The next few days were pure torture.
Sophia was everywhere. In the kitchen making coffee in tiny shorts and loose tanks that showed the outline of her n*****s. Lounging by the pool in that red bikini, rubbing sunscreen slowly over her thighs while Dad was on a work call. Every time she caught me looking, she’d give me that small, secret smile that made my c**k twitch.
Dad was oblivious. He was happy, talking about how great Sophia was, how she made the house feel alive again. I smiled and nodded while my mind replayed the way her ass had pressed against me in the kitchen.
We started finding excuses to be alone.
One afternoon Dad went to the golf course. Sophia called down from the guest room, “Jake, can you help me move this heavy box? I can’t reach it.”
My heart pounded as I walked u
