A daughter helps her father's medical recovery in a way no nurse could
It was over a month since Pete’s prostate surgery and Olivia hadn’t returned to her own home. When Pete had last tried to talk to her she surprised him with “Dad, I made a decision: I’ve elected to become a supply teacher so that I can decide how to spend my time. I’ll work when I need or want to. You’re not fully recovered yet and, well, to be honest I really like being here with you.” Pete doubted the ‘fully recovered’ part, but silently welcomed the rest of her explanation.
To celebrate the complete cessation of all side effects and to welcome the world back into their lives, at Olivia’s suggestion they agreed to dinner out. Another of Olivia’s choices was the restaurant; an old, well-established Italian restaurant that the family had preferred for years. “Guido’s?” Pete asked, “I haven’t been to Guido’s since…”.
“Yes, I know, since Mom died. But we loved it there, Dad. We had so many happy times there. Let’s just give it a chance.”
And so there they were, quiet corner booth, excellent house wine flowing, each sated; Olivia with her ravioli, Pete with his lasagna. Relaxed and waiting for their spumoni ice cream dessert. In fact it was the last step in Olivia’s carefully planned campaign. She had been thinking for several weeks about the last aspect of Pete’s surgery, whether he would be now rendered impotent.
She slid across the banquette until their thighs touched. Reassured that Pete didn’t react, she topped their wine glasses up from their carafe and gently took his hand. “Dad, there’s just one more thing to deal with.”
“And what would that be?”
“We need to see if Dr. Richter is a good onion peeler.”
“Wha…? I…”.
“Shhh,” she shushed, and leaned closer. “The way I see it, Dad, it’s just one more medical procedure. No different from me helping you with your catheter. No different from me helping you in the shower after the surgery. No different from me helping you adjust your pillows in the hospital.” Pete could see a large gulf between what she was hinting at and pillow arrangements, but he remained silent, feeling a blush rising in his cheeks.
“Ummm…when?”
“Why not tonight? But not here,” she said, making both of them laugh. “Tonight at home.” She accepted his silent nod as agreement, lightly stroked his thigh, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Quickly finishing their dinner and now on a mission they were soon home again. Coats off, Olivia took Pete in one of their now frequent hugs, this one lasting even longer than usual. Neither seemed in a hurry to end it. Olivia looked up into Pete’s eyes and as he began “Ollie, I…” she stopped him with a kiss. A kiss that was longer, warmer, and hungrier than any to date. When the broke their kiss their surprise was shared. Ollie hadn’t really planned much beyond this, in fact not beyond Pete’s agreement at the restaurant. Now running on instinct she turned the house lights out and, taking Pete’s hand, led him to what was now their bedroom.
“You get in bed, Dad, I’ll be right back” and she walked quickly to her old room, grabbed some sleepwear, changed into it quickly, and walked back to their room. Pete was in bed, a dim lamp glowing on the table beside him. He let out a small gasp as Olivia walked into the room, her flannel pyjamas now replaced by a lacy, diaphanous nightie, one that was low cut, enough to show some of her cleavage, ending mid-thigh.
“Ollie, I…I…” Pete began, only to be quickly shushed by Olivia as she slipped quickly into her now familiar side of the bed. She’d thought a great deal about parts of this, and realized that she was going to have to give every chance possible to Dr. Richter’s onion peeling, and two days earlier had found her nightie in a boutique. Pete’s reaction confirmed her choice as even in the dim light he could see the dark fur of her vagina, the areolas of her breasts and the slight protrudence of her nipples.
She began very slowly, first sliding across the bed to begin their usual cuddle. She lay with Pete for long moments, her arm across his chest, her hand then gently caressing his chest. She reached over and with the gentlest encouragement Pete rolled onto his side. More long moments as their eyes locked, each searching the other’s, each watching for fear, rejection, denial. But seeing nothing but love and then need, they began to kiss. Weeks of quiet, short kisses had prepared them for this and now their kisses became longer, warmer, and as Olivia parted her lips slightly and made the gentlest probe of her tongue, more passionate.
A whole new chapter, no a whole new book of their wordless language was now begun. Their tongues danced, tasted, explored, and rejoiced each in the other. Finally, breathless, they ended that first real kiss. Pete looked deeply into Olivia’s eyes. “Ollie, do you really want this? We can’t ever go back. Are you really sure? I mean…you’re my daughter”.
“I’m a consenting adult, Dad, and so are you. You need this; you’ve needed it for a long time, and so have I. You asked me about other men and the truth is exactly what I said; I don’t want casual sex. I want loving sex. I want sex with a man I really love, and that man, Dad, is you. Besides, this is a test run, remember, to see if those nerves are still working.” She laughed and whispered “you made your fortune with computers, Dad, let’s call your equipment the beta version for now, ok?” And with that she foreclosed further discussion with another long, deep kiss, as she shifted slightly and for their first time lifted her leg over his, inviting his hands to explore her for the very first time.
