The clock on my nightstand read 1:17 a.m. The whole house was dark and silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Dad had gone to bed around eleven, kissing Susan goodnight in the hallway like any normal husband. I’d waited in my room, c**k already hard, scrolling through the filthy pictures she’d sent me earlier that evening — one of her t**s squeezed in her hand, another with two fingers buried deep in her p***y, captioned “Come take what’s yours when he’s asleep.”
My phone lit up with a new text.
Susan: I’m in the guest bathroom downstairs. Door unlocked. Hurry.
I didn’t even bother putting on a shirt. Just slipped on basketball shorts and crept down the stairs as quietly as I could, heart hammering. The risk made everything ten times hotter. Dad was sleeping right upsta
