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He lifted me gently up from the chair and carried me across to the bed, laying me gently down on the cool sheets with a warm smile. I smiled back.

"We have to stop meeting like this."

Cameron, or Cam as he liked to be called, laughed. "Save it for the ladies, Julius."

"Yeah, you'd better warn them, whoever, wherever there are."

"Good night. See you in the morning", said Cam, as he walked out of my bedroom.

"Yeah, good night."

'He's a good kid, that Cam', I thought as the he closed the door quietly and padded away down the hall. I stared up at the ceiling and wandered into thought. Staring up at the ceiling was one of my favourite activities. Not surprising really, when you're paralysed from the neck down.

Cam had been my male nurse for about six months now. We had a great relationship. Jovial most of the time, but also speckled with good conversations. I'm a big guy, so a male nurse was the only option, in lieu of a massive Russian former-weightlifter named Olga, or something. Not many of them around here, on the Cote d'Esterel, in the south of France. So Cam is the next best thing.

From his point of view, it must be a dream job. Not the part about washing my rubbery body every other day, or feeding me my three and half meals, but rather getting a high wage and the run of my villa on the coast. Sailboat, tennis court, a silver BMW Z3 and a minivan at his disposal.

They were all leftovers from my Life B.C. - Before Crash. These narrow, winding coastal roads don't mix well with high speeds and my car met my fate - in the form of a rock face - at 200 kph. That was five years ago. You never really get used to it - sitting in a wheelchair, with only the use of the muscles above your collar. Your huge circle of friends and colleagues fade away pretty quick, leaving only a small group of true friends behind. The Hardcores, as I call them. Nevertheless, I had gradually resigned myself to my condition and was now getting back to living life. Hey, at least the weather was always nice and view of the Med from the terrace was inspiration enough for a thousand lifetimes.

The door creaked open and a blonde head of hair peered into the half-darkness of my room. That would be my one true reason for living. Sascha's eyes twinkled in the light from the hall.

"Dad? You still awake?"

"Yep. You're a sight for sore eyes. How you doing?"

"Good, daddy-o. Just wanted to kiss you goodnight." She came over to the bed and planted a sweet-scented kiss on my cheek.

She sat down on the edge of my bed and smiled at me. My pride and joy, my offspring, my darling daughter. Sascha. My extended body, as eager to explore life's sweet offerings as she was to relay them back to me. It was almost enough for me to see her grow up and head off out into the world. Just as I did back then.

"How was your day, daddy-o?" Her name for me.

"Not bad, McEnroe came by and I whipped his ass on the tennis court. He got pretty pissed, so I went swimming..."

She laughed. She was used to my jesting. My gentle verbal venting of my frustrations.

"Cool." She stretched tiredly and I watched her. She was grown up now. No doubt about it. She was 13 when I hit the rocks and had turned 18 a few months back.

She was every bit as gorgeous as her mother. I wished she was here to see her daughter grow, but while the rock face merely sucked the life out of my limbs, it had extinguished my wife's life.

Sascha was a real looker. No doubt about it. I could see that every single day. She knew it, too, and I loved that about her. That self-confidence that radiated from her. Her body was young and firm, with curves in all the right places. She was rocketing into adulthood like a pack of wild horses.

Throughout her childhood, I had been her hero and now she was mine with her 'joie de vivre'.

She kissed me again on the cheek. Her long blonde hair fell onto my face and tickled me teasingly. "Good night. I'm knackered."

"Good night, Sasch."


The next day started like all the others. Cam fetched me out of the bed and washed me in the bathroom. Then into the wheelchair and off to breakfast. Then I read the newspapers online on a fancy contraption that provided me with voice activated surfing. So at least Cam didn't have to sit around and turn pages for me.

Out onto the terrace, to catch the morning sun. Sasch and Cam hung around and talked by the pool. I had been suspecting for some time that the tone in their conversations had developed into more than polite chatting. It was playful, flirting banter these days. I watched them tease each other, wondering how I felt about it.

Sasch was the primary female influence in my life and, being a father, I was naturally protective of her. However, she had always had the freedom to live her own life, so I wasn't really one to interfere.

I could understand if there was an attraction between them. Sasch was a minor goddess, especially in that skimpy white bikini and Cam, well, he was a good-looking guy. Big and strong, like I used to be. The same rugged features and well-trained body and even the same corny humour that always made Sasch laugh.

