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i don't get this board...how you can keep writing ongoing like a diary and keep track of it. i have asked this question before and someone said just to find my last post and reply to it and it will be pushed up to the top. i did that last time when i wrote about the xmas decorating and this morning i had a difficult time finding it. also there were no replies to it so i guess other people also couldn't find it or maybe people just find it boring. i will try once more.

today is saturday and mom who is a nurse works sometimes on saturdays and she is today. daddy-ken usually plays golf on saturday and he is at golf right now. a little something happened between us this morning before he left. i'm not going to write a long post about it because i don't even know if this will be seen or if people care. what happened was that i was in the kitchen standing at the counter cutting a grapefruit with one of those little curved knives that's supposed to make the sections spoon out easy. daddy-ken came into the kitchen and i made a comment about how i can never cut the grapefruit right, i always make a mess of it. he came over and said he would show me. so if you can picture...i am standing there a little frustrated wearing a bellyshirt and jammy bottoms. he was in back of me and close to me showing me how to cut the grapefruit. he said go ahead and try it on the other half. as i was cutting, he had his hands on my hips and then i felt him moving them up my sides. i looked up and back at him and from his face it seemed he wanted to know...is this okay?. i was like frozen there and i just smiled. his hands moved further up my sides and inside my shirt and then he felt my boobs. i let him do it for a little bit. i leaned back against him and neither of us said a thing. after that he got a cup of coffee and went upstairs. i ate my breakfast and he came down and left for golf. we just smiled at each other and said bye. this was the first time there was any touching between us. up til today i had just been teasing him and showing him some skin. i guess i have to admit i knew something might happen if i kept teasing him. and it did. now i'm torn. i really like playing the fun teasing-game and i admit i liked very much how it felt when he touched me. but i'm unsure. if i keep teasing him i know i will be leading him on and telling him it's okay to do more. i don't know if i should or what more might be.

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it's a saturday late morning. just awake, i am home alone. my mom, a nurse, is at work. my older brother is away at college. my stepdad, as always on saturdays, is at golf. i look in the mirror and think yeah i have looked better. i take a moment to pull a brush through my long, wavy auburn hair and i pull it back in a ponytail and tie it with a scrunchie. i slide the two clothes baskets out of the closet and pick various pieces of clothing and undies up off the floor, chair, wherever, and hurriedly sort the whites from the colors. i slip the t-shirt which i had slept in up over my head and toss it in a basket. i leave on the capri length silky flower print jammy bottoms and slip on the white cotton blouse with the rounded collar which i had worn to school yesterday, buttoning just a couple of buttons below my round, c cup breasts. i opt to do the colors first and carry the basket down to the lower level little room where the washer & dryer are. i put the wash in and go up to the kitchen and sit at the table and have breakfast...a bowl of life cereal, half an everything bagel with cream cheese, oj. i flip thru a shopping flyer while i eat.

i go in the livingroom and sit down on the carpet and do some stretching as i watch tv. after a little while i go listen at the top of the stairs and hear that yes the washer stopped. i go down and move the colored clothes into the dryer. i run back up to my bedroom to get the whites, but decide i really don't need to do them right now. i push the basket back into the closet. i get undressed, go brush my teeth (again), find a new razor and go into the shower. i do my ritual in the nice, hot, steamy place...shampoo twice, conditioner no rinse, body wash all over, do mylegs, pits, and kitty then rinse conditioner out of hair, turn up the hot and just stand there under the shower for a few more moments. done. i dry off. i slip on the jammy bottoms. that's it.

i start down to the washroom, but stop and reconsider. yeah maybe i will do the whites. i grab the basket and go down to the washroom. i get the whites going in the washer. i open the dryer and start taking stuff out, contemplating what i will wear now and later too. i am looking for that top when all of a sudden...there he is! my stepdad is standing there with his bag of golf clubs. i'm topless. but i don't freak. he doesn't either. 'sorry', he says. 'i didn't know you were down here'. i find the green silky top and turn around and slip it on. i turn around fixing my still damp hair and say 'it's ok. i didn't know anyone was home. how was golf'? now he is seriously staring at my boobs within the top and he takes a few moments to answer, then 'huh oh yeah golf was uh good'. 'that's good i say' as i pull the rest of the clothes outta the dryer and drop them in the basket. i pick it up and start by him as he is going to the other room behind me to put the golf clubs away. but he puts the bag down and says, 'i got it' as he takes the basket from me. he carries it up the stairs and i follow behind him.

we get to my room and i go to take the basket. he asks me 'where'? i carry it with him to the bed and dump the clothes out on the bed. he is again seriously looking at my boobs and this time looking right down into my top. it doesn't freak me though because he's not doing it in a weird, pervy way...but kinda admiringly. i'm actually kinda surprised how it makes me feel. i look at him and smile, so as to say - i see you looking and it's okay, i like that you are looking and that you like what you saw/see. hmmmm.

i start folding stuff and putting things away and we're talking. we're talking and he's still looking at me the whole time, but not trying to hide that he is. we have a little moment there. i'm done folding and i tell him i need to get dressed. he says 'oh yeah sure' and he leaves. i close the door. i think wow hmmm that was...different. not that i have never thought naughty forbidden thoughts about him/us before in my most private of times. i wonder has he ever?...yes i bet he has! i like thinking that.