigh, nustling between her legs. Her tongue would trace slow languid tracks between her inner and outer labia, before finally giving just a little flick to her clit. Alexis might slide a finger between her cheeks, and Tori would moan, feeling the pressure on her ass. There would be a creek of a floor board, and she would see the door was cracked, and her father was there - watching. He wouldn't step away and they'd make eye contact -

Tori's mind pushed away. Nope, think of something else. Maybe she needed a more masculine energy. She thought about Todd, an older guy who used to work at the same shop. He was sweet most of the time, but during sex would treat her like a toy. He was big and strong enough to throw her around, treating her lithe body like a play thing. She remembered the feeling of him pushing her face into the bed from behind - she would pretend to herself that she couldn't breathe, as his cock would ram in and out of her. Another time, he held her down by the neck while three fingers were inside of her, pushing at her g-spot. She gripped his forearm, and could feel the muscles moving -

The vibe slipped, no longer being held in position by her panties. Tori could almost scream with frustration. She was so close, but needed to get over that edge, she hadn't cum in so long. She took a deep breath, re-positioned the vibe, hiked her panties up to hold it in place, and started imagining again. Those forearms. The feeling of them. She remembered the first time she had noticed her dad's forearms. Covered in hair, the muscles rippling as he gripped something firmly in his hand -

But she couldn't keep her mind away. She hadn't been this horny in years, and her mind was insisting on focusing on the one person who she actually had access to. Eventually she gave in, and started a new fantasy. Her dad was bathing her, broken arms held up out of the water, one resting on the side of the tub, the other on his shoulder. He cleaned up her thighs. He got to her slit. Just like the first time he had bathed her for real life, he paused.

"You have to give me a wipe, dad. Sorry." Tori told him, just like had actually happened. But in her fantasy, he didn't stop at that quick wipe. He lingered. They made eye contact. Her breath caught in her chest as he went for a second wipe, and she bit her lip, and he gave up the pretense - letting out a moan. He looked at her hungrily, rubbing little circles against her clit -

And the vibe slipped again. Tori couldn't take this. This panties thing wasn't working, so she awkwardly pulled them off over her cast. She laid there, spread eagle, determined to power through the pain, and pushed the vibe to her slit with her hand, the tips of her fingers just able to get purchase on it. She closed her eyes, and tried to imagine the scene again, her father rubbing her clit, maybe tentatively reaching his free hand down, gently cupping her breast for the first time. She felt the orgasm building, and started grinding her hips against her toy. She let out a moan, part of her hoping it could be heard throughout the house. But the pain was building faster than the orgasm, and she had to drop the vibe. She shifted position, determined to try again, but the vibe had a mind of its own and clattered itself onto the floor, making that horrible buzz-saw sound.

Tori closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't going to try to retrieve it. She was going to have to call for help. Again. Life was incredibly frustrating at the moment Her lips parted to call out "Dad," but before a sound escaped them there was a knock on the door.

"Tori?" her dad's muffled voice called in. "Everything okay?"

Tori feigned at some modesty, draping her blanket over her lower half for reasons she couldn't really understand. It's not like he hadn't seen everything many times anyways. Maybe she wanted to add some allure and mystery. More likely, she just wanted to not make her dad uncomfortable.

"Not really," she said, not able to keep the frustration out of her voice. "You can come in."

The door creaked open, and her dad walked in. He had maybe put on a little bit more padding on top of his muscle in recent years, but she had to be honest with herself that almost every guy she'd been really attracted to shared a little bit of his type. She couldn't explain that away with ten days of desperate horniness.

He stooped down, picked up the vibe and turned it off.

"Got away from you again?"

"Yeah, I guess." She didn't mean to be curt, but couldn't figure out what else to say.

"What's wrong?"

"This," she gestured at the vibe, at herself, at her arms, "it's just not working, and it's extremely frustrating."

There was a silence.

"Yeah, I can see how that would be..."

Tori felt everything roiling up inside. Her horniness, her sexual frustration, her very real frustration of being dependent for so much so suddenly. She was angry, but didn't want her dad to think she was angry at him. Because she wasn't. Just this situation. She got control of herself before, thought hard for a moment about what she was going to say next, and then committed herself to it.

