David remembers the way Jade slowly and deliberately traces a finger up his thigh earlier. This memory sends a shiver down his spine. She has a playful, knowing smile on her face, a silent invitation hanging in the air while he is hyper-focused on the mundane task of clearing the table, anything to avoid the delicious tension. He feels like a bomb technician trying to defuse something explosive, every movement deliberate and careful.

He dries his hands, the rough towel a stark contrast to the memory of her touch. He glances toward the living room, knowing she is waiting. Each step he takes toward her feels like stepping further into a territory he knows he shouldn’t enter, but can’t resist. He sees her curled up on the couch, bare feet tucked beneath her, and his pulse quickens. He sits beside her, and it's as if a switch has been flipped. She is instantly electric.

The pent-up energy of the afternoon is finally starting to release, a slow burn igniting between them. Her lips meet his, and the need in that kiss is undeniable, building with every second.

He pulls her onto his lap, and the way her thighs part to straddle him sends a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. Gripping her hips, he pulls her closer, and the feel of her grinding against him is almost unbearable. He can feel himself hardening, her insistent rhythm driving him wild.

She leans back, her eyes locked on his, and begins unbuttoning her blouse with agonizing slowness, revealing her skin inch by tantalizing inch.

David watches, completely captivated. His hands move almost without conscious thought, caressing the newly exposed flesh. He traces the curve of her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, and she moans softly, a sound that fuels the fire inside him. He takes one breast in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, and she shudders, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if she can’t get enough.

Jade’s breath hitches, her eyes half-closed, lost in the sensations.

David is devouring her, and the feeling is mutual. His hand slides up her thigh, finding the hem of her skirt, then the damp heat of her panties.

Her thighs are parted in eager anticipation. She arches against him, her body humming with energy, her gasps like a symphony in his ears. He is about to slide her panties aside, ready to take things to the edge when –

“Well, well, well… what’s going on here?” Lexi drawls, the sarcasm thick enough to spread with a knife.

“Oh my God,” Jade breathes, scrambling off his lap. She fumbles with the buttons of her blouse, her fingers clumsy in their urgency.

David stands, adjusting himself with shaking hands, trying to will his erection into submission, to hide the obvious evidence of what they were about to do.

Lexi! What… What are you doing here?” David says, his heart in his throat.

“Did I interrupt something? “Lexi, a knowing smile playing on her lips, her eyes flicking past him to where Jade stands frozen in shock.

Lexi brushes past David like a hungry lioness that smells blood. Her presence is immediate, undeniable, the kind of danger that purrs when it moves.

Jade looks like a bomb that’s been defused with one second to spare, her disheveled hair and unsteady breaths betraying the ghost of panic still fresh on her face.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Lexi says, her voice laced with mockery, each word dripping with a playful yet biting edge.

David feels his arousal warring with his shame, a battle he’s been losing since the day Jade kissed him. The room is a fuse box, ready to spark; their secrets are laid bare in every charged glance.

Lexi takes in the scene, the delicious chaos of it, and her smile widens like she's found an enjoyable game. She perches on the arm of the couch, her eyes dancing with mischief as they settle on Jade.

"You look flustered," she notes with feigned concern.

David clears his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Lexi, that's enough of your shenanigans," he starts, but even he can hear the lack of authority in his voice. It's like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

Lexi ignores him, her focus entirely on Jade, who's still standing there, rooted to the spot.

"Wow," Lexi continues, her voice a silk ribbon of insinuation. "You two really should lock the door."

Jade crosses her arms over her chest, a futile attempt to shield herself from the onslaught of Lexi's insinuations. Her face is a mask of anger and humiliation, a blush creeping up from her collarbone to her cheeks.

"You should learn to knock," she snaps back, but there's an edge of uncertainty in her voice.

Lexi laughs, a soft, mocking sound that wraps around them like a noose.

"Oh, I did," she says, her eyes flicking to David, then back to Jade. "But I guess you were...busy."

David feels the tension ratchet up another notch, the air in the room thick with anticipation and unspoken desire. He's caught in the crossfire, paralyzed by the knowledge that he's responsible for all of it.

Lexi's presence is a taunt, a living reminder of the lines he's crossed, and yet he can't deny the thrill it sends through him.

"You shouldn't be here, Lexi," Jade insists, but there's less fire in her words, the bravado beginning to crumble under the weight of the truth. Her eyes dart to David, as if seeking reassurance, and all he can do is watch, transfixed by the spectacle unfolding in front of him.

Lexi rises from her perch, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. "Why not, Jade?" she asks, her voice all sweet venom.

"I've already had him. And by what I'm seeing, I'd say you have too. So instead of us fighting, why not enjoy him together?"

The suggestion lands like a grenade, detonating the last shreds of Jade's composure. Her eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, she's speechless, the words stuck in her throat like thorns.

David's heart skips a beat, the mix of arousal and panic almost too much to bear. He should intervene, should put a stop to this before it goes any further, but he's frozen, a spectator in his own life.

