Get The Hell Out of There

Damn It.

You pick yourself up, holding the dildo, and grabbing the pump. "Dad I'll be out in a minute!" You call out. He doesn't respond.

Without bothering to wash yourself off, you step out of the bath, turn off the water, run a towel over yourself drying off only some of the water, then change into the clothes you wore as pajamas.

"Kid What are you doing?" Your dad calls.

"Nothing!" You yell as you tuck the slick dildo under your pant waist trying to conceal it, the pump goes in your baggy pockets. You do a double check in the mirror, turn off the light, then open the door.

You can't see your dad in the dark, but you can feel him simply standing there. "You Okay?" He asks the dark. "Uh-hu" Its the only way you can respond. Nothing else happens for a few moments, but your dad eventually pushes past you to use the bathroom.

Quietly you trek your room again to put away the toy. You remove the bottom drawer, and carefully place the slick dildo and pump, but that's when it hits you. 'FUCK' you say in a harsh whisper. You forgot the lube and rubber asshole in the bathroom.

You no longer care about carefully moving through the room. As fast as you can you run to the bathroom where your dad is still using it.

"Fuck." You say again.

Ashamed and with nothing else to do, you hide behind a closed door in your room.

About 15 minutes pass in your room. You’ve been on your phone at the time, just waiting to hear your dad open the door. You're anxiety quickly rises when you hear a soft ‘click’ I the hallway. You wait for a minute for your dad to leave on his daily chores, but he comes to your door instead.

He knocks softly. “Hey Kid? Good Morning.”

“Good Morning.” You say through the door.

“I uhh, have something thats yours.” He says softly.

You open your door for the voice in the dark hall. Your Dad is holding your bottle of lube, and he thrusts it into you, quickly giving it away.

“T-thanks…” you mutter.

“Kid?” He begins, “Can I talk to you about your…toys”