That afternoon, I was wheeled into the shade of the living room. I felt like seeing a film on the DVD and Cam obliged. He went back out onto the terrace. I heard him and Sasch talking quietly for awhile and then I concentrated on the film.

After a while, I realised that they had stopped talking. I couldn't see out onto the terrace from where I lay on the sofa and I strained to hear if they had gone.

To my surprise, I discovered that if I shifted my head just right, I could see a reflection in the glass of a poster hanging on the wall. It gave me a clear view of the sunlit terrace. I had never noticed that angle before. What I saw shocked me.

Cam was lying on a sun lounger and Sasch, my beautiful daughter, was on her knees in front of him. Even in the reflection, there was no doubt about what was going on.

Cam's shorts were down around his ankles and Sasch was gripping his considerable erection in one hand while she bobbed her head up and down with such enthusiasm that her cheeks were hollowed. My baby girl was sucking his cock like a pro. Her free hand was far from free as it disappeared between her legs. I could only see her circular motions but I knew her fingers were busy on her pussy.

Before long, Cam's hips started bucking and he grabbed my daughter's head as he prepared to cum and cum hard, by the looks of it. His body stiffened suddenly and he raised his ass up and froze in mid air. Sasch slowed her sucking and prepared herself for the inevitable. Cam twitched several times and I knew he was cumming. And I could see Sasch's throat swallowing every drop.

Slowly his ass sank back down onto the lounger and Sasch continued milking him gently with her mouth. Finally, she let his half-hard cock slip out of her mouth. She used her finger to scoop up the remnants of his sperm that had dribbled down her chin. I saw them smile sexily at each other.

Sasch stood up and grabbed the elastic on one side of her bikini bottoms, pulling it to one side, thrusting her hips rudely forward. Cam obliged eagerly. I saw his head move forward, tongue extended, to meet her waiting pussy. He lapped at it briefly before covering it with his mouth. Sasch stood there, head tilted backwards, long blonde hair dangling around her ass, as Cam sucked her hole and stimulated her clit. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled him close. It didn't take her long to get where she wanted to go. Just like her mother. She started fucking his face with sharp, repetitive thrusts and she came, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Throughout all this, I could feel the familiar sensations surging through my own body, or rather my brain. My head was about to explode. While my dick had long since shrivelled away, the erection in my brain was pounding and throbbing and I was breathing hard.

The two young lovers disappeared from view. I directed my eyes at the ceiling and pondered the consequences of what I had just witnessed.

What do you do? As an employer, I could fire Cam on the spot. On most jobs you don't run around fucking the daughter of the boss behind his back. But I didn't consider that option for long. I considered the many emotions running through my brain. I was a bit angry. A bit protective of my daughter. I was definitely frustrated that my body couldn't participate in the sex. A bit jealous... hang on. What the fuck was THAT thought? Was I turned on at seeing my own daughter sucking and getting sucked? Was I jealous?

I tried to push that thought out of me head. However, when your body has long stopped functioning you quickly learn to give your brain all the freedom possible. I returned to that thought. That nasty, weird thought. Was I turned on because of the sex or because it was my daughter involved?

She had become, after all, an extension of me. I worshipped her like she worshipped me. We had always been extremely close, but now, after the crash, even more so. And she was gorgeous. Any hetero man would attest to that. Any hetero man who failed to notice was a moron.

I chewed on these thoughts for a long while. The sexy images kept flashing back in my brain. The cocksucking. The cunt licking. My daughter's erotic body, so sexy, so grown up... but also Cam's. Nothing kinky or homoerotic, really, just that he had always reminded myself of me. His cock as erect as mine used to be, back in the day.

It was decided. It turned me on. My Sasch turned me on. I wanted to see more.


Cam came into the living room. The film had long since finished, without me noticing, and the TV whined faintly.

"Sorry, Julius... I didn't realise the film had finished".

He did his best to act natural. If I hadn't seen it all, he would have been convincing. But I knew everything.

"No problem. I dozed off anyway."

"Lunch?"

"Sure."


A week passed. I was obsessed by the images that insistently returned to my inner retina. I didn't see any more action but I exhausted myself trying to listen to any and all sounds from around the house. In my bed at night, I strained to hear them going at it. I knew now that they probably slept together. My fantasy worked overtime imagining all the things they got up to.

