“Oh, God, Daddy,” I spilled out, not really sure where that came from. Guy was a little older than me, so I guess that qualified him for daddy status? We’d said so many dirty things to each other in the prior twenty-four hours that I think I was just looking for something new to say.
He seemed to like it well enough. Or at least, he supported mychoice like any good improviser would.
“Ooh, am I your daddy, baby?” Guy said, going with it. “You Daddy’s good girl?”
“Yes,” I said, the pleasure building. I bounced up and down as Guy’s hand worked me. It felt blindingly good.
A knock sounded at the door. We froze. I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Did you put on the do not disturb?” I hissed.
“I thought I did,” Guy said, panicking.
“Busy!” I shouted. “No service needed!”
Footsteps shuffled in the hallway and I thought they silenced. We resumed our activity, the slapping of flesh on flesh picking up again.
“Fuck, Kitty, this pussy feels so good,” Guy moaned. “You’re gonna make Daddy come.”
“Kitty!” came a voice at the door with more knocking. A voice that I definitely recognized.
“Shit!” I climbed off Guy’s lap.
“I thought he wasn’t coming until tomorrow?”
“I did, too!”
“Go take a shower, I’ll cover.” Guy scrambled for some clothes.
“Just a minute!” I called to the door. Guy threw on sweatpants and a shirt. His boner retreated rapidly, because what’s sexy about your new girlfriend’s dad showing up while you’re fucking? Still, it wasn’t entirely gone as it disappeared into his sweats, still sheathed in the condom.
I ran into the bathroom, closing the door softly and turning on the shower. In an effort to clear the sex smell from the room, I squirted body wash in the bottom of the tub and let the water run over it. That should at least help, right?
I heard Guy open the door. “Mark! Oh my gosh, Heather and Frank, too! How wonderful!” Guy cried, stage speaking so I could hear.
Fuck. The whole family had come early to surprise us. Ourroom was a wreck. I shuddered to think how many condom wrappers hadn’t made it into the trash can. Or what would happen if someone lookedinthe trash can. Whatever was about to happen, it probably wasn’t good.
I quickly rinsed off, trying to cool the sexed-up flush on my skin. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the room where Guy stood, awkwardly making small talk with my family. The air was tight. Everybody knew something was up.
“Hi!” I said, falsely cheerful. “Let me get some clothes on and I’ll give everyone hugs!”
My dad’s eyes were furious. I’m not religious, but I prayed he didn’t hear what we’d said while we were having sex. Judging by his expression and the lingering smell of sex in the air, even if he hadn’t heard, he could connect the dots. Granny Gatto didn’t raise no fool. Frank’s face was red, eyes trained on the floor. Mom gave me a sympathetic look.
I snatched my only set of clothes and stepped back into the bathroom to change. I was so fucked.
It was when I was hugging Frank that I noticed it. Guy clearly hadn’t put on underwear in his rush to open the door for my family, but his dick was done with our drama. Therefore, the condom must have taken the path of least resistance.
The condom hung out the bottom of his sweatpants leg. My eyes snagged on it, and I’m sure I looked like I’d seen a roach or something. Before I could look away, Frank followed my line of vision.
His face went beet red. “Seriously, bro? My fucking sister?”
Guy held up his hands, trying the classic approach of denial. “I don’t know what you think is happening here.”
“Thecondomis hanging out of yourpants, bro!” Frank exploded. “We all heard what you were saying to her. You’re treating her like a piece of fucking meat!”
There it was. An eerie stillness settled in the room. Dad cracked his knuckles and neck, eyes trained on Guy.
“Consensually?” Guy tried, wincing.
