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Chapter 15 by amon_Baal amon_Baal

What did I Think Of?

Be bold and walk in on Dad.

I waited only a few moments before pouring the last of the bottle into some glasses. My parents bathroom was down the hallway from their bedroom and not in direct line of sight so I knew this was a viable option though very risky.

I walked down the hallway with two more very full glasses of wine and quietly opened the door to the bathroom. Inside the room was full of steam with the shower still running, I put the wine on the counter and watched my father in the shower behind the curtain of steam. He wasn’t hard but I could still see, even through the condensation the size of his cock.

As the water turned off I grabbed one of the towels and stepped up to the shower and flicked the towel over the top of the glass recess so it hung from the divider. He grabbed it saying “Thanks honey.” as he dried his head.

“No problem Dad.” I told him, but I don’t think he heard because he stepped out of the shower while still towing his head. Water dripped off his body running down the surprisingly fit lines of my father. I stood there for a moment looking on in astonishment my jaw agape.

After a moment he looked up and saw me, the colour drained out of his face as he looked at me and then down at his naked body. “Kimberly.” He said as he moved his hands to his crotch, “What are you doing in the bathroom?”

I pointed at the glasses of wine, “I brought you a glass of wine and the water was turning off so I handed you a towel.”

“Why didn’t you say it was you? I thought it was your mother.” He explained still covering his crotch with the towel, but now there a distinct lump in the draped material.

“I said no problem Dad. I thought that let you know, I was just about to tell you I will meet you in the den when you stepped out of the shower.”

He wrapped the towel around him, “Well I will meet you in the shower.” He said then realised he had misspoken, “Bed. Um, Den.” His cock had hardened further and I couldn’t help but stare at his bulge.

I cleared my throat after a moment, “I will let you get dressed.” I said grabbing my wine and leaving the room quickly.

It was a long wait for my father in the den.

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