"Hey, dad? Can I talk to you in the garage?"

Your father looks up from his news page, raising an eyebrow at your proposition.

"Uh, sure? But we can talk here, can't we?

"Too loud."

Your dad shrugs at your comment, getting up from his seat as you follow behind. It's titillating as well as nerve-wracking, and while you may know what's about to happen, you're unsure if you have the balls to do it. You round the corner by the stairs and enter the garage, shutting the door to muffle the cacophony of shouting and laughter.

"What did you want to talk to me abou-"

You plant your lips on your father's, letting slip your tongue down his throat while his stubble pokes your chin. You quickly pull off to get a feel of what he's thinking, and he stands dumbfounded by what just occurred.

"Why- what..."

He gapes at your unsolicited advances, but does nothing more. He stammers on random syllables trying to comprehend the family dynamic you've just shattered.