I felt him the second I sat down at dinner.
The load he’d left in me that afternoon had leaked all evening. I’d clenched and wiped and still ended up with a damp spot in my panties and a low, constant ache. Mom asked why I was shifting in my chair. Dean answered before I could.
“She’s fine. Just sore from… helping me with something.”
His foot hooked my ankle under the table and stayed there. I ate with my face hot and my cunt throbbing every time I moved.
They went to bed at ten. I was in my room with the lamp off when my door opened. Dean didn’t knock. He locked it behind him and looked at me in the dark.
“Clothes off. Desk. Same as yesterday. You don’t get a night off because they’re home.”
I stripped. The air raised goosebumps on my skin. I bent over the desk again, palms flat, le
