Chickenpox

Her father continued to apply the lotion to her arms and shoulders. Miley cooed from the cool feeling of the lotion against her warm skin. His hands went to her waist and lifted the back of her shirt up so he could apply the calamine lotion to her back as well. As the cold lotion came into contact with her back, she arched it in.



"What's wrong?"



"Nothing, it's just cold." She replied to her father.



He continued to apply the lotion to her back, covering all the spots with the pink substance. He moved to the front of her and lifted her shirt up past her stomach on the front, stopping just at the bottom of her bra cups, applying the lotion to her belly as well. He tried his best to avoid looking at her visible panties now that he had pulled the shirt up. Once he had finished there, he poured more of the lotion onto the tissues in his hands and then began to spread the lotion on the rashes visible on the front and back of her left leg. Once he had finished there, he did the same to her right leg, covering all the spots with the Calamine Lotion. She liked the feeling of the cool lotion on her warm skin. Then he moved up her legs to her thighs, covering the itchy spots, before dabbing some of the lotion on a few spots on the sides of her hips. Again, he tried his best not to look at parts that he should not.



Her father returned to his feet and smiled at his daughter. "All done. You let that dry now before getting some rest okay?"



"Okay daddy"



He left. He had wanted to stay longer, but he knew that it was wrong, these thoughts that he was having about his own baby girl. He sat on the couch and went through the channels on the television, nothing. His thoughts continued to go back to his daughter, despite his attempts to shake them from his head. He thought about her face and her beautiful smile. Her hair and her well developing body. He knew it was wrong to be thinking this about his teenage daughter, but he couldn't help but notice that she was beginning to become a very beautiful girl.



Meanwhile Miley remained sitting on the corner of her bed in her room, letting the lotion dry onto her warm and itchy skin. She kept her shirt up with her hands, letting the air of the room get at her skin. She began to think about her friends, and all the fun they must be having at camp without her. She sighed. She couldn't wait for these spots to leave her. When the lotion had dried enough for her to lower her t-shirt again, she laid down on her bed and drifted of to sleep.





In her dream, she found herself alone with her father on the beach, lying on a blanket in the sand in a red bikini, bathing in the sun. Her father approached her.



"Your going to burn if you don't put on some sunscreen, let me."



He kneeled down next to her and squirted some sunscreen onto his hands, then began to apply it to her back. His hands trailed further down her back, covering it with the sunscreen. He moved up her back again, making sure to cover everything. Then he reached the tie of her bikini top from behind her.



"I need to undo this to get at your back completely, you don't mind do you?"



She shook her head, no, then laid it back onto her blanket. He untied the bow that kept her bikini top fastened around her top half and covered the area the material had covered with sunscreen. He then moved down her back and to her legs, applying the lotion to the backs of her legs and thighs. He reached her bikini bottoms, and slid them down over her ass, exposing her smooth behind to him. He covered each cheek with sunscreen, she moaned to herself. He gave them a fatherly pat, then pulled them back up again.



"Turn over bud, I need to get your stomach too"



Miley rolled over onto her back, adjusting her bikini top so that it still covered her breasts. He began at the top of her shoulders and around her neck with the sunscreen, bathing her in it. He moved down around her collar bone and to the top of her bikini top, he skipped over it to her stomach and applied lotion to her smooth belly as well, tickling her belly button with his fingers as he covered it with sunscreen. He moved down past her bikini bottoms to her legs, doing the top of her thighs with the sunscreen, then her knees and the bottom of her legs. Once done, he moved back up to her top half.



"I need to get these too, don't worry."



He moved her bikini top away, exposing her growing breasts to his eyes. He felt his shorts stiffen, but he concealed it by shifting his body. Slowly he gently lifted her left breast and applied sunscreen to the underside, then the top, then spiraling inwards but avoiding her nipple which had since stiffened. He moved to her right breast, performing the same action in covering them with the sunscreen, making his daughter moan and close her eyes.



His fingers reached inwards to her peaked nipples, then gently pinched them, she sighed lightly and arched her back towards him. He rolled them between his fingers, covering them in the sunscreen, tweaking them and making sure to cover the entirety of the little nubs.



Once done, he left her chest and moved to her bikini bottoms.



"I have to get this area too."



He slid them down her legs, and just as he moved in on her waist with his hands, she was awoken by her alarm clock. Miley groggily opened her eyes and reached over, turning off the alarm. She turned over onto her back and sighed. She had just dreamed about her dad caressing her body and breasts, what could this mean?