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Moving no more than half an inch at a time I slowly masturbated against Katy's wonderful bottom. As I did, precum started spreading down her crack, lubricating more and more of my shaft. Before long, my erection was gently sliding up and down, about two inches in either direction. Another groan escaped from me as I
pulled on her hip to increase the pressure of her bottom against my crotch. The feeling of her small, soft bottom pressed into my crotch, her ass cheeks cushioning my erection and the feel of my penis sliding up and down between them was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had.
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A daughter sleeping in a father's bed proves too tempting to him.
"This is great, Dad," my eight-year-old daughter Katy enthused as she propelled her wheelchair through the front door of our new ranch style home.
I stopped at the door and watched Katy as she rolled herself into the living room. Seeing her smile and her enthusiasm brought a smile to my lips. It had been a hard three months since the accident with few periods of happiness.
My wife had been driving in the pouring rain after picking up Katy from school. The police told me she had apparently swerved to avoid something causing the car to skid off the road and hit a roadside tree. Angela was killed instantly. Katy, in the passenger seat had been saved by the airbag and seat belt. But my tool box on the back seat had slammed into the back of Katy's seat, damaging her spine.
The doctors told us that the damage to her spine may be permanent. Only time would tell. While we had more tests to go through, Katy would remain a cripple with no feeling from her waist to her toes. Yet, we had hope. A series of specialists had examined her and thought her paralysis may be reversible. However, there were a lot of physical exams to go through before we'd know for sure.
Walking into our new home, I dumped the last box in the living room.
"Dad!" I heard Katy shout from somewhere.
"You've got to see this," she yelled. "Come see."
Following the sound of her enthusiastic yelling I found her in the breakfast room, face pressed to the sliding glass doors, staring at the large swimming pool in the back yard.
"I'll have to turn on the heater, Katy. We can swim tomorrow. OK?"
I smiled again at her obvious joy. It had been a hard three months what with her hospital stay and her mother's funeral. The car insurance and life insurance had provided us with more than financial security. It had allowed us to sell our old duplex and buy this ranch style home. With the one floor layout, I felt better that Katy could now wheel herself anywhere in the home she wanted to go.
Of course there were still things she couldn't handle. Simple things like getting into the bath or moving from her wheelchair to the toilet seat were still beyond her capabilities as she didn't have the upper body strength to pull herself out of the wheelchair on her own. Fortunately, I had no problem helping her when she needed help.
Our lives appeared to be getting back on track, well, as much as they could under the circumstances. Katy was due to restart her schooling in a couple of weeks, subject to her being able to learn how to manoeuvre herself out of the wheelchair by herself. She was beginning to understand when she needed to go to the bathroom, although I didn't understand how as the doctors had said she had no feeling below the waist; something for me to ask at the next appointment. Nevertheless, at the beginning it had been embarrassing for Katy. Without realizing she needed to pee she'd just soak herself where she was sitting or in bed. After a couple of accidents, I put her in diapers explaining it was only until her body relearned how to adapt. Surprisingly enough, she appeared to learn quite quickly. Within a month diapers were no longer needed and, with the exception of a few emergencies during the night, she managed to regain control of her bowels.
However, because of the nighttime incidents and her determined refusal to wear diapers we ended up with her sleeping in my bed so she could wake me up when she had to go to the bathroom. When she was in her own bed, it took me too long to get to her and carry her to the bathroom before her bladder would release. I expected this to last a couple more months before she was ready to return to her own bed, so we had decorated her bedroom to her specifications and taste in our new home.
By early evening we had managed to unpack what remained of our move. Dinner was a simple pasta, mine with half a bottle of nice red wine, and ice cream for dessert. Dinner over, it was off to the den to watch TV, although we were both tired from moving and unpacking.
Sitting on the couch with Katy next to me, my arm around her while we watched some sitcom, I realized just how much I loved my eight-year-old daughter. She was beautiful, full of sass and personality, and had a smile that lit up my life.
Looking back, it was this first night in our new home when things changed for me. I don't know if it was the fact that we were starting a new chapter of our life in a new home, or the feeling that we had finally turned the corner and come to terms with our new situation, or even if it was simply something inherent in my genes, but my life as I knew it was about to change.
