Lucky Fall

"Here," she said, moving closer, "Let me help."

I turned to look back at her at the very same moment that she bent forward in front of me. Before she could stop herself, her chest collided with my face! My nose went right into the valley between her slopes and her inertial push forward sandwiched my face between the top of her breasts and the headboard of the bed. My cock sprang to life as I inhaled her perfume-like feminine scent, a little of sweat also part of the mixture.

But instead of jumping away, as would have been normal, my daughter reached behind me and adjusted the pillow. Her actions were causing her chest to rub against my face, and I could feel the warm skin press against my cheeks. If I was getting suffocated, I didn't know - the only thing that I could think was how soft and smooth her skin felt.

It was a good thing that my daughter moved away when she did... a few more seconds, and I would have started licking her tits. Looking back, I would call this a defining moment of our turning relationship, the point when I really started to feel the heat of lust. I was actually disappointed when her breasts were no longer in contact with my face.

"Whoa!" I couldn't help but say when I was able to breathe again. "What hit me?"

Stephanie grinned at me. "Very funny, Daddy. You just can't help an old man nowadays without being drooled over."

"I am not old," I retorted lightly, "Besides, what's a man supposed to do when you bury his face in your - chest?"

My daughter giggled as she hooked her thumbs under the top of her halter and pulled upwards to a more conservative appearance. "There... you happy now?"

"Not quite," I replied, feeling cheeky. "I think I preferred the earlier view."

"Of course you would. What do you want me to do, walk around naked?"

My bladder, thankfully, chose exactly that moment to fill itself, and I was suddenly having a strong urge to pee. "Excuse me," I told her as I tried to get up. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Here," my daughter offered, beside me in a flash, hooking her hand under my shoulder. "Let me help." It wasn't an offer, I realized, it was just her polite way of assuming control. I was sure I would need her assistance to get to the toilet, but there was no way on earth I was letting her help me after that.

What man proposes, God disposes...

Before I knew it, Stephanie had already whisked me into the toilet. I was able to place my right shoulder on the wall, not wanting to put any weight at all on my ginger leg, and was about to ask my daughter to leave when she bent down and jerked my shorts down. Not having bothered with underwear the previous night, my cock sprung out - literally sprung out - in front of my daughter.

"Uh hun," I stammered, shocked at the way she had stripped me, her own father. "I think I can take it from here, thank you."

"Like hell you can," she replied. For a second, she hesitated, and I wondered whether she would indeed walk away, but then, as brazenly as her mother usually did, she caught hold of my cock and directed it into the toilet bowl. Her touch was the last trigger - the relief that came with the expulsion was like a breath of fresh air.

Stephanie held on to my cock until the last drop had been drained out. The spent penis was lifeless for just a fraction of a second, and then started to get hard once again. Stephanie reflexively reached for it, but stopped midway when she realized that I wasn't about to pee again. Her cheeks flushed as she bent down in front of me and pulled my shorts back up. I didn't expect her to, but she gripped my cock again and pushed it back into the confines of my shorts.

"At least," she said as the flush was engaged, "You can't complain about the treatment!"

"Next time you get hold of my cock," the medicine and everything else had loosened my tongue, "Just warn me, okay? Jesus, you almost killed me!"

"Next time, huh?" she was fast, and I felt my own face color at my inadvertent admission of there being a next time. "See, I told you you'd like it."

I figured that she would help me back into the bed, but instead, she steered me into the shower stall. "You need a bath," she explained as I glanced at her, "God, you stink!" She was smiling as she said it, so I knew it was a joke. But that she was going to give me a bath was not a joke. I just knew it wasn't a joke.

"What are you going to do, shower with me?" I said, attempting to sound cooler than I felt.

"You have a dirty mind and a very high opinion of yourself, don't you?" she returned. "I was planning on letting you soak up a little hot water in the tub. I don't mind a shower, though, but I'll have to get out of this -”

"No," I almost shouted, panicking. For all my feelings, unfatherly as they were, towards Stephanie, getting under the showerhead with her was the last thing I wanted; for the simple reason that I wouldn't be able to restrain myself if she teased me anymore. "The tub's just fine. It's better than fine, actually."

My daughter pinched my shoulder lightly. "Thank god for that!"

