In Daddys Care Pt 01

Daisy pumped her strong legs hard as she led the way up the hill on her mountain bike. Her Daddy was just about able to keep up -- he was approaching 50, but was as fit as most twenty-somethings.

She seemed to still be in a foul humour. She had been like this the last week -- to be expected as she had just broken up from her boyfriend of over a year.

Her nearly 19-year-old body strained on the steepest part of the climb. Daddy noted that his little girl now had a very shapely figure. Some may say that she was carrying a couple of pounds too much, but her curvy arse and breasts were classically sexy. And he was following that arse as it swayed with the effort in front of him, with the tight black lycra leaving nothing to the imagination.

It won't be long before she has another boyfriend thought her Daddy to himself, with a hint of regret escaping out of that deepest place in his mind where he had locked away feelings he knew he could never share.

As they reached the top, they stopped to drink from their bottles and eat a protein bar. They didn't look alike facially. Daisy with her blonde curls, grey-blue eyes, thin lips. Daddy with his dark Irish looks, hazel eyes, and very full lips.

A tingling feeling spread through Daisy's body as Daddy's muscular lips sucked on the spout of his water bottle. She had to look away as water dripped out of the corner of his mouth and down his stubbly chin.

Then she remembered she was pissed off at him. "Daddy, why are you insisting that I go away from home to study next year! Our local university is really totally fine with me. And it will save a bundle of cash".

"It's time that you went out on your own, flower. Meet new people. Experience new things. It's an important part of growing up and becoming independent". He said the words as convincingly as he could, knowing that it would be best for them both in the long run. But a part of him was dying inside at the thought of his girl not being with him.

Now Daisy was not just pissed. She also felt a deep sadness, as if her Daddy was rejecting her. She pushed her bottle angrily back into its cage, put her helmet on, and tore down the steep winding trail. She was too upset to worry about how fast she was going.

Daddy was shocked at the speed with which his flower was taking the turns on the tight trail. He tried to keep up as best he could but he could feel the back of his bike sliding on the bone dry corners. Then, to his horror, he saw Daisy become airborne as she took a turn too fast and was thrown from her bike.

To Daisy it seemed like an age that she spent flying through the air. She had enough time to think to herself that if her Daddy doesn't want her, then maybe it would be best for this now to be her end. But her arms shot out by reflex to cushion her fall. And they did -- preventing her from breaking her neck, but at a cost.

Daddy was relieved to see Daisy sit up as he reached her. She had no visible injuries, but she was in shock. And as she tried to push herself up off the ground, she crumpled in pain.

Daddy got to her quickly and kneeling at her side, with tears in his eyes, implored "Daisy, don't move! You landed with your arms outstretched. That can mean they are broken."

As she writhed in pain, he tried to calm her with a hand on her forehead while fishing his phone out of his backpack. To his horror, there was no signal.

"Daisy, we have no signal. I have to go back up the trail to get help."

"No Daddy, please don't leave me. Please."

"OK darling, I will carry you up the trail a bit until we get a signal".

The shooting pain in Daisy's arms became more tolerable to her as she found herself in her Daddy's strong arms. She leaned her head against his chest. The feel of him. The smell of him. His reassuring words. The rocking motion as he laboured under her weight. She couldn't fight it -- she closed her eyes and fell into an energy-saving deep sleep.

As Daisy lost consciousness in Daddy's arms, he hurried as fast as he could up the trail. Luckily, he didn't have to go far before he encountered more mountain bikers who cycled back up to where there was a signal and called in mountain rescue.

Daisy woke up with the glare of white lights in her eyes. She couldn't make out where she was and was starting to panic, when the familiar face of her Daddy floated into view above her and his warm Irish voice reassured her "It's alright my flower. You are in the A and E of the hospital. We are waiting to be seen. You were sleeping all the way here. Some sort of shock reaction."

Daisy felt an electric pain in her elbows as she tried to prop herself up to look around. Daddy settled her back down and reassured her that the doctor would be with them in a minute.

Sure enough, not long later the curtain was rolled back and a young, female Asian doctor strolled in, an older nurse in her wake.

Daisy asked Daddy to recount the details of her crash to the doctor. "Well, we need to x-ray both arms. In the meantime, I'll give you something for the pain".

