“What are your intentions for my daughter?” he asks, voice desert dry. I’m closer to his age than hers. I glance at her for reassurance, but she only offers a sly smile, grinding deeper into the cushion, marking his furniture. I take a big gulp of the beer she offered me from his fridge, hoping it might cool the panic. “Sir,” I begin. She spreads her legs slightly. Her skirt rides higher. The wet spot on her panties beari...

“Can I watch?” She looked at me with the same resigned look I’d grown accustomed to. Resigned, but with a loving smile behind it. “Babe…no.” I watched her slide off the couch, take the ten steps across the hardwood floor, then head into the hallway. I counted her steps—one, two, three…a hesitant four, then five—until I heard the bathroom door open, then click closed behind her. Finally, the flick of the lock. I held my br...

The mid-August sun breaks through the cracks in the curtains. You’ve already been up for an hour, while I’ve stretched lazily in bed. You enter the room with your hair still wet from the shower. I like watching you like this, damp and naked, as I pull my lazy body toward the edge of the bed and sit up. “Come here,” I whisper, and you do. I press a kiss to your belly, then spin you around. Your ass always does me in, and I...