Caring for my daughter – Part 9 – Vaginal Stenosis

Things escalated so much last time! The exercises Ava suggested – they were so wrong! And how she offered to wipe me down there – why did I even agree to that? It’s unbelievable that I ended up cumming while she wiped me. She’s my daughter! We have crossed so many boundaries! I feel that all subtleties have gone, that it’s becoming too obvious that she desires me – and that I can’t resist her either. Worst of all, I’m getting hard just thinking about her. The recent tragic loss of my late partner Debbie, Ava’s mother, seems to have messed with me. I normally wouldn’t behave this way. I would never allow Ava to make an advance on me. I also think she would never make an advance on me if Debbie was still alive and if she wasn’t temporarily bed-ridden.

I feel that the grief, this sudden shock, is blurring our judgement. We’re seeking solace in all the wrong places instead of grieving properly. Now that I think about it, my thoughts feel clouded, off. I don’t think I’m in the right place. It’s so wrong what we’re doing but why does it feel so good? Sadly, I don’t have the energy to change anything. I feel drained and thinking about spending time with Ava, nude, as requested by her, there’s just something about it. It’s such a thrill. I can’t wait to spend time with her again. What will happen next? I have to admit she’s all I am thinking about.

I have just finished feeding Ava breakfast and am preparing her bedpan. As I’m about to leave her room I’m hearing: “Dad?” “Yes darling?” “Would you be available tomorrow afternoon for a trip to the doctor’s?” “Yes sure, honey. What’s wrong?” Ava sighs: “The issues just keep coming, don’t they?” Ava sighs again, this time deeper. “It’s just, I’m…” Ava is pausing and looking down “Um… I’m itchy down there. It’s been a few days. I’m sure it’s nothing serious, I’d just like to get my doctor to have a look at it, maybe get a swab.” “Sure honey. Easy as. I’ll drive you there tomorrow.”

A few days pass and Ava is reading the test results of the swab to me: “A mild yeast infection, requires a lotion to be applied.” She’s looking at me. A moment passes. “Ok darling let me see.” I’m looking at the medication: “No problem. It’s good news isn’t it? Nothing to worry about. Can you email this to me? I’ll get the lotion later today during my lunch run, ok?” “Yeah, thanks dad!”

I’m returning with the lotion and sitting down on Ava’s bed. “Alighty, let’s see.” I’m reading aloud through the instructions: “Apply twice daily externally around vulva and 1 ½ inches deep, approximately to the second bend of your finger, internally on vaginal walls.” I’m noticing that I’m blushing as I’m reading. I didn’t expect the instructions to be so explicit. Ava has noticed and starts giggling: “You’re blushing, dad! Your face is getting all red!” Ava is bursting out in laughter now and adds: “After caring for me all this time you’re still such a prude!” I can’t help but getting slightly upset at her remark. She’s hit a sore spot. Her mom and Ava would call me a prude because I refused to participate in their nudist activities.

I’m looking at Ava and she’s obviously amused by my predictable reaction. “You really know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” I’m replying to her, mock-slapping her shoulder and then starting to tickle her in her armpits. “No, dad! Stop it! Eeeeekkk!” Ava is screaming at the top of her lungs transitioning into laughter as I’m tickling her armpits, neck and behind her ears. After a while I leave her be and her heavy breathing is calming down.

“So, back to business. Do you want your prudish dad to apply this or do you want to do this yourself?” “Dad, don’t be mean. You know I can’t apply it myself because of my splinted arms!” “Alright, sorry Ava, I didn’t mean to. Good to go?” “Ok.” As I’ve done many times over the past weeks I’m removing the white sheet covering Ava, revealing her nude body. “I’m going to touch your private parts, ok? The lotion might be a bit cold.” “Ok dad, I’m ready.” I have seen Ava’s beautiful shaved flower so many times but I still can’t resist her arousing effect on me. Suddenly I’m excited to be allowed to touch her.

I’m applying some of the white lotion on my fingers and start applying it on her lips. I’m sliding my fingers up and down her pussy, circling her clit several times, enjoying her clit peeking out under her hood from time to time. I’m taking my time and I’m applying more lotion, playing sensually with her petals. Ava is opening her mouth and breathing a bit heavier. I know she’s enjoying this. I’m realizing I haven’t been inside Ava yet. Only maybe the tiniest bit with the tip of my finger, but never two finger-joints deep as the application instructions advised.

