How It Happened - The Beginning

How It Happened : CHAPTER 1 : The Beginning

Note : This story is completely fictional!

My father had always been a very humble man. He worked 50 hours a week at the local Toyota factory when I was a child. We didn’t have much but he was very proud of what we did have. He was 32 when I was born. My brother was already 12 years old. I was a ‘pleasant’ surprise, mom and dad had always told me. When I was 6 years old my life would change forever. Twenty years later it would change again. I remember that day very well for it having been so long ago. I remember the look on my Principals face when he pulled me out of class. He told me a neighbor was going to take me to see my Dad at the hospital. I kept asking him to tell me what was wrong with my father, but he refused to say anything.

The drive there was long, quiet, and very awkward. My neighbor seemed grim. I think he said only three words the whole car ride there. When we walked into the hospital I found my father perfectly fine sitting in a private waiting room. I had never seen a look like that on his face before. He took me in his arms and held me tight, and wasted no time in mustering his strength to spit out “I’m sorry princess but your mother and brother are both dead.” Everything else that happened that night is just a blur. Earlier that day there had been a terrible car accident. Both my brother and mother had died instantly.

My father did his best to raise me. Growing up he always told me I looked exactly like my mother. We grew very close and when I finally had to leave for college it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. He was fifty two years old and all alone now. Dad was strong, though. He held back his tears, because he didn’t want me to feel bad. He told me to make sure to call him from time to time. Now I am 26 years old and working on my bachelor’s degree in nursing. My father has adjusted to living by himself and seems happy, most of the time. I’ve been dating off and on for several years, but am just not ready to settle down until I finish my degree. I can’t wait to have children someday but I want to have a good job first.

I was at the grocery store picking up some things to cook for dinner at my apartment when I got the call. I answered my cell phone in the corner of the organic foods section and spoke quietly to be polite. The hospital informed me that my father had been in a very serious ski accident, but he was going to be ok. He had broken both of his arms and they would be in plaster casts for eight weeks. During that time he was going to need someone at home to take care of him. I told them I would be right there.

As I drove to the hospital I tried to fight back the guilt. I was supposed to have joined my father on that ski trip but I had finals coming up before winter break and told him I wanted to stay behind this year and study. I felt horrible telling him no because we always went with a married couple that had been my mom and dad’s best friends in college. They would rent two cottages and ski for the weekend. I felt bad making my father spend the weekend in his cottage alone, but I knew it was for the best. Now I wondered if there would have been anything I could have done to help him.

My father stayed at the hospital the first few days which was good because it gave me time to finish my finals. On the first day of winter break I packed my bags, picked him up and moved back home for the next two months. The time had come to return the favor and take care of my father for a change.

The first couple of nights went fairly easily. I cooked him dinner and helped set him up to watch TV. We sat and visited for hours. My father might have been in pain, but I could tell he was in heaven to have someone to talk to. By the end of the third night he seemed to be acting rather awkward. I kept asking him to tell me what was wrong but all he would say was “nothing at all dear.” Later that night the truth finally came out. He looked at me right before bedtime and struggled to get the words out. I could tell he was embarrassed. Finally he managed to look slightly to the side of me and tell me that he would really like to get cleaned up and that he needed a bath. At first the awkwardness of this didn’t even register to me and I laughed at him and told him not to be so silly. I told him he should just relax and I would get everything ready. I went to my room and changed into a pair of old grey sweatpants with a pink cotton tank top in case I got wet. Then I went in the bathroom and ran a nice warm bath. I searched his towel closet high and low but couldn’t find any bubbles. Then it occurred to me that him being alone in this house now for 6 years that he probably never even took baths. I laughed a little at my silliness then walked out to the living room to help my dad into the bathroom.

When we got in there I slowly helped my father get undressed to his boxers and then realized he was blushing bright red. He stood there looking so ridiculous with his arms casted out to his side and his face flushed like a little boy. I smirked at him and tried to be as calming as possible. “Trust me Dad, I’ve seen one before. It’s ok, just relax. We are just going to get you clean and then off to bed.” He chuckled but didn’t say anything, standing there helpless. I bent down and gently lifted the elastic out on his boxer shorts and shimmied them down to his ankles. It felt incredibly awkward, and I had to force my eyes not to glance down. I wasn’t aroused at all. It was more like driving by a car wreck and trying not to look. I helped support him by holding on his back as he stepped up into the warm bath and sat down, his big bulky white plaster arms resting on the sides of the tub. He seemed so helpless and appeared to be in so much pain. I felt so sorry for him. His body smelled musky and had a bad odor. He had probably been uncomfortable for some time. I soaped up a washcloth and began gently washing his back and chest and armpits. He closed his eyes. I could tell he was still feeling terribly shy. “Thank you for doing this sweetie,” he whispered as I lathered up his lower back. I moved around to the front and he leaned back, as if trying to get his face further away from me. I rubbed the soft wet wash cloth across his belly and upper thighs and then when I looked up for a minute, I felt a brush across my arm near my elbow.

