A Good Time for You

My dad came to live with me after his divorce. As I grew up and was able to form proper opinions and feelings towards people, I decided I didn't like my step mum. I kept away from her as much as possible. I stayed at friends' houses as often as I could or just stayed in my room if she was at home. Our relationship was always strong.

I began work at 16 and quickly worked my way up the ladder. At 19, I wanted to move out, but felt bad that it would mean leaving dad alone with her. Three years later, dad called to my flat, knowing something was wrong. He had just decided to divorce his wife, and he asked if he could come live with me.

As soon as I heard about the divorce, I knew something was wrong. Dad and his wife had decided to break up. So he came over and made himself at home. As soon as I talked to my dad, I told him that I needed some time alone for myself. He suggested that he take care of me instead.

I spent most of my weekend in bed, getting ready for my date. My date cancelled on me. This was my first date in a while. I went through the motions and told dad all about it. Dad did what dad's do and tried to make me feel better. He asked if it was okay for him to take care of me instead.

After the night, we spent curled up together on the sofa. As he loosened his grip around my thigh, I noticed that his hand had rubbed backwards and forwards over my stocking top. This wasn't normal behavior, so I left him alone.

We went home watching TV and snuggling close to each other. Dad out his arm and pulled me into his chest. He said it was okay if he took care of me since we were in this situation.

As we watched the rest of the night, I became aware that Dad's hand had rubbed my thigh more than once. His hand moved further up my thigh, so he used to rub my thigh. I felt a strange sensation in my thighs and realized it was the pressure of his hand.

Dad looked at me and apologized. He said he didn't mean to touch you like that, and I told him it's fine. If it makes dad happy, then keep doing it. I thanked him for taking care of me during that night.

The following weekend, Dad asked if he could come live with me again. As soon as we talked about it, the relationship between us became stronger. We were still growing apart, but our bond had become more than just a relationship - it was now something special.

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