"Daddy, I'm going to skip class today and stay home, I'm not feeling very well."
Charlie looked up from his newspaper and saw his daughter, Violet, standing in the doorway, slightly hunched over with a blanket draped over her shoulders. He knew she loved the classes she was taking at their city's community college and wouldn't miss them if she could help it. She looked quite miserable indeed — beautiful for sure, with her slightly chubby 5'9" frame, small but cute breasts, creamy complexion, and long inky hair, she looked essentially like a twenty-year-old mirror image of his wife — but definitely miserable.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked, frowning at her from the kitchen table.
"Cramps," she replied. "They're really bad this month." Some girls might feel a bit embarrassed talking about their periods to their fathers, but hers was a doctor at the local hospital, and Violet knew he'd heard and seen far worse at work.
"Poor baby," he said sympathetically. "Have you taken anything?"
"Some Midol about an hour ago but it's not helping." Violet winced and pulled the blanket tighter around her.
Charlie got up and reached into a high cabinet, where he kept various over-the-counter and prescription drugs. He pulled out a bottle of muscle relaxers, left over from surgery his wife had last year. She hadn't taken one in months and was away visiting family for the week so Charlie assumed she wouldn't miss one. He took out one of the pills, poured a small glass of water, and handed both to his daughter.
"Take this and go back to bed, sweetie," he told her, putting a hand to her cheek. "I'll come back and check on you in a couple hours."
Violet obeyed, saying, "Thanks, Daddy," and turned to go back upstairs to her room.
***
Charlie spent an uneventful morning at the hospital tending to about 10 patients, mostly women, more than one of whom made no attempt to hide their interest in him. It wasn't the first time he'd been hit on at work, and while he was a tall and handsome man in his fifties with only the earliest signs of aging showing around his gut and in his hair, he suspected his deep, smooth voice helped draw women in. His wife often told him it was the thing she loved most about him.
As he promised he would, Charlie returned home later that morning to see how his daughter was doing. He knocked on her slightly ajar door and pushed it open when she didn't respond, finding her lying back in bed, her eyelids drooping as she stared at her TV.
"Sweetie? How're you feeling?" he asked his daughter, sitting next to her and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her blanket was a bit askew, and as he went to rearrange it for her he realized one of her breasts had escaped the confines of her tank top, leaving her nipple exposed. Turning slightly red, Charlie covered her with the blanket.
Violet looked at him with glassy eyes, her lips in a slight pout. "I'm so tired, Daddy, but I still have cramps and can't fall asleep. Should I take another pill?"
Charlie sighed and went back downstairs to retrieve the bottle of muscle relaxers and another glass of water. Once back in Violet's room, he broke one of the pills in half and held it and the water out for her to take. Instead, she daughter stuck out her tongue, signaling for him to put it in her mouth. He chuckled and did so, but she was so out of it her mouth didn't quite open all the way and her lips ended up wrapping around his fingers.
Feeling a slight twitch in his cock, Charlie snapped his hand back, immediately feeling shameful. Violet didn't seem to notice, only mumbled "aw-er" through her still open mouth, clearly asking him to pour some water down her throat so she could swallow the pill. He did so, careful not to spill any on her.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, settling her head back against her pillow.
"I wish there was something else I could do for you, sweetie," Charlie said, again petting her cheek with his hand. Violet seemed to enjoy the sensation and closed her eyes.
Charlie eyes strayed downward, toward her body softly rising with her breaths underneath her blanket. She still wasn't covered all the way, and telling himself he didn't want her to get cold, he adjusted the blanket so it was resting over her entirely and gently tucked it in at the sides, his hands brushing her soft skin.
Watching his baby girl looking so peaceful, lips slightly parted as she dozed, Charlie realized there was one thing he could do to alleviate her pain. He thought back to the many times his wife had asked him for assistance with her cramps during her period.
Again feeling shameful, Charlie tried to push the thoughts from his mind. Violet was his daughter, he couldn't do anything like that to her. It would be wrong.
Suddenly Violet let out a little cry of pain and clutched at her abdomen, pulling the blanket into her hands. Her breasts — both of them now, as she'd managed to pull at her tank top along with the blanket — were both exposed, the nipples hardening against the chilly air. She had a pained look on her face.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts, Charlie decided he should help his daughter. It would be purely medical, after all. He put his hand to her cheek once more, then let his fingers trace down her throat and sternum before pausing just above her breasts. Trembling slightly, Charlie began caressing and cupping them and running his thumbs over her nipples, marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands.
Not letting himself think, he leaned down, put his lips around her right nipple, and began circling it with his tongue while he gently pinched the left one.
