The knocking turned into loud pounding. "Taylor? Casey? You home?" Dad’s voice boomed through the door.

Taylor’s heart slammed against her ribs. She jumped out of bed.

“Shit, get dressed!” she whispered. 

Casey rolled off the mattress fast, they grabbed their clothes in a panic. Taylor pulled on shorts and a tank top. Casey yanked her summer dress over her head.

Taylor opened the door just as Dad raised his hand to knock again. He held two pizza boxes and beer. 

“There you are, it took you long enough to open the door.”

“Sorry, Dad,” Taylor said. She stepped aside. Her pussy still throbbed from earlier, making her thighs press...