Alan stepped into the kitchen with great trepidation. He had heard his daughter clattering about in the kitchen attempting to make toast one-handed. Even without her injury, it was perhaps the limit of her kitchen-based skills. However, what was uppermost in his mind was the earth-shattering events of the previous evening. His fears quickly evaporated as he saw his daughter turn and wave awkwardly to him.
"Hi daddy!" she shouted across the room. "Hope I didn't wake you!"
"No, you didn't," he stammered. Clearly Melissa was not in the slightest bit upset -- quite the contrary.
When he stepped into the kitchen proper to rescue breakfast from her incompetence she put her good arm around him tightly and with her right in a sling, gave him a big enthusiastic kiss. The taste of her lips tantalised him and before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth slightly. She followed his lead and his tongue slipped into her mouth and for a few short but powerful seconds, father and daughter embraced in a pseudo-passionate manner.
"Go sit down and I'll get your breakfast," he said matter-of-factly as they broke the connection.
Breakfast should have been strained -- but it was not. They talked easily and happily despite the power of the impending diaper change that was still hanging over them.
"Did you sleep well, honey," he asked.
"Like a log! Best sleep in ages!"
The powerful painkillers she had taken just before the fateful diaper change was what had sent her to a long sleep but Alan couldn't help but wonder how much the sleep was due to her powerful orgasm.
***
"Okay, let's do this," Alan announced cheerfully, as Melissa laid back on the bed awaiting her diaper change.
Just as before, he pulled off her wet plastic pants and unpinned her soggy diaper. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he was. Not because of the sight of her pussy but rather because of its accessibility.
Using a damp flannel he carefully wiped all of her diaper area and then holding her leg back for her he put in operation his plan. He placed his hand onto her pussy and slowly stroked it while maintaining constant eye contact with her. She did not flinch a muscle and her mouth widened into a smile as he slowly inserted one and then two fingers into her lubricating pussy.
He had already removed her nightie before the diaper change and he slowly put his free hand on her breast and squeezed gently. He felt her pleasure ripple beneath him as he leant forward and releasing her leg, put his mouth around her nipple and began to suck.
It all seemed so very natural for him as he enjoyed her small firm breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. Her pussy moistened as his touch continued to probe deeper and more forcefully into her willing pussy.
Alan withdrew his hand and laid on top of his daughter wearing nothing but his own diaper and panties and began to kiss her passionately. For several minutes they kissed; not the kiss of a father for his daughter nor the kiss of a man for his wife but rather the kiss of a lover seeking intimacy with his soul-mate.
The emotion of the moment was broken open as Melissa began to cry silent tears. Being a man, Alan was unaccustomed to tears and naturally misinterpreted them. He quickly slid off of his daughter and prepared to leave when she suddenly grabbed his hand in hers.
"Don't leave, daddy," she sobbed through her tears. "I'm not angry."
Alan was perplexed.
"I love you, daddy," she added.