My brain was fried. I was going mad. Frustrated. Horny. Instead of reading the online papers, I voice-surfed after porn. Spending a small fortune signing up for all manner of pay sites that could offer me images of daughters doing nasty things. With older men, younger men, daddies, mummies, you name it.

I was amazed at the wealth of content out there. But it wasn't enough.

A couple of weeks later I took the bull by the horns. Cam was in town, shopping, and I sat on the terrace with Sasch. She lounged lazily, wearing one of her many revealing bikinis. Her skin bronzed by the constant sun, her hair bleached by it's rays. She was radiant. And she gave me the perfect angle to bring it up.

"So daddy-o, a week to go until the big 5-0." She giggled at her unexpected rhyme. "What do you want for your birthday?"

I was silent as I gathered my mental strength. She wasn't accustomed to me refraining from firing off a one-liner.

"Something wrong? Half-century crisis?"

"No, Sasch. Nothing's wrong."

I looked at her. She sat up, sensing something wasn't right.

"I know about you and Cam..."

Her face went white. She fumbled for something to say.

"Oh, dad. I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out like that. Shit, I'm so sorry..."

I didn't say anything. The ball was in her court for now.

"Don't be angry... It's just that... How did you find out?"

"I saw your reflection from the living room. About two weeks ago. Cam on the lounger. You on your knees..."

Now she went red.

"When were you going to tell me? Or were you even going to tell me?"

"Of course, daddy-o. You know we have no secrets. I dunno, I just thought we should lay low for a while... I guess I didn't know how you'd react. Cam's the first nurse you've had for more than a couple of months. I didn't want to risk you getting mad and having to sack him..."

Silence in the blazing sun.

"Are you mad?" A little girl's voice. Worried. Insecure. I hadn't heard that tone for many years. So strong was my Sasch.

I took a deep breath. "No. I mean, I think I was at first, Sasch, but not anymore..."

She got up and came over to sit on my lap, putting her arms around me. God, how I wanted to hold her right then. She placed her forehead against mine.

"I dunno. Maybe I was waiting to figure out if I was crazy about him... I mean, the man, not just the cock..." She laughed a little shyly at the use of that word. "I'm sorry you had to see that, dad. It must have been hard for you."

"If it was possible for me to get hard, then I would have been hard as oak..."

She smiled until she realised the double meaning. She looked at me quizzically.

"What does THAT mean?"

"Exactly what you think it means."

Her brow furrowed, trying to work out the exact meaning of my double entendre. Her voice lowered.

"You mean... no... really? It turned you on? Dad!"

"I couldn't help it. I have even less control of my brain than I do of my body. It surprised me, too." I narrowed my gaze. "And now it has been... obsessing me..."

My eyes involuntarily flashed down at her firm, round breasts straining at the tiny triangles of fabric of her bikini top. Very womanly. Very un-daughterly.

A nervous laugh from Sasch as she noticed. "Pervert!" She swallowed hard. She knew the expression on my face. Knew that I wasn't teasing. That I was deadly serious.

"You were asking me what I wanted for my birthday..."

She stood up quickly, standing defiantly in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"Dad, I don't know where this is headed and I'm not sure I want to go there."

I expected resistance. Especially when she had only a few kinky clues as to me intentions, no doubt fearing the worst. I thought I'd better explain.

"Sascha. You are my daughter, sure. But you are an amazing woman. The only woman in my life. The only woman who inspires me to live and I love you madly. You used to call me your hero and now I call you mine. You've never pitied me. You've kept me strong these past five years. What I'm going to suggest is strange, no doubt about it, but it is something that I have carefully considered. It wouldn't be pity, it would be a gift. Your gift to me. And I can't think of a better way to turn 50."

"Daddy-o, you know I do everything and anything for you. You KNOW that. But whatever idea you have cooking in your head... I don't know..."

"You love me?"

"Oh, come on... Of course I love you..."

"Good. And I know that you know me and understand me. Better than anyone else on earth. So you know that if present an idea that sounds wacky and bizarre, then I've considered it carefully and mean it very seriously. Right?"

Sasch looked off into the distance for a moment and then back to me.

"I still call you my hero, you perverted, old fart." A half-smile and a wink. But she wasn't convinced. Indeed, she had no idea what I was concocting.

"I know the power of your fantasy, daddy-o, so I'm not agreeing to anything before you tell me what it is..."

