Caring for my daughter – Part 3 – Dad, can you cuddle with me?

It is the next day. As usual I’m reflecting on recent events. Did Ava really orgasm yesterday when I shaved her with the electric clipper? Can that be? So fast? I didn’t spend that much time shaving her, did I? But it certainly looked like she came. I really didn’t want to witness that on my daughter! Is this a side-effect of her injury? Is she that horny? Because she can’t play with herself due to the splints on her arms? It kind of makes sense. It was odd to witness it, but I am proud of myself. I managed to distract myself. My mantra “It’s nothing sexual” has worked well. I focussed on the shaving task and tried to ignore anything else as much as possible. I didn’t even get aroused or had sexual thoughts. I think I am slowly getting the hang of dealing with my daughter’s nudity.

It’s another hot evening. When my partner Debbie, Ava’s mom, was still alive, we used to have movie nights once in a while. We had food and drinks in front of the TV at home and cuddled. It was wonderful to bond that way. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ava and I decided to watch a movie tonight, continuing the tradition. I let Ava order the food. The doctor instructed that Ava still remains in bed, so we are putting some pillows towards the head of her bed and try to make ourselves comfortable. Ava’s bed is queen-sized, comfortable enough for two. Ava is still naked in bed, just covered with a sheet. She prefers it that way as the splints on her arms make putting on normal clothes a painful chore.

I’m helping her to sit up. “Careful dad, my arms and legs still hurt.” “Sure, darling.” I’m putting my arms under her arms and I’m pulling her up. The sheet slips off her body and her beautifully shaped breasts are exposed, just for a brief moment. I’m covering her instantly with the sheet and immediately I’m starting my mantra in my mind: “Nothing sexual, I’m just helping her sitting up.” I’m propping her up towards the head of the bead and the pillows: “How’s that?” “Not too bad, dad.” I’m sitting down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulder, leaning my head against hers. I’m feeling her soft body against mine. “Feels good, darling, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, dad.” Some time passes.

“Would you mind if I sit in front of you? This position is getting a bit uncomfortable, sorry, dad.” “Of course, darling.” I’m sitting back, spread my legs, and help Ava to sit in between my legs and lean back onto me. “Ahh, that’s better, dad. The pillows weren’t that comfortable.” I’m noticing that the sheet has completely slipped off her body and that she’s totally nude in front of me now. “Are you ok like, this? I mean without clothes? Not getting cold?” “I’m fine, dad. I’ve done this with mom many times when you weren’t around.” I’m briefly startled. “What do you mean?” I’m inquiring. “You know how you decided that the nudist beach isn’t for you, because you were afraid that you um… embarrass yourself?” “Oh, yeah of course. I’ve talked with you and mom about that.” “Yeah, and you know how mom and I went off to nudist retreats without you because of that?” “Sure, Debbie has asked me if that’s ok and I agreed. I know how much she and you enjoyed your nudist time.”

“Yeah, so I cuddled with mom nude sometimes at the retreats. It just feels so nice once you’re used to it. Skin on skin. It’s very intimate and caring. I felt so safe, so loved. I really miss that. I miss mom.” I’m looking at Ava’s face, a tear is running down her cheek. “Oh, darling.” I’m hugging her tightly with both my arms, crossing them beneath her breasts. She’s leaning back onto me and I’m gently pressing the side of my head against hers.