“Ok dad, I guess… I guess I’ll be ok. I’ll just take the long way around to the back entrance of the school for the first day. Good luck with your call.”
Not content to simply leave without accomplishing something devious, you notice a small puddle on the tile floor, and decide to go all in. You put your foot in the puddle, grab the shower curtain, and proceed to fall backwards. Sure enough, the curtain gradually tears away from the curtain rod, breaking your fall, though you still hit the ground flat and hard, knocking the wind out of you unexpectedly. Also unexpected is that the water from the shower had been held back by the curtain, meaning that now that you were on the ground, the water was spraying all over you, quickly soaking your tank top and sweat pants.
Finally unable to resist his fatherly instincts, your dad steps out of the shower naked and reaches down to pick you up off the floor.
“You ok honey? That looked like it hurt. Take a deep breath.” Your father says this, but you hear, “blah blah, blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah,” because as your stepdad bends over to pick you up your face comes just about as close as it’s ever been to a naked penis.
“I’m sorry, I just slipped and…” you manage to trail off without falling in to nonsense. Your focus is completely consumed by George’s junk. It is all you can see; hanging, half way between erect and flaccid. It’s got to be at least 8 inches half-erect, and almost two inches thick at the base. You almost reach out to touch it before you realize what you’re doing.
“That’s ok hon, stuff happens. You were upset and distracted, no big deal, you didn’t tear the curtain and the water will dry.” He then proceeds, apparently forgetting his nakedness for a moment, to give you a fatherly lecture about life’s trials and tribulations. Again, you lose focus, looking George over instead. You notice now that whereas you had always thought of George as being soft and pudgy, that was really wrong. He just had a really broad torso. You actually felt a little bit of pride. This was your father, not genetically, but still, and he was a good looking guy with an impressive… figure.
In the thirty second or so that your stepfather was talking, your soaked tank top, which was clinging to ever contour of your body, and your sweatpants, which had sunk about three inches on your hips because of the water weight, were now really cold. You began to shiver.
“I’m sorry Dani, you look like your freezing…” he said as he grabbed to towels. The first, wrapped around his waist, and the second he motioned to drape of your shoulders. However, as he did that, you stepped inside his reach and gave him a big hug reaching all the way around his chest. That started to warm you up, but after a few moments, you began to feel a slight pressure against your lower abdomen, which grew moment by moment.
“Ok, that’s enough now. Go ahead and change for school.” He said, as he rushed you out the door.
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