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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is  **NOT** intended to be a
guide for actual behavior.  Any similarities between this story
and actual people or actual events you should be ashamed of are
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                           WYNTER KING 2:
                      DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT
                      by Russell Hoisington

                               Five

     For a while, Richard thought he would need a physician and a
consulting engineer to work out a position that wasn't
uncomfortable for either of them and that didn't put him in risk
of greater injury if she should slip.  The latter was mostly
Wynter's concern because she was very aware of her father's
accident-prone nature.  Fortunately for Richard, his daughter had
more sense than he did, and for that he was thankful.  He was in
far too big a hurry to taste that wonderful juvenile pussy and
would have gone with the first position where she could rub her
sweet little cunt on his face.  He could just picture Ellen
Carter showing up to find him with two dislocated shoulders and a
bad case of pussy breath.

     He was going to have enough trouble explaining -- somehow --
why he no longer suffered pain from seminal build-up.

     They found the right combination of slight elevation of the
head of the bed plus an additional pillow that allowed her to
kneel on either side of his body with that firm, round little
butt toward his face -- he made a mental note to nibble on it to
check its firmness -- and her feet under his elevated arms and
shoulders.  From there she could push her little love box back to
his face, as she was now doing.  That position had an additional
advantage:  it put her face near the Beast, should she decide to
return the favor.  But later:  he didn't want her to be
distracted while she enjoyed her first cunnilingus session.

     "Daddy, after I masturbated, my pussy was just a big mess
from my natural lubrication," she said, "so I washed and dried it
for you.  If I didn't do it good enough, I can go wash it again."

     Richard inhaled the intoxicating aroma of faint soap, clean
cunt, and young skin from mere inches away.  The Beast began
showing renewed interest.  "Honey, as long as your pussy is kept
normally clean, it's just fine.  If you don't wash for a couple
of days and it gets all funky, then that's different, but fresh
pussy juice has some kind of chemicals -- pher... phera...
whatever they are -- that attract men and make us interested."

     "You mean 'pheromones,' like bug traps use?" she asked,
looking down between her small, round breasts and between those
long, slim thighs to the lower part of his face.

     Richard's eyes where roaming over the almost flawless thighs
and buttocks, the soft, fat little pillows of her outer labia,
the thin line of the inner lips just visible within her slit, and
the short cornsilk hair growing on her prominent mound and
trailing back thinly along either side of her sweet-smelling
slit.  When he had time, he'd be amazed again at what Wynter did
and did not know.

     "That's the word," he said.  "Honey, it smells just
wonderful and looks -- well, it looks good enough to eat, and I
can't wait any longer to taste you.  Are you ready?"

     She was.  He guided her back and rubbed his nose over her
butt cheeks, down along her thighs, and up them to the already
dampening pinkness within her little slit.  The tip of his nose
toyed with the little button of her clit.  It swelled and
stiffened before he moved his nose into the wetness that was
collecting at the tiny opening of her love tunnel.  He noted that
the entrance wasn't restricted by a hymen, as he had expected. 
She was an active, athletic girl and could have ruptured it any
number of times and ways over the past several years, but he was
sure he knew how she lost it.

     He eased the tip of his nose into the tight, wet tube and
inhaled what she would probably refer to now as her "natural
pheromones."  He nose-fucked her twice before sliding his
juice-slickened snout up to the tight pucker of her little butt
hole.  That, too, had been scrubbed fresh and clean, he noticed,
as his tongue licked the downy pillows of her outer lips.  He
placed several kisses on her thighs, ass, and pussy before
repeating the lick.  Then he slowly licked his was into her slit
and alternated between probing the entrance to her love mine and
the hard little stick of her twat trigger.

     Maybe he was alive, maybe he was dead; whichever it was,
Richard King was in Heaven.

                               ---

     Wynter felt NERVOUS ANXIETY as she knelt over father's body
with her pussy almost touching his face.  She was so afraid that
he'd be disappointed with her pussy once he tasted it.  She
shivered when his nose rubbed lightly over her behind -- her BUTT
or ASS, as grownups called it -- and then down her legs, and then
up between them.  The horny feeling in her clitty started
growing, and when his nose brushed that little hard stick of
flesh, the feeling seemed to consume her whole lower body.  If
Daddy didn't like her pussy, she'd have to GET HERSELF OFF with
her fingers, and she'd do it while sitting in the chair so he
could watch.  Unless, of course, he was so disappointed with her
that he didn't want to watch, either.  In that case, she'd have
to wait until he went to sleep.