And explore he did. The nightie did its job as his hand first caressed her leg through it, then easily slipped his hand under the hem, gently pushing it up her leg with his slightest touch. He gasped as his thigh registered the warmth, no, the moist warmth of her vagina pressing against it. But his hands were not alone in their wandering, in their exploration. Olivia’s hand slipped under Pete’s undershirt and drifted lightly across his chest, lightly rubbing, delighting for the first time in feeling the hair on his chest. “Off”, she softly commanded, and gently pushed his t-shirt over his head. “Off”, she repeated, tugging lightly at the band of his boxer shorts.
Wordlessly Pete complied, lifting himself slightly as she pushed his boxers down, then, rising to her knees and bending (Pete taking in his first real sight of her pendulous C-cup breasts) she expertly pulled them down past his feet and tossed them aside, laughing again as she did. She lay back down, serious again, and let time pass as they both absorbed their new states; he totally naked, she virtually so, her nightie's thin gauze being the only thing separating them.
Finally she leaned back toward him and began their kisses again, their bodies coming together as if magnetized, her leg again cast over him. And then it was time for the ultimate test, the whole and entire goal Olivia had set for Pete. With a final, quick kiss, she leaned her head onto his chest and whispered “Dad, I love you sooo much.” And sensing that a little dirty talk might be a tool to add to her toolbox, she began “I want to make you hard, Dad,” and as he kissed her hair, “I want your cock as hard as a diamond Daddy,” the first time Olivia had called him ‘Daddy’ in decades. “Make your cock hard for your little girl, Daddy, make it hard.” And she began to stroke his flaccid penis slowly, gently, hoping against hope, holding hear breath, praying to the gods of Eros to make it happen.
Her heart leapt as she felt the first stirrings, her hand’s first feeling of a man’s hardening cock in years. She continued her soft strokes, cupping his balls occasionally, quietly and seductively whispering “that’s it, be my big boy, be my big cock, Daddy, be hard for your little girl.” And for his part, her words intoxicating him, need and lust beginning to blind him, his hands caressed her back, glided along her curves, and then cupped one of her breasts. Hearing her gasp as he gently cupped and fondled her breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipple, he shifted slightly and easily lifted her nightie over her head. Feeling their total and complete nakedness together for the very first time they almost heard an angelic chorus, a rising crescendo of music.
And that wasn’t the only thing that was rising; Olivia smiled, then laughed, then kissed her father as she felt his semi-erect cock in her gentle hand. Instinct had driven them and now another took over. Olivia quickly rose to her knees, scuttled quickly down, dragging her free hand down Pete’s body from his chest to his cock, and slowly leaned over, taking Pete’s cock into her mouth. She began with his glans, wrapping it in her lips and licking it softly, tasting his pre-cum for the very first time. And now her touches, her lips, her tongue were working faster than any drug could have. Within minutes Pete was fully erect. “My god, Dad…Daddy, what a big cock you have,” she smiled, mimicking Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to make love to you” replied Pete, getting in on the allusion. They both marveled at the sight; at Pete’s fully erect cock, at its slight curve, at its full seven inch length.
“Mission accomplished,” laughed Olivia, “I think we have blast off” and fell back onto the bed, her hand continuing to lightly stroke her father’s cock. “I don’t know if we have to report back to Dr. Richter what a good surgeon he is; he might wonder how we found out.” And she returned to embracing her father, caressing his muscles, his hair, thrilling in the rough feel of his unshaven cheeks. “Experiment completed,” she whispered. “Unless…”
“Ollie, you have no idea how grateful I am. You have no idea how much I love you, but…you’re my daughter. To go further will cross a line that we can never come back from. It’ll be illegal. It’ll be incest.”
“I know that, Dad, but who else would ever know? I will say it again; you need this…no, WE need this more than anything else. I said I could never replace Mom and I don’t want to. But if I can do anything, and I mean anything, to help you, to make you happy, then I really want to do it. And what could possibly be wrong with two mature, consenting adults making love? Who would be harmed or hurt?” Pete knew, as usual, that he was beaten and replied with a kiss.
And with that, cock still joyfully erect, he rolled to his side and began taking his turn. After a quick kiss he cupped and lightly caressed each of Olivia’s breasts, her moans beginning and her breathing coming faster. Taking each nipple between his lips in turn, he kissed, licked, and circled them with his tongue, Olivia’s moans becoming louder all the time. As his lips sucked her breasts lightly his hand caressed her chest, then her midriff, and finally cupped her vulva; at this Olivia’s whole body stiffened and lifted briefly off the bed.