An orderly came with a wheelchair and as he pushed Daisy along to the x-ray unit, she was reassured by her Daddy's hand that rested on her shoulder as he walked along, keeping the pace set by the orderly.

In the x-ray room, a nurse and radiographer were waiting. The nurse impatiently remarked "OK, we need to get that top off so we can x-ray both arms", before taking the sleeve of Daisy's cycling top and trying to pull her arm out of it. Daisy moaned in pain.

"What are you doing, can't you see she is in pain. Just cut the fecking top off." Daddy's voice was full of annoyance but also concern. Daisy was so happy her Daddy was there with her.

The nurse grabbed a scissors and roughly cut Daisy's top off, revealing a tight black sports bra. Daddy couldn't help but notice her plump breasts. But what truly intrigued him, puzzled him even, were the damp spots surrounding the area where her nipples were budding out. He said nothing and stood back as the nurse placed Daisy's right arm on the table, positioning it for the x-ray. And then draping a heavy leaded vest over her.

"OK, everyone out!" shouted the radiologist.

"No, please let Daddy stay! Please!"

As the tears flowed from Daisy, the radiologist relented. He took another leaded vest and placed it over Daddy's broad shoulders. Everyone else left, leaving Daddy hunched beside his seated girl, her head leaning on his shoulder. In the silence, they could feel their breathing rates syncing. Daisy relaxing. A calmness broken by the sharp noise of the buzzer that signalled that they were both being exposed to a fraction of a second of high-intensity radiation.

The nurse and radiologist came back in, rearranged Daisy so her other arm was in the line of fire. And again Daddy was alone with his girl. This time he placed a kiss on her forehead to calm her. His eyes again drawn to the dampness surrounding her nipples. Relishing the few seconds alone with her, their hearts pumping as one. Until the buzzer brought him back to reality.

It was only 20 min before they were sitting with the Asian doctor squinting at the x-rays on her iPad. She highlighted two clear breaks at the elbow.

"Well, the typical cyclist's break. You have fractured both radial heads, the top of the bigger bone in your lower arm, right at the elbow. Luckily the displacement is small, so no operation required. Splints for 2 weeks, then gradually start to move the arms again. Physio. Patients who put the work in are generally back to normal in two months."

Daisy started sobbing and Daddy comforted her by placing his strong arm around her. His protective nature kicked in again.

"So, with her arms in splints for the first weeks, she will need full time support for everything?"

"Yes mister Boyne, and as she has next of kin, that job will fall on you."

"Sorry doctor, I am actually Doctor Boyne. A molecular biologist."

"Well, Doctor Boyne, it looks like you will have more of a nursing role the next weeks than molecular biologing", replied the doctor, with the hint of a smirk on her face.

Kissing the top of his girl's head, Daddy said in a somewhat annoyed or tired tone "Of course I will look after her. I will take 2 weeks holidays from work. That's not a problem. Can we get the splints on? I really want to take Daisy home."

Daddy breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the house door behind them both. It had taken a while to get the splints set. They were moulded plastic that kept the arms slightly bent and were then secured in place by wrapping with a cotton bandage. The only thing they had with them that she could wear over her stiffened arms was Daddy's rain jacket. As she sat down on the couch Daddy unzipped it and released a blast of moist body heat that had been trapped. He again noticed the damp patches at Daisy's nipples.

Daisy blushed as she said in quite an urgent tone "Daddy, I need to pee."

"Jesus, of course! You must be bursting to go."

Daddy helped Daisy to the small ground-floor toilet built underneath the stairs. There was hardly room for both of them in there. They could feel the warmth off each other's bodies. And the musky smell of two unwashed mountain bikers.

Daddy looked Daisy in the eyes. "There is no need to feel embarrassed my flower, I have done all this before for you when you were a baby. I am here to look after you as I know you would look after me."

At that he knelt down and peeled Daisy's tight lycra shorts off her until they were pooled at her ankles. No knickers underneath -- Daddy had told her years ago that all experienced cyclists go without underwear as the padded shorts are designed to sit directly on your skin, and Daddy also rode like that. Daddy was surprised to see that Daisy was shaved down there. It was only in the last year, since she turned 18 and started going out with David, that she had become shy around him and covered up, when before she would stroll around naked, just as Daddy continued doing. Daisy sat down on the toilet and Daddy left the bathroom.