Jade finds her voice, though it's thin and shaky, a threadbare denial of everything she knows is true.

"You're crazy," she says, her gaze flicking between Lexi and David, searching for an ally and finding none. "Nothing's going on like that."

Lexi's smile is a crescent moon, bright and merciless.

"Oh, really? Is that why you were grinding on Daddy's lap when I got here? Is that why you look like you just got thoroughly fucked?"

Jade's face flushes crimson, and she takes a step back, her retreat an unspoken admission that Lexi's words have hit their mark.

David feels a sick twist of guilt in his gut, but the heat beneath it is undeniable, a wildfire he can't contain. He watches, helpless and hungry, as Lexi tightens the noose around them both.

"Shut up," Jade says, her voice growing stronger as she digs in her heels. "Just shut up, Lexi."

Lexi cocks her head, feigning innocence.

"What? Did I say something wrong? When I walked in, you appeared to really want to fuck him." She lets the words hang in the air, their weight pressing down on David like a vise. "I bet you still want to even now."

"No! I.. I don't," Jade stammers, but even to her own ears, it's hollow. The echo of her own hypocrisy ricochets in her skull. She can still taste the ghost of David's fingers on her tongue, can still feel the echo of his hands at her waist. Her thighs clench involuntarily, and she knows Lexi sees it.

Lexi tilts her head, her dark hair falling in a lazy sheet across her cheek.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that? Always have been." Her eyes flick to David. "I don't even have to ask if you want to fuck her. It's clearly written all over your face."

Abruptly, Jade snaps, her voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade.

"And I suppose you just happened to stroll by to fuck him for your own pleasure?" Her words drip with venomous sarcasm, barely masking the raw wound of betrayal and hurt festering beneath her biting tone.

Lexi shrugs, a picture of nonchalance.

"Something like that," she admits, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "But I think I have a better idea. Tell me, Jade, have you ever had another woman eat you out before?"

Jade flinches at the words, the question hitting her like a slap. She opens her mouth to protest, but no sound comes out.

David wants to say something, anything, but the words stick in his throat like stones. He's never felt so powerless, so exposed, the life he's tried to keep together unraveling before his eyes. And still, beneath it all, there's that awful, undeniable heat, the thrill of being wanted by both of them, the twisted excitement of seeing it all play out.

Lexi steps closer to Jade, her movements slow and calculated, like a chess master closing in on checkmate.

"Don't worry, Jade," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I bet your dad is going to love seeing it."

Jade's lips part, but she's too stunned to answer.

David sees the war in her eyes, a push-pull between outrage and pulsing curiosity that makes her hesitate.

Lexi's hand brushes Jade's cheek, a featherlight touch that seems to short-circuit all rational thought. Her eyes flick to David, then back to Jade, gauging her reaction, savoring the moment.

Jade backs up another step, her resolve crumbling in the face of Lexi's relentless pursuit. She casts a desperate look at David, but he's rooted to the spot, too stunned to intervene, too turned on to care.

"Stay away, Lexi," Jade warns, but the fight is gone from her voice, replaced by a vulnerability that leaves her wide open.

"Our what, Jade? Are you going to hurt me?" Lexi taunts, her words a siren's call as her hand grasps the hair on the back of her head. Lexi's grip is unyielding—fist locked tight in Jade's hair, forcing her head back just enough to expose the line of her throat.

Jade's mouth opens in a voiceless protest, but her hands are slack at her sides.

Lexi leans in, lips brushing Jade's ear as she whispers, "Or are you worried that I can make you feel even better than he does?"

Jade gasps as a jolt of confusion and desire holds her to the spot. Her breath catches, and for a moment, time stops, the world narrowing to the three of them and the charged, dizzying uncertainty of what's going to happen next. Her instinct is to pull away, to retreat from the precipice Lexi is pushing her towards. But something binds her there, a curiosity, a fear, a need she can't fully comprehend. She stands frozen, caught between two impossibilities, her heart a wild thing in her chest.

David watches, every muscle tense, every nerve alight with anticipation and dread. The room feels like it's going to explode, and he doesn't know if he's more afraid of what will happen if it does or if it doesn't.

Lexi's mouth inches closer to Jade's neck.

Jade flinches at the hot tickle of breath, but doesn't move away.

Lexi's free hand traces down Jade's collarbone, fingernails grazing lightly over sensitive skin, then lower, until she's palming Jade's breast through the rumpled fabric of her blouse, testing her, daring her to protest.

Jade's chest heaves with ragged breaths, her fight-or-flight instinct locked in stalemate with the wild thing that wants to see how far this will go.

The room is a powder keg, David a captive audience, every second stretching into infinity as Lexi opens the first button of Jade's blouse.

Jade should run, should hide, should scream that this is all wrong. But her voice is gone, swallowed by the heat of Lexi's proximity, the lure of the unknown. She stands there, paralyzed by the tumult inside her, as Lexi's hands work with unerring precision, baring her skin to the cool air and the burning gaze of the girl she can't believe she's letting touch her.

