1 comments/ 5648 views/ 7 favorites Family By: falcon29 I had never known until that night what people meant when they talk about having their "heart in their throat". My neighbor's little pickup took the hospital exit off the freeway faster than I knew was possible. Fortunately there was little traffic in general, and no cars at all on the exit ramp. It was not my neighbor's driving that had my throat constricting so that I felt my pulse there, however. That began when I got the phone call from the police. "Mr. Fredricksen?" The impartial voice came through the line. After confirming I was myself, I heard words that are among the most dreaded to hear over the phone - or any other way, for that matter. "I'm afraid there's been an accident..." My wife, Claire, and my stepdaughter, Charlie, had wrecked the car. They had been taken to the hospital by the paramedics. That was all he could tell me on the phone. I ran next door to draft Jimmy for a ride. My own pickup was in the garage, but I knew I couldn't trust my driving right then. Our car had been totaled and both the women in my life were now in the emergency room. The truck's tires squealed as Jimmy twisted the wheel to bring the vehicle under the canopy outside the emergency entrance. We'd hardly stopped moving when I bailed out. I ran inside while he went to park. The attendant at the desk told me that my wife was in surgery. "What about Charlie?" I demanded. The nurse frowned. "I understood it was a young girl..." she scanned the clipboard. "Yes! Charlie... Charlene! Our daughter! How is she?" I knew I was nearly shouting, but I was scared. "She'll be fine..." the nurse didn't get the chance to continue. Just as my consciousness registered Jimmy's arrival at my side, a female voice behind me said, "Mr. Fredricksen?" I spun around and found myself facing an impossibly young woman in a white doctor's smock. She had the requisite stethoscope draped over her neck. She took the clipboard from the nurse and penned some entries on it. Handing it back, she turned me with a hand on my shoulder and we walked away from the admission desk. "As the nurse told you, your daughter is fine. She fractured her right forearm and there are some lacerations to her hands. You can go see her in just a moment. She is as anxious to see you as you are her. Your wife suffered more serious injuries, I'm afraid." Her voice had a calming effect on me. My heart clenched at her words. Still, she was calm. It couldn't be that bad, but she hadn't told me yet. I tried to control my imagination. "Why is she in surgery?" I asked. "Relax. It isn't that serious. Her right femur - thigh bone - had a compound fracture, but the x-rays showed that there was also extensive damage to her tibia, the shinbone of the same leg. So much that it necessitated placing some 'hardware' in to repair it. The doctors should be finishing up in another couple of hours." The doctor told me that my wife was under a general anesthetic. Whenever they used a general, she said, the patient had to remain in the hospital at least overnight. Since Claire's surgery entailed insertion of steel pins, she would be in there for a few days longer to monitor her for infection or rejection. Jimmy waited in Emergency while the doctor took me to the second floor recovery room, where Charlie was resting. I almost cried when I saw our beautiful eighteen year old girl. Both eyes were black and her right arm was in a cast. Her hands were wrapped in thick bandages and another length of gauze bandage was wrapped around her forehead like a headband. I thought she was asleep, but our voices caused her to raise her head and turn toward the door. She croaked out a pitiful, "Daddy..." that broke my heart. I rushed across the room and stood beside her. I just stopped myself from taking her hand. Instead I settled for a hand on her gowned shoulder. Her cheek was undamaged and I bent to kiss it. Then she rasped, "Water?" I held the plastic straw to her lips and she sipped gratefully. The doctor checked her over briefly and told her that her mother was going to be fine. I saw the relief on Charlie's face. The doctor told us both then that Charlie could leave as soon as the paperwork was ready. "Or, if you don't feel quite up to it, you can stay a while longer," she told her. Charlie said she wanted to rest a little bit longer. "What about my wife?" I asked the doctor. "If you want to wait either here or in the waiting room, we'll let you know as soon as she is out of the O.R. As I said, she'll be unconscious until late tonight. You won't be able to talk to her, but you can see her before you go." Charlie tried to sit up, but she was woozy from the anesthetic. "Mom had to have surgery? I thought she just had a broken leg?" I let the doctor explain. Then she said that we could stay as long as we needed. She would have the discharge papers left at the desk for us. She turned and her squeaking footsteps faded down the hallway. I turned back to my daughter. She had become so dear to me in the short time she had been in my life. I had married her mom only two years before, about the time Charlie turned thirteen. It was kind of a rocky start for Charlie and me. She didn't like the idea of a new man in her mother's life after the divorce. But my sense of humor and - more likely - my cooking charmed her. Now we were real buddies. We lived the father / daughter roles, but our relationship was more complicated than that. We loved each other as a father and daughter would, but there was an element of friendship that rarely, if ever, exists between a blood parent and child. I had acknowledged to myself when Charlie started to develop that I had some sexual feelings toward her, though I knew they had to live and die inside my head only. I didn't want to risk losing either my wife or Charlie's love and trust by doing something stupid. Even those times when Charlie acted as if she was flirting with me, I chalked up to hormones and feeling her way around the new world of puberty. Now