An awkward home presence...

That morning, with a kink in your neck, you blinked a few times as the aroma of sausage and eggs waffled through the living room. It took you a few moments of blinking to realize that there was someone else in your house and, for the briefest of moments, you felt a wave of excitement go through you. "Dad?!" you called out.

There was a sudden ceasing of movement in the kitchen and as you turned your head, you spotted a young woman standing there in the doorway, wearing a pink apron over a pair of pajama pants and an oversized shirt. It took you a few more moments to realize that you were looking at your dad, that was true, and the memory of what happened to him came back and with a vengeance. "Oh..sorry..."

She shook her head and then, with a blushing face, turned quickly and ducked back in the kitchen. "Sorry, getting things almost ready for you. Give me a few minutes, okay?"

You were about to ask what was going on when you looked down at the blanket where she had been looking and you noticed two things. During the night, you had kicked the blanket away. You had gotten in the habit of wearing only briefs due to the hassle of having to remove your pants over the cast on your leg and thus she had ample view of you. And the woody you had, of course made larger by the presence of a girl in your midst. The fact that it was actually your father? Immaterial, really. A need to FAP did not lessen when issues of the mind came to be.

"Shit..." you muttered, trying to adjust yourself the best you could before she came back to the table and placed the plates down. She had placed your setting right where you usually sat but instead of placing hers at the foot of the table, where she always had done as your dad, you noticed that Deborah had placed her plate right next to you. "Um..."

"Thought I'd try something else, Tim. Can you make it to the table?"

You thought about trying to be brave, to be independent, but as you tried to steady your one good leg out, you decided that discretion was the better part of valor and you smiled. "Care to help a gimp to the table?"

She laughed at your eyebrow wiggle and as she came over, you couldn't help but notice how she walked, her mannerisms, everything about her made you feel more than a bit self-conscious, especially when it came to the fact you were still pretty hard at the moment and the sigh of her breasts did not help. "Here you go," she reached down and helped you stand up, placing her hand gingerly on your side and the two of you clumsy as it was, managed to make it to the table. She sat you down gently onto your chair and then settled in right next to you.

"This is good," you complimented, digging into the breakfast plate she had put in front of you. She watched you eat, her eyes keeping a watch over your arm, your leg, your ribs, and as you took your time, you turned and glanced at her. "You going to eat?"

"Perhaps in a bit," she responded and then quickly got up to excuse herself to the bathroom. You tilted your head and watched her close the door behind her. "Weird..."