Our nightly routine hadn't changed, though. Katy rolled herself into the master bathroom and declared tonight she wanted to take a shower instead of a bath. As usual, I helped her undress, lifted her into a small chair in the tub and started the hand shower for her. Sitting on the toilet seat, I watched her wash herself as she chatted endlessly about various things she loved about our new house.
As I kept an eye on her I was conscious of how petite she was. Straight as a beanstalk, lustrous full black hair tumbling to her shoulder blades, a gorgeous face with small full lips and a cute nose, tiny pink areoles on her chest with mini nipples and thin enough that I could count her ribs. She wasn't underweight, I was reassured by the doctors, but she had lost some weight since the accident. I was very much in love with her and had fierce protective feelings that every proud father would.
"Done, Dad," she said, breaking me out of my reverie.
I lifted her out of the bath, putting her on a fluffy white towel, and let her dry herself. She was fiercely independent and refused any help if she could do something herself.
As she slipped her nightshirt, more like a long t-shirt, over her, I picked her up, placed her on the toilet to do her thing and went into the bedroom to turn down the blankets.
I gently picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other around her back. As I carried her to the bed I once again realized how small she was. I doubt she would tip the scales at 45 lbs wet with a full meal in her.
Once she was in bed, I headed to the bathroom to do my stuff.
"Go ahead and turn the TV on," I told her. "Pick something to watch, OK?"
By the time I returned from the bathroom in my boxers with clothes over my arm, Katy had found some sitcom that completely absorbed her. I felt my heart expand with love every time I heard her giggling at some inane antic on the show. Dumping my clothes over a chair, I crawled into bed to lie next to her. My left arm slipped under her neck and I rolled her over to me where her head came to rest in the crook of my shoulder.
Cuddled together, we watched TV until I felt her regular deep breathing, the sign of sleep. Gently I rolled her away from me onto her front with her head resting on the pillow facing away from me. This was her preferred sleeping position.
I returned to lying on my back, turned the channel to the Tonight show and let my left hand rest on Katy's back.
Without any conscious thought, I gently rubbed her back from her shoulder blades down the sweep of her spine to her lower back and up the rise of her small bottom then back to her shoulders. This had been my routine over the last weeks. It had started when Katy seemed to have disturbing dreams, tossing from side to side in her sleep. The gentle movement of my hand on her had calmed her and now it was a routine part of our nightly ritual.
However, tonight, at one point I suddenly became aware that my movement had pulled her nightshirt up. This awareness was the sudden feel of an incredibly soft but firm butt cheek in the palm of my hand. It was so small and firm in my hand that I couldn't help but fondle it a little exploring its delicate shape.
Now I might not have realized the position I was in if it hadn't been for the twitching of my penis. With initial horror I realized the feel of Katy's ass in my hand had elicited an involuntary sexual response in me. My hand froze in place with this realization. Jesus. What would Katy think if she woke up to feel her father fondling her ass?
Yet, I couldn't deny how marvellous it felt to me. Without moving my hand, I lay there and thought about this development. I couldn't deny that the feel of her bottom was an erotic experience to me. I had always been a lover of women's bottoms. The crease created by the cheeks and the top of the thighs was one of the sexiest sights to me. Yet, this was my daughter!
Then, perhaps in self rationalization, I thought about the fact that, with her spine injury, she wouldn't be able to feel my hand anyway, so where was the harm?
Maybe it was just because I was now horny after more than three months without relief, but common sense seemed to have taken a vacation.
My hand started moving again. I used my sense of touch to draw an image in my mind of the perfection of Katy's little bottom. I tested how much of it I could cover with the palm of my hand and let my fingers lightly trace the crack between her cheeks. My penis grew into a full erection forcing its way up to point towards my navel. I reached down to feel its outline in my boxers.