He gently fondled her mound, teased the fur on it for a brief moment, and then found her cleft. Her body spasmed again as his finger slipped between her labia, found the wetness there, and began stroking up and down her opening. And now her body was shaking with uncontrollable tremors. “Oh god, ooohhh god, Daddy, I, oooohhh, I unnnggh” were guttural sounds as words began to fail her. His finger, now moistened with her juices, found her entrance and began its first forbidden incestuous entry into her body. Her shaking increased, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets and then her arms reaching out, pulling him to her as her sounds became primal, sounds that predated language. “Aaahhh, unnnhhh, yeeesss, yessss, don’t…unnhhh stop”. His finger now fully pressed into his daughter’s soaking pussy, Pete added a second finger as Olivia’s body began to buck on the bed until finally it arched, stopped its tremors briefly, and then collapsed as Olivia’s orgasm wracked her body, her toes curling, her thighs thrust together, gripping Pete’s fingers, her arms crushing him as her body continued with wave after wave of pleasure thundering through her.
Pete fell back, glanced down to his still erect and waiting cock, and then quickly rolled over, raised himself briefly, gently separated Olivia’s thighs, and placed his knees between them. Slowly recovered from her orgasm Olivia realized what was happening and quickly spread her thighs more to give her father greater access to her. He leaned down, placing a hand on each side of her, looked longingly and slowly at her, and said “Ollie, I love you more that I can say. No, I’m in love with you,” and leaned down and kissed her again. He slowly descended until his forearms suspended him above his daughter and reached down, found his cock, and guided it to her welcoming, wet entry. He gasped as with his first thrust he easily entered his daughter, their incest now complete. He reveled in her tightness, his cock now gripped with a warm, wet, velvet glove.
And as he leaned above her Olivia’s hands drifted up and down his back, his sides, first caressing and then gripping, then sliding down to his buttocks, squeezing and pressing him into her. “Dad…Daddy, I never planned this,” she gasped as her breath came faster and faster, “but, oh Daddy, I want you so badly. Do it, Daddy, do it. Take me. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your little girl”. That was all it took as Pete slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock remained in Olivia, then thrust back into her, her body lifting with the pleasure that shot through her. He began his rhythm slowly at first, but as she regained her words “yes, Daddy, yes, yes, right there. Oh my god, I…fuuuck, don’t stop, fuck your little girl” his thrusts came faster, his thrusts deeper, the rhythmic slapping of his balls against her and her moans, his soft grunts the only sounds in the room.
He felt her orgasm approaching and her “Oh, Daddy, I’m close, I’m…uuunnhh..cumming” and with that her body lifted them both as her second orgasm rocked and wracked her. She bounced several times, her legs now wrapped around her father, her ankles locked to prevent any escape, holding him deep inside of her. With her orgasm Pete felt his release and made one last thrust into his daughter as he felt his cock pulsing as he felt his orgasm wash over him.
He lay quietly and as lightly as he could on his daughter as his cock softened. Finally he rolled over and smiled at the soft slurping sound as his cock fell from his daughter’s dripping pussy. “Ollie, that was amazing. That was…with all respect to your Mom…the best sex I can remember. And I think if I’d ever had better sex than that I’d remember.”
Olivia lay quietly, then rolled over to face her father, tears in her eyes. “Me too, Dad. I always liked, no, loved sex, but as I said with Andrew there wasn’t much to it. I don’t think I’ve had good sex, well, an orgasm, anyway, in six years. That’s a long time.” And, kissing him again, said “I’m not going to wait that long again. Damn, Dad, I don’t think I’m going to wait 24 hours” and they both laughed. I think I may have to go and get a morning after pill tomorrow, though, and make other arrangements. I never really intended this, Dad, I only wanted to make sure you could, you know, get hard…for other women. But I’m glad, I’m so glad that the plan changed. And I’m sorry for the tears; they’re tears of happiness. And, of course, there are always tears when you peel an onion.”
“No you don’t have to make arrangements, Ollie. Maybe Mom never told you, but after you were born I got snipped; I’ve been shooting blanks for decades. And moreover, if you read up on it, you know I’m not going to be producing a lot of…cum, now that my prostate is gone. No fuss, no muss.”
“Well, I plan to make as much muss with you as I can, Dad. Count on it.”
And with that they fell asleep in each other’s arms. And true to her word Olivia “insisted” on testing Dr. Richter’s work regularly. Very regularly, in fact. All it took was her invitation: “Dad, isn’t it time that we peeled another onion?”
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