She had me lay on my back on the dry tub. As careful of my ankle as she was fast, she had the shorts off in very little time. Her hands flew over the buttons on my shirt, and by the time I could even come to grips with reality, she had already turned on the water. It wasn't, I think now, time that went fast as much as the fact that I was starting to feel sluggish. My body was controlling my emotions rather than the other way round, which probably accounts for the raging boner I sported.

"Cold or hot?" my daughter asked, a smug grin on her face. "If you ask me, you need a cold shower first."

"With you around, I don't think it would make much of a difference."

"Oh, really? You mean to tell me that I excite you? That this little thing that's poking up towards the sky is actually because of poor ol' me?"

I decided to be brutally honest with her. "Yes, it is. And you know it."

"Why, sir," she feigned outraged innocence, "You shock me. How dare you accuse me of something like... this?"

But before I could reply, she turned on the tap. The first jet of water was cold, and it fell right on the purple head, temporarily disorienting me. As the water started to get warm, Stephanie obtained a bottle of soap from the shelf and dumped a whole lot into the water. Pretty soon, I was inundated in the bubbles.

When the tub was filled to the brim, my daughter stood up. "I'll leave you two alone for some time," she announced, quite obviously referring to my subsiding arousal, "Call me if you need something. I'll be watching TV."

I watched her sexy ass sway as she walked. As soon as she was out of sight, I used my left hand to revive my erection. The events of the past 24 hours demanded that I seek some immediate relief before I did anything stupid. It was the first time I had wanked off inside a tub, but the images that I saw through closed eyes - images of my daughter - were so erotic that I had no trouble getting a tremendous load off my body. Every time she had bent down in front of me, I remembered, I had captured the fleshy tops of her tits. That in itself was enough to fuel my imagination as to what her top held covered.

I must have dozed off, for the next thing I felt was warm lips pressed against my forehead. "Wake up, sweetie," my daughter said, imitating my wife, "How do you feel?"

I saw her reach between my legs; she pulled something, and the water level started to recede. "You've been in it for some time now. Let's get you back to where it's dry and soft, honey."

All she had with her was a towel, and she started to dry my face and chest as soon as the water had gone down enough. By the time she had rubbed my shoulders dry, almost all the water had drained out.

And then, much to my dismay, I saw that whatever stuff I had shot out of my cock had pooled below my balls. The water hadn't washed it away, and the pasty precipitate, I knew, would not escape Stephanie's eyes.

It didn't.

The moment her eyes flicked to my flaccid cock, now not as flaccid; they widened as she noticed my cum. But thankfully, she said nothing. There was something about her expression that told me she was smirking, maybe even secretly pleased, at my sexual activity. I said a silent prayer to God.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, my daughter helped me back on my feet. The 'thing' between my legs was erect once again, but I was no longer as shy as I once had been. Hell, if she had no problem with my arousal, why should I be ashamed of it? Stephanie had me lean against the wall as she dried my thighs and ... gulp, my balls. I almost slipped when I felt her hands grip my balls and rub them softly, as if acknowledging the importance of the organ that created her.

A hand over her shoulder, I tripped back into my bedroom. Ever my considerate nurse, Stephanie already had a change of dress laid out for me - a pair of briefs. It was one that I remembered as having a hole somewhere between the legs, but I shrugged off wanting to tell her. I watched in admiration as she slid it on up my legs, matter-of-factly guiding my balls into the cover.

"You wanna stay here," she asked, "Or by the pool? I was planning on a little swim."

"Sounds swell," I replied, relishing the chance to ogle her body. She had this nasty habit of wearing those bikinis around the house that would get her arrested for indecent exposure, and sometimes, if I was lucky enough, I would be able to see the dark outline of her nipples through the damp tops. Absently, I ran my hand over my cock; the gesture did not escape my daughter's attention, but all she did was keep smiling.

My leg was feeling a lot better, I discovered, as we went out to the patio. Steph made me recline on the pool chair, and brought the umbrella over so that I wouldn't burn myself. "Anything else?" she asked coyly.

"Nothing more," I said, sincerely meaning it. This was, indeed, life. Pampered by a gorgeous and sexy woman who is just too much of a cock-tease... life couldn't get much better than this, I thought.

