Danny Hebert

I looked at the spreadsheet with a feeling of doom welling within. The Dockworkers Association had lost another customer. Two more people would be out of jobs, or four more moved to part-time hours, even with the Union backing them. Assuming things went well, and this didn't lead to even more job losses.

My desk phone rang, providing a seemingly welcome distraction from the grim financial reality of Brockton Bay's blue-collar world.

"Dockworker's Association, Danny Hebert speaking"

"Sir, this is Lieutenant Michaels with the BBPD."

My mind raced. I hope it wasn't ****. God knows we can't lose more people right now.

"I'm sorry to report that your daughter is at Brockton Bay General"

What. No. NOOO. My grip tightened on the antiquated phone, making it creak alarmingly.

"Is she alright!? What happened?!?!", I said, struggling not to completely blow up on the (presumably) innocent officer.

"We're still investigating that, sir. She was exposed to a biological hazard at Winslow and she also had to have emergency surgery. She's stable and BB General managed to get her on Panacea's schedule though, so she should make a full recovery."

"I'm heading down there immediately," I snapped at the Lieutenant.

I got the room number from reception and immediately headed up, opening the hospital room door without hesitation.

I saw Taylor, asleep. My baby girl was alright. She was OK. She was alive.

She was... naked and sleeping next to another naked woman!!

I saw red. If they had even touched her, I would make them regret the day that I was born.

The fact the hospital had let this... Whatever this was, happen, meant we had to go. No time for finesse here. I picked Taylor up and out of the hospital bed in a bridal carry.

"Dad?" She said, still drowsy.

Spotting the furious look on my face, she immediately woke up fully.

"Dad! I can explain thi-"

I interrupted her.

"Honey, if anyone touched you, I'll make them pay for every single thing they've done to-"

I started walking with her toward the door. She squirmed against me in a way I had to pointedly ignore.

"No Dad, wait! Here!"

Suddenly, she was holding her Sex License up before my eyes, and then everything clicked.

She had just ordered someone to have sex with her, perfectly legal with the license. I was about to drag her out of the hospital naked and in my arms, come hell or high water, and God help anyone who tried to stop me.

That was embarrassing. I was literally the stereotypical personification of the overbearing parent. Of course, if my daughter still wanted me to carry her naked out of the hospital if be happy to do that for her.

I set her down on the floor and she stayed standing, still naked.

"I am so sorry, kiddo. I had no idea that you had a License, and without it, it looked like..."

"I get it, Dad." Taylor hugged me, her breasts pushing against my shirt. Were they a bit bigger than before, I wondered idly. Her face had dried lubricant on it and her pussy was a gooey mess, I noticed neutrally.

The brown-haired woman in the hospital bed started to stir.

"Taylor?" She called out, looking over to me and my naked and clearly not so freshly fucked daughter.

As soon as she saw me, she gave an adorable eep of surprise and looked around for something to cover herself, and I turned around toward the door as best I could.

"Hey", Taylor said. "There's no need to be embarrassed about nudity or sex around each other. You should be enthusiastic and open about it."

Well, of course. That was obvious. I turned around again, admiring my daughter's bare shaved cunt and hips, and the well proportioned brownhead that she had been having sex with. My erection was ready in seconds.

"Dad, this is Panacea. Panacea, Dad"

So this was the world's greatest healer, I reflected as I shook her hand then politely fondled her tits and stuck a finger in her to see if she was wet. She returned the favor by grabbing my boner in a friendly manner.

"Good to meet you Mr. Hebert"

"Nice to meet you too Panacea", I said tasting her juices in my finger as I brought it up to my mouth.

Taylor saying there was no reason for the three of us to be embarrassed about nudity or sex certainly led to a much more relaxed time when meeting people.

I pulled my daughter to me in a hug.

"I'm just glad you're OK Taylor", I said pulling her into a hug and giving her ass a squeeze. The little minx breathed in sharply and I knew she was juicing up again for another round. I was going to enjoy taking her when we got home.

When was the last time? When was the last time I had even sexually touched my own daughter? Even after Anette died, I still should have done something to stay more connected with Taylor, and here I had been, not even fondling her on occasion. It was disgraceful. It needed to change.