Offputting

Katie sat on the couch, holding Peter's hand, stewing. The two could hear Peter's dad fucking upstairs, the bed rattling, the woman wailing. There were more orgasms, loud ones, than Katie had ever gotten from Peter eating her pussy. After a half hour, the happy couple descended the stairs. Peter's dad ... and Katie's sister.

"C'mon, Peter," Katie said, burning on the inside. "Let's get out of here."

"Oh, sis, but we wanted to have dinner," Emily protested, with a wide smile on her face. Bitch, Katie thought.