there was still an ever-present feeling of guilt that hung over his head like a sword.
Now Alice had gone off for a month to an expensive hideaway resort where they guaranteed to remake her into her old self and take ten years off. The trouble was, even if she came back looking thirty as they promised, he wasn't sure he wanted her. What had been there was gone, and he was certain she felt the same way.
“Oh, fuck it!” he muttered, sitting up and stabbing out his butt in the ash tray. “I'll just buy whatever happens and forget it.”
He went into the bathroom, took a long hot and quick cold shower, then shaved methodically and brushed his gleaming teeth. In the bedroom he put on a jock strap, his preference over any other type of underwear, then picked up his cigarettes and headed for the kitchen and a long cool drink. He needed to relax and sort things out.
Part way into the living room, lost in thought, he spied his oldest daughter laying on the sectional couch that filled one corner. Her purse was on its side on the floor, she was rubbing her stomach, and her attractive face was deathly white. She was grimacing with pain when he walked over to her, forgetting in his concern that he was nearly nude.
“What's the matter, Jo? Don't you feel well?”
Her lashes parted slowly and he could see the anguish in the blue depths of her eyes. She whimpered as she pointed to her flat abdomen, then clenched her teeth when she drew her knees up.
“It's my tummy, Daddy. It really hurts. It got so bad I had to come home. Ooohhh, Jeez!”
Tossing his cigarettes on a table, he sat down beside her and brushed back her tawny blonde hair, looking at her anxiously. She was tall for fourteen, and exceptionally developed, a fact that he had been noticing more and more lately. Her bra-covered breasts were huge mountains under the sheer white blouse, and the short beige skirt had slid to her hips when she pulled up her legs.
“Where does it hurt the most, kitten?” he asked, appendicitis the first cause coming to mind.
“All over,” she groaned, indicating with her fingers the area from her ribs to her pelvis.
“Better let me have a look. How do we get this skirt off?”
“Here.” The girl gingerly undid a button and slid a side zipper down, then raised her hips to let him pull it off.
Dan carefully eased the garment off her legs and draped it over the back of the couch. Even in his state of worry he couldn't help letting his gaze rest for a second on the dark shadow of hair under her scanty bikini briefs and the blonde tufts that curled out from under the elastic in her crotch.
He touched the right side of her belly and applied gentle pressure. “Is it worse there?”
Jo shook her head. “Huh uh.”
Slightly relieved, he began prodding her flat muscled stomach from side to side, lifting her blouse to reach her rib cage. “I want you to tell me where it hurts the most, baby.”
She winced each time he touched her, then gulped and finally said, “Everywhere, Daddy! Jeepers! I'm sore all over there!”
“I'd better call the doctor. He might want me to bring you in for an examination.” Crossing to the desk on the far side of the room, he picked up the phone and dialed the family physician, an old man of eighty who had taken care of him when he was young. After a few minutes he was put through.
“Doctor Schiller? Dan Cabot. I've got a problem with Jo Ann.”
When he explained the symptoms, Schiller asked about the girl's periods. Dan got the information from Jo that it wasn't time, and passed it on to the doctor. After a brief pause, the M.D. asked about her bowels.
“Just a minute.” Dan turned back to his daughter. “Baby, have you been having regular b.m.'s?”
“No. Not for, uhh, at least three days, I think.”
When he relayed her answer, Schiller told Dan to give her an enema right away, and if she wasn't better in a few hours, to bring her in to the office. Dan thanked him, hung up, then went back to the couch.
“He thinks it's your bowels, Jo. I'm going to have to give you an enema. Can you make it to the bathroom?”
She looked up at him with a mixture of agony and shame. She had eyed his naked behind and the bulging pouch containing his genitals furtively while he was on the phone, and was embarrassed to have him parade in front of her like that.
“Do you have to do it? Couldn't we wait till Peggy gets home?”
Unaware of the distress he was causing her, he shook his head firmly. “The doctor said right away. Do you want me to help you?”
“No, I can make it.” She swung her feet to the floor and sat up, uneasy about both the flushing out and having her father see her bare bottom. It wasn't that she was overly modest with her own family, but rather that none of them had ever openly exposed themselves to each other before.
Dan gave her a hand up, then trailed her into the hall, his hands extended in case she might become faint. His eyes dropped to the saucy rounded buns beneath her skimpy panties that didn't quite cover the deep cleft of her ass, and was surprised to feel a glowing warmth igniting in his loins. Casting aside the flash of carnal thoughts, he went with her into the bathroom and searched in the cupboard under the sink for the enema utensils.
“Take off your panties, kitten,” he said as he pulled out the rubber bag, hose and nozzle. “Better get out of that blouse, too. This might be a bit messy.”
Jo was nervous as she peeled off her blouse and bikinis while her father filled the bag with luke warm water, but the pain in her intestines was increasing, and she was willing to do anything for relief. She laid her things on the vanity, then watched her dad screw the hose in and hang the red rubber pouch on top of the shower door. When he turned to her, she saw his eyes widen as he scanned her body from head to toe.
Dan expelled a long breath, taken aback by his daughter's nearly bare figure. Her immense tits were literally stuffed into a thin lacy bra. The mature mounds threatened to overflow their cups, and her pink nipples showed darkly through the gauzy covering.
The contours of her lithe form were more womanlike than girl, and from her shoulders down she could have been twenty. Her curvy hips and slender tapered legs had lost all baby fat, and were firm and smooth.
Downy angel hair formed a vee over her flat pelvis and curled tantalizingly down into her crotch. The pouting lips of her cunt were closed, but he could still see an enticing bit of the bright pink slit between them.
“Ready?” he asked huskily, trying to keep his hands from shaking. When she nodded silently, he said, “Okay, turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the edge of the tub.”
Jo complied reluctantly, sensing something in the air between her and her father that had never been there before. Her mother had given her an enema before, and knowing what to do she spread her feet apart and waited for the ugly penetration of the nozzle.
“This won't hurt, honey,” Dan said, scarcely recognizing his own voice as he leaned over and pried her ass cheeks apart with one hand. The sight of the deep crease, the puckered anus, and the wisps of fluff that fringed her cuntal opening made his prick leap in its cotton sack. A lascivious urge gripped him suddenly, making his chest tighten and his heart pound. He was unable to stop the reaction in his organ, and it swelled immediately to an erection.
“Is something wrong, Daddy?” Jo asked meekly, unable to see him and wondering why he hadn't pushed the awful thing into her.
“Nothing's the matter, kitten. Relax, now, and hold on.”
Placing the tip of the black nozzle against her rectal opening, Dan tenderly punched it through her sphincter, then gently eased it into her colon, feeling his way cautiously. Her puckered hole sucked inward as he wormed the hard plastic up her rectum.
“Oh, gosh, Dad,” she whined. “That's far enough, isn't it? Please don't hurt me. Ooohhh. Uuuhhh. Isn't that all of it?”
It had been a long time since her mother had given her her one and only enema, and she'd forgotten what it felt like. While it wasn't painful, it gave her a strange sensation that she wasn't used to, and it frightened her. Not only could she feel the hard thing in her intestines, but also in that private area where she peed and menstruated, and in what her mother told her to call her “boobies”.
“It's all the way in, hon,” Dan said soothingly, aware that his throbbing hard-on had stretched the elastic in his jock strap to the limit. “Now I'm going to let the water go.”
He released the clamp on the hose, hearing and feeling the gravity-forced water rush through tube and into
