When we got to my dad's house, he was waiting outside for us. We went in, got comfortable. My dad was getting drunk while me and my sister were falling asleep watching Matilda.
He got into bed with us. As I was falling asleep my dad was sloppy drunk, and sleep. He pulled his penis out and peed in the bed AS HE WAS SLEEP. I was disgusted but I just brushed it off and went to sleep.
I felt something touching my legs, so I opened my eyes. I looked down and it was my dad licking my privates. As gross as it sounds it felt even worse. I screamed loud and he jumped. And told me "Don't tell your grandma I'll buy you some candy".
So as naive and young as I was I accepted the offer and got a bag of watermelon sour patch kids. I didn't tell my grandma about it the next day or for the next 3 years. I always thought about that until one day me and my aunt went out for lunch in the city. She was having a talk with us and told me " you can tell me anything, I don't judge." I really took that to heart and spent the rest of the day thinking.
Should I tell her what really happened? As time passed by we were at her house, I was sitting on the couch staring at the wall and thinking. She asked "what are you thinking about? Is something on your mind?" I said no, and continued staring.
I felt it was time for me to speak up...
