Hearing no response, he slowly cracked open the door to my bedroom. He just stared for a moment as he gazed on his daughter, me?because I was totally naked on my bed except for panties and I was not under the sheets. I was on my back and my legs were spread and my chest and what little I had for boobs were right there.
I pretended to be asleep.
From a crack in my eye, I saw my father take his large penis out of his pants and stroke it, a she looked at me?
After our run, we were lying on our blanket and my father said, “I'm glad that you are feeling better. You know how I hate to run alone. Any idea what happened yesterday?”
“Dunno,” I said. “Maybe the heat, maybe I had some 24 hour virus but I'm much better now.”
“Some of your girlfriends called to see how you were, so you need to call them back today,” said my Dad,” I think Helen wants you to go to LegoLand this week.”
“The LegoLand thing is our school picnic,” I said.
“Sounds like fun,” said my Dad, drawing on his water bottle. “Hey, kiddo, I need to apologize to you”
“Wellllll,” my father said sheepishly, “I was checking on you yesterday afternoon and I didn't know that you were undressed when I looked in your room.”
“I'm embarrassed,” he said.
I almost yelled, “Dad, don't worry about it! I'm cool with that and you have no reason to be embarrassed! I have seen your butt and stuff and I'm not embarrassed.” Trying to sound very liberal and cool, I said, “You are lucky I was wearing panties, I usually sleep in the nude. Do you sleep in the nude?”
My Dad smiled and with his face slightly red, he said, “I do now and then. When your mother was with us, both of us used to sleep in the nude all the time.”
I didn't want to be reminded of the mother who left us.
He said, “Well, if you're okay then I'm okay.”
I called Helen back and we made plans to go to LegoLand that Friday. She would pick me and we'd go to her house then drive to the amusement park. I let my father know of my plans and he just wanted me to carry the cell phone in case of an emergency. I told him that I would leave around seven in the morning and be back around ten that night.
Friday arrived and after my father left for work I got a call from Helen. She was sick and our plans were cancelled. I decided to take an easy morning and maybe hike. I took a hot bath, shaved my legs, and considered shaving my pubic hair only because I didn't like how thick it was and I liked it better when I was younger and didn't have any (and since then, I have discovered that guys like it that way too, especially Dad). I dried off and went naked into our basement to look for a special blouse I wanted. I was looking through a double clothes closet next to our family room when I heard the back door open and heard my father call out “hello, I'm home!” What is Dad doing home early? I panicked and went into the closet and closed the door. I thought to myself “now what?” Do I be a cool liberated women and casually walk past my dad and say “yo” in the nude? I guess I was notsoliberated as I just stood in the closet and thought maybe I had some jeans in here that I could put on. Before I could start searching, I heard my father's footsteps coming down the stairs. The closet door was louvered and I could peer out and could view our family room. I was shocked to see my Dad walking into the family room in the nude and carrying a laptop. He plugged the laptop into the cable box, set the laptop on the coffee table. I wondered why Dad was not at work and why was he nude, working the computer. And then?began to stroke his fat penis, the way he did that night in my room…