Noah Syndrome

Noah Syndrome

This is based on a dream I had. As such it probably doesn't make a lot of sense.

An 18 year old should not have to go through all this. I was the only 'adult' in his close family, left to deal with such a terrible situation so shortly after losing Mum. The doctors said that his grief had certainly contributed to the illness.

Daddy was disappearing from us and I was heartbroken. He had been stable, maybe even slightly improving for a week or so, but a text during gym had advised me to come straight away. As I hastily pulled on my school uniform, I rushed to the bus stop just in time to step on the number 11 straight to the hospital.

He was in his own private room, as experts were mystified and had him hooked up to all sorts of monitors. Dr Ouango explained:

"Your father has a severe form of agnosia in which all 5 of his senses are affected. It is a unique condition so we're calling it

Noah Syndrome

. In one respect he is still with us, his vital organs are functioning normally, liver, heart etc. But his senses are being blocked. He appears to have already lost hearing and sight and the remaining senses are weak and only getting worse."

He explained all this as he led me to the ward.

"Oh, just wait here a moment, Miss."

I saw Daddy through the viewing glass, tubes everywhere and machines bleeping and flickering. Dr. Ouango hastily covered up my father's lower half, as he was naked and apparently fully erect.

The doctor beckoned me in.

"Um something I didn't mention, a side-effect of your father's medication is a form of priapism - a state of permanent erection even after ejaculation. We, er...were obliged to do some tests."

Ouango seemed uncomfortable. I looked over at the thin sheet covering Daddy from the waist down and tried to appear nonchalant.

"Can I speak to him?"

"He probably won't respond. Please understand, his ears are fine, everything is as it should be in that respect, it's just that messages are not being processed by his brain, effectively rendering his senses redundant."

"Hi, Daddy. It's me. Wake up now, we need you - what's that noise?"

The doctor explained.

"These five monitors are measuring his sense responses to a very precise degree. As you can see, hearing and sight are at practically zero. This one is smell. Then we have taste, and finally touch. These figures are percentages I suppose you would say, anything below 10 is considered failed, possibly irreparably."

"So why did the smell one make a ping?"

"One thing we have noticed is that very strong smells, or, we suspect, smells he finds appealing, can temporarily increase the reading before it slowly backs down again. We hope if we can get a sense above 80% it will return to normal, but that's just conjecture at this stage. As I say this is a unique situation."

His pager buzzed.

"OK I have to see to this. My shift is nearly over but my replacement will be here within the hour to apply the cream to your father's um, penis. We need to keep it moistened or else we fear the skin might crack. Good evening to you, Miss. Any problems you can press the red button there and a nurse will attend to you."

And with that he was gone. I was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem more concerned, but I supposed Daddy's case was just one of dozens he had to deal with.

I looked at the monitors and contemplated what it all meant. His organs were working but messages weren't being processed, is that what he said? Like some kind of traffic jam. I couldn't really fathom what it meant, but then I'm not an expert in these things.

The smell monitor was gradually dropping back to 45 or so. Intriguing that my smell would have that effect. I mean, yes I am a bit sweaty but I don't stink!

I ventured to his bedside again to see if it would affect the meters. I leaned into him so that he could smell my skin. Nothing. Perhaps a tiny flicker of the least significant zero.

"Hmm, maybe it wears off."

I stood up straight and pulled the chair nearer, as I did so the monitor rose a few points. Puzzled, I backed away and it gradually started falling. I moved closer again. Up.

"Oh God!" Daddy seemed to be responding to my skirt. Checking nobody was about I lifted the front of my skirt to my nose to see if I could smell anything. As I did so the monitor rose sharply.

"My...my knickers?"

Looking down I could see a damp patch where the exertion of the class, the rope climbing probably, had provoked a bit of sweat and perhaps other girlie fluids. I smeared the patch with my fingers and held them to my nose.

It was there, not strong really but definitely there. It felt very weird standing a mere 6 inches from my father's face with my skirt up round my waist. Despite the seriousness of the situation I couldn't resist just pulling my knickers to the side and pretending to expose myself to him, spreading my lips apart while giving it my best

ahegao

face. What if he woke up now, how bitter sweet that would be!

