[This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.]
There was a crash upstairs, and it sounded like a jackhammer clattering away against the floor. Mark jumped up, running quickly for the staircase, his heart in his throat. He grabbed the banister, using it to swing himself around and launched him up the staircase, to the door to his daughter's room, which is where the commotion had come from. He was so worried he didn't even think of knocking before swinging the door open.
His daughter Tori was lying face down on the floor, both of her casted arms stretched over her head, wearing a dark blue t-shirt. And only a dark blue t-shirt. Her pale, bare, slightly skinny ass hanging out for all to see. Her foot was in her heavy air cast, plain grey panties snagged on one of the velcros. And inches from her outstretched arms, a bullet vibrator clattered on the floor.
She managed to turn her head to look at her father, frozen in the doorway, but she couldn't get herself up.
"So..." Tori said, "this is kind of awkward."
~~~~~
It hadn't been the first time Mark had seen his daughter's ass recently. She had been in a pretty terrible accident, and spent about a week in the hospital. She had previously been living on her own, but when the time came for her to be discharged, it was apparent she would need a lot of help. Thank god the hospital had thought to advise him to install a bidet before she got home, or things could have gotten *really* messy.
The fact remained, she didn't have the use of her hands or arms, which were still in casts, pins holding her bones together. She could hobble around in a walking cast, but needed support whenever she had to get it off. As embarrassing as they had both found it, Mark had taken over the role of nurse as well as father, washing her, helping her with dressing and other daily activities.
He had always been incredibly proud of his daughter. He had gotten her mother pregnant when they were both eighteen, and for the first thirteen years of her life Tori had lived with her mother, though of course Mark saw her from time to time. When her mother had moved across the country when Tori was just starting high school, Tori came to live with Mark to avoid the disruption and keep her social network. She was always brilliant, independent, and determined. Her friends and family expected her to go to a good engineering school, but she had surprised everyone, dropping out at sixteen to get an apprenticeship at a tool and die maker. She progressed quickly, and was able to afford her own place by her eighteenth birthday. She moved out, but she and her father had always been good friends as well as family, and they continued to see each other regularly even after she moved away. She was now twenty-two, and finding her sudden loss of independence extremely frustrating.
~~~~~
"Here," Mark said without hesitation, bending to scoop his daughter up, "let me help." He gently took her by the shoulders and lifted her up, then helped her get back into a sitting position on the bed. She didn't bother trying to hide herself - again, he had been washing her for a couple days now. This was old hat.
What was new was the device clattering away on the floor. It had scooted itself under a dresser, so Mark had to get on his hands and knees to pull it out. It was still slick with... he wouldn't think of that. He got ahold of the controls, and pressed what looked like the off button. It just changed the pattern of vibrating.
"You have to hold it down." Tori advised, not making eye contact. He held the button down, and the vibrator went off. "Sorry you had to deal with that dad."
"It doesn't matter, don't worry about it. Are you okay? You didn't hurt anything?"
"Just my pride. I... found I couldn't press it down with my hands without them hurting, so I thought, maybe if I just kind of stuck them in my underwear - and then, trying to get the underwear on, I fell -" she spoke with a rush, words spilling out of her mouth almost wildly. "God, I'm sorry. It's just been, you know, all that time in the hospital, and I couldn't -"
"Don't worry about it. Something everyone does." Mark could feel the color rising in his cheeks. "Everyone, you know, everyone does it. I'm just glad you're all right." He laid the device next to her, then knelt to pull her panties up. She opened her legs slightly so he could slide them up, and a smell hit his nose that he hadn't noticed before. He saw a little gleam of wetness in her slit, below a week and a half of stubble. He hadn't known why, but he was a bit surprised when he found out during the first home bath that she had shaved down there before the accident. He always thought of her as a bit more tom boy than that. And now, he couldn't help but notice the change that had come over this area. She always had inner labia that stuck out just a little bit, but now these were swollen, engorged, pink and glistening wet. As she spread her legs for him to put the underwear back in place, he saw the lips sticking to each other a moment, before finally opening, revealing a glistening pink hole below butterfly wings of labia.
Having gotten Tori's underwear on for her, Mark turned to go, but was stopped by Tori's voice.
"Uh... dad, I had to ask, but this thing is a pain to turn on with..." and she gestured to her hands, cast almost to her finger tips then up to her elbows. "Would you mind... turning it back on?"
"No problem." Mark just wanted to get through this, then get out of the room. He pressed the button and it started buzzing again.
"Uh... could you press it again?" He did, and it spat out a staccato of buzzes. "No, next one, uhh, no, next one I think." He kept pressing the button as directed, until he got to the... he couldn't believe this, he got to the vibration setting his daughter wanted. Btz btz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Btz btz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. "Yeah. That one. Thanks." He laid it next to her, and she pinned it down with her fingertips so it wouldn't go sliding away. He stepped out of the door.
"Uh, no problem. Have fun." He shut the door quietly and ran down to his office.
~~~~~
Tori settled herself back into bed. She should probably be mortified, but honestly, getting washed was probably more embarrassing than this. She event felt a little bit excited. She couldn't tell if this was just a sign of how desperately horny she'd gotten in all this time being unable to take care of her needs, or if it pointed to some deeper desire she hadn't really recognized before.
Tori had always enjoyed her dad's attention and company. Probably something about feeling of childhood abandonment when she was living with her mom, but she didn't want to psychoanalyze it too much. She was in her teens when she first moved back in, and her hormones were pretty out of control. Her dad was in his late 30s at the time, and quite a looker - barrel chested with dark hair and really robust muscles, and he had a habit of going around in his boxers in the morning. She had often found herself searching out guys that kind of looked like him - men who were big, clearly strong, masculine. What gay men would call a bear. And it was funny - while her taste in men was hyper-masculine, when she had gone after women, it had always been the femmiest of femmes she had pursued.
So her exposure in front of someone who was so her type... maybe even the prototype, developed through a crush in her teens, if she was honest to herself, got her excited. She loved being seen, being admired. Her mind raced down a dozen different avenues as she felt the desire building in her.
