****Rachel POV
My heart was pounding, anticipating what Daddy wanted to talk about. Waking up to him cumming on my face gave me hope, as strange as that sounds. I took this as a sign that he was agreeing to move forward in our relationship outside of just father and daughter. He let out a tired sigh, which gave me a moment of fear. Navigating these changes is so confusing. I just need him to outwardly tell me that he wanted me and we were going to pursue this fully.
"Baby, I need you to go take a shower before we talk."
I felt even more fearful. Now that he came, he couldn't look at me like this? Did he just get caught up in the moment? Or maybe he was disgusted now. I had just swallowed his cum and was sitting there with cum drying on my face. I felt my face fall but stood up to do as he asked. As I began walking toward the bathroom, he placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Lovebug, how about you take a bath? I'll help you clean up."
My world lit up as soon as he said this. Though, it didn't feel like a sexual statement. I think he wanted to take care of me, which I love- because at the end of the day, I was still his baby girl. His hand slid to my lower back, and he guided me to the bathroom. I felt like I was walking on air. When we got to the tub, he turned the water- holding his hand under it until he was satisfied with the temperature. He kept himself dressed as the tub filled with warm water, while I stood naked waiting for instruction.
"Go ahead and get it," he said this in a soft voice with a kind smile. All I could think was of how lucky I was to have a dad like him. I slipped one foot into the water and then the other, finally I laid down. My dad cupped my face, feeling as if he was admiring me, and leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips. I opened my mouth to speak, and he slowly shook his head- telling me to not talk yet. I closed my mouth, like a good girl, and awaited for what he would do next. He let go of my face, reaching for a large cup, filled the cup of water, and softly poured water over my head to wet my hair and face. He did this a few times, thoroughly wetting my hair. He then grabbed the shampoo, squirt some onto his hand, and began to lather my hair. All I could do was close my eyes and slip into my happy thoughts. I felt truly cherished in this moment. I heart another bottle open and was soon greeted by his hands, rubbing what I assumed to be face wash, slowly on my face.
"I'm going to rinse the soap off of your face now, don't be surprised by the water."
And I truly wasn't. I didn't jump or anything when the warm water rinsed away the soap from my face. I trusted him completely. He continued to rinse the shampoo out of my hair, and then applied a conditioner. I could tell it was conditioner, because it made it easy for him to run his hand through my messy curls. He massaged it into my scalp and softly kissed me again.
"Stand up honey, I'm going to wash you." Again, I did as he said. Opening my eyes, I saw the world in a different light. Colors seemed brighter, the air more fresh- but I knew that in reality, I was just happy. I did notice though, that he was washing my body innocently. There was no sexuality behind the action, just pure caring for me. He moved slowly across my skin, and I felt worshiped. He then pulled the drain from the tub and switched on the water to shower mode. He held the wand away from my body, letting the water from the shower head warm up before rinsing me. Again, he did this slowly and lovingly. There was no hint of lust or want, yet I felt sexy still. After I was clean, he turned the water off and grabbed my hand to help me exit the shower. I stood on the rug beneath me and let him dry me with a towel, caressing me. He then reached my hair and massaged the towel into my hair to dry it the best he could. I smiled, but then a thought came to me. He did this so well, he must have done this for my mother before. My smile dropped and jealousy overcame me. I grit my teeth a bit, peeved at the image of him caring for my mother like he did me. I knew they were married, but I wanted to be the only one.
"Whatever is going on in that head of yours, stop it and relax. We are going to get you dressed and then talk, okay?"
I nodded. He always knew what to say to me. He guided me to my room and approached my dresser, obviously knowing his way around as he did the laundry often. I was surprised to see him pull out one of his T-shirts from the back of my dresser. He smiled and brought it over my head and let it fall, dressing me. I blushed a bit. I didn't know he knew about the shirt. I had taken it on a whim the other day, because it smelled like him.
"Now sit." Of course, like his good girl, I sat on my bed. He pulled my desk chair over and sat near me, but I was a bit disappointed that he didn't sit with me on the bed.
