I just don't know where else I can talk about this without being shunned.

My mom died. It was back in July. Sudden stroke, she hit her head on the bathroom floor after collapsing in the middle of the night. My brothers have kind of distanced themselves from the family, but me and her were very close and it wrecked me. It wrecked my dad too, who has started drinking more and needing more help around the house. So I've spent a lot of time there, sleeping in my childhood bedroom and cleaning up, cooking meals to make sure he eats. We've talked about getting him to see somebody, but with older men that can be an uphill battle.

Last week, he got very emotional and upset, and me and him had a very teary-eyed conversation about how much we wish the way things used to be. He ended up falling in the living room, and I helped him to bed because it was late. He asked if I would stay, and sleep in there with him instead of going back to my old bedroom. I said okay.

At first it was awkward. We just laid like we were dead, and didn't acknowledge each other. Slowly, we moved into, I guess a cuddling position? He quietly cried into my shirt and ran his hand through my hair. It was weird. It felt... wrongly intimate. But I was a willing participating through all of it. Eventually, he moved his hand to my lower back and kept it there for a while. After we'd been quiet for a while, maybe he thought I was asleep, he started moving it down and feeling my legs. Nothing crazy, he didn't do anything illegal, but clearly inappropriate. I turned around, and he spooned me. Until I fell asleep that night, I felt his erection pressing against me.

Since then we've acted like nothing happened, but he did ask me today if I'd be willing to sleep in his bed again, that the bed feels too big when he's alone in it. I feel like if I do it, more will happen. I don't know how I feel about it. I don't know how I SHOULD feel about it.