Life, I immediately discovered, could get even better. Stephanie gave me a peck on my lips and stood up. With as much nonchalance as she had displayed so far, she reached behind her and undid the halter top! Her breasts spilled out of the confines, proud and firm, high up on her chest, with an enticing cleavage and ruby-red nipples. It was the first time I had seen her so naked so close. It damn near gave me a heart-attack.

"I hope you don't mind me skinny-dipping," my daughter, noticing my shocked expression, cooed. "It's too hot to wear anything else."

Without waiting for any kind of a reaction from me, she hooked her thumb in the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down her long legs with one smooth motion. A light blue bikini piece, a couple of sizes too small for a woman like my daughter, was stretched over her crotch. She had it off in the blink of an eye, and even as I recovered from the shock of seeing her so scantily dressed, she was wearing nothing.

My mouth was dry as I muttered, "Damn!"

"Are you all right, Daddy? You look pale... no, you look flushed -”

I gave her body one last lusty look before I met her gaze. "Now that, my daughter, could kill a guy like me if you aren't careful. Shit, baby, you could have at least warned me."

She giggled. "Sorry, Dad, but I didn't think you would let me if I told you."

I pointed to the tent of my briefs, feeling too bold. "Does this tell you I would have stopped you?"

"No, but you are always that hard that I thought something was wrong with you. I am your daughter, after all..." She winked at me.

"You sure don't act like it," I shot back.

"Can't help it if I am attracted to the most handsome man in my life."

"Anyone I know?"

Before I knew it, she had her lips pressed quite firmly against mine. She was still off to my side, but her face was right in front of me as we kissed. It was our first such kiss, and I was quite surprised when I felt her probe my lips. Her tongue slid into mine while she cupped my face. With my free hand, I rubbed her bare back, from her nape all the way down to the crack of ass. Her skin was warm to the touch, smooth as silk, and her scent filled my nostrils.

As is so characteristic of such moments, we lost track of time. It was only when she sat on my lap and pressed her breasts against my bandaged wrist that I felt the damned pain hit me. But our kiss was too sweet a thing to lose over pain, and I clenched my fist to avoid crying out. But when she sat on my lap, I felt her weight, light as she was, all the way down my right leg.

I hate to sound like a crybaby, but there was no way I could have just continued kissing my daughter when my leg felt blown off. Stephanie jumped up when she heard my scream, muted as it was, and was immediately transformed back into my daughter, replacing the passionate and svelte woman in my arms who I had been kissing just a few seconds ago.

"What happened?"

I gave her a grimacing smile. "My leg."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault."

"Maybe... so why do I feel guilty?"

"It's nothing, sweetie. Just go have a swim. It'll go off in a few minutes."

"You sure there's nothing else you want?"

In spite of the pain, my mind conjured up an exact image of what it was that I wanted from her, but I couldn't very well tell that to her face. I shook my head, and she turned away.

Stephanie walked around the pool and went up the springboard. I watched her proudly as she executed a perfect dive, broke the surface cleanly and remained underneath for around ten seconds. Being the oversexed - or undersexed, depending on the way you prefer to call it - creature that I was, as I waited for her to surface, I absently wondered if my daughter had shaved herself there. I hadn't really noticed her that intently, I realized, I had been too shocked to see her tits to think anything else.

Given the sudden intimacy between us, I didn't think she would think it improper if I asked her directly.

"Steph, I was just wondering..."

"What, Pop?"

"I mean, no offence, but - do you shave yourself?"

"Where?"

"Oh, you know... there!"

"My armpits?"

"No! Lower..."

"My legs?"

I realized she was pulling my leg, tricking me into saying exactly what I meant. She was definitely her mother's daughter, alright. Jamie had always managed to wrap me around her pinkie. "No, between them?"

"Between my legs?" she acted puzzled, then enlightened. "Oh, you mean my boyfriend?"

It took me a full second for the humor in her answer to strike me, and I laughed when I understood. She joined me in my laughter. "Good one," I admitted, "But that wasn't what I meant. And if your boyfriend ever fouls up between your legs, just send him to me, okay?"

"Why, so that you can teach him the proper way of getting between a woman's legs?"

"I believe I am qualified enough, young lady, your mother can vouch for that."