Getting braver I applied more pressure to my hand on Katy's ass, gently squeezing each petite round cheek. My erection throbbed with each squeeze of her delicious bottom. I felt the wetness of pre cum on my stomach and then, without warning, semen exploded into my boxers. I climaxed with spurt after spurt of cum jetting into my underwear. With each throb I grasped and massaged Katy's bum and a quiet groan slipped from my mouth. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt. It was the start of my slide down a very slippery slope.
As I calmed down I wondered in amazement at how I had achieved an orgasm with no self stimulation. Even after cumming and with my penis softening I was still sexually excited. I realized I was turned on by my eight-year-old daughter. I was excited by the illicitness of what I had just done. I was even excited by the feel of such a small child's bottom in my hand.
I had to think about this. Removing my hand from Katy's bum and smoothing her nightshirt back over it, I gently left the bed. In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I studied my face for some sign, of what I didn't know. Looking down to my boxers I saw the front completely soaked with semen. I knew I should have felt tremendous guilt and remorse for what had just happened but, for some reason, I didn't.
As I cleaned myself, I thought about it. Why didn't I feel guilty? Could it be because I knew Katy wasn't harmed? That she wouldn't have even felt what happened?
There was another disturbing aspect to this. I had to admit to myself that in my mind's eye I had found Katy's prepubescent bottom incredibly sexy. It wasn't just the feel of a bottom that had turned me on but the smallness and shape of her eight-year-old ass was unbelievably good.
Was I a pedophile? I had never found underage girls sexy. Cute, yes. But sexy? No. Yet now my image of Katy was subtly changing.
With a fresh pair of boxers on I returned to bed still preoccupied with what was happening to me. As I drifted into sleep I realized I really did think of Katy as sexy.
With the morning sun streaming through the window both Katy and I woke at the same time. Our morning routine consisted of me carrying her to the bathroom to do her thing, going to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee then returning to the bathroom to help Katy into her wheelchair. Katy would wheel herself into her room to select her wardrobe for the day and get dresses (except for socks and shoes which she still had trouble with). Meanwhile I'd do my stuff and would usually be dressing when Katy rolled back into the master bedroom.
"Dad," she started as she rolled into the bedroom, "Can we swim today?"
"Sure, honey. Let's have breakfast and I'll check the temperature of the pool."
Smiling, Katy turned her wheelchair around and headed for the kitchen. I followed and immediately we set about making breakfast. Katy helped by getting anything she could that was within arm reach. I took care of the cooking and, before you knew it, we were eating our eggs, bacon and toast at the kitchen table.
While Katy chatted away describing everything we were going to do today, my attention wandered. I thought back to last night, playing over in my mind what had happened. Not surprisingly I felt a twitch in my penis as I remembered the beautiful shape and firm but soft texture of Katy's bottom and the feel of my finger tracing the crack of her little buttocks. With only half an ear listening to Katy I looked at her beautiful, animated face and realized that I not only loved her as a father should, but found her attractive.
As I wondered what it would be like to kiss her exquisite little lips my erection returned with full force.
"What?" I asked, being jarred out of my daydreaming.
"Can we go swimming now?" Katy asked with an expression of excitement on her face.
"OK, honey. Go get your bathing suit on and I'll check the pool temperature."
I went out through the sliding glass doors and kneeling down, pulled the thermometer up. A perfect eighty-four degrees.
Returning to the master bedroom, I quickly stripped and pulled my bathing trunks on just as I saw Katy roll past my door towards the kitchen.
"Hurry up, Dad," was yelled out as I hustled to catch up to her.
The pool temperature was perfect; cool enough for comfort in the hot sun yet warm enough to stave off the chills. Katy, with her disability, used tremendous amounts of energy swimming with only her upper body. She'd either end up holding on to the edge of the pool or grabbing me around my neck when she needed to rest.
It was a perfect morning. Katy's squeals of enjoyment, our splashing each other, and hugging her to me when she needed a rest meant I had a big smile on my face most of the time. Every time Katy latched onto me I'd support her by holding her bottom in my hand. Then she'd charge off towards the edge of the pool or a floating mat.
Surprisingly, given last night, I didn't get any sexual feelings as I supported her. Perhaps it was the pure joy of watching Katy.