     She thought she'd die from either horniness or happiness,
she wasn't sure which, when his nose slid into the tight, wet
opening of her burning cunny.  There was a not-unpleasant feeling
of coldness when he inhaled and air rushed across her INNER LIPS. 
Or whatever they were called.  And then she felt her father's
nose push up inside of her, and again, and again, and she heard
his sigh of pleasure.  She knew that was what is was because it
sounded just like her own.  And with that, she knew he was
pleased, and that she could stop worrying.  If there was
something he didn't like, it had been overcome by her natural
pheromones.

     His nose slid out of her opening, and she felt a mixture of
both disappointment with its absence and anticipation at what
might be next.  It probed her anus.  Her BUTT HOLE, if grownups
called people's the same as Daddy had called Dragon's.  She
needed to remember to ask him about that.  She was suddenly
thankful that she'd had the foresight to wash EVERYTHING down
THERE very thoroughly when she took her shower.

     And then she stopped thinking when she felt his tongue
caress the fat little pads on either side of her split.  Her jump
in horniness left no room for thought.  She felt a dozen kisses
on her cunny, her butt, her legs, seeming to all land at once. 
Another lick along her split tightened the clock spring in her
cunny another notch.  And another.  And another.  He was slowly
licking his way into her split, and Wynter thought she would die
of pleasure overdose before she could cum again.  His tongue in
her pussy felt as much better than French kissing as French
kissing felt better than regular kissing.

     His tongue stroked along the length of her clitty, to
include the exposed head.  It didn't feel uncomfortable the way
her finger did, even when she coated her finger with her natural
lubrication -- her PUSSY JUICE, said the correcting thought that
seemed to come from another world.

     She shivered with delight when his exploring tongue reached
her cunny opening, expecting him to repeat the lick.  Instead, it
snaked inward until it was insider her cunny, making her gasp in
surprise.  It pulled back and thrust in again, several times,
causing her to wonder if FUCKING felt that good, too.

     What was that noise?  It was her, moaning every time his hot
tongue pushed up into her tight cunny hole.  She held her breath,
but the moaning continued.  It was her father, and they had been
moaning together, except, she vaguely realized, they were
off-key.  She thought that she should make an effort to get on
key with him, but his tongue had pulled out of her cunny and
returned for another lick up the length of her hard little
clitty, and she lost all control of her next moan, and the ones
that followed as he switched between licking her aching clitty
and probing up her burning cunny hole.

     When she was masturbating that afternoon for her second time
ever, she had wondered if oral sex would feel as good as
masturbation.  The answer was clearly, "No."  It felt a LOT
better!

     She knelt there, with her face above his hard dick, moaning
in discordant harmony, feeling the spring in her cunny grow
tighter and tighter and tighter as she enjoyed his mixture of
furious licking and kissing and sucking on everything he could
reach between her legs.  She almost came when he sucked her
clitty between his lips and began flipping it with his tongue. 
He had stopped at exactly the wrong moment and resumed shoving
his tongue into her cunny hole.

     Her eyes were closed!  She opened them and saw that she was
resting her upper body on her forearms, just above his lower
abdominal area.  His large, hard dick was an inch away, moving as
her father humped empty air, the dark hair around it moving with
the air panting out of her lungs.  She lowered her head and
kissed the nerve bundle just below the head and heard him gasp. 
She licked the underside from the tip of the head back to his
NUTS, and he moaned and humped harder.  She repeated the
movement, and he began licking the length of her clitty, in time
with her licking his dick.  His body began tensing under hers,
and his dick began to swell even larger.

     She brought her mouth back to the tip and opened wide to
take the head in.  The tight spring in her cunny overwound and
exploded in a thousand shards, each one riding its own wave of
pleasure through her body.

     She wasn't sure who came first.

                               ---

     Wynter was lying face down on her father's torso, her face
next to the end of his dick and her cunny in his face.  She was
gasping for air, and he was shaking like an earthquake under her
as his body also gasped for air.  She felt his hot breath on her
very upper legs and her pussy, and he seemed to be softly
moaning.  It was a happy-sounding moan, not one of pain or
discomfort.  She started giggling and couldn't stop.  She was
that happy.  She slowly pulled her feet out from under his
extended arms, rose on hands and knees, and turned her head to
look at him.

     She felt something thick and wet at the corner of her mouth
and wiped it away when she was balanced and able to lift a hand. 
It was his semen -- his CUM.  Then she remembered that she'd been
sucking on his dick when he came.  She touched her tongue to it,
decided she liked it, and with a twist of her finger, wiped it
onto her tongue and swallowed it.  She turned about, careful not
to bump his arm casts or his leg cast, and looked at him while
still on all fours above him.  He looked even happier than he had
after her last handjob; happier than after she let him suck her
tits.  His face was smeared with her natural lubrication -- her
PUSSY JUICE, she reminded herself -- making it seem to glow.

     He gave her that warm, loving smile that in turn made her
glow all inside, and he gasped, "Honey -- I hope -- you had -- as
much fun -- as I had."  If he hadn't been a man, she'd have sworn
that he giggled before he said, "That's the best time -- I've
ever had -- in my entire life."

     She carefully eased up over his whole body and lowered
herself, watching for signs that she was causing him discomfort,
until she was stretched out atop him, with his dick between her
thighs and her arms trying to wrap around his body under his
arms.  He couldn't hug her, so she hugged for both of them.

     "I love you, Daddy," she said, squeezing her arms tighter
about him.

     "I love you, too, Wynter."  His voice said he meant it, and
that made her body tingle all over.

     They lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the
warm closeness of each other. Before long he spoke again. 
"Honey, would you do me a favor?'

     She raised upright, Mother Hen rushing to her face, though a
little slower than usual.  "What do you need?  I'll do it for
you?"

     He gave her a strange look -- almost a disappointed one. 
"You were doing it until you raised up," he said, getting back
his breath.  He panted for a second and then said, "I wanted you
to stay right were you were and to keep holding me for a while."

     "Oh.  Sure!  Tell me if I put pressure on your casts."  She
eased back down, watching his face for signs of pain.  When she
was down, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chin
against his chest instead of her cheek.  She smiled as she looked
at his face.  She couldn't believe how happy he looked.

     "Honey," he asked, sounding almost a little nervous, "if
it's not too much trouble and it's not uncomfortable for you,
would you mind holding me while I go to sleep?  I'm barely able
to stay awake, despite the fact that I'm so happy that I don't
want to go to sleep."

     "It's no trouble, Daddy.  But you have my natural -- I mean,
my pussy juice smeared all over your face.  Don't you want me to
clean you up first?"

     "Huh uh," he grunted.  "Not unless it bothers you."

     "Not really," she said, turning her head and squeezing him
tightly, not caring that the pajama top button was hard against
her cheekbone.  "I guess my natural pheromones work on you, huh?"

     He made an odd laugh that sounded echoy through the ear
against his chest.  "I guess they do, honey.  I'm sorry I can't
stay awake.  Women always complain that men want to go to sleep
right after their orgasms.  Maybe I have a legitimate excuse,
though?"

     "You're hurt, and you need to rest to recover," she said,
keeping her face tight against his chest as she continued to hug
him.  "You have a reason, not an excuse."  She thought that
sounded like a grown-up response and was very pleased with
herself.

                               ---

     Richard awoke to a pressure on his body.  He opened his eyes
and saw blonde hair just below his chin.  His face seemed tight,
and he remembered.  He licked the dried pussy juice and saliva
mix from his lips.  My god, she still tasted wonderful.  She was
asleep, breathing slowly and evenly.

     He was uncomfortable, but he was always uncomfortable with
his arms and one leg hanging there, pulling slightly against
their joints.  But he was being held in a warm, comforting
embrace.  She was no longer squeezing, but her arms were still
warm around him.  He wished he'd had her remove his pajama top
first so that he could feel her silky-smooth skin against his. 
Of course, she might have found all his scars to be
uncomfortable, he admitted.

