I wonder if he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that shirt. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. I’d like my hugs and kisses back if that’s okay.” “Well, I’m not a stupid teenager anymore. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. “Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” “We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. “Are you afraid to touch me?” I asked him. I was not very interested in what he was watching, but it was better than the uncomfortable position of before. I had turned a bit more this time, placing my back against his chest. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. He was holding it to keep his hand occupied, not knowing what else to do with it while I sat on his lap. I knew he wouldn’t use that as long as the game was on. He had one hand behind my back and the other was holding the remote. Probably thinking that I would get bored of it soon enough, he let me be. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained. “I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. “Sitting on your lap.” I replied cheekily. “What are you doing?” He asked me, not taking his eyes off the TV.
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I sat down sideways on his lap, using his arm as back-support. He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest. I was wearing black panties beneath a too large t-shirt, they were lace and covered only a small part of my backside. One night, several months after that last week of summer, my dad was watching sports from the sofa. Just hugs and kisses weren’t enough though.
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Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer.