Me Too...
It was typical, I stayed with mom during the week and dad weekends. When at dads I was able to loosen up. Over the next few years it got more of a room mate kind of a relationship with dad. He would usually walk around the house in boxers. I would wear panties and a t-shirt. We rarely closed a bedroom or bathroom door. We saw each other nude frequently. It was nothing for me to be at the sink brushing my teeth while dad was in the shower next to me.
At that time I had what I would call my cheerleader body. Dad was still in good shape and may add quite blessed downstairs. It wasn't anything pervy or dirty, we just got so comfortable with each other over time that it just happened. I admit I kind of started it. I remember the morning it happened, I was 15. I walked into the bathroom as dad was getting out of the shower and drying off. He was behind me as I did my makeup in the mirror. I was checking him out in the mirror when suddenly without thinking I blurted out "how big is that thing anyway?" I could tell I embarrassed him. He tried to recover and said "I have never measured". As he walked out of the bathroom I said "maybe we should check".
That day and evening we had this kind of tension between us. About midnight I was laying in bed wide awake. I got up and stripped off my panties. I walked into dad's room naked and crawled into his bed. I could tell he wasn't asleep either. Not saying a word we just kind of started kissing and things went from there. The sex was great. We continued a sexual relationship until I was in my early 20's. After college I took a job in another state and we stopped. He remarried and is happy to date. Me too and have no regrets...
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