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DO IT FOR DADDY

He had never seriously thought about his eight year old daughter in any sexual way until the accident. It’s true, he remembered looking back over the years, that he had enjoyed giving her baths and seeing her little girl slit… that always received a little extra attention during baths. Back in those days, he smiled to himself… she certainly had, had a clean pussy. That ended when she began to bathe herself when she was four or five. Tad did continue to enjoy looking up her skirt while she watched TV, even so he felt a little guilty. That kind of peeping had given him a strange thrill, but nothing more obvious or overt ever happened. She was an adorable little girl everyone agreed on that. They had lived alone ever since her mom disappeared never to be heard from again; only an empty bank account to testify to her ever having been alive. Beverly had been three. Beverly… everyone called her Bev… had long auburn hair half way down her back that Tad usually kept in two pig tails. She was a bit shy but playful enough once she knew you. Her best friend was a big snow white stuffed toy, a dog named Benny. He knew her secrets that she whispered to him every night as she held him tight and drifted off to sl**p. Now at only four foot one and 40 lbs she was just a bit small for her eight years and four months. Then Tad had an accident at work. He was a foreman at a construction site and when a front end loader had malfunctioned, snapped a bolt and dropped a load of lumber, Tad’s hands ...

... were in the way. Both hands had broken bones, it could have been much worst. He was lucky to still have hands. He could wiggle his finger tips at the very ends of the two full hand casts that would be a part of him for several weeks. He was going to have to have help with most common chores around the house. His daughter Beverly would be a big help he was sure. She could help to cook and clean and even tie her dad’s shoes if she had to. Depending on her for more personal help really started the very night of the accident. That night, with his new cast on, he realized he had a problem. He actually could get into and out of his tee shirt and pants he guessed, but little else. His finger tips were free but he couldn’t do much with them. So when it came time for a piss he was in big trouble. His best friend Tim, had stayed with him after the accident and then brought him home from the emergency room and stayed to have a couple of beers and a few shots of Irish whisky. By the time Tim had left Tad needed to piss “like a race horse”. Try as he might he just couldn’t begin to get his cock out of his pants. Hell, he couldn’t even unzip the fly or unbuckle his belt. He was fucked and tried to think of what to do. That was when he thought of Bev. She had stayed by his side as soon as he got home knowing her daddy was hurt, but when she was sure her daddy was alright, and the men had started to drink, (it had been more than a few), she had gone into her room to watch TV with her stuffed ...