Caring for my daughter – Part 7 – Galactorrhea

A few days have passed since I’ve taken a bath together with my daughter Ava. I’m more conflicted than ever. What happened in the bathtub is exactly what I feared would happen. I can’t control myself when I’m cuddling with her nude. But yet she keeps insisting on it and I’m too weak to say no. Concerns aside, it was an extremely blissful experience. Ava is so incredibly attractive. Her body is just perfect. Feeling her bare skin against mine, it flicks a switch inside me and I’m going wild. I was so full of desire. I craved to touch her. I just couldn’t resist any longer. And when I finally felt her breasts with my bare fingers, when I slid my fingers up and down her flower, circled them on her inner lips, dipped them inside her just a little, I felt so much pleasure, too much to contain. Literally. I’m so fogged by my grief for my late partner Debbie. I can’t think clearly. I would never have done this if Debbie was still alive.

I still can’t believe I actually ejaculated while my member was squeezed between Ava’s butt cheeks. She must have felt it. No doubt. At least the soapy, foamy bathtub water hid my mishap. I’m utterly torn inside. On one hand I’m terrified of cuddling with her again, on the other hand I can’t wait to feel this immense pleasure again. I am concerned though. This is going way beyond cuddling. And I know Ava isn’t stupid. She is likely well aware that I orgasmed between her butt cheeks and that I washed her in a way which is more sexual than it should be. It really sucks that she seems to want me to do this. And it sucks that I’m not strong enough to say no.

After the bath tub experience Ava has been in a good mood for over a week but soon her facial expression turned darker. This was about the same time when I started noticing some unusual spots on the bedsheet she’s using to cover herself. They looked yellowish and weren’t big – similar to the size of a coin. First I didn’t think much about the stains – I thought I may have spilled some milk when I fed her breakfast cereals, but I’m looking at a fresh stain right now although I’ve fed her hours ago – impossible. Ava looks unhappy and concerned. “Darling, how are you feeling?” Ava is avoiding eye contact with me and starts squirming a little. I have rarely seen Ava like this. Usually she’s happy to communicate any issues straight away but today she’s hesitating.

A few moments pass. Eventually Ava breaks her silence: “Dad, my breasts are really sore. They feel swollen, tender and…” Ava’s face is turning into a grimace of disgust: “…and I think small droplets of milk are dripping out of them from time to time!” I can’t hide my surprise. Both my eyes and mouth open involuntarily. “Can you pull the sheet down and help me check? Dad, this is so disgusting! What’s wrong with me?!?” Ava almost seems hysterical. I’m trying to find my composure and immediately try to calm her down: “Don’t worry Ava, I’m sure it’s nothi-“ As I’m pulling down her sheet, exposing her full breasts I can’t help but to stop mid-sentence.

Ava is right! A small milk droplet has formed just next to one of her nipples and the area under both her nipples looks wet. Quickly I’m trying to be as composed as possible: “Oh – you’re right darling. Don’t worry, honey. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” “Is there really milk dad?!?” “Um… yes honey. But-“ “Eew!!! That’s so disgusting! Oh my god! Am I pregnant?!?” Ava is freaking out. Her eyes are tearing up! Honestly I’m freaked out as well. Is that even possible? But she’s got a birth control implant under her skin – the most reliable birth control method I know of. And she didn’t have sex. A quick thought flashes through my mind. Could it be? Did she get pregnant when I ejaculated between her butt cheeks under water in the bathtub? Or did some of my precum enter her when we cuddled naked? Her pussy did touch my shaft after all.

I’m noticing I’m starting to panic. Oh my god – how would that look if she was pregnant and I’m the only person she had contact with? I’m quickly dismissing my thoughts and try to calm down Ava: “That can’t be! It doesn’t make sense! There must be another reason. Let me schedule a telehealth appointment with your doctor. Oh – the earliest one we can get is tomorrow morning. I’m sure she’ll tell us what’s really going on. I really don’t think you’re pregnant honey, it’s impossible.” Ava doesn’t look satisfied – if anything she looks even more worried. She seems to think hard. “Dad, I want to be sure that I’m not pregnant. Can you get a test from the drug store – just to be sure?” I’ thinking about it briefly: “Alright darling. If it makes you feel better – I’ll get one.”

I’m returning from the drug store and read the instructions to her: “Hold into the stream of urine for 10 seconds, then wait to develop. Shall we go to the bathroom and get it over with? It’s time for your bath anyway.” “Yes please!” I’m sitting Ava down on the toilet. As I’m planning to bathe her afterwards anyway, I’m wrapping the splints on her arms with a waterproof cover. I’m noticing that Ava is slowly sliding forward on the toilet seat as she can’t stabilize herself well due to her splinted arms. “Are you ok darling? I thought we’ll try and sit you on the toilet but maybe we should move you over to the bathtub, what do you think?” “Yeah it’s a bit odd, I’m sliding down a little, but since we’re already here, let’s just give it a shot. It’s not too bad.” “Ok then.”

I’m taking a test out of the package. In the meantime, Ava has slid forward too far on the toilet seat. It would be hard for me to reach down between her legs into the bowl to hold the test into her stream. I’m positioning Ava towards the back of the seat: “Alright honey, I’ll just spread your legs for a bit. Here we go. Now please try and pee and I’ll hold the test right into it.” “This is so weird, dad!” “Yeah, who would have thought we would ever end up in such a situation!” I can’t help but smile warmly at her. This situation is so bizarre there’s something comical about it. Even Ava starts to giggle “So weird!!” and bursts out laughing. I join in and we’re laughing off the tension and awkwardness.

After a while we stop laughing and get back to business: “Ok, now. Please try to pee.” Ava is trying but she can’t: “This is too weird, dad! And besides, I don’t have to go.” I’m thinking for a few moments: “Alright, darling, I’ll get you a big glass of water, that should help. Besides are you comfortable and warm? Should I switch on the infrared heater?” “Yeah sure, dad, that would be nice.” “Done.” I’m returning with a glass of water and Ava looks relaxed now and cozy sitting naked on the toilet, still with her legs wide spread. I can’t help but noticing how beautiful she looks, even in these unusual circumstances.

“Ok here’s the water.” I’m holding it to her mouth and she’s taking a few big gulps finishing it. “Well done! This should help!” We are waiting for a few minutes and I’m asking: “Shall we give it another shot?” Ava nods and I’m re-positioning her toward the back of the toilet seat, kneeling down in front of her, holding the test close to her pussy. Ava is trying again to pee and this time a small trickle is running out between her lips but it’s hard to immerse the test in the stream like this.