With a twinkle in her eyes, she delivered her punch line. "Oh, I don't believe in second hand information. Not even from Mom. Definitely not about something like this."

Not able to come up with a suitable rejoinder caused me to fall back on my earlier query. "So, do you shave your... bush?" There! I had said it.

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Stumped! "Just wondering."

"Why do you wonder why I keep my cunt," she said this without batting an eyelid, "bare for the hunt?"

"Why shouldn't I? I mean, if you're a hunting ground, I need to know what beaver I am hunting."

"I don't recall inviting you to any beaver-hunting on me."

"I usually call in uninvited. That's the best way to catch my favorite prey."

"Are you always this direct?"

"Sometimes, would you believe, I cut through the warnings and just shoot my prey. Ask your mother about that one, too. Back when we were younger, she used to have headaches from all that banging on the kitchen table."

"Wow! That's a side I never expected from either of you."

"See! We parents always have a surprise or two up our sleeve. That should tell you something."

"It does. Always wear helmets when around you."

"You think I would hunt you?"

"From the look in your eyes, it's a wonder you haven't, already!"

"Am I that obvious?" I feigned disappointment.

"Only when you try to catch a glimpse of my tits through the water. At other times, you seem like the perfect gentleman. Except for the odd wank or two in the bath-tub."

"Ouch! That hurt..."

"Probably hit my target. Your groin."

"So now who's hunting?"

"Never said I didn't. You just assumed I didn't."

"Ever gone beaver-hunting?"

"Once. Never again."

"Not that pleasant, huh?"

"Oh, it was good. But it can't compare to having a gun shoot off inside you."

"That was crude."

"Aren't we all? Sometimes, I think, the more we develop, the more we should go back to the caveman days."

"Why? You don't like us Lochinvars at all?" Lochinvar, according to a poem I had once read, was a dashing knight who rode off with his girlfriend into the sunset. Much like John Wayne, I suppose, but more polished.

"Lochinvars? You've still got that breed anywhere?" Apparently, she was either saying there weren't enough gentlemen, or she hadn't read the poem at all. Probably the former.

"Coming back to the topic at hand," I regressed, "Do you, or do you not, have an evergreen forest?"

"Evergreen forest? Nice name. I'll tell Angie that, she's bound to use that for the next Greenpeace campaign of hers... okay, how about this? What I have is a denuded forest that's been paved into a skating rink."

"That smooth?"

"That sharp," she corrected, "Stings you like ice if you don't know where to skate."

As if sensing that this was as far as either of us could reasonably go, we broke out in loud peals. "God," I said, "Did we raise you like this?"

"Of course," my daughter put in between breaths, "Not. I managed to learn a little more decency at school."

"You little minx!"

Finally, all was quiet once again. I went back to reading, and Stephanie went back to her swimming. She was in the water for over half an hour before she decided to call it quits.

Hearing her approach, I turned my attention back to her. She swam up to the steps in front of me and pulled herself back onto the patio. Her hair was plastered to the graceful curve of her neck, and the late sunlight glinting off her tresses gave them a rather flashy look.

Water dripped on the floor, from her wet hair, from her face, from her ears, from her jaw... from her protruding nipples... I could make out the water trails down her flat stomach, down her delectable legs... and, as she had correctly described, from her wet crotch that was absolutely devoid of hair. It was an incredibly erotic sight to see my own flesh and blood standing there, unabashedly stark naked, and dripping the whole pool on our patio.

Stephanie blew me a kiss and picked up a towel from the small poolside stand. It was a small piece of cloth, barely enough to cover half her thighs, and she wrapped it around her waist. It clung to her wet skin. Stephanie picked up another towel and used that to dry herself. I observed her as she vigorously rubbed her hair, the action causing her breasts to juggle torturously. It was all I could do now to whip out old Mr. Peter and squeeze him dry.

That would have been a compliment she would rather not have received.

She threw the wet towel that she had used to wipe herself into the hamper. It was a perfect throw, a three-pointer, and she watched it fall dead-center with satisfaction. Then she walked over to me, her hips swaying sensually, and sat down at my feet.

"Shall we go inside?"

"What?" I said, not pretending my disappointment, "And miss seeing a beautiful woman parade naked in front of me?"