But that changed suddenly. Katy had wrapped her arms around my neck as I supported her bum in the palm of my hand when she suddenly spotted a Blue Jay fly across the pool to sit on the top of the wall that separated us from the neighbours.
With a squeal Katy yelled excitedly, "Dad, look, a Blue Jay."
She twisted around in my arm to follow the Blue Jay's progress. Suddenly, instead of a small bottom in my hand I found I had a hand full of Katy's pussy. I could feel her prominent, puffy mons in my palm and her tightly closed labia along my fingers.
While with her condition Katy had no idea of where my hand was, I sure did. My immediate reaction was purely physical; an instant erection. I couldn't help myself from gently squeezing her pussy and feeling the outline of her labia with my fingers.
Inside of five seconds I had gone from innocent enjoyment of my daughter to sexual desire. Fortunately, Katy pushed herself out of my grasp to swim to the edge of the pool near the Blue Jay, allowing me to wait for my erection to subside.
We spent the whole day by the pool either swimming or lying out on the deck, chatting or reading as the mood took us. By 5:30 we were both pretty tired.
As I helped Katy into her wheelchair I said, "Go get ready for your shower, Katy. I'll be there to help in a sec."
I entered the kitchen to put on dinner then went to the master bathroom. Katy had stripped and was ready for me to lift her into the tub chair. Setting the hand-held shower to the right temperature, I returned to the kitchen telling Katy, "Call me when you're finished."
Fifteen minutes later, "Dad! All done."
I lifted Katy out of the tub and sat her on a fluffy towel to dry herself. While she did, I took the opportunity to inspect her body. I've told you she was petite; slim arms, narrow chest, tiny dusky pink areoles and pea-sized nipples. As she sat drying herself my attention was drawn to her pudenda. With the memory of how it felt in my hand I now viewed it openly.
Her mons was surprisingly large and prominent. The labia were puffy and tightly closed showing only the crease where they met, disappearing down between her legs. With her legs being so slim, Katy had an inch to an inch and a half gap at her crotch, which only emphasized her beautiful pussy. I felt a tightening in my crotch as I enjoyed the sight. Then, my penis started to inflate and extend itself more as Katy moved one of her legs apart to dry the inside of her thighs. The movement resulted in her labia partly separating, allowing her clitoral hood to peek out. I saw light pink between her lips hinting at what lay deeper.
Tearing my eyes away from the incredibly sexy view, I left to get her nightshirt. By the time I returned, I was somewhat calmer.
Helping Katy into her wheelchair, we headed for the kitchen for dinner.
Throughout dinner I couldn't get the image of Katy's pussy out of my mind. As a result I spent dinner with a semi-erection and only half of my attention on what Katy was chatting about.
Thankfully Katy didn't seem to notice my distractedness. We decided on an animated movie for the evening entertainment. So, while Katy rolled into the den to set up the movie, I went and changed out of my bathing suit, took a quick shower and, since it was still warm in the house, slipped on my usual boxers and a T-shirt.
When I returned to the den, the movie had started and Katy was waiting for me to move her onto the sofa. As she reached out her arms to me I gently picked her up and moved both of us to the sofa, lying down on our left side with Katy spooning in front of me. I let my left arm slide under her neck, the other around her waist and hugged her to me as our attention turned to the movie.
Snuggling with Katy, my mind wandered from the movie to the memory of holding her little pussy in the palm of my hand in the pool and images of it from her bath. Predictably, I felt my penis stir as sexual feelings returned. My very first instinct was to pull my crotch away from Katy, but quickly remembered she couldn't feel anything, so I snuggled a little closer and let my penis come erect, pushing the front of my boxers out and lodging the tip where her thighs met.
I lay there, my penis throbbing, enjoying the illicitness of the situation. The fact that Katy had no idea what was happening and therefore wasn't being hurt in any way allowed me to relax. I didn't dare move my hips even though the urge was strong.
With my nose nestled into Katy's hair, the smell of fruit from her shampoo on every breath, and a throbbing erection pressing urgently at the crease of her thighs, I realized I wanted more from my daughter.
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