Dad: It’s okay. Sometimes this kind of thing happens.
He was trying hard not to let his happiness show. I, too, made a plan in my head then.
The next day I wore a loose top. I went to mom and told her about my plan.
Mom: You’re really good at this. Aren’t you?
I blushed, and we went to the hall. As soon as I entered, dad started looking at me. I signalled mom, and she did exactly what I had told her. She pretended to slip and, in reflex, held my top and tore it completely as she fell on the sofa. I was standing topless in front of my dad again.
My dad’s jaw dropped at this. Instead of helping mom, he kept staring at my boobs. I pretended I was worried about mom and didn’t care to hide my boobs. So my boobs were on display for about 5 minutes.
Me: Are you okay, mom?
Mom: Yea. I’m fine. Thank God I slipped near the sofa. If it had been anywhere else, I could’ve been hurt badly.
Me: Don’t say that, mom.
Mom: But sorry honey, I tore your top.
Then I acted as if I had just noticed that I was standing topless and covered my nipples with my hands. (Yes, not even boobs but just nipples. Google how sexy that looks.) I looked at my dad, who was still busy having a long look at them. I sighed, and he hurried to take his gaze off.
Me: You know what, mom? I think it’s what the universe wants. The universe doesn’t want me to wear a top. That’s why something like this keeps happening. And anyway, you guys have already seen them a bunch of times, so it doesn’t matter now. And it’s hot and humid in July, too, so well fuck it.
I said and removed my hands from my boobs. My dad’s jaw dropped.
Dad: So you aren’t going to wear tops from now on? (He was trying to hide his smile)
Me: Well, I don’t plan on it now, but if you want me to wear it, it’s okay. I could go and put something on just now.
I said and moved slowly towards my bedroom, but he held my hand and stopped me.
Dad: No, beta. It’s okay. If you’re comfortable like this, then it’s good. And yes, you’re right, it’s really hot and humid.
I smiled at him. He smiled back at my boobs.
I sat on the sofa beside him and put my head on his shoulder. He curled his arm around my shoulder, and his pinky finger occasionally caressed my naked boobs.
Lunch arrived after some time, and I hopped onto dad’s lap. I’m not sure how glad he felt that I was topless then. His face was a few inches away from my boobs. He occasionally brought his face closer and exhaled his warm breath on my nipples, turning me on.
I fake coughed, and that spilt the bite my dad would feed me on my boobs. That gave my dad an official reason to stare at my boobs.
Me: Come on. Not now. Mom, please pass me a tissue, I’m using my phone, and I don’t want to get my hands dirty.
Mom: The box is empty.
Me: What? No. I don’t want to get up to wash my hands after cleaning.
Dad: Don’t worry, beta. I’ll clean it up.
Obviously, dad was more than happy to clean it up. He kept his finger on my boobs far away from where the food was and slid it all along my skin till it arrived and cleaned it up. He liked this because it gave him a chance to touch my boobs.
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