sat on the bathroom counter in just a towel while my dad shaved next to me

It was early. The house was still quiet. My mom had already left for work and I thought I was the only one up. I took a long shower and wrapped myself in the thinnest towel I could find, still dripping when I stepped out.

When I opened the bathroom door to grab my phone from the hallway, he walked right past me. My dad. He said good morning like it was nothing and came in to shave.

I didn’t leave.

I sat up on the counter, crossed my legs, and started scrolling. The towel barely reached the tops of my thighs. My skin was still wet. Every time I shifted, the fabric slid a little more.

He was standing next to me at the sink. Focused. Quiet. But I saw the way his eyes kept dragging down when he thought I wasn’t looking. I spread my legs just enough that the towel pulled tight across my pussy.

I asked if he liked the new towel. Said it felt soft. Ran my hands down my thighs like I was just drying off. His razor slowed. His jaw clenched.

I stayed there until he finished. Then hopped off the counter, brushed past him, and dropped the towel on the floor before walking to my room naked.