The display flickered higher. Without really thinking, I pulled my knickers off and laid them across his face, making sure the wet spot was nearest his nose. Amazingly the smell monitor inched up steadily. It was now well into the 60s.

'Get a sense above 80 and it might come back for good,' that's what the doctor had said. This was so exciting, in more ways than one.

So what should I do? Should I...I don't know, finger myself and let him...ah no, that's a better idea.

I stuffed my white knickers into my school bag then climbed onto his bed. Facing the window I straddled his face, my school skirt covering his head and shoulders. I lowered myself slowly to within a centimetre of his nose and using his thighs as a brace, gently scooched back and forth between bridge and tip.

"Oh my God, it's working!"

As I rubbed my wet cunt up and down his nose I saw that the smell numbers were still rising, but so was the touch monitor! Not as fast perhaps, but this was definitely helping.

Suddenly the ward phone rang. I quickly dismounted, fearing someone would come in to answer it, and sat down in the bedside chair casually leafing through a magazine.

As nobody appeared I answered it myself tentatively.

"Ah hello Miss, it's Dr Ouango. Listen I have just heard from my replacement. Unfortunately he has come down with suspected Covid, I'm very much afraid he won't be able to apply the lotion this evening. If you happen to spot a nurse just let her know, it's the tube in the side cabinet by his bedside. Any change?"

"No," I lied, a little flustered.

"OK, well I'll be back in the morning. Get some rest Miss, there's nothing you can do at the moment." The phone clicked.

That's what he thinks.

The numbers had slipped back a little but still better than when I arrived. I searched for the tube of lotion. Oh great. Empty! Why don't they keep supplies replenished?

Still feeling somewhat aroused, I gingerly pulled back the thin sheet. My father's erection was so hard it looked like it would crack. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, his cock was magnificent just...there. All proud and...

Seemingly drawn by some invisible thread I leaned over him and took it in my small hand. I mean I was helping science right? And who knows, this may be what he needs - perhaps every day for the rest of his - "ugh!"

With no warning Daddy ejaculated. There was seemingly pints of the stuff. But there were no bodily reactions at all. It was as if it just poured out like an upturned jug of cream.

I noticed that the touch monitor's number had risen significantly. His cock remained rigid, like the doctor had warned me. I mean I could in theory just milk him again and again, surely at some point he would have had enough.

All was dark in the corridor outside. I had now made it my life's mission to get his remaining senses up in the 80s. I felt that maybe I was the only person in the world capable of this and it was my duty as a loving daughter, a citizen, a fellow human bei -

Easing my mouth over his majestic cock, I bobbed gently up and down. The touch reading was easing up. He came again in very similar amounts. I swallowed it down and gave my soaking cunt a quick fingering, and wafted my hand above his nose. This was like spinning plates.

I took three more mouthfuls of his delicious creamy cum. The reading was seemingly stuck on 75.

Oh well, I thought. Nothing for it.

I climbed onto the bed again, this time facing him and eased my vagina down over his thick shaft. As I rode him like a wild mare I lost all sense of reality. I was fucking my comatose father in a hospital bed, what is wrong with me?

He came inside me three more times, my cunt was now pooling cum. I too had orgasmed noisily several times and even squirted at one point. I had lost sight of the bigger picture. I didn't need to see the readings, I knew this was working.

Once more I straddled his face, our cum seeping out of me like a saturated sponge, and took his cock in my mouth. Once more he came, and came again. By now the whole ward just reeked of cum and cunt, even I could smell it never mind the stupid monitors.

With my mouth still full, I returned to fucking him. This time I kissed him, letting his sperm dribble into his own mouth mixed with all the different flavours. Thrusting and thrusting I glanced over at the monitors.

Every one of them was hitting 90%. Every fucking one of them!

"Come on Daddy you can do it. Once more for your little girl, once more for me Daddy, fill your daughter's tight little cunt with your cum, fuck me til I can't walk straight. Daddy! DADDY!

I kissed him deeply as we came together. Then, slowly, amazingly, his erection subsided inside me.

He opened his eyes, I pulled my head back and just stared, his cum coating my top lip and chin. He smiled.

"Hello Poppy."