Laura rolled over and groaned, batting at the hand gently shaking her shoulder.
"It's time to wake up, baby," she heard her father whisper. "We have a lot of work to get done today."
She rolled back over and blinked her eyes up at him. He was leaned over her bed and took a moment to brush her bangs out of her eyes, looking down at her with a doting expression.
"I've let you sleep in pretty late and already gotten started on the chores. But you need to be a big girl and help me with the milking," he said softly.
He reached his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her into a sitting position, rubbing her back in circles once she was upright. Laura nodded and swung her long legs out of bed between his. She tilted her head back and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Okay, daddy, I'm up," she said. He stepped back as she stood up and stretched her arms up over her head with a yawn. When she opened her eyes, she caught her father staring at her thrust-out tits. They'd been getting bigger ever since she'd hit her 18th birthday, and a lot more sensitive. She grabbed at the hem of the t-shirt which had ridden up to show a hint of her soft breasts and pulled it down to reach the waist of her pink panties.
Her father cleared his throat and turned away. "Grab a quick shower and I'll meet you in the barn in a few minutes," he said. He sounded a bit out of breath. He must have run up the stairs, she thought.
Twenty minutes later she wandered into the barn wearing her work clothes, though she'd left off her bra; it didn't seem to fit anymore and when she tried to squeeze into it the rubbing against her puckered nipples was too much. Her father was already in the barn, sitting on a stool and milking one of the cows. She walked up to him, noticing the quick and efficient pulls he made at the cow's teats and the splashes of milk into the pail. Her own nipples tingled as she watched, and she couldn't help reaching up and touching them.
"The cows seem to like it when you do that," she commented.
"They do, baby," her father answered. "They need to be milked at least twice a day or they get very uncomfortable and their udders start to hurt".
Laura nodded and stored that information away. She'd come out to the farm to stay with her father for the summer a few weeks ago and was learning a lot. She didn't normally get to see him much, just for a couple of months each year, though she was thinking about staying longer now that she'd finished school. She wasn't sure she wanted to go to college and had always loved her summers with her father and the laid-back atmosphere of the farm. This was also the first year she'd been given real chores. Her father always coddled her a bit and had only ever made her feed the chickens in past summers, besides doing some household chores.
She continued to watch his deft hands pulling at the cow's teats until no more milk came out. He stood up and dumped the bucket of milk into a large metal container as the cow wandered away. Another cow stepped right up; clearly, they knew the routine. He sat back down, this time motioning over to her to join him. He scooted back a bit on the stool and patted the spot between his legs.
"Come here, sweetie," he said, and pulled her to sit down when she walked over. His arms wrapped around her and grabbed her hands. He directed their joined hands to the teats and showed her the proper technique, dropping his hands down to her waist once she got the rhythm of it. His large hands rubbed up and down her sides as he watched her work, stopping just below her breasts each time.
She'd been able to forget about her overly sensitive breasts for a bit, but now they were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. By the time she'd milked her third cow, she couldn't help but let out a soft groan of pain. It felt so nice to have her father gently touching her and making sure she knew what she was doing, but it was getting to be too much.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked in a worried tone. Laura looked down, her face becoming red.
"I-I don't know if I can tell you," she whispered.
"Come on, honey. You know you can tell me anything," he replied. His hands had stopped moving, now resting on her stomach.
"Ugh, this is so embarrassing. My-my breasts are just really tender, okay? And the more you put your hands near them, the worse it gets." Laura was beet red now and felt like she might cry.
"Oh, honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of," her father answered. "It's just part of growing up. Do you want me to take a look at them? Sometimes the cows get sensitive teats too and they usually just need a bit more attention."
Laura drew in a deep breath, not sure if she should let him. But as her shirt shifted against her nipples, she nodded. She needed relief.
Her father reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, raising her arms with it and slipping it off. Laura was even redder now, and automatically reached up and covered her breasts.
"Now, baby, I need to be able to see and feel them to help you," he said with a little laugh and pulled her hands down to her lap. His chin was rested on her shoulder and he looked down at her breasts which now seemed even larger than this morning. His hands came up and gently squeezed on her tits, forcing another groan from her.
He made a humming noise, then curled his fingers around her nipples, squeezing and working at them. At first it hurt, and she squirmed back against him, but slowly the pain went away, and her nipples started to tingle. A second later a little dribble of milk came out of the left one, and then the right almost immediately after. She gasped, horrified, and turned her head to look at her father's face.
"How can this be happening, daddy?" she asked. "I thought that was only supposed to happen after I had a baby."
