I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or fast. Shut up. I was afraid she’d stop me if I went under her bra, so I settled for running my fingers around the cups. We both looked down at it; I gave an embarrassed chuckle and Jen giggled. I gently pushed on her body as I did, rolling her over onto her back. Jen got a sweater or something and Dad was argued down to a socket wrench (he’s a bit of a tool nut). After Dad muttered something about “my own daughter” and Mom slapped his arm for it, she grinned at us and said, “Goodnight, kids,” and fairly pushed Dad back downstairs. “Yes. The parents crashed as soon as they got back, and Jen and I weren’t far behind. “Sorry I missed the ending.” She looked at me again, her eyes merry. “Oooh, you’re warm,” she sighed, pressing up against me. Another text from Jen.
