Incest Divorced Dad Moves in with Daughter

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So, I was surprised when dad said something to me one day about my clothing. He was sitting on the couch, and

I came out barefoot, in short, exercise-type shorts and a t-shirt with no bra. He looked at me and frowned a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked.
He pursed his lips, and his eyebrows furrowed but didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
.................-"
He was acting very strange. "What's wrong?"
"It's your clothes."
"What about them?"
"They're brief."
"Dad, it's just a t-shirt and shorts."
"I know, but-"
"But what?"



He pursed his lips again in consternation but seemed tongue-tied.
"Dad?"
"I can see your nipples and your boobs jiggle," he blurted.


I was surprised. "So? You've seen them before. I always wear t-shirts and often don't wear a bra."
He looked like he was in agony. "It's distracting."
"Dad! They're just boobs! I have big boobs, and they jiggle. It's not like I'm flashing you."