The house was quiet in a way that felt dangerous. Dad had left for the office at seven-thirty like always, kissing Susan on the cheek and telling me to “get some fresh air” before he drove off. I waited ten full minutes after his car disappeared before I texted her.
Me: He’s gone. Laundry room. Now.
Her reply came in seconds: On my way. Door unlocked.
My c**k was already half-hard by the time I stepped into the small laundry room at the back of the house. The washer was running on a normal cycle, the low hum filling the space. I left the door cracked open just enough to hear if anyone came home early.
Susan slipped in two minutes later wearing a thin yellow sundress that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. I could tell by the way her heavy t**s moved freely under the fabric a
