The car door slammed shut outside.

Ethan was still kneeling over me, cock trapped between my breasts, hands gripping them tightly. Neither of us moved. My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Footsteps approached the front door. Keys jingled. For one long, terrifying second I thought our parents had come home early.

Then a voice called out — a neighbor, loud and casual, talking to someone on the phone about forgetting a package. The footsteps moved away again. A car door opened and closed. The engine started.

The vehicle pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Silence returned.

Ethan stayed frozen above me for another three seconds....