I live at home with my brother and my father. My mum left when we were young and we never heard from her again. It took a lot of time to come to terms with being abandoned, but my father did his absolute best to make our lives as stable as possible with plenty of opportunities for our futures. My brother is in university and is away a lot. I work as a shrink but still live at home so I can save to buy a house. My dad is a bank manager and dresses very proper in fitted suits with cufflinks and a smart tie every day.
We live in a smallish house and always seem to be under each others feet but my brother goes back to Uni this weekend so it will just be me and my dad. I have been noticing lately when my dad looks at me he stares a little too long, I notice his gaze linger on my lips and his eyes drift down to my cleavage. I know it’s not right but his gazes send tingles to the pit of my stomach.