     He had felt wonderful when Angie squat-fucked him before she
left, but that was nothing compared to how his eleven-year-old
daughter had made him feel by humping her juicy little twat in
his face and sucking on the Beast.  He hadn't expected the blow
job, and he didn't have a chance to warn her that he was cumming. 
He was surprised that she said nothing about him cumming in her
mouth.  Not that she'd had much opportunity to say anything, but
if she'd been upset, he was certain that she would have said
something, wouldn't she?  But she was Wynter.

     She had wiped some seepage from the corner of her mouth and
swallowed it when she arose afterward.  He hadn't planned to
bring up the idea of oral sex on himself at that time and was
more than pleased that she'd done it of her own volition.

     The memory made the Beast twitch once.  He thought the
bastard was dead after the strength of his last orgasm.  He
wondered where his body had found enough cum to shoot into his
daughter's sweet, coral-lipped mouth and its rows of perfect
white teeth.  Perhaps he hadn't actually shot into her mouth
after all, and what she wiped from her lips was his entire load,
expended outside her mouth.  But he was sure he remembered her
lips encircling the head and her tongue rubbing rings around it
as the Beast opened fire.

     He lay there for a long while, memorizing every detail of
the moment.  He was wondering if there were any way he could keep
her there that night as he finally drifted back to sleep.

                                    Six

     The tickling sensation at the end of his nose wouldn't go
away.  Richard couldn't move his arm to swipe at it, and his arm
hurt when he tried.  He dragged himself to consciousness and
opened his eyes to see blonde bangs brushing across the tip of
his nose, then lifting to reveal two sparkling blue-green pools
checking to see if he was awake yet.  When she saw him looking at
her, her face lifted higher to bring puckered coral lips up for a
tip of the nose kiss.  There were no words to express how loved
he felt every time she did that.  He had difficulty forcing his
smile into a pucker as her lips lowered to gently kiss his.

     "Time to wake up," she said.  "You should have taken your
pills a half-hour ago."

     She said it in a calm voice, with a hint of a smile. 
Richard couldn't have been more surprised if she'd jumped up and
kicked him in the nuts.  Wynter always fretted herself silly if
she were just five minutes late with his pills.  Always, that is,
until this time.

     "You're waking me up to give me a sleeping pill?" he asked
with an exaggerated frown.

     "I don't think you need one," she said, her face suddenly
glowing with a huge smile.

     That wasn't the way the game went.  Something was different.

     "It took me ten minutes to wake you up," she said with an
odd giggle.

     Something was RADICALLY different.  It wasn't her
little-girl-giggle that he often heard when they joked with each
other.  It sounded, well -- more grown up, he finally decided.

     "You've been tickling my nose for ten minutes?"

     "Unh uh," she said.  "That only took about ten seconds." 
The huge smile remained as radiant as before as she searched his
eyes with her own.

     "Well, then just what were you doing for the other nine
minutes and fifty seconds?"  His futile attempt to sound stern
changed her giggle to a laugh.

     "Tickling you with my hair," she said.

     He frowned, trying to make sense of that.  It was the
tickling with her hair that had awakened him.

     She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around the
Beast.  It was erect, though it had to be a piss-hardon after the
workout it had endured the past couple of days.  The thought made
him realize how distended his bladder was.  Then somebody finally
hit him with a mental sledgehammer.  "Oh!"

     "It got hard, but you didn't wake up," Wynter said.  She was
having trouble sounding disappointed because she couldn't stop
smiling and giggling.  She lifted her butt from his abdomen,
relieving some of his bladder pressure, and scooted back until
she was over his hard dick.  She lowered her body slightly and
brushed the cornsilk of her nether hair along the rigid Beast.

     "Not even when I did this," she said with another giggle. 
"Or this," she added, lowering a little more until he felt the
warmth of her pillowy outer lips against his dick.  She hunched
her hips slowly and left a warm, wet trail along his lance of
lust, then reversed her direction and added to it.  She moaned
softly, and need showed in her eyes.

     "It felt so good to me that I came in just a couple of
minutes, Daddy, but you didn't wake up then, either."

     <Damn!>  "I'm truly sorry I missed that, honey.  I really
would have loved seeing it."  The only time he'd seen her orgasm
up close was when her juicy little twat had been smeared across
his face.  He had loved watching the way her cunt had swollen and
throbbed, especially that short stretch between her sweet little
vagina and her hot little anus, and the way her opening expanded
and then squeezed shut, as if it were sneezing.  But he also
wanted to watch her face during orgasm, to see if her
expressions, like her contractions, mimicked Angie's.

