I can’t believe what I walked in on last night, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I think I caught my dad and my stepmom swinging. Like, actually swinging. I’m still trying to process it.

I’d gone over earlier in the evening to visit them after work, just a normal catch-up. Everything was fine we talked, had tea, laughed a bit. I must have left my charger there without realizing, because later that night when I went to plug my phone in, I couldn’t find it anywhere.

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So I drove back over, thinking I’d just quietly grab it. I let myself in through the kitchen, like I always do. And that’s when I froze.

There were three shirtless men in the kitchen, just casually drinking and laughing. It didn’t make sense at first I thought maybe they were family friends or something but then I heard sounds from the lounge. Loud moans. I stood still for a second, trying to make sense of it, and then I heard my dad’s voice say something I wish I hadn’t heard. Something like, “That’s it, take his dick.”

I panicked. I grabbed my charger and left without saying a word. I don’t think they saw me, but I’ve been shaking ever since. I don’t even know how to process what I saw. It’s not even the act itself they’re adults, they can do whatever they want it’s the shock of it. The image won’t leave my head.

And here’s the part that’s really messing with me: I think I’m… curious? Or maybe turned on? I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I keep thinking about it and it’s confusing. I didn’t want to feel this way, but part of me can’t stop replaying it in my mind. Maybe it’s just the taboo, the shock, or something about how raw and unfiltered it was.

I don’t know why I’m posting this. Maybe I just needed to get it off my chest somewhere anonymous. I can’t talk to anyone in real life about it. I just feel weird, guilty, and confused all at once.

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