I looked down at her with her black eyes. "Uh... Honey?" I said. "Yeah?" "I hate to tell you this, but... you look..." I cleared my throat for effect. "Well, you look kind of..." I watched the anticipation build as I dragged it out. "... well, kind of like a... raccoon." Charlie had just taken another sip of water. She sprayed it into the air (and on me) and jerked up as I laughed. "Owowow," she groaned, holding her plastered arm. Then she relaxed again. "My head and stomach hurt, Daddy!" Then she made a face and added in a mock whisper, "Asshole!" I chuckled again. "But you're a pretty little raccoon, Honey," I said. She just stuck her tongue out and lay back on her pillow. By eleven that night we received word that Claire was in recovery. Everything had gone according to the book. After looking in on her, we decided we might as well go on home. Charlie was ready to go, since she was so worn out. The orderly wheeled her down while I went to the waiting room to get the papers and ask Jimmy to bring the truck around. Charlie leaned her head on my chest all the way home. Jimmy said goodnight and I thanked him as we went into the house. I helped Charlie to the couch and got her set up there with pillows and a blanket. She asked for ice cream so I brought a dish for her from the kitchen. Between the spoonfuls I fed her, she told me how the other vehicle had run the stop sign and plowed into the passenger side of our car. Charlie had waited until she was eighteen to get a learner's permit. She had been driving, so it was her mom who took the brunt of the crash instead of her. She said she thought at first the other guy had been drunk, but the police had told her he was just on his cell phone. Chalk up another one to modern technological stupidity, I thought. We sat and watched TV for a while, despite the late hour. Around midnight I saw her nodding. "Do you want me to help you up to bed, Honey? Or would you rather sleep here?" I asked. Her legs were sore and bruised, but not really injured. She could handle the stairs, but I sleep downstairs. If she needed anything in the night, it would be easier to get me if she was down there. "I think I'll stay here, but..." She hesitated uncomfortably; looking at her softball sized bandaged hands. I waited. "But I have to pee!" she sounded so pitiful again. At first I didn't understand. Then it came in a flash: I had to help her. I would have to tend her; not only to pee, but for everything she would normally do with her hands. I know it makes me sound like some kind of pervert, but it gave me a little thrill knowing that I'd have to wipe her and wash her for at least the next few days. The nature of our relationship dictated my response. I laughed. She looked furious for a second, and then she cracked up, finding as much humor in the situation as I was. "You'd better be very nice to me, young lady. I can make you very uncomfortable if you aren't," I made myself sound as much in charge as I could. "If you make me pee my pants, you'll be the one who has to clean it all up!" she countered. I saw her blush as the import of her own words sank into her mind. I ignored it and helped her off the couch and into the bathroom. I stood behind her as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Her panties followed and I discreetly made a point of not looking at her nudity as I helped her to sit. I left while she peed. When she called me back in, I saw that her face was beet red. I was very businesslike as I rolled a small wad of toilet tissue up and helped her to half stand. She spread her legs and I wiped her. That was when I realized she shaved her pubic hair. "Oh, God!" she groaned in embarrassment. "No big deal," I said as I pulled up her panties (she didn't want to sleep in her jeans, so I pulled them from her ankles and dropped them into the hamper) and walked her back to the couch. She got comfortable and I bent to tuck the blanket around her and to kiss her good night. She put her good arm around my neck and hugged me tight. "I'm so glad you and your mom are going to be okay," I told her. "If you need anything, just holler," I said. Then I went to bed. As I lay there in the dark I tried not to think too hard about my job for the next few days. The next morning I woke up early but groggy from staying up so late and the adrenaline rush the whole thing had given me. I walked through the living room to the kitchen. Charlie was still sleeping. I heard her call me as I turned the coffee on. She had to pee again. We repeated the routine from the previous night and she didn't seem as uncomfortable. I looked at her crotch as I wiped it. That morning I didn't make any effort not to look. It was so beautiful and soft. Charlie's hand on my shoulder tightened a little bit as I patted her dry. I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed. I wondered what effect our forced intimacy was having on her. Back in the living room we sat and drank coffee (Charlie sipped hers through a straw) with the morning news. There was a short blip about the accident. The other driver, too, was still in the hospital. "Good!" Charlie said. "He deserves it for being such an asshole! Goddamn cell phones!" Her parents had never been the kind to censor their children's language, except to the extent of discretion in public. At home they could talk the way they wanted. Both Charlie and her older sister swore as much as their mother - and me, for that matter. Kim, the older daughter was married and in England with her husband. I made a mental note to call her and let her know about the accident. Charlie surfed through the channels and I watched Charlie. She hadn't covered up again when she sat down. I looked at her long smooth legs and her tiny green panties. The tee-shirt stopped at her navel. She had cut her blonde hair short just a month before and it was definitely 'bed head' that morning. I saw that it was almost seven. I wanted to get to the hospital to see my wife. It was a puzzle what Charlie should