     "Well," she said, lowering her head but keeping eye contact,
"I guess I could do it again for you.  AFTER you've had your
pills."

     "Promise?" he asked, realizing he must have sounded like a
schoolboy being offered a new bicycle.

     "Cross my heart," she replied, tracing an "X" between those
two wonderful pink orbs bracketing her heart.  "A good nurse
never fibs to her patient," she continued, lowering the Beast
gently to his stomach and releasing it.

     "Nurse?  I thought you were my student!"

     "Nurse now, then student," she said in a stern voice,
carefully swinging her left leg over so that she could climb off
the bed,  "or else I'll have to explain to Nurse Carter why your
pills were so late."  She tried to give him a glare that matched
her voice, the way Ellen Carter had done on a couple of occasions
when he'd been obstinate, but she broke up in a fit of giggles.

     "Well, Nurse King, I need two things worse than I need the
pills, and the first is the urinal and the second is a kiss."

     She understood that the second priority for the kiss meant
that he was desperate for the urinal and flew into action.  She
had the bed upright in record time, yet managed to do it without
causing any additional discomfort to his arms and leg.  Or
perhaps the pain in his bladder caused him to ignore any such
additional discomfort.  Fortunately the Beast had retreated so
that he could piss as soon as she had his flaccid cock in the
mouth of the urinal.

     She smiled at him when he moaned in relief, then turned her
attention back to her task in hand.  No blushing, no looking
away.  His little girl really WAS growing up.  He'd give a year's
pay just to have his arms free for one minute to squeeze her to
himself in a bear hug of Olympian might.  He did not want to give
up his little girl.  And yet, he had wanted that same little girl
to become just what she was evolving into.  Wynter was absolutely
right, he realized:  grownups did lead lives that were far too
complicated.

     "DADDY!  WHAT'S WRONG?"

     She was staring at his left cheek.  He slowly realized that
a trickle of wetness ran down it from the outer corner of his
eye.  "Nothing, honey," he said with a forced smile that he hoped
looked natural to her.  "I guess it's just a reaction to the
relief.  I was about to explode."

     Fortunately she accepted his statement.  When he was
finished she stripped the residual piss out of his cock with two
strokes that would have brought the Beast to life if it hadn't
had such a workout for the past two days.  She put the urinal on
the side table while she adjusted the sheet over him.

     "There's one other thing I need," he said in a quiet voice,
bringing Mother Hen to life.  "I really need a kiss on the nose
before you go."

     She giggled and complied, adding a daughterly kiss on his
lips.  But when she drew back, her face had an odd look faintly
overlaid on her delicate features.  She suspected that something
was different, but she was too dedicated to her nursing duties to
take time to ask him what.  He knew that she would ask when she
returned with his pills and furiously searched for an answer.

     She emptied and cleaned the urinal, then replaced it below
the foot of the bed.  "Pain pill or i-bu-pro-fin?" she asked,
slowly sounding out the syllables of the word that just would not
flow easily off her warm, wet tongue.

     "Ibuprofin," he said with a smile that hid the turmoil in
his brain.

     While she counted out the pills, compared them to the
schedule, and noted the type and time in his records, he
remembered his lecture about honesty and trust.  He would not lie
when she asked.

     "They're not very chewy," he complained.  "They weren't
cooked long enough."

     "Maybe I overcooked them and made them tough," she retorted
as she popped the last one in his mouth and held the straw to his
mouth.

     He managed to swallow it with a sip of water before they
broke up in laughter.  She let him drink his fill of water and
put then glass on the night stand.  After she lowered the bed to
a thirty degree angle she turned to him, her face serious.

     "Daddy...."

     The phone interrupted.  It was Ellen Carter.  Wynter offered
to let him speak to her, but once again he told her that it was
her job to take care of nurse business.  He watched her smile
explode across her face.  Her slender, nude body seemed to swell
slightly and glow, but with pride, not embarrassment.  He watched
her, as if seeing her for the first time.  He heard her voice but
not her words as she discussed her patient on a nurse-to-nurse
basis.  He was too busy wondering if he'd been given Wynter as
compensation for all the pain he'd had to endure from his
frequent injuries.

