She had a bored expression on her face, earbuds in, but she nodded at Kassie in a “you owe me for this” kind of way. The place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, the kind that hinted at a life once lived there but now long gone. “Sommer and Mom were arguing again. Cassandra was the first through the door. You can wait in the living room if you want.”
Jake nodded, his curiosity piqued. “Y’all better not be boring,” she said as she slid through the door with a loud laugh. “Now, take your cock in your hand,” Sommer instructed, her husky voice dropping an octave. Hours later, Sommer Ray paced nervously around the bedroom, where a camera awaited to record the jerk-off instruction video. For their family. Cassandra didn’t knock—she just walked in, rolled her eyes at the living room, and said, “Ugh, this place better not smell like nerds by the end of tonight.”
Right behind her came Holland, her best friend and self-proclaimed “aesthetic queen.” Holland was dressed in a soft pastel cardigan over a white