do, though. I could hardly help her in a public ladies room. I asked her what she thought. "I'll call Jenny. Today is her day off. Maybe she can come and stay with me." Jenny was her best friend in school. "Okay, but it's too early for that, isn't it?" "Well, if I need help before I call her, I'll try Marge." Marge is Jimmy's wife. I was sure she would be happy to help. I'd clear it with her before I left. I spent the morning with Claire. I'd brought a deck of cards, magazines, the book she was currently reading, as well as clothes for her to wear when she got released. She showed me the device they'd placed on her leg. It was a new development that maintained the proper stress on the bones in lieu of her having to be in traction. All morning she drifted off in mid-sentence from the lingering effects of the anesthetic. When they started wheeling the lunch cart down the hall, she kicked me out, telling me to go home and take care of Charlie. I was grateful for that. I dislike being in hospitals - even when I'm just visiting. I just get bored. At home, Charlie and Jenny were on the couch. The stereo was on loud. When I walked in I turned it down. I was rewarded with twin raspberries from the girls. I asked Jenny how long she could stay, since I had some work to do in my office. She said she had to be at the dentist at 3:00, but she could stay until about twenty to 3. It was just 12:30 so that would work out okay for me. I thanked her and went into my office. A few minutes later, I needed some papers from my briefcase, which I'd left in my bedroom. I had to pass through the living room on the way. I was in my socks and the thick carpeting made my progress silent. The girls were still on the couch. Their backs were toward me. They obviously didn't realize I was there. They suddenly giggled. Charlie whispered, "You should have seen his face when he saw I didn't have any pubes!" They laughed and I just stopped to listen. Jenny asked if it made her wet when I wiped her. Charlie just groaned! I suddenly felt exposed so I tiptoed back into the hallway, just out of sight. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. Was Charlie sexually active? I shook my head, and then strained my ears to hear them. "You know," Jenny's whisper was raspy. "You're gonna have to take a bath sooner or later. Gary will have to do the duties." I had already had the same thought. My face got hot then. "I know!" Charlie said. "I can't wait! His strong hands will be all over me then." "God!" Jenny replied, fidgeting on the couch. "I'm so jealous! Gary is such a hunk, even if he is so old." I reared back at that. I'm only forty two. Then I smirked at myself. Of course to eighteen year olds I'm ancient. Still, I thought, I have heard many women wax romantic over Sean Connery. He's in his seventies now. That was one of the few things Charlie and Claire agreed upon. Sean was a hunk to all womankind, apparently. I didn't want to hear any more. I silently retreated to the office, then coughed and made some noise as I came out. The girls turned to look at me as I crossed the room. Briefcase in hand, I returned to the office and closed the door. "Daddy?" Charlie's voice came from the open door of the office. Jenny had gone to her appointment. Charlie stood in the hall outside my office. From the way she fidgeted, I knew she had to go again. I smiled and we went down the hall to the bathroom. "Um... I think you'll want to go out for a while," she said. Her face had taken on the deep red she'd worn the first time I had helped her. Then I realized she had to take a dump. "Oh! Yeah, you're right about that! I've smelled your stink before." She stuck her tongue out, but I knew it was what she needed. I had to make things seem as normal as possible to ease her embarrassment. I pulled the door almost closed and went into the living room. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush and Charlie called me back. We went through the supremely embarrassing routine of me wiping her pretty little ass. Then she said, "Can I have a bath, Daddy?" I don't think she noticed my brief hesitation. "Of course you can, Honey. Just let me finish one thing in the office." I went back into the hall. I didn't have anything to do in the office; I just needed a second to prepare myself. I had only seen her naked once before, back just after Claire and I married. Being a new stepfather, I had just burst into the bathroom one night just as Charlie had stepped out of the shower. She screeched and covered herself with a towel. I apologized profusely and the incident was forgotten. That was before she has sprouted her little titties, though. I didn't really see anything, either. Now I was going to give her a bath. I gulped and returned to the bathroom. Charlie was trying to struggle out of her tee-shirt. She had it partially off her head. While she was blinded by the shirt, I looked at her bra covered breasts. They looked larger than I had thought them to be, but still small. I laughed and she snorted. "Here, Honey, let me do it." I got the shirt off and started the water filling the tub. She sat in her underwear and waited while the tub filled. On an impulse, I dumped some bubble bath into the flow. Suds soon began to billow up. We talked about her injuries. She said they didn't really hurt much. I left the room and retrieved some plastic bags from the kitchen. I taped them over her cast and bandages as insurance. When the tub was full of water and suds, I stood up. I smiled at her and she reddened again. She stood up and turned her back to me. I unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off her arms and let it drop. Then I knelt to slide her panties down. Her round butt was inches from my face. To lighten the mood, I gave her a swat. She squealed and slapped backward toward me, missing because she couldn't see where she was aiming. She stepped one foot into the tub. When she tried to put her other foot in, she slipped. I grabbed her, my arm going around her middle. My