SARAH

Mom was in the shower.

I could hear the water running upstairs when Michael found me in the kitchen after dinner.

I was loading the dishwasher in my tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top. No bra. He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked up behind me, pressed his body against my back, and slid one hand straight down the front of my shorts.

“Already wet,” he murmured against my ear. “Been thinking about Daddy all day?”

I nodded, biting my lip as two thick fingers pushed inside me.

“Mom’s upstairs,” I whispered, voice shaking.

“I know.” He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them just right. “That’s...