David watches, a spectator in his own house, his own life. His mouth is dry, his palms damp, his heart a war drum in his chest. He wants to stop this, knows he should stop this, but he can't tear his eyes away, can't silence the relentless pounding of blood in his veins.

Lexi kisses Jade, softly at first, testing the waters, gauging the depth of her reluctance, the weight of her curiosity.

Jade flinches, then gasps, her lips parting in surprise, in surrender, in what David fears is something dangerously close to want.

The kiss deepens, and Jade's hands go from fists to open palms, from protest to acceptance, from push to pull. Lexi wraps an arm around her waist, the other working its way under the newly unbuttoned blouse, cupping Jade's breast with a familiarity that should shock, that should offend, but instead sends a bolt of something dark and thrilling straight to David's cock.

Jade trembles, a leaf in a storm, every defense stripped away, every instinct honed to the single, overwhelming focus of Lexi's touch. The change in her is electric, a shift from prey to willing participant, from frightened to fucking starving.

Lexi's fingers are expert, tracing circles that pull breathy moans from Jade's lips, caresses that leave her gasping and leaning in for more. David's caught, suspended, torn between the desire to yank them apart and the unbearable need to watch what happens if he doesn't. His erection strains against his pants, and he wonders if it's possible to be both sick with jealousy and dizzy with lust at the same time.

Lexi guides Jade to the couch, her movements gentle but insistent, coaxing her down like a lion tamer with a wild beast. Jade lets herself be led, lets herself fall into the madness of it, her body moving with a grace that belies the chaos in her heart.

David is on the edge of his fucking sanity, every nerve stretched to the breaking point, every second a test of his self-control. He's never wanted Jade more than he does right now, never wanted anyone as much as he wants her in this impossible moment, this twisted, perfect storm.

Lexi's hand slides up Jade's thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt, and David sees the tremor that runs through Jade, feels it in his own bones, a tremor that shakes them all.

Jade's head falls back, a moan escaping her lips, and the sound is a firecracker in David's soul.

Jade should push Lexi away, but she doesn't. She should scream for David to make this stop, but she doesn't. Instead, she lets Lexi's fingers play her like a finely tuned instrument, each note a shiver, each chord a gasp, her body the symphony and the stage. The room is filled with her cries, with David's ragged breathing, with the wicked, undeniable knowledge that nothing will ever be the same.

Lexi watches David, her eyes locked onto his as her fingers move with relentless precision, while Jade writhes beneath her, the tension building to an impossible crescendo. Jade's movements grow frantic, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her moans wild and untamed.

David can't breathe, can't move, can't believe what's happening, can't believe the overwhelming heat that fills him as he watches his daughter fall apart at Lexi's touch.

Lexi leans in, her mouth finding Jade's breast, sucking and biting and driving her into a frenzy that leaves David weak at the knees.

Jade is out of control, beyond control, her cries growing more urgent, more desperate, more fucking perfect.

The moment stretches, impossibly, unbearably, and David knows she's close, knows he's close, knows the world is going to end and begin again right here, right now, on this couch, in this moment he never thought he'd see and never wants to end.

Lexi moves down, sliding Jade's panties off with a single, fluid motion, and Jade doesn't even hesitate. She opens herself completely, fully, gasping as Lexi's tongue joins her fingers, as her world shatters in a million perfect pieces.

David's vision blurs, his thoughts blur, everything blurs but the sight of Jade and Lexi and the incredible fucking madness of what's happening. He's never been more aroused, more alive, more lost in his own twisted, impossible life.

Jade's cries reach a fever pitch, and Lexi doesn't slow, doesn't stop, her mouth and fingers working with impossible skill, pushing Jade further to the point of no return. Her thigh muscles tense hard enough to pop, toes curling so fiercely they cut off her own circulation. She's never been eaten out like this, never even thought about it in dreams, and the sensory overload pushes her so far past embarrassment and shame that all she can do is grind her pussy into Lexi's greedy mouth and beg for it, again and again.

Jade's back arches, her hands clawing at the couch, at Lexi, at her own disjointed, beautiful reality. She comes with a scream, her body shuddering, her world exploding, her pleasure everything, everything, everything.

Lexi stays with her, rides out the waves, her mouth never leaving Jade's pussy, her eyes never leaving David's face.

Jade is spent, her body twitching with aftershocks, her heart a runaway train in her chest.

And still Lexi doesn't stop, her mouth a wicked promise, her touch a devastating gift.

Jade is a masterpiece of debauchery, her body writhing like a serpent in heat, her skin slick with sweat and the glistening evidence of Lexi's relentless tongue. Her tits bounce with every shuddering breath, nipples hard as diamonds, begging to be bitten, sucked, devoured.

David's cock is a throbbing, veined monstrosity, straining against his zipper like it's about to burst free and claim what's his. He's a man possessed, his eyes wild, his hands trembling as he rips his pants open, his dick springing free, already leaking pre-cum like a fucking faucet.

Lexi's mouth is a magical delight, her tongue flicking and swirling over Jade's clit with the precision of a surgeon. She's a predator,...