Chapter 148 Your Pussy Is So Fucking Tight

• Dad invited Jake to the family cabin weekend like it was no big deal. “The more the merrier,” he said, slapping Jake on the back while I stood in the kitchen doorway pretending to scroll my phone. My pulse was already hammering. Sharing a room with him—two twin beds pushed against opposite walls, thin wooden door that didn’t even lock properly—wasn’t an accident. I’d begged Mom to let me take the small bedroom so the “guests” could have the bigger one. She thought I was being sweet. She had no idea I planned to crawl into his bed the second everyone was asleep.
• The drive up was torture. I sat in the back of Dad’s SUV, Jake in the passenger seat, his broad shoulders filling the space, the faint scent of his cologne drifting back to me every time the AC kicked on. I wore a loose tank top and tiny sleep shorts, legs crossed so the hem rode high. Every bump in the dirt road made my clit rub against the seam of my shorts. By the time we pulled up to the lake house I was soaked, thighs sticky, nipples aching against the cotton.
• We spent the day normal—fishing off the dock, burgers on the grill, Dad and Jake drinking beers and telling old Marine stories while Mom and I pretended to care about the sunset. But every time Jake looked at me—quick, dark glances when no one else was watching—my pussy clenched. The leather bracelet he’d given me felt heavy on my wrist, the little lock charm catching the light like a secret.