Suddenly I’m feeling my dick swelling up, pushing against my pants. I’m getting extremely excited by the idea of entering her for the first time. “Ok darling, I’m now going to apply the lotion internally. I’ll be very careful. Just let me know immediately if you’re not comfortable, ok?” “Yeah ok, dad. I trust you.” I’m applying some lotion on my finger tip and part her lips, gently moving up and down. Her lips are lubricated now and I’m moving my finger lower to her opening. I keep gently moving up and down, applying the lotion around her opening, making her ready for my entry. I’m putting more lotion on my finger and start pushing it carefully into her opening. Ava flinches slightly. “Are you ok?” “Yes, I’m ok dad, keep going.”

I manage to enter her a bit, just to about the first joint of my finger, but suddenly I’m feeling resistance. What’s happening? I’m stopping. Is she a virgin? Is this her hymen? That can’t be! She’s had a few boyfriends already. I’m gently retracting my finger and trying again at a slightly different angle but with the same result. I can’t get far and I’m meeting resistance. Ava must have seen the confused expression on my face: “Dad, everything ok? What’s happening?” “Umm… I’m meeting resistance only after entering you a little bit. I don’t want to push harder.” Ava looks confused as well: “That’s odd. Can you try again? Maybe it’s because I didn’t have sex for a while.” “Ok darling, I’ll try.”

I’m trying to push a bit harder and Ava is flinching. “Sorry, darling. Is it painful?” “Yeah dad, it is.” “I don’t want to force it, maybe we’ll try again another time?” Ava seems to be thinking. “Dad, this isn’t normal. Something is off. I want to see the doctor,” Ava is sighing. I’m replying: “Yeah of course darling.”

It is the next day. We’re at the doctor’s. The doctor is a lady in her late fifties who has looked after Ava every since she was a child. The doctor says that Ava’s vagina has tightened, most likely due to the accident, being bedridden and it could also be partially caused by the medication Ava had to take after the accident. Her doctor calls it “vaginal stenosis” and gives us a free sample of a “vaginal dilator” which is nothing else but a dildo and a small bottle of lube. The doctor keeps explaining: “You can use this small sized vaginal dilator. After you have stretched a bit you can buy the dilator’s next size up. It will help you get back to your normal size in no time. I didn’t see any scar tissue, so this will go away just fine.” Ava’s face has darkened and she’s frowning at the vaginal dilator. “Don’t worry Ava,” the doctor adds “You’ll get used to it. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

On the drive home Ava is sulking and quiet. I’m feeling sorry for her. She really has to put up with a lot of things and learning that her vagina needs stretching is certainly not the best news. Some time later after dinner I’m breaking the silence: “Ava, darling, what’s going on in your mind?” Ava is sighing: “I’m just upset. I really don’t want this thing up my vagina.” “I understand.” “It’s so unnatural. I don’t like these artificial thing, plastic and chemical lube. Yikes!” I’m just nodding. She continues: “But I guess I have to, right?” She’s looking at me. “It’s what the doctor prescribed,” is all I manage to say.

Suddenly a thought is hitting me: “Darling, I totally understand if you are not comfortable with me doing this. If you like we can wait until your cast comes off and you can move your arms freely.” Ava looks at me startled, as if this was the last thing she expected to hear: “Dad, you’re so silly. You’ve been caring for me for all this time. I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it. And besides, we shouldn’t put it off. You heard the doctor, she said the sooner we start, the better. It will avoid any further narrowing.”

This is absolutely going beyond my comfort zone but I don’t want Ava to worry about my feelings. It is a medical treatment after all and if I don’t do it, it will have bad implications for her health. That’s the last thing I want.

A few days have passed and I have been avoiding the topic of using the vaginal dilator. I know I have to do it at some point but at the same time I can’t bring myself to initiate this treatment. It’s after dinner and we’re cuddling in Ava’s bed watching a tv series. “Dad?” Ava is looking at me. “Yes darling?” “I know we haven’t talked about it since our visit at the doctor’s but I think we should start with the treatment. You know?” Ava seems a little embarrassed which is unusual, but I don’t blame her.