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I loaded up the washer, added the soap and had just turned it on and shut the lid when I heard her yell my name. “Daddy! Daddy!”
I ran into the bedroom, but she wasn’t in the bed. The bathroom light was on and I figured she must have fallen or hurt herself. But, when I walked in, she was doubled over, looking like she was about to up-chuck into the toilet. Too many wine coolers, I thought.
Having been in that same position many times before, I recognized the familiar spitting into the toilet and beads of sweat. Seeing that her hair was about to get into the toilet bowl, I knelt beside her and gathered her hair up into a pony tail and held it there as she started to get sick. Personally, I hate vomit. But, when it’s your own child and you know they are hurting, you set it all aside and do what you have to do.
When she stopped for a minute, I reached for some tissue and wiped her mouth while she drooled and spit into the toilet. She sat back and looked at me and started to say something, but I stopped her. “It’s okay, Baby, Daddy’s here.” I said.
“Stay right there for a minute.” I said. I knew I had a pony tail holder in one of the drawers in the bathroom a hold over from a lady friend who spent the night with me once. I turned on the tap to let the water run, threw a wash cloth in the sink and opened the drawer to find the pony tail holder. Sure enough, it was right there and I grabbed it. Turning the tap off at the sink, I hit my knees and gathered all her hair up and fixed it into a pony tail for her. She sat there with her eyes closed, holding onto the toilet and it looked like she was ready to get sick again.
“Is everything spinning?” I asked. She nodded. “Okay,” I said, “Just stay where you are. Have you ever drunk this much before?” She shook her head to say ‘NO’. “Well, this is one of the fringe benefits of alcohol,” I told her, “when you drink too much, you get to visit the porcelain throne. It’s the gift that keeps on giving, Crissy.” That at least made her smile a little.
As she sat there, I could see the outline of her tiny breasts against the undershirt. The nipples pointed prominently out and poked into the material. It hit me that she couldn’t have any panties on and I looked down to her legs. The way the shirt fell covered her up, but not by much. If the shirt rose up by 3 or 4 inches, I would be able to see her pussy.
Suddenly, she bent forward and started to get sick again. I held her shoulders, moving slightly to the side to help hold her up. Her arms were shaking and she was lurching forward into the mouth of the toilet, so I helped hold her up. In between heaves, as she bent over the toilet, I caught a peek at her breasts down the front of her shirt. The neck line fell away and I had a completely unobstructed view of her little puffies. They looked so young and fresh. They really were tiny little things, but, dainty and pointy. My cock was getting hard again, but, I sat there with her while she got sick, stealing peeks at her little titties when ever I could. I’m sure she didn’t think about the way she was exposed, but I did, and even though I felt bad about the fact that she had to go through this, I was getting the chance to see real live tits something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Plus, there was going to be an added bonus she had gotten sick on her shirt, meaning she would need to change it. Hopefully, she would let me change it leaving her completely naked right in front of me. That’s what I call a good bonus.
Soon, she started to get the dry heaves and I let her go for an instant to reach up and get the washcloth out of the sink. I squeezed it out and held her until she was done. As she sat back, I wiped her face with the cool washcloth. I wiped around her mouth and her neck, cooling her down as best as I could.
Her knees had shifted apart some and I could now see a hint of her brown pubic hair peeking out from under her short shirt. Just another inch and I would be looking at her mound. My cock was going to explode, soon, I was sure of it.
She sat still for a few minutes without getting sick and I asked her if she was better. She nodded ‘yes’ and I asked “Will you be okay for a second? You’re going to have to change your shirt that one’s a little yucky now. I just want to go get another, okay?”
She nodded again and I left her for a few moments. In my drawer, I took out a normal white undershirt with short sleeves, and, a sleeveless ribbed undershirt. The ribbed shirt is stretchy and shorter, but also thinner and lighter and has no sleeves.
Coming back into the bathroom, I held up both shirts and asked her “Kissy, this is the kind of shirt you have on now and this one is sleeveless and will be cooler, but, it’s a little bit shorter, too. Do you feel warm now?”
I reached down to feel her forehead and she was very clammy and her skin was moist. “Hmm,” I said, “I took some aspirin out for you earlier and then got distracted putting your shirts and jeans into the washer, let me go get them.” I laid the shirts on the counter and went into the kitchen to get the aspirin I left there and a very small glass of water. Returning to the bathroom I handed her the aspirin and told her to take them now so the next morning would be a bit more bearable. “Don’t drink too much of this water, Kissy,” I said, “or, you might get sick again. Just enough to get the aspirin down.”