I looked down instinctively to see what it was and saw my father’s huge throbbing erection sticking straight up in the air. I gasped in surprise and shock, shrieking “OH MY!” As soon as I had spoken, I realized what I had done and how embarrassed my father must feel. “Daddy, I’m sorry! It is ok I understand. Just relax I promise I’m not mad. I’m sure it’s just a natural reaction to physical stimulation.” After I said that I felt completely retarded. He laid back in the tub with his eyes closed and his face clenched stressfully. I tried to carefully soap his inner thighs and testicles as gently as I could while leaning and moving my body around to avoid my arms making contact with the huge erection poking up out of the water. I thought about how my father must have felt, and then somehow my brain kept wandering to him being at home alone in this house for several years. I thought of him being without my mothers company for so long. I kept noticing motion out of the corner of my eye and glancing over even though I was trying not to look. It was throbbing. My father’s eyes were still clenched closed as I washed his knees. Somehow I found myself feeling overwhelmed with pity for my father, all his pain, all his loneliness.

He had done so much for me in my life. I wanted so bad to take all his pain away. The thought of my dad being all by himself every day, while I was out living the college life made me feel so ungrateful and selfish. The next thing I know I felt a crazy surge in my chest and I found myself squinting my eyes, closing them in my mind. It was as if I couldn’t see what was happening then it didn’t happen. I reached over with my right hand and wrapped the wash cloth around his hard cock. As soon as I touched it and started rubbing the soap up and down it, my father let out a loud groan. “Ahhhh.” He bucked his hips slightly but kept his eyes closed and didn’t say a word. I continued to touch him under the façade that I was washing it. He didn’t say much but took a couple of deep whispered breaths, and very gently bucked his hips once or twice. I found myself liking the feeling that I could make him happy. I wanted to do more to make him feel good. Since he hadn’t opened his eyes, or bothered to protest I decided to drop the washcloth, and gently let my soft wet soapy hand slide smoothly up and down the length of his hard cock. As soon as the skin in the palm of my hand was touching his cock he let out another loud grunt like a bear and just set back, his hips tensed up. I looked up at his face and back down at his hard cock and giggled, an innocent giggle, and gave it a squeeze then started jerking it off really fast. By now I had completely forgotten about how taboo this whole situation was.

I was completely in the heat of the moment, stroking him and smiling watching his hips gyrate in response to my soft touch, my hand started moving as fast as it could, splashing the water a little bit. Within under a minute my dad yelled out “Ahhhhhh” and without any other warning shot a huge stream of cum several feet in the air. It landed on my bangs and dangled as the next stream launched almost as high and landed in the bathwater. “Ahhhhhh Ahhhh” he screamed as his hips bucked splashing bathwater over the side of the tub and onto my lap. Two more streams shot out back to back both landing across my arm. I giggled and smiled happily, watching him cum like it had been two decades since he had the attention of a woman. He looked so happy and I could tell for at least that one moment he didn’t feel any pain or any loneliness. He came more than I had ever seen any man cum before, and it shot out with such force. When he was finally finished I had it on my hair and forehead, all over my right arm, and my lap was drenched with bathwater.

He laid back in the tub panting frantically and just laid there with his eyes shut and didn’t say a word. I took a deep breath and leaned back out of the tub. I took the bath towel and wiped the cum out of my hair and off my arm and forehead. My dad stayed perfectly still with a sad troubled look on his face. My sweatpants were drenched and having a hard time staying up on my waist from the added weight of the water. I carefully helped my father out of the tub without saying anything. He opened his eyes but made sure they never came in contact with mine. We carefully walked to his bedroom and I put a pair of his pajamas on him in uncomfortable silence, and then politely excused myself for a shower. When I came out of the shower he was fast asleep and I began a long awkward mostly sleepless night.