other hand ended up on her hip, just below her waist, and half on her ass. "Be careful, Honey!" I said. She sank into the covering suds quickly. "It was your fault!" she said. "I was hurrying so you wouldn't swat my ass again." "Bullshit!" I said. "You were just in a hurry because you didn't want me looking at your skinny little body." "Bite me," she said, but there was a grin on her face. I knelt on the bath mat and took up the washrag and soap. Charlie leaned back and closed her eyes. "This feels great! I was getting tired of smelling myself." I laughed and wondered where to start. Then I knew. I put the soap and washrag back on the edge of the tub. I had her turn around so her back was toward the faucet. I lifted the shower head from its bracket and turned on the water. After adjusting it, I told her to lean back. I got her hair wet and twisted the ring to close the shower without turning it off at the tap. I shampooed her hair and she groaned with enjoyment. It reminded me of the groan I'd heard when she and Jenny were talking. Under my jeans, I felt my dick begin to stir. While her eyes were still closed, I glanced at her budding breasts. They were little hillocks on her chest, dusted now with suds. The nipples were bright pink and looked like they were hard. I had to wonder what thoughts were going through her mind. I took a good long time rinsing her hair. I was eager, yet reluctant to get on with the more important parts of her body. I wrapped a towel around her head as best as I could. It looked sloppy, but it stayed in place and kept the water from dripping into her eyes. I took up the soap again and worked up a lather. I gently washed her face and rinsed it with the cloth. I turned her away from me and washed her shoulders, again using just my hands. She leaned forward so I could wash lower on her back. I helped her get to her knees to bring more skin out of the water. Her butt was red from the hot water and sitting on the hard tub. I washed down her back and just kept going. When I slipped my hand between her ass cheeks, she gasped a little bit, but moved her legs apart to give me access. It had to be washed, and I had to do it. She mumbled a quiet, "Oh, God!" and I wondered if it was from embarrassment or some other feeling. Family I turned her back to face me then. She was still on her knees. She held her arms up and I washed her front. She kept her eyes closed. I guessed she didn't want to look at me while I felt her naked body all over. That was fine with me, because it gave me the opportunity to take in all her young charms. Then I glanced up to see Charlie grinning at me. I realized then that I had been spending way too much time on washing her breasts. I was busted! My dick was like steel in my pants, but she couldn't know that. The position I was in kept it hidden from her view. My face got really hot and I used the washcloth to rinse her chest. I washed her belly and then hesitated. She leaned her elbows on the back edge of the tub and raised to a squatting posture, her knees spread wide. "Go ahead, Daddy. I need my pussy washed, too." I looked down to see it in all its glory. Wet and shiny, it seemed to peek at me. Her lips were swollen, either from the heat or from my hands running over the rest of her body. I soaped my hands and slid one down to cup her hairless mound. I rubbed it gently and Charlie pushed against it. She let her head hang back and she groaned openly. "That feels really, really good, Daddy," she whispered. Pretense was falling away on all sides. I licked my lips, imagining what she might taste like. I slid my hand farther down so that my thumb was right on top of her clitoris. That placed my fingers at her asshole again. I washed her there some more and rubbed her little nub with my thumb. Her knees started to tremble and I knew if I kept it up she would have an orgasm. I was sweating and felt my cock oozing into my underwear. I pulled my hand away and splashed her crotch with sudsy water. She jerked and her eyes popped open. They looked surprised. She didn't say anything. She just sat back in the tub and I finished by washing her legs and feet. She giggled when I tickled her feet. I pulled the plug and helped her to her feet. Now there was no reluctance on her part. She kept glancing at the obvious bulge in my jeans. There was no way for me to hide it so I just pretended it wasn't there. I still had the shower hose hanging. I pushed the button and waited for it to warm up again. Then I carefully rinsed all the bubble bath off her as she turned around. She was facing me and she spread her knees for me to rinse her crotch. Our eyes locked together as I directed the spray at her cunt. Her eyes squinted a bit from the sensation but she didn't close them. We both knew for sure at that point that our relationship had changed. I sat on the toilet lid and dried her off. She rested her hands on my shoulders and put one foot on the tub edge so I could dry her crotch. I took my time. I could smell her female scent then. I wanted nothing as much as to pull her to my mouth to taste her. Still, I held off. When she turned her back to me I dried her from shoulder to waist. Then the little shit bent forward and stuck her ass in my face for attention. I chuckled at her boldness, but obediently dried her off. Then I leaned forward and planted a kiss on each cheek before delivering another sharp swat to her butt. She jumped again and spun around. Then she stormed out of the bathroom, calling me names. I heard her stomp up the stairs. I laughed because I knew what she hadn't realized yet. She couldn't dress herself. I took my time rinsing the tub out and hanging wet towels. When I got to her room, she was lying on the bed on her belly. I noticed the blankets were kind of bunched up under her hips. I got the distinct impression that she'd been humping herself against the wad of blankets. I also got the impression she hadn't finished. I decided to be merciless. "What do you want to wear, Honey?" I asked