Daisy was so relieved as the pee flowed. She was worried about what lay ahead in her recovery, but was reassured by Daddy being at her side. And she would now have him to herself for every minute of the next two weeks. That made her feel those flutters that she had been having the last few months when she thought of Daddy in the way she knew she shouldn't. The stream of her pee fluctuated in time with the fluttering.

As she the flow finished she realised that with her arms in splints she couldn't wipe herself. "Daddy, I need your help!"

As Daddy squeezed back into the small room he realised Daisy's predicament.

"It's OK flower. As I said, I have done this all before."

Daddy reached across her and took some toilet paper, folded it, and looking away from Daisy, lowered his hand in between her legs and wiped her twice, back to front each time. He let the tissue fall into the bowl and washed his hand.

Daisy had to work hard to suppress the sensations firing through her body from Daddy's touch in that special place.

"OK, I don't know about you but I am starving. I am going to stick a frozen pizza in the oven."

Daisy nodded agreement as Daddy helped her up off the toilet and out into the kitchen.

As they waited for the pizza to be done, Daddy asked if Daisy wanted him to call any of her friends to let them know what happened. She instructed him on how to unlock her phone and got him to write a short message to her 3 closest girlfriends.

"What about David?"

"No, we haven't talked since I broke it off with him. The girls will let him know."

Daddy placed the pizza on the table, then took a slice and cut it into bite-size pieces. He fed Daisy her the slice, bite-by-bite, with his fingers. Sometimes Daisy's moist lips touched Daddy's fingers, sending shivers down his spine. Holding water for her to sip was not as easy as it looked, and at times some dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin, which he dabbed away with a napkin. Only when the edge was taken off her hunger and her thirst slaked, did he take a piece for himself.

"Oh, we nearly forgot your medication!"

Daddy went to a cupboard in the kitchen and took a tablet from a plastic bottle. Daisy had started having digestive problems about 6 months ago and had found that taking over-the-counter Motilium every day gave her full relief. Daddy carefully placed the tablet on her outstretched tongue, a sight that awoke those unspoken feelings in him, and helped her wash it down with some water.

"OK, now an early night, I can see you are tired. I will just tidy up here and we will both get a well-earned sleep".

Daisy made her way up to her room, followed a few minutes later by her Daddy.

As she sat at the edge of her bed, Daddy helped her out of her sports bra. He couldn't help but notice how her nipples were swollen and moist. He forced himself to look away and grabbed a loose pyjama top. He carefully slid her splinted arms into it and buttoned it up. Not all the way, as Daisy always left the top two buttons undone, which had allowed her Daddy to see how she had grown into a full-chested young woman.

Daddy then again pulled her lycra shorts down, this time all the way, and pulled Daisy's figure-hugging pyjama shorts up over her womanly arse.

Now Daddy realised he was still in his sweaty cycling gear. "Daisy, you lie down, I need to have a shower."

In a panicked voice, Daisy urged, "No, don't leave me alone. I am scared as I can't move my arms. I will come with you."

Daisy sat on the toilet bowl as Daddy stripped off his lycra. For a man his age, he was strong and fit. He didn't follow the current fashion for shaving. Greying chest hair, with a line of downy black hair down the middle of his belly, spreading out into a soft blanket over his lower belly and a trimmed but thick-enough bush in his pubic area, some hairs on his balls too, greying. His balls were so much bigger than David's and David didn't have a single hair on his body. Hard to believe how different two men's bodies can look.

Daisy had avoided seeing her Daddy naked the last months because of the fluttering feelings it had started to cause, but now she relaxed and drank in the sight of him. Yes, she felt those fluttering feelings but now she decided to let them take flight. She was in her Daddy's care the next while so she would simply have to get used to them.

As he entered the shower Daisy got a good view of his broad shoulders, and the benefits of being a mountain biker -- his plump but tight arse, trunk-like thighs, and bulbous calves.

Daisy laughed for the first time since the accident when Daddy started singing in the shower. He couldn't help himself. Daisy knew the tune, an oldie - "I want to kiss you all over, and over again..". He always sung that in the shower. "Singing" was a generous way of describing Daddy's out of tune croaking, but she loved it.