"Dad, can I ask you another favor?"

~~~~~

Mark didn't quite know how to respond. His daughter had just asked him to hold a vibrator to her so she could get off. Before he could respond, she continued, her speech calm and strangely reasonable, despite what she was asking.

"I'm really sorry to ask this, but it's not like it's that different from washing me or anything else. You and mom couldn't agree on anything, but one thing you both taught me was that sex isn't anything dirty or to be ashamed about, it's a natural thing... and god I'm so pent up I can't even think straight. It's honestly worse than the pain in my arms."

What Tori said about sex was true enough. They had never been a family that talked about every little thing, but Mark had always treated sex as a normal part of life, and he supposed that's how he brought up his daughter too. Interesting to hear her mother had done the same, they didn't really talk much beyond logistics.

"Right, but it's a private thing. And not something you do with your father." Mark winced as he spoke, stating the obvious.

"Washing my twat and my armpits used to be a private thing to, but unfortunately it seems my private life has narrowed a lot recently." Tori shot back. Mark could feel the pain, anger and frustration in her voice. His proud, independent girl, who paved her own career that no one expected, who held her own with every working class man that came through her shop, that girl was now basically an invalid, and clearly not coping very well with it. He hesitated, not sure how to respond.

"What... what would you need me to do?"

"Just hold this," Tori responded, indicating the vibe, "against me. It probably won't even take very long, with how pent up I am. You can even close your eyes and wear ear plugs if you need to." She paused, taking a deep breath and seemingly collecting herself. She was always so able to manage her own emotions. "You know what, look, I get it. This is an unfair thing to ask. I'm sorry, I'll figure out a way to do this, and really, it doesn't hurt my hand that badly. I'll find a way to manage."

Mark felt an immediate sense of relief. She was strong, she could handle this, and frankly... it had been so long since he'd been in any kind of sexual situation with a woman, and he wasn't comfortable with the way it was making him feel. Desire directed in a place it definitely shouldn't be.

"Yeah, I think that would be for the best," he told her. "I'm sorry for what you've been going through, but I don't think this is an area I can really help in."

With that he stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He pressed his hands to his face, not really sure what to think of the exchange. Through the door he thought he heard the vibrator start up again, a slight muffled buzzing sound, and he definitely heard a small gasp of pleasure. He went back downstairs to busy himself making lunch.

He was just putting the finishing touches on a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches with a salad when he heard Tori coming down the stairs. With her walking boot she had a loud and ungainly gait. When he turned around, he saw her wearing the same dark-blue t-shirt without a bra, her black hair falling loose to her shoulders. To his surprise she was also wearing a knee-length loose coral skirt.

"Didn't want to fall over struggling with more complicated clothes," Tori explained, when she saw his quizzical look.

As they sat down to eat, Mark tried for some light conversation. They had always been able to chat and joke freely, sometimes more friends than parent-child, but his conversation attempts fizzled. He could tell Tori was making an attempt to be upbeat, but the very effort was so evident it made it hard to carry the conversation forward.

After making a good dent on her sandwich, Tori picked up a fork and tried to stab some of the lettuce leaves on her plate. She winced as she gripped with her finger tips.

"Are you okay? Is the pain getting worse? Should I give the doctor a call?" Mark asked.

"No, it'll go away." Tori responded. "Look, let's address the elephant in the room. I'm really sorry about what I asked for earlier. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. Weird thing for a daughter to ask her dad to do."

"There's no need to apologize." Mark responded. "Wait, is that why your hand is hurting more? From upstairs?"

"Yeah," Tori chuckled, a little bit of her usual wry humor creeping back into her voice. "Would have been worth it if it actually worked. I'm sure there's a point at which the pain will build slower than the... well, you know. TMI?"

Marked paused a moment before answering. He felt ripped up inside, his daughter had been hurting her injured hand up there, and she was planning to do more of it. Because he wouldn't help.

"No, not TMI, we can talk about these things. Like I said, it's natural. Maybe I over-reacted up there."

Tori let her fork sink to the plate. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

"We're both smart people..." Mark continued, "maybe we can brain storm a solution?"

"Haha, sure. Engineer me a vibe harness and I'll get the guys at the shop to bang it together for me." Her smile was genuine now, and Mark was relieved to feel like he was back to having a normal conversation with his daughter, whatever the topic was.

"Well, I don't mean like that. I mean, I know some women, like, hump pillows? Have you tried that?"

"Dad, I've been getting myself off for a long time at this point, I think I know what I like. My own hands work, but the casts get in the way. Someone else's lips or fingers could work, but I don't really have anyone on offer right now. And the bullet vibe works. Or a branch vibrator."

"A branch vibrator?" Mark wasn't sure what that was.

"Yeah, you know, like a rabbit? Ever see Sex and the City? Okay, well, there's a dildo part that goes into you, and a branch part that presses your clit. I don't really think it solves any of our problems, unless you'd be more comfortable pushing a dildo into your daugher than holding a toy to her." A little bit scathing, but with humour. That was his old Tori back.

Mark couldn't help it. He felt his cock growing. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and he couldn't help his cock filling with some blood at the thought of pushing anything into anyone. His mind flashed back to that sight of her inner lips spreading, the moisture holding them together until they slipped open. The wetness of her hole. He had to push it aside. He couldn't think like this.