her. "It would be nice if you went with me to see your mom before she gets her dinner." She directed me to the clothes she wanted. I helped her get into them and brushed her hair before we went back downstairs. Fortunately, Charlie's hair style was one that needed little tending. I would have made a mess of it, I'm sure. At the hospital, Claire was much more herself that evening. Charlie finally got the chance to apologize to her, even though we all knew it hadn't been her fault. Claire teared up at the sight of Charlie's cast and bandaged hands. It took a few minutes before Claire realized the implications of the bandages. "How do you go to the bathroom, Charlie?" she asked. Charlie grinned. "Let's just say that Daddy is a big help, even if he is kind of clumsy." Claire looked surprised at first. Then she realized it was necessity and she laughed. We played a game of cards, Claire holding Charlie's cards for her when it was her turn. Charlie indicated the cards she wanted to discard by their position from one end. Claire won, as usual. I put the cards away. Charlie was restless so I suggested she go down to the gift shop and get a magazine or two. When she was gone, Claire looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "So, you've been feeling my daughter's nubile young pussy!" I told her not to talk so loud. She just laughed. "What about bathing?" she asked then. "Actually, I just bathed her before we came down here. It was... interesting." She asked me to explain. I told her we were both awkward at first, but relaxed eventually. "Be careful, Honey. You know she has a huge crush on you, don't you?" "No she doesn't!" I protested. "She loves me, I know. That's all it is." "Huh-uh." Claire shook her head. "I can tell. She's got her hormones running strong now. She's already masturbating." I had to tell her what I had discovered when I went up to Charlie's room. We had a laugh over that. Then Claire got serious. She turned to look out the window for some seconds. When she turned back, she took a deep breath and started to speak. "I never have told you - or anyone, for that matter - but my brother and I played at sex when we were teenagers. We didn't fuck, but we played with each other. I think most kids that close in age do some experimenting. It was actually me who started it. I remember hearing some noises in his room one night. The door was closed, but there was light coming out under it, so I knew he was awake. I was a sneaky little shit when I was eighteen. He was nineteen at the time. I managed to open the door a crack without making any noise. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and jerking off. Somehow I knew it was something taboo, if only because he had his dick in his hand. I knew it had to be some kind of sex. Even at eighteen, I was still pretty ignorant about sex, though. Anyway, I watched him until he came. I didn't bother trying to close the door then. I just ran like hell for my own room and jumped under the covers. I didn't think I'd made any noise, but he knew or sensed something. At the very least, he found the door open. A few minutes later he came into my room in the dark. All he had on were the boxers that I'd seen around his ankles a few minutes before. He didn't say anything at first, just sat on the bed and looked down at me. "'You saw, ' he whispered. Mom and Dad were downstairs, but still awake. He didn't say it like a question. He didn't sound mad, either. That gave me the courage to admit I'd been spying on him. 'Do you know what I was doing?' he asked me. I shook my head. I really didn't know, but I was dying to learn about it. A warm feeling had started in my little pussy. That was the first time I can remember getting aroused, even if I didn't know what it meant then. He explained masturbation to me. "I was surprised when he told me girls could do it, too. Then he asked me if I wanted to feel his cock. Did I ever! I didn't know why, but I wanted to touch it. He stood up and pushed his shorts down. His cock wasn't soft the way I remembered it from back when we used to bathe together. It was a lot bigger, too. It was pointing straight at me. I reached out and touched it. It was sticky at the end. He was still oozing semen. He had me take hold of it and stroke it. I did for a while, but stopped. He wanted me to keep on, but I wouldn't. I was too excited and embarrassed at the same time. Before he left he cautioned me not to say anything to our parents. He assured me that they would get mad. I believed him, especially now that he had made me a part of his secret. "The next night, he came into my room after our parents had gone to bed. Our house was set up like ours is now. My parents slept downstairs and our rooms were upstairs. He woke me up and asked me if I wanted to masturbate him. He told me he would tell me how to do it for myself if I did. 'Then you can see how good it feels, too.' He lay on the bed next to me. I followed his directions and he spewed all over his belly. I was hooked then. It was like magic, knowing I had done that. I kept rubbing his cock after he came. With my other hand I felt my little pussy. It was leaking, too. At first I thought I was wetting the bed, but he explained about lubricating juices. Then he rubbed me a while. He did it more for himself then for me, but we both felt good. I didn't climax that night. "We got into the habit of getting together at night, or even during the day when we were home and our parents were out. Eventually, he was able to make me come, too. I'm not sure why we never had intercourse, but we didn't. We kept playing until he went to college. By then we knew all about the mechanics of sex. We knew, too, about incest. What we did was, I guess, technically incest, but neither of us felt too guilty about it. We stopped short of fucking. He was the one who broke my hymen. He did it with a candle." She stopped talking then and I could tell she was lost in her memories. I took her hand. She looked up at me. "Do you think