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Anita and I have two sons and two daughters. The oldest, a son, is married and lives on the other coast. The next one, the other son, is in his last year of college and doing very well. Both sons take after me. I'm 6ft4. Both are almost that high.
The daughters don't take after me or their mother, who is 5ft9. We think they take after their grandmother on Anita's side. Their grandmother is 5ft3. Our oldest daughter, Penny, is 5ft3, a little over 19 years old and our younger daughter, Trish, is 5ft4 and just turned 18 years old. They both weight around 103 or 104 pounds. Their size worked out great because they both do quite well at gymnastics and have won several awards and achieved high performance status.
Trish just graduated from high school and Penny finished her first year in college and they're home for the remainder of the summer. They have a training program even in the summer vacation time. They're often on trips for competition or training. Sometimes it's grueling and it stresses their muscles and frames. They get homesick and plain tired so we let them crash as much as they can handle. Trish is more outgoing than Penny and makes friends easily. Penny is reserved except when she's performing. Then she explodes with energy.
I drive a train, to Chicago and back, on a rotating basis with other drivers. Sitting takes its toll so I exercise a lot to stay slim. I also have varied time off and can sleep late most mornings. My schedules work great for the whole family. We get to spend a lot of time together and it's not all the same time of the day.
When Penny was young Anita used to lie on her back and put Penny on her stomach. Penny went right to sleep. We figured she could hear her mom's heartbeat. She grew out of it fairly quickly when the sisters discovered each other. When Penny was in grade school she started sleeping on her mom's tummy again. Not all the time. Finally she got too big and Anita eased her out of the habit. When Penny graduated and concentrated on her gymnastics and college she seemed to want to do that again. Anita said she was too big for her and she should give me a try. She did.
One morning about 5:00 I went to the bathroom and when I came back Penny was there, next to her mom. I got in bed. She was between us. She said, "Dad, Can I try sleeping with you sometimes like I do mom? I can sleep much better that way for some reason."
"Sure," I said. "Want to give it a try?"
"You mean now," she said. "Ok."
She hardly moved. We had the sheet up around our waist. It bobbled and there she was. A little over 100 pounds and with the muscles she had from gymnastics she could easily do that. On top she was no problem at all. I hardly knew she was there. Her legs were down on either side so that took weight off and her arms were down under my back or waist so that took weight off. Her head was bent over on one side or the other of my chest and that shifted weight to my bones and that took weight off. Her trunk was about all that was left and it was stretched down mine.
From the other side of the bed Anita said, "She likes me to wrap my arms over her back and I massage her a lot. Her muscles always need that. She doesn't snore. She moves around lightly so she shouldn't wake you up. Night."
I wrapped my arms over her back and whispered, "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," she said. "If it doesn't work out for you let me know. You need your rest too."
I said, "Ok." I hardly knew she was there. It was nice having a warm breathing person on top. Very relaxing. I knew how she felt. I slumbered off back to sleep. She was gone when I woke up. If she moved around I didn't feel it. I woke up one morning after getting in late and there was Penny, on top with her arms around my back and waist. I didn't wake up when she came in.
I wore boxers to bed, no top, since Penny started sleeping this way. I was thinking I should switch to briefs since sometimes I came out of the boxers during nightly man up practice. Penny wore panties to bed so I wasn't that worried but still. I thought I would mention it to Anita.
"Anita, Penny and I aren't wearing all that much clothes," I said. "I could switch to briefs. I don't really mind. I'm not all that worried. She's grown and she's always been level headed."
Anita said, "With the skimpy outfits they wear practicing and competing she's almost bare all the time anyway and around all those people wearing mostly the same thing. Not having much on is normal for her. I think she's wearing pants just because you might object. She grew up not wearing pants while she's sleeping. She's uncomfortable with them. If you can I wouldn't mention it so it doesn't become a thing. If you take off your boxers she'll probably get back to normal and take off her pants."
"Ok," I said. "I'll keep her as comfortable as I can. As long as it's not a problem."
Anita took to being sure the curtains were closed and pulled the bedroom door almost closed so she and Trish wouldn't wake us up. I didn't notice at first. Penny must have noticed. She wound up on top of me more. Not all the time, just more. When I had nightly man ups Penny was up high enough she would never know. I stopped wearing boxers.
About five nights later I was rubbing Penny's sides and ran off the bottom of her gown and noticed she didn't have any pants on. I worried about me being nude and her with just a gown on. Rubbing her back I knew she didn't have a bra on. Both Penny and Trish had smaller breasts so they weren't imposing on me. During my normal nightly man ups the weight caused me to drop over towards my stomach but I never seemed to touch anything. If I did I would feel it for sure. My Krakatoa nightmare was proportional to my height of 6ft4.