While she took the aspirin, I threw two more washcloths into the sick and turned on the cold water. Turning to her I asked “Feeling okay, Baby? Better now?”
She was still sitting on the floor next to the toilet, but, her color was coming back and she opened her eyes. “The gift that keeps on giving? That sucks.” she said. I laughed and she smiled.
I ratted through the drawer in the bathroom and found a new toothbrush still in the wrapper and opened it. I put some toothpaste on the brush, got it wet and held it out to her. “Trust me,” I said, “you’ll hate yourself in the morning if you don’t brush your teeth after getting sick like that.”
She pulled herself out of her sitting position, and as she lifted, her legs spread and I had a completely open view of her pussy. For an instant, I could see her lips barely separate and the pinkness of her virgin pussy. Even though she had a full bush of hair, I was easily able to see the pink. I didn’t stare and I didn’t act like I saw it, either. I’m not sure if she knew she had exposed her pussy to me, or not.
I turned the water on for her and she started to brush her teeth. I pretended to be wringing out the washcloths next to her, but, looking in the mirror above the sink, I could see the outline of her breasts jiggling against the shirt she was wearing. As she moved the toothbrush, the little points seemed to move a tiny bit this way and that. Having seen them under her shirt and seeing the nipples on top of each of the little peaks, it was erotic as hell to watch.
When she was done brushing her teeth, I picked up both shirts and said “Come on, let’s get you changed and back to bed. Which shirt?” Looking at the shirts, she pointed to the sleeveless ribbed shirt. Inside my cock was jumping with joy but outside, I tried to handle this with poise and confidence. “Okay, arms up….. I need to put that one in the washer.”
She looked at me and lifted her eyebrows. “Come on, I’ve seen breasts before. Besides, I’m your Daddy. I used to change and bathe you, remember? I’ve seen it all already, you know.”
To my surprise, she raised her arms and as I reached for the hem of the t-shirt, my heart started to pound inside my chest, just like it did the first time I ever felt a girl’s boob. I quickly pulled the shirt over her head. As the shirt covered her face, I looked down at her pussy and her breasts, seeing them now very clearly. The areolas were very pink, just the same color as her nipples, and compared to the size of the breast itself, they looked huge. Once I pulled the shirt over her head, she lowered her arms, and I reached for the sleeveless shirt. I fumbled with the shirt as she stood naked next to me. She didn’t try to cover herself or move at all. I finally found the hem of the shirt, gathered it up, held it open and up for her. I couldn’t stop my eyes as they drifted to her cute little breasts and beyond down to her pussy. Forgetting myself, I took a good long look. When I looked back up, I met her stare. “I’m sorry,” I said, “Arms up.” Crissy held her arms up and I lifted the shirt over her head and slid the shirt down her arms and over her.
The shirt was tight on her and hugged her breasts. I could see the outline of her nipples just as if there was no shirt hiding them. The shirt only came down just past her waist, about to the top of her pubic patch. I reached over to the sink and took one of the washcloths and wiped her face down, all the time looking at her in the mirror. She never moved and never made an effort to cover her pussy.
When I had wiped her face down, I looked her in the eyes and apologized saying “Crissy, I’m sorry I was staring. I couldn’t help it. I can make all the excuses in the world but that won’t change the fact that I was peeking at you and I feel bad about it now. Can you forgive me?”
“Daddy,” she said, “I love you. I’m not mad…. Besides, you’re my Daddy. I’m going to be living here now, so, let’s just deal with it.” Then she hugged me. Standing there with my half naked daughter in my arms, I restrained myself from grabbing her tender butt or reaching for her petite breasts, but, the thought flew through my mind, anyway. Shaking myself into reality, I said, “Let’s get you to bed now.”
I turned to walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, but, she lingered in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. “Can you get my brush out of my purse for me?” She asked.
“Sure,” I answered from the bedroom, intentionally not going back in to look at her nakedness any more. Finding her purse, I pulled the hairbrush out of it and took it to her. Arriving back in the bathroom, she was bending over the sink, splashing water onto her face. Her bottom was stuck out and I knew that if I just moved behind her a little, I would be able to see her girlish pussy lips between her legs. I stood in the doorway and watched her, drinking in her beauty.