I'm terrible now?" she asked. "Hell, no, I don't!" My voice was harsh. Her story had excited me. I showed her how I felt by putting her hand on my erection. She giggled. It sounded remarkably like Charlie had the night before. The thought of Charlie and our current situation suddenly made me wonder why she had chosen now to tell me all this. I got an uncomfortable feeling. She looked at me. I bent forward and kissed her deeply. She massaged my cock through my pants. I humped at her hand for a few seconds, enjoying her attention. "Do you think there's room for me in there?" I asked, indicating the narrow bed. "Hmm... maybe, but," her eyes looked past me, "I don't think it's exactly the right time." I turned to see that Charlie had returned. I wondered how long she had been there. I casually backed out of Claire's hand and tried to act as if nothing had happened. We hung around a while longer, and then the dinner cart was in the hall. Claire asked me to stay a minute after Charlie went out of the room. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly. She searched my face with her eyes. Then she said something I never thought I'd hear any woman say. "Take care of our daughter, Gary. I know this is hard for you, having to tend all of her bathroom needs and all. I was eighteen when Bobby and I started playing around too. He was almost as ignorant as I was. You're much more experienced, and a great lay, at that. Charlie isn't your blood daughter. It wouldn't be incest." She stopped, the message hanging there in the air. My throat had closed up. I couldn't even begin to formulate a response to that even if I could have spoken. She smiled at me and winked. She winked, for Christ's sake! Then she laughed at what my expression must have looked like. The nurse walked in with her dinner tray and Claire shooed me out. Just as I was about to close the door, she called me back. "She's on birth control, you know." I did know. Claire had handed me the b.s. about regulating her period the year before. I knew she had been worried about Charlie's hormones and her adventures with the boys. "You seem awful quiet, Daddy." We were driving down our dark street. Lights were on in all the houses. People were sitting down to dinner, watching TV, surfing the internet. Charlie and I were on our way home. My mind was in a whirl. I was trying to absorb the fact that my wife had given me her permission to have sex with her daughter. Our daughter. "Oh." I said. I cleared my throat. "Just thinking, Honey," I said. ("Yeah," I thought, "thinking about what it would feel like to bury myself between your legs!") She reached over and rested her hand on my shoulder. "She'll be okay. The doctor said so," She thought I was worried about Claire. It made me feel like a pervert. I pulled her across the seat to sit next to me. Her hand slid down to lay on my leg. I know it was just my imagination, but it felt like a little heater resting there. I pulled my pickup into the driveway and cut the engine. I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. We got out, Charlie scooting out my side so I didn't have to go around and open her door. I opened the door and let her go in before me. She sat on the couch while I turned on the TV. "Can you help me out of these pants, Daddy?" Charlie had kicked off her shoes at the door. I knelt down and unbuttoned the jeans and worked them off her hips. They were tight and her panties slipped down with them. "Do you want these on or off?" I asked her, my hands on the elastic of her undies. She looked at me, then shrugged. "Off, I guess." She raised her hips and I slid them off and down her legs. She doubled her legs under her and sat with a mild expression, her gaze trained on the screen. I took her clothes to the stairs and dropped them on the bottom step. Then I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a stiff drink. My cock was hard in my pants. I briefly considered shedding my clothes as well, but decided that would be too abrupt. I went back in and sat beside Charlie, trying to keep from staring at her naked crotch. The shirt she wore wasn't one of the long ones she slept in. It was normal length, stopping at her waist. It was disconcerting to be sitting there with a eighteen year old girl naked from the waist down next to me. We took her to pee once more before bedtime. When I asked if she wanted to be in her bed or on the couch, she asked if she could sleep in my bed. "I want to be able to call you, but the couch made my back sore last night," she explained. I considered that, and then consented. We went into the bedroom. She waited for me to turn the blankets down for her. When she climbed into bed, she stayed sitting up. She asked me to take her bra off for her. I pulled the shirt off, and then unhooked the bra. She declined to put her shirt back on. "You've seen me naked anyway. It's no big deal." If she only knew how big a deal it was! But I tossed the shirt on the bedside table with her bra. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It occurred to me that she hadn't brushed. I went back and told her. She slipped out of bed and walked with me to the bathroom. She seemed to have become very much at ease being naked with me. I brushed her teeth for her, then my own. We went back to the bedroom together. Out of some fading sense of propriety, I left my briefs on when I undressed. I know she saw my erection under them, but pretended to ignore it. I kissed her cheek and rolled to my side. She asked if I would rub her back for a while. I turned toward her and rubbed her back. "You're going to owe me big time when this is all over, Charlie," I told her. "I know," she said in a sleepy voice. "I'll give you a bath some time if you want." She pushed her butt back until she came into contact with my groin. "That might be kind of fun!" I backed off. She had me at a disadvantage. She was flirting outrageously, from having me strip her in the living room, to humping her ass into me. I had the knowledge