...your father walks in on you in the bathroom

You wake up well rested, to birds chirping outside, with an urgent need to pee. Jumping out of bed, the weight on your chest reminds you of your predicament. You should probably put some clothes on. But... the bathroom's just across the hall. If you just run across, you're probably safe. And dad is bound to end up seeing me naked some day, anyway, you tell yourself. Images from the nights dream hit you. No, not like that. Like, you're going to live under the same roof for five years, at least.

You peek out the door. The route is clear, and you sprint over to the bathroom, throwing the door open. Running over to the toilet, you peel your panties down and sit down. You give a relieved sigh as your empty your bladder.

After drying yourself, you figure you should probably take a quick shower. You quickly discover, as the warm water hits you, how sensitive your new skin is. In a good way. The water feels really good, and it's stimulating your puffy nipples. _How would it feel down below, _you wonder, as you take the showerhead and direct the stream towards your pussy. You yelp as the stream hits you, and lean against the wall, eyes closed. Your thoughts go back to yesterday. To the spanking. To the dream. Soon, you feel a pressure building, and then you come, your knees weakening.

You're just about to step out of the shower when the door opens, and your father walks in. "Good morning, Zoe," he says. "Look, I'm a bit strapped for time, so if you could please finish up in there and go make me breakfast, that would be great." You can hear him peeing, and as you peek out, you realize he's naked. And he's got a nice ass. The thought comes from nowhere, your mind still quite foggy with arousal. "Dad, I'm naked in here."

"I wouldn't expect you to shower with clothes," he replies. "And it's not as if I haven't seen you naked before."

He's correct, there. "But not as a girl."

"I don't have time for this. Look, if you don't come out I'm going to give you another spanking, right here and now."

No. Definitely no. You're both naked. So you do as you're told. As you step out from behind the curtain, you can feel him eyeing you over. Your eyes, however, end up fixated on his crotch, mouth agape. You don't know why, but you just can't draw your eyes away from it. And you can see it growing.

"What?" he says. "Look, you're a very pretty young lady now, and you know how this thing works. It's perfectly natural for it to react to someone as good-looking as you. Now get a move on. Breakfast."

He steps past you, into the shower. You grab a towel and quickly get out of there, deciding to dry off in your room instead.

Well, that was weird, you say to yourself. But as you get dressed, you can't seem to get your mind off your naked father. And not in a "it's burned into your retinas" way, no, your thoughts go to how handsome he looked, and to questions of how his cock looks fully erect.