As Daddy dried himself in front of Daisy he caught her staring at his naked body before turning away and blushing. He felt a stirring in his balls so quickly dried himself and put on a flannel dressing gown.

He led Daisy back towards her room, but she pulled back. "Daddy, I want to sleep in your big bed with you. I am scared of something happening in the night and not being able to use my arms. And these things are starting to itch. Can you get a chopstick from downstairs so you can scratch my itches without having to unwrap the bandaging?"

"OK flower. It does make sense for you to be in with me. Go on inside and I will be back in a second with the chopstick."

When he got back to his room, Daisy was already lying flat on her back, asleep. She couldn't turn on her side because of her splinted arms.

Daddy took off his dressing gown. He always slept naked, didn't even own pyjamas. So he eased himself in beside Daisy, covered them both with the blanket and fell asleep with his arm on her hip. Protecting her. Being there for her.

As Daisy woke, sunlight was streaming in through the windows. She had been knocked out after the stress of yesterday and slept flat on her back without feeling uncomfortable. She felt the hand of her Daddy on her hip. As she looked across at him she revelled in the minutes she had watching him sleep. Those full, passionate lips of his. His stubbly chin with a slight dimple at its centre. She felt things she knew she shouldn't. Especially the urge to kiss him full on the lips. She was startled when his eyes slowly opened.

"Morning flower. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes Daddy. Surprisingly well. But you know something -- I really need to go to the toilet."

Daddy helped her as before. But this time she also had to do a poo. It was embarrassing for them both at first, but they felt so natural in each others presence that once cleaned up it was clear to them both that it wouldn't be a problem for them next time. They both even appreciated that such an intimate act only brought them closer together.

After brushing her teeth for her, Daddy had to say something.

"Daisy, I don't mean to be rude, but you haven't showered since the accident and I smell the bike ride, the stress, and so many other ripe smells off you. You need a good cleaning."

"You are right Daddy, but how."

Ten minutes later and Daisy was relaxing in a warm bubbly bath. Her splinted arms resting on the sides of the bath and covered in large plastic bin bags to keep them dry.

Daddy started by washing her hair. He took his time and when he massaged the shampoo into Daisy's scalp with his strong fingers, Daisy felt those flutters again.

As Daddy took a flannel and cleaned Daisy, he noticed she flinched a bit when he tenderly cleaned her breasts. Her nipples looked even more swollen and her breasts were hard to the touch.

As he reached down into the water to clean between Daisy's legs, Daddy felt his own wetness as his cock started to drip. He hadn't felt that in such a long time. He buried the thoughts that were trying to surface.

Daisy could feel how full her breasts were. And her nipples were hurt like hell. She knew what had to be done. But how? And the fluttering feelings -- she needed her hand between her legs to still them. But her arms were immobilised. She was a prisoner in her own body.

The day proceeded with the two never far from each other. Daddy cooking for his girl, scratching her itches with the chopstick, sitting beside her on the sofa watching classic black-and-white films.

But the pressure and pain in Daisy's breasts was building. She was so uncomfortable. And she was sure Daddy would notice the damp spots on her t-shirt. She was braless as she didn't need that lounging around at home, but it meant the leakage from her nipples was leaving two distinct sopping rings in the cotton.

Daddy had noticed. He was fascinated. But he didn't appreciate the extreme pain Daisy was in until he laid her onto the bed to sleep that evening and Daisy whined when he inadvertently brushed his arm against a nipple.

Daddy was about to ask her when Daisy bust out with a stream of words, accompanied with a flow of tears.

"Daddy, I don't know why, but for the last months I have been producing milk. I even had to buy a hand pump to express it. And that's one reason why I dumped David -- he wanted to drink at my breasts but I wouldn't let him. I let him do many other things to me, only with his fingers, but I wasn't giving him that. And I need to pump this milk out now! It is so painful. Please Daddy, my pump is in the second drawer of my dresser."

He ran in a shocked state to her room. The second drawer was full of knickers, but when he dug down he found hidden implements, not just the breast pump. A sharp bone-handled knife, Daisy's riding crop, and his electric toothbrush. He had been confused as to why his electric toothbrush would regularly disappear and reappear -- he only used it occasionally so had let it go. But he was confused at the collection of items. Hearing Daisy moan in pain brought him back to the matter at hand and he ran to her with the breast pump.