that whatever we did wouldn't upset her mother, though. I finally came to a decision. I told her to roll onto her belly. While she did that, I quickly stripped off my underwear. I rose up and straddled her thighs, being careful not to let my cock run into her yet, though my balls rested on her thighs. I continued the massage. I moved lower on her back. When I reached her waist, I moved back up. The next time I made my way down, I kneaded her butt, a cheek in each hand. I began t massage her the same way I do her mother. It became a kind of lovemaking, or at least a prelude to it. She gave out appreciative moans, especially when I was rubbing her ass. "Are you still a virgin, Charlie?" I asked her. She hesitated before answering. "Mostly," she said. My hands stopped midstream. "Mostly? That doesn't make sense, Honey," I laughed. "That's like being a little bit pregnant. You either are or you're not. Have you ever had sex? By that, I mean intercourse." "No. Not quite." She explained openly then. A boy had taken her into the woods at the park one day. They had played some. It sounded a lot like Claire's story, except for the setting and the fact that the boy wasn't her brother. "I jerked him off and he stuck his fingers into me. It felt good, but he was nervous. Not like the way you are," she added. So she was still a virgin! I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Excited, but apprehensive. Still, I knew I had to have her. I declared her massage ended. I dismounted and she rolled to her side. She took a long look at the erection standing there in front of her. I was on my knees, resting on my heels. I didn't say anything. She looked at my dick, then at my face. I smiled. She smiled back and reached forward, forgetting her bandages. "Oh! I guess I can't jerk you off!" I moved closer to her. My cock hung just a few inches from her face. "You can do something better, though," I told her. She knew about blow jobs. I hadn't asked her, but she opened her mouth and licked the head of my cock. I trembled at the sight and feeling of it. She slid her mouth over it and sucked at it. I knew she must have done this at least once before. I didn't feel so bad then. She sucked me for a few minutes before I stopped her. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" Her face was the same as if she had done something completely innocent, instead of just sucking my cock. "No, you did it just right. It's just that sometimes a man doesn't want to just have a blow job." I lay down beside her and pushed her onto her back. "Has anybody ever licked your pussy?" I asked her. She shook her head, but I saw the idea excited her. I kissed her on the lips then. I slid my tongue between her lips briefly and then kissed her neck. I worked my way down her body with kisses, sucking and teasing her erect little nipples. I got between her legs and began to give her the most pleasure I think she'd ever had. I sucked and licked her. I sucked and nibbled her gently. I stuck my tongue deep into her tight canal, drawing shudders from her. I looked up at her while my mouth was busy between her thighs. I kept my eyes on hers as I lowered my head to tongue her puckered asshole. Her eyes widened and she flushed deep into her hair and down her chest. She pushed her legs even farther apart. "Daddy!" she gasped. I probed her back hole a bit before returning to her virgin pussy. I began sliding a finger into it a bit. She rocked her hips and moaned. Her breath began to come faster. I slid a second finger in beside the first. It went in easily. She was oozing lots of juice. She still wasn't opened up enough for a cock yet, though. Claire had a small cigar sized vibrator in the nightstand. I got it out and began to use it on Charlie. She loved it! Then she giggled. "I've used that before," she said, conspiratorially. "When you and Mom were gone one time I poked around in here. I found your movies, too." That was where all her knowledge had come from, I thought. But if she'd used the vibrator... "Did you stick this into yourself?" I asked her. "Not all the way. I didn't want to break my hymen." She looked at me then. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Family I nodded at her. "Yes, Honey. I am. I'll be as gentle as I can. I'm told it hurts some at first. You know that, too. But it soon will feel really good." "I know it will, Daddy. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard!" The passion in her voice fueled the fire in my groin and my cock felt twice its size. "I'm going to use this to open you, Honey. Then we'll be okay after that." She nodded and pulled her knees to her chest. "Go ahead!" she gasped. "Do it!" I did. I pushed into her until I met resistance. Then I pushed just a bit harder. I felt it go. She jerked and cried out, but she held on to her knees. I worked the little vibrator in and out of her and she began to pant again. The pain had eased for her. I pushed my shirt under her hips to protect the sheets. Then I got into position. Using my hand, I worked the very tip of my cock into her. Her virgin blood smeared over the knob. The sight excited me the way I'd never been excited in my life. Charlie would be my first virgin. I pushed and slid past her labia into her cunt. I waited, but she was too eager. She bucked up against me, impaling herself in spite of my own patience. