Caring for my daughter – Part 2 – Dad, can you shave me down there?

I’m processing what happened yesterday. I’m totally out of my comfort zone. Dealing with nudity is not my strength. Somehow I always mange to sexualize it. My daughter Ava and her mom Debbie, my late partner, used to go to nude beaches to get perfect tans without lines. It didn’t bother them. “It’s natural. It’s just a human body. Everyone’s got one,” are things Debbie used to say. Ava didn’t seem to be bothered by nudity either probably due to Debbie’s positive influence. I’m not really bothered by nudity either the problem is just that I get sexually aroused when I see attractive, nude female features. I can’t switch that off.

I’ve tried going to the nudist beach with Debbie and Ava but I didn’t like it. Seeing Debbie’s full breasts and the beautiful shape of her body in broad daylight – I couldn’t help but think back about all the fantastic sex we had. And worst of it all Ava my own daughter looked like the younger, hotter version of Debbie. I really didn’t want to be exposed to her gorgeous young, nude body. I found myself struggling not to get aroused by the nudity. It didn’t take long and I had to start lying on my belly to hide my excitement. I found that too embarrassing and stopped going to nudist beaches. Because of that Debbie and Ava sometimes made fun of me and called me prudish and uptight.

Ava was quite comfortable being nude around me yesterday when I gave her a bed-bath, but I couldn’t help but notice that she got aroused by it. I am surprised by that. That’s the last thing I expected, her being a nudist. Shouldn’t she be used to nudity and therefore not get aroused? A thought is hitting me: It’s been over a week since the accident. She’s not able to touch herself due to the splint. She’s probably not able to masturbate either. Maybe that’s the reason why she got aroused by me washing her with a wet towel?

Her mom Debbie had an unusually high sex drive. She used to masturbate daily and then had sex with me in addition to that several times a week. What if Ava is coming after her mom? That could be an explanation. But yet, it doesn’t improve the situation. I wonder if Ava and maybe even Debbie got turned on by their nudism. Maybe it just wasn’t that obvious because they’re female? So many thoughts are circling in my head. I’m an emotional mess. Dealing with the loss of Debbie is already too much for me. Having to care for Ava, even if it’s just temporary, is totally overloading me. I don’t have any solutions. All I know is that I have to press on, one day at a time. I’m trying to use a mantra: It’s nothing sexual. I keep repeating it in my head.

I’m entering Ava’s room to serve her breakfast. “Morning darling, hungry?” Ava is lying on her back, still fully nude, covered by the thin white bed-sheet. “Hm?” Ava is vocalizing turning her head towards me squinting her eyes. “Time to rise!” I’m opening the curtains and daylight is streaming into Ava’s room. Ava is opening her mouth yawning: “It was good to sleep in my own bed. I’m so glad I’m out of hospital!” “I’m glad you slept well, darling. I’ll sit you up for breakfast, ok?” “Alright, dad.” While I’m sitting her up, the linen slips off her upper body revealing her full breasts. The view hits me like and electric shock. She’s way too beautiful! I’m tucking in the linen around her upper body, covering her up.