     Then he wondered if all that pain was the compensation he
had to give for the privilege of having her.  If it was, then he
was paying a bargain price, he decided, as she hung up the phone.

                               ---

     Ellen Carter switched off the cordless phone, snuggled into
the corner formed by the overstuffed couch's back and arm, and
adjusted the Navajo blanket over her lap and folded legs.  She
put the phone on the end table and hesitated a moment before
picking up her cup of honeyed tea.  As she blew on the tea to
cool it, she frowned. Just who in the was hell that self-assured,
confident adult was who had talked to her Wynter King's voice?

                               ---

     "Daddy, something's wrong, isn't it?"  The beautiful
blue-green gems, just inches from his own eyes, sat under a bluff
weathered with Mother Hen worry.

     Richard made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a soft
laugh.  "Before the phone rang, I'd have said yes.  But now I
know that I'd have been wrong, and that everything is the way is
should be.  But first tell me what Ellen said and then I'll tell
you all about it."

     Wynter looked uncertain for a moment, but that passed.  She
knew he was telling her the truth.  She trusted him.  Richard saw
that trust in her face and felt really, REALLY good about
himself.  He was the kind of father his child could trust
implicitly.  He focused on her eyes and waited.

     "Nurse Carter said that they expect to have the road clear
by two or three tomorrow afternoon.  She's bringing Doctor Taylor
with her.  He's going to check your hands to see if he can remove
them from the casts, but he said you shouldn't get your hopes up. 
She has your right prescription with her, and she said that the
pharmacist won't make that mistake again."

     Richard winced.  Ellen Carter was just a couple of years
older than he was.  Not only was she exceptionally competent and
skilled as a nurse, she also was attractive.  Oh, sure, she'd
never win the Miss America title, but she was a shoo-in for Miss
Congeniality, even at her current age.  But in less time than an
eyeblink she could metamorphose into the Queen of Bitches.  Kevin
Taylor called her Nurse Jekyll and Ms. Hyde for damned good
reason.

     Richard had received one of Ellen's tirades when he had been
similarly recuperating at home from an earlier accident.  Dragon
had actually left Wynter's side in the family room to check on
the commotion, and for the rest of the day Angie, who claimed
she'd heard nothing in the kitchen, couldn't keep from laughing
every time she looked at him.  After that Richard was the best
patient he could possibly be.  Deep down he didn't REALLY believe
any of Ellen's threats, but he was unwilling to test that belief,
just in case he was wrong.

     "Now," she said, grasping her pony tail and leaning forward
to kiss his nose and lips, "what is or isn't wrong?"

     Richard indicated the side of the bed with a nod.  "Have a
seat," he said.

                               ---

     Wynter sat on the edge of the bed and turned, moving her
left leg over so that her father could see both her tits and her
pussy if he wanted to look at them.  He had told her how much he
loved looking at them, but now he barely glanced at them.  If he
wasn't looking because he still thought that was what was best in
the long run, then she'd just have to set her patient straight! 
She straightened and inhaled deeply, thrusting her tits toward
him.  She felt warm all over when his eyes dropped to them for a
moment.

     "That's better," she said.  When he looked puzzled she
explained.  "You've hardly looked at them since you woke up.  I
was wondering if you'd stopped liking to look at me."

     Now HE looked embarrassed!  But his eyes dropped down to her
tits and lingered there, looking back and forth from one to the
other.  And the tip of his tongue licked his lips for just an
instant, the way it had the first time she'd let him have a good
look.  Her tits lifted slightly as her chest swelled with
happiness, and she thought she heard him moan.  "Don't forget
this," she said, using her fingers to hold her split -- her
pussy, she reminded herself yet again -- open so he could see her
clitty.

     "Honey, if I ever come down with Alzheimer's, I promise you
that your pussy will be the last thing I forget," he said with a
touch of horniness in his voice as he looked all around her pussy
area.

     "Promise?" she asked.  She hadn't played the promise game
with him in a long time, but it suddenly seemed grownup instead
of childish to her, like some of the games he played with Mother.

     "Cross my heart," he said, looking up at her eyes.  "Except
I can't do that now for some reason."  He looked at her casts and
then her tits.

