His Daughter Naught

"Since I realized it's better to use that than the pads you first introduced to me. They move around my underwear and is prone to leakage. Tampons are better and convenient. I almost forget they're there."

"Almost forget?" I repeat in a frown. "You're actually putting this inside of you. How the hell can't you feel it being there?"

I think I feel a vein pulsing in my temple at the sick thought I have in my mind. Does this mean Heather isn't a virgin anymore? Because she's able to put something inside her. Wait, I don't really know if tampons can breach hymen. How long is it, anyway?

"I can't believe we're actually arguing over a tampon, dad." Heather snaps, sitting there in the brink of her temper once again.

I sigh and calm myself. "Sorry." I brush my hand over my mouth and Heather looks away. "Do you want to wash first?"

"Yes." She meekly says before I start moving.

I've seen her naked and all. I wash her body every day, take care of her when she defecates and urinates. Now's our first time that she has her period. We have no choice about it. I just have to command my mind to be objective and do the task on autopilot.

I slowly pull Heather's clothes from her body and gently put her in the tub. Almost all of her things are now transferred in my bedroom and bathroom for easier access. And I actually enjoy watching our toothbrushes sitting next together, our soap, our deodorants, and everything.

It's just like old times when we're still living in our tiny apartment and we share just so little space together but we were happy. The tinier the space, the warmer we feel as we brush our bodies together especially during winter. But now, it's repeated and I'm loving the temporary closeness we have even though Heather doesn't talk to me that much.

Wringing the towel of warm water, I gently wipe it over Heather's face and neck. Dumping it in the warm water again, I wipe her breasts next, trying to ignore her hitching breaths and pebbled nipples and my own goddamn dick. I wash her body, omitting the ones with casts and splints.

When I reach between her thighs, Heather always turns her head away. I don't use the towel in that part of her. I read women's genital part is a lot more sensitive than any other part of their body. So I treat it with more care and love.

I scoop water from the tub with already soap in it and gently pour it between her thighs while Heather squats with my arm around her to support her weight. I then softly wash her intimate part with my finger and softly nudge her pussy lips apart so I can wash her inside folds.

I watch her closely as I do this and she always pants each time I wash her there as if I'm fingering her rather than washing her. Heather's grip on my shoulder tightens as I go past the dusting hair of her mons down her clit. There's no way around it but to touch the bundle of nerves. I have to wash her thoroughly especially during this time where she has her period.

Her pussy starts leaking. I know it's not water from the tub because it's stickier and warmer, too. I continue washing her pussy while watching her face. If Heather notices I'm paying longer time on that area, she doesn't say anything about it. She just takes it, letting me touch and fondle her.

I graze her clit again and Heather jumps, her thigh is shaking from getting the pressure of her entire weight. I adjust my hold around her so I take all her weight from her one good leg and continue washing her. I think I'm actually kind of fingering her right now. Although I'm not penetrating deep enough to call it fucking.

I flick her clit over and over with my middle finger while maintaining the gentle caress of her entire pussy. Heather starts humping on my hand, her hips move in a rotating motion. She moans, eyes close as her head lolls over her shoulders with her lower lip trap between her teeth.

She's so fucking beautiful. I watch her intently as my finger continues stroking her clit. Heather whimpers before her body starts shaking. Her little tummy tightens as she releases tiny orgasmic shocks. I pat her clit with the tip of my fingers to ease her back down from her high.

I rinse Heather afterwards. We're both silent. I don't know if what I did just makes our situation even worse or makes my sentence shorter because I made her come. I let Heather sit on the edge of the tub while I open the tampon and frown at it, finding it really repulsive.

"Help me with this, sweetheart." I finally break the silence. "I don't know how to put this on you." I reach between Heather's pussy and slip the tampon horizontally.

"You're doing it wrong." Heather says and pushes my hand away. "You put in and up."

I swallow and curse. I know that because I've read the back packaging years ago. It's like putting a dick into a cunt. In and up. I breathe out heavily and adjust the tampon in my hand before guiding it back to Heather.

Heather lowers her hips and spreads her thighs wide when I slowly put the tampon inside her. In and up just as she says. When I can't see the tampon anymore, I finally release my breath. Heather looks down to inspect my work and winces.

"Dad, you forgot the string! The string supposed to stick out so it's easy to get it from me."

"The string?" I repeat dumbly and gently take the damn thing again, ignoring Heather's hiss as I do it.

Throwing it away, I take another fresh tampon, making sure to keep the string out before sticking it inside Heather once again. I dressed her up afterwards, comb her hair and tuck her in bed. I enter the bathroom and take my own shower, rubbing one out to ease my fucking heart.