After The Accident
A work of fiction, all names, and places are fictional, all characters are over the age of 18 any similarity to actual persons is strictly coincidental.
The sound of squealing tires, crunching metal and breaking glass was deafening. But worse then that was the red hot pain that shot through my body, and the blurry vision and muffled voices that followed. What had just happened to me? It would be a couple of hours later, when lying in a hospital emergency bed that I was told I had been in a car accident. My dad was standing near by so at lest I knew he was ok. It would be several more hours before I knew the extent of my injuries.
My dad and I had been out for a Sunday afternoon drive in his new car, when a drunk driver had crashed into the passenger side. Dad had managed to turn the car just enough to stop the other car from hitting us/me in the door. The doctors said that move saved my life, along with my seat belt, and air bags. The force was enough to move me forward and my hands to move toward the dash just enough before the air bags deployed, forcing my arms away. The force of the air bag slammed my left arm into the side of the steering wheel, breaking my wrist. My right arm hit the window frame hard enough to break my forearm in 2 places, as well as dislocating my right shoulder. My right leg and ankle, were also broken in the crash, plus numerous, cuts and a concussion.
I would remain in the hospital for nearly 2 weeks to have 3 surgeries, to repair, and set everything back into place. It was like three quarters of my body was in a cast.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Kim to everyone but, my dad, who still calls me Kimberly, and I had been 20 for all of a week when the accident happened. My dad Jack, an accountant, with his own firm, had moved us to a small town about 80 miles north of the city where I had grown up. The same city that had claimed my mother's life a year and a half earlier, when she was caught in the cross fire of some street gangs. We had only been living here a few months and had not had much of a chance to get to know too many people. My best friend was on summer vacation with her family, and my favorite Aunt Lisa had taken a job over seas and wouldn't return home for another 9 months. Both sets of Grand Parents had died when I was young. So it was just my dad and I now. And with the extent of my injuries, I was going to need help with everything, for the next 6 to 8 weeks. Everything from eating to bathing, to well you get the picture...washroom duties, I would need assistance with. When the doctors explained what my limitations were, even they could see the embarrassment in both of our faces. I mean my dad seeing me naked was no big deal that had happened enough since I was a teen, from towel slips to backyard tanning topless. But the fact that both of my hands were useless, well that was going to be a whole new experience. Sponge baths, and wiping myself, I shivered with embarrassment. As I'm sure my dad did as well, but he hid it well. "Just one more thing a dad has to do", became his "Tag Line" during this ordeal.
Dad reworked his schedule to be home and work from home as much as he could, leaving me at home alone for only an hour at a time and mostly when I was napping. After the first week things kind of became "Normal". I felt like a baby, needing to be feed, and taken to the potty. Strange as it was the sponge baths were the weirdest to get use to. Sitting on a chair in the bath, cast leg on the edge, and dad spraying water and wiping me down, I had dreams about being in a shower with a guy, but he was never clothed and never looked like my dad. The only good thing was the doctor told me that because of the trauma to my body, it was unlikely I would have my period for at least the 6 to 8 weeks.
My dad had bought me the softest pink and purple hoodies, and fleece pants to fit over my casts, and not having to wear a bra of panties was very liberating. Every time dad pulled them off of me, exposing me to him, made me feel a little slutty. At the end of week two of our new normal I realized that I hadn't masturbated in well over 4 weeks, and each time I was naked in front of my dad a strange feeling began to build. It was making me horny. I had been pleasuring myself at a minimum of every other day and now I had gone four weeks without, I was so pent up, that being naked in front of my dad was starting to drive me over the edge. I had to do something to fix this. Just a couple of days before, the doctor had called to see how I was doing he had told me I could try to do little things with my left hand like holding a fork so I could try to feed myself. I needed to try something.
The next morning dad came into my room to get me up for my sponge bath. After he had removed my clothing, I asked him,
"Dad do you think you could give me a few minutes...to myself?"
"Why what's wrong? Are you Ok? Do I need to get you something?" dad replied.
"No I'm find I just need a minute to myself" I could tell he didn't have a clue why I was asking for a minute alone.
"Ok sure I can give you a minute" he said in a very puzzled manner. Then he reached for my shirt as if to put it back on me. I'm sure the idea of his little girl having needs was lost on him.
I moved my head away and said, "No I don't need my shirt on, I just need a few minutes." Again the very puzzled look crossed his face.
"But your naked" and as he spoken those words out load, I seen the light bulb go off, as he clued in to what I needed.
His face had turned white and then a very deep red. I could almost feel the heat coming off of him he had turned so red with embarrassment. To which he responded,
"Oh yes of coarse, you need to be, ah alone for a few minutes, what 10? 15?, ah just call me when your, mmm done? Finished? Holy shit, yeah I'll just go!"
As he rushed out my bedroom door I couldn't help but laugh a little, the poor guy was so taken off guard by my request, and his little school boy look, was so very cute.
Once I stopped laughing I could now get down to business, I thought to myself, you really need this. The first touch, sent tingles through my body and then the heat came, I was already wet, and I thought no dad 10 minute will be way too long, maybe two and I'll be finished, I needed it so bad. But have you ever wanted something so bad that it seems to take forever to arrive? Yup that was me today. With only my finger tips I just couldn't get the correct flick to my clit, to bring myself to orgasm. I was making myself nuts, I needed to cum so bad and it just wouldn't work, what was wrong with me? Then the weird thoughts started...how bad had I been hurt? What else was injured? What would become of me if I can never cum again? Then my inner voice took over. "Shut up. Your just trying too hard. Relax, your fine. You would need to worry if you weren't horny" Great so now what. I was still horny, what was my plan now? Only one thought came across my mind.
"DAD" I called out, and two minutes later, the door to room opened, and without him looking at me, he asked,
"Yes? You Ok? Are you, ah...done?" he asked embarrassed.
"I guess, not really, but well I tried"
I heard Dad snicker a little, then his head came around the door, trying so very hard to hide the grin on his face.