     <Drat!>  She'd forgotten about that.  For an instant she
felt childish for not thinking ahead, but then another thought
overtook her.  A good nurse always helps her patient with things
he can't do for himself.

     And a good daughter does the same for her father.

     Wynter released her pussy lips and leaned forward, extending
a forefinger and using it to trace an "X" on his chest.  He
looked at her eyes.  Tears seemed to be collecting in his.  Yes! 
She was sure of it.

     "You wanted to know what was or wasn't wrong," he said in a
low, quiet voice.  When her father used that voice, he was being
VERY serious with her.  She sat back and waited for him to get
his thoughts together.  Nurse Carter said a good nurse always
waited for a patient to get his thoughts together when he was
about to say something that he was uncomfortable with or that
embarrassed him.  She began worrying about what was embarrassing
him or making him uncomfortable.

     He smiled at her, looked at the ceiling for a moment, and
then met her eyes.  "It's about being a parent, and you're going
to go through this same moment yourself some day.  I don't know
what it's called, so let's make up a name for it.  Let's call it,
'The Moment the Lights Came On.'  Okay?"

     "Okay," she said, wondering what that meant.  But a good
nurse didn't rush her patient.

     "You're going to spend years helping your child grow up to
be a young woman or a young man.  You're going to do that because
that's your primary purpose as a parent.  It's a job that
consumes your very existence day and night, but it's a labor of
love, and you'll think there can be no greater calling in the
whole entire world.  Understand?"

     "Yes."  She really and truly did.  But she still didn't know
where this was going.

     "Night and day; day and night.  You're doing all you can to
help your child grow up.  And then comes the moment that you
suddenly KNOW that she really is growing up.  The moment you
realize she's becoming a young woman.  Oh, sure, you SAY that you
know she's growing up, but somehow, deep inside, you still think
of her as your child.  It's like you are in the dark until,
suddenly, and apparently with no warning whatsoever, the lights
come on.  That's when, deep inside, what you are thinking changes
to what you've been saying."

     She nodded, afraid to speak, because she thought her lights
were coming on, too, and she thought her voice might break.  But
then he smiled at her again and made her feel warm all through
her body.

     "Another lesson Grandpa King tried to get through my thick
head.  Maybe you'll be smart enough to understand it before it
happens, since you're now the brains of the family."

     She felt her head lowering.  She couldn't stop it, but she
did keep her eyes on his.  She put her hand on his leg and rubbed
gently, a demonstration of her love for him -- like a substitute
for a kiss.

     "I'm selfish," he said.  "I don't want to give up my little
girl, yet I also want to do my part to make you the best adult
woman you can possibly be."

     "Like I felt when Dragon changed from a funny, clumsy puppy
into a grownup dog?"

     "Yes!  Exactly.  But, honey, I promise you something:  even
when you are a hundred years old and I'm older than dirt,
somewhere deep inside me, under whatever casts I'll be wearing
then, a part of you is still going to be my little girl, so don't
get mad at me when I act that way, because I've already warned
you."

     "I won't get mad.  I love you, Daddy," she said, wanting to
throw her arms around him and never let go.

     He apparently felt the same way.  "Can I have a hug?"

                               ---

     The sun on the snow had been almost blinding when she had
stretched along her father's body and wrapped her arms about him. 
Now it was almost dark.  They'd fallen asleep, and now she needed
to go pee as badly as her father had needed it when he last
awoke.  She didn't want to give up her warm perch on top of him,
but she sure as heck didn't want to get his bed wet, either.

     She carefully crawled off him.  Her back hurt just a little
from having slept at an angle, but she didn't care.  She had
snuggled and held her father, who she loved with all her heart,
for almost two hours, and that was worth every twinge she felt.

     She lowered herself onto the toilet seat and looked at the
mass of black hair and red tongue that had taken his usual guard
position in the doorway.  "Dragon," she said, "do you ever think
you'd be happier as a puppy again?"

     He cocked his head and lashed his tail about.

     "That's what I thought."

     She flushed and then washed her pussy really good with warm
water and soap, rinsing carefully so that her father wouldn't
taste soap if he wanted to eat her again.  She hoped so.  And she
had something else she wanted to try before Nurse Carter
returned.



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