Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis - Sex Stories

Caring for my daughter - Part 9 - Vaginal Stenosis

Things escalated so much last time! The exercises Ava suggested – they were so wrong! And how she offered to wipe me down there – why did I even agree to that? It’s unbelievable that I ended up cumming while she wiped me. She’s my daughter! We have crossed so many boundaries! I feel that all subtleties have gone, that it’s becoming too obvious that she desires me – and that I can’t resist her either. Worst of all, I’m getting hard just thinking about her. The recent tragic loss of my late partner Debbie, Ava’s mother, seems to have messed with me. I normally wouldn’t behave this way. I would never allow Ava to make an advance on me. I also think she would never make an advance on me if Debbie was still alive and if she wasn’t temporarily bed-ridden.

I feel that the grief, this sudden shock, is blurring our judgement. We’re seeking solace in all the wrong places instead of grieving properly. Now that I think about it, my thoughts feel clouded, off. I don’t think I’m in the right place. It’s so wrong what we’re doing but why does it feel so good? Sadly, I don’t have the energy to change anything. I feel drained and thinking about spending time with Ava, nude, as requested by her, there’s just something about it. It’s such a thrill. I can’t wait to spend time with her again. What will happen next? I have to admit she’s all I am thinking about.

I have just finished feeding Ava breakfast and am preparing her bedpan. As I’m about to leave her room I’m hearing: “Dad?” “Yes ...

... darling?” “Would you be available tomorrow afternoon for a trip to the doctor’s?” “Yes sure, honey. What’s wrong?” Ava sighs: “The issues just keep coming, don’t they?” Ava sighs again, this time deeper. “It’s just, I’m…” Ava is pausing and looking down “Um… I’m itchy down there. It’s been a few days. I’m sure it’s nothing serious, I’d just like to get my doctor to have a look at it, maybe get a swab.” “Sure honey. Easy as. I’ll drive you there tomorrow.”

A few days pass and Ava is reading the test results of the swab to me: “A mild yeast infection, requires a lotion to be applied.” She’s looking at me. A moment passes. “Ok darling let me see.” I’m looking at the medication: “No problem. It’s good news isn’t it? Nothing to worry about. Can you email this to me? I’ll get the lotion later today during my lunch run, ok?” “Yeah, thanks dad!”

I’m returning with the lotion and sitting down on Ava’s bed. “Alighty, let’s see.” I’m reading aloud through the instructions: “Apply twice daily externally around vulva and 1 ½ inches deep, approximately to the second bend of your finger, internally on vaginal walls.” I’m noticing that I’m blushing as I’m reading. I didn’t expect the instructions to be so explicit. Ava has noticed and starts giggling: “You’re blushing, dad! Your face is getting all red!” Ava is bursting out in laughter now and adds: “After caring for me all this time you’re still such a prude!” I can’t help but getting slightly upset at her remark. She’s hit a sore spot. ...