I looked her up and down in the sunlight. Perfect breasts, slender waist sweeping subtly out into skinny hips. Her bikini tight against her most precious place. She was fantastic. I paused for a moment. I could stop right there and tell her to forget it. Or I could step over the point of no return and reveal all. I chose the latter.

"You'd better sit down..." I winked. She shook her head, blond locks dancing about her shoulders, and she smiled as she pulled up a chair.


It was a few hours later. Sasch was pretty much convinced. It went better than I expected. She had even admitted that it turned her on a little. But the way she said it revealed to me that it turned her on a great deal. There was only one hurdle left.

We heard the Z3 coming down the winding road to our isolated villa by the sea.

"Cam..." she said. "God know how he's going to take it. You could risk that he gets all pissed off and quits. Then you're up shit creek and have to find another nurse..."

"Yep. But I got a feeling he'll go along with it. Tell him tonight after I go to bed. Feed him an intravenous bottle of Chateau Neuf-de-Pape if you have to."

The car door thumped shut.

"Hi!" Cam called out as he came through the gate. I winked at Sasch and she winked back and rolled her eyes.

"Crazy shit, daddy-o. Crazy shit."


I awoke to the sound of the door of my bedroom opening and the feeling of the air in the room shifting slightly. I had hardly slept, awaiting the outcome.

It was Cam. He lingered uncomfortably in the doorway for a moment before stepping inside and heading over to the bed. Sasch appeared behind him but she just leaned against the door frame, biting her nails. I couldn't read anything on their faces and feared the worst.

Cam sat down next to me on the bed. He was quiet and stared at the floor for a long moment. Then he looked up at me and fixed me with his serious blue eyes.

"You're a sick fuck."

Not exactly the opening line I was hoping for. I didn't reply. His face lightened slightly.

"I'm afraid to think what other crazy-ass ideas you got cooking up there in that all too active fantasy... I'm gonna need a couple of days warning if you're gonna need some sheep in the future..."

His eyes smiled and I laughed. Relieved.

"Are you okay with it, Cam?"

"Well, I must have missed that class at nursing school. And I don't know if this is covered by the Hippocratic Oath... there isn't really any precedent for this..."

"Sure there is. In Denmark, for example, nurses at care homes are authorized by the State to call hookers for the old men, if need be. All very normal."

"Really?"

Sascha piped up in the background. "We talked about it for hours, dad. We actually thought that a call girl might be an option..."

"Sasch, you know what I said. It's got to be you two. Anyone else would make it weird..."

We all laughed at the irony of that comment.

"You know what I mean. Cam, it's got to be you two. What did you two do after you talked about it? In bed, I mean...?"

An embarrassed pause.

"We fucked..." Sasch's voice was low and throaty.

"You wouldn't have fucked if you thought it disgusting. Am I right?"

They both nodded.

"Just think of it as a voyeur kind of thing. Forget who I am. Forget I'm a sorry-assed vegetable. Or that I'm her dad. I'm just a man with a need and this is the closest thing I can get to satisfying that need."

"Only because I like you, Julius. I'll only do it because I like you..."

"Don't get all homoerotic on me, homeboy!" He laughed.

"You’re a role model for me... well not exactly on the tennis court, but... So I'll go along with it. A man has needs. Isn't that what they say?"

"Yep."

"And Sasch says I remind you of yourself... back in Life B.C...."

"Yes, you do. You'll be my surrogate cock, fucking a hot little cunt that turns me on something chronic... Sasch's hot little cunt..."

My words took them by surprise, but they listened intently.

"I want you to fuck the woman I love and fuck her good and lick her and make her cum and I want her hot hole to milk 'my' cock dry. I want to see her lips on 'my' cock, taking it all the way into her throat until it explodes and fills her belly with hot seed... can you do that for me, Cam?"

He nodded and swallowed hard. Sasch came up behind him and put her arms around him.

"We'll do that for you, daddy-o. Your cock will fuck me good."


It was evening. I don't know how I made it through the day without having my brain melt and run out my ears. The atmosphere was tense all day. Charged is a better word. Electric. We avoided the topic and said little else. I surfed for porn in silence and, at one point, Sasch came in and stood behind me, looking at all the images with me. Girls and men, men and girls. I could only hear her heavy breathing behind me, and I knew she was getting worked up.