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out, "Just fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Please fuck me!" She humped up into me and I was borne off on the tide of her excitement. I plunged into her to my balls and she gripped me tight. After a second or two I pulled back and my cock came out with a sucking sound and feeling. If I'd known what a pleasure it was to fuck a virgin, I'd have been more diligent in my earlier years. It took only a few minutes for Charlie to reach her orgasm. Mine happened almost without my realization. It didn't slow me down at all. I was not sated yet. I turned her over without taking my cock out of her. My legs went outside of hers. On her elbows and knees, she urged me in a loud voice to keep fucking her and never stop. She had at least three more orgasms before I reached my second - and final - one for the night. I wanted to continue, but my flesh demanded some rest. I let my flaccid cock slip from her and used the shirt to wipe us both somewhat clean. She giggled and groaned when I then lowered my face to kiss her tender, abraded flesh once more. I tasted us both, along with her "bride's blood". I'd never tasted anything so heady or sweet. I cuddled her into my arms and we fell asleep that way. When I woke up, my arm was numb. It had been under Charlie's head all night. I pulled it out and winced at the pain of the blood rushing back into it. I looked down at my sweet little stepdaughter/lover. She looked like such a child in her sleep. It amazed me that those little lips had only hours before been urging me to "stick my big hard cock into her hot little pussy". I slipped out of bed without waking her. I went to the shower and wondered what would happen in the future. I knew Claire was due to be released from the hospital that day or the next. She had given me permission to have Charlie, but it wasn't clear whether she meant it as a one time thing, or not. I wasn't sure how she would feel about me having an ongoing affair with Charlie. I heard a noise outside the shower. Pulling the curtain aside, I saw Charlie sitting on the toilet, her mouth agape in a giant yawn. She looked at me and smiled sleepily. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning, Honey," I replied. "How do you feel today?" "Great, I think!" She stood up, and then realized she had a problem. I told her to come over by the clothes hamper. I used a soiled hand towel to wipe her pussy. She winced a bit. "Are you sore?" I asked her. "A little bit," she grinned at me. "Nothing a little kissing it won't fix, though," she added. I laughed and swatted at her ass, but she had anticipated me. My hand felt nothing but air. She wanted to get into the shower with me, but I told her she'd get her cast and bandages wet. "You'll be out of those before long," I told her. "Then we'll see. Charlie..." I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I should tell her that her mother had given me permission to initiate her into sex. I decided not to say anything until I talked to Claire. "What?" she asked. "Never mind. I forgot what I was going to say." I don't know if she bought it, but she didn't call me on it. I finished my shower and got out. She had left the room. I found her in the kitchen trying to fix coffee. I took over. "I'm going to go to the hospital early today, Honey. Can you call Marge if you need help?" "Sure. Tell Mom I love her." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Daddy?" "What?" "Do you feel bad about... fucking me? I mean, with Mom and all..." Her voice trailed off. "No, Honey, but just don't think about it. We'll work it out." I took her in my arms, feeling her little breasts against the hair of my chest. "I love you. I'm not 'in love' with you, the way I am with your mom. But it's because I love you that we made love last night. I wanted to and I knew it was what you wanted to do. I overheard you and Jenny talking earlier. But you have to promise not to tell anybody - even Jenny. Let me tell your mom. You're my daughter except for blood. If people found out, It would be some kind of scandal. Everybody doesn't know that you aren't my blood daughter. Do you promise not to say anything?" "Of course I do, Daddy. I wish I could tell Jenny, though." She giggled and pinched my butt. "She'd like to fuck you, too, you know." I slapped her ass in return for the pinch. She spun out of my grasp and I finished making the coffee. I dressed her and went to dress myself. I tried to picture myself frolicking with the two girls, naked and wiggling all over my bed. The idea made me hard again. I pushed the idea out of my mind. Claire might not mind that I had made love to Charlie, but I didn't think she'd go for including Jenny into my stable. Then I wondered if Claire would let me continue loving Charlie physically. Well, I thought, we'll find out this morning. Claire was sleeping when I arrived. I sat in the chair and read the novel I'd brought for the purpose. Her voice brought me out of the details of the story and I closed the book. I went to her and kissed her. "I must taste like shit," she objected. "I haven't brushed my teeth. "Not too bad," I said. She noticed that I was preoccupied. She gave me a lopsided grin. "So, tell me all about it. You have a look about you that I recognize." I took a deep breath and told her all about it. Everything Charlie and I did, including the conversation I'd overheard between Charlie and Jenny. I watched her face as I spoke, not knowing exactly what to expect. It had occurred to me on the way to the hospital that she might have only meant for me to play around the edges of sex with Charlie; that I'd misunderstood her. That was why I knew I had to be completely honest now. If I had misunderstood, it was her fault for being so vague. As it turned out, she was not upset. She had meant for me to make love to Charlie. After I described how Charlie had urged me to "fuck her little pussy" she took my hand and slipped it between her thighs. She was dripping wet! The story was exciting her! Charlie wanted to get into the shower with me this morning, too. I think we might have opened a whole can of worms." I finished my story. "Well, if we did, we did. She's inherited my taste for sex, it seems. We can't "deal her the aces, then not expect her to play", as the song goes. I guess you'll just have to do double duty from now on." She was wearing that sideways grin again. "Just see that you don't short me because of her," she added. Well, I thought, that answers my question. I felt a pressure release my heart. I hadn't been aware how tight I'd been about that. The future was going to be wonderful!