Chapter 4
by 
Yelawolf
Does your dad do something during dinner?
He gets extremely handsy under the table with Amy
Unknown to you and your mother, your father, Mark, had a plan that went beyond a simple dinner and celebration. His eyes never left Amy's figure as she sat across the table, the candlelight playing on her skin. He was known for his playful banter, but tonight there was a different glint in his gaze that made Amy a little fluster.
The dinner conversation was a mix of laughter and nostalgia, with stories from your childhood that had Amy's eyes sparkling with interest. You shared tales of your first date, the awkward moments, and the sweet beginnings of your relationship from the first few days at college. Your mom's laughter was like a melody that filled the room, while your dad listened with a knowing smile, his hand occasionally resting on Amy's knee. She'd give him a sideways glance, unsure if it was the wine or his behavior that was making her feel comfortable with a hint of shame.
The meal was delicious, but the atmosphere grew increasingly tense as Mark fingers move up Amy thick voluptuous thigh, finding the inside of her skirt. Her panties felt wetter with every passing moment. She tries to ignore it, focusing on the food and the conversation, but it's a struggle. She could feel his warm palm against her skin, his thumb brushing against her inner thigh, dangerously close to the apex of her legs. She shifts in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it only seems to encourage him further.
He smile making a joke with you as his index inches closer to Amy entrance. "I remember when you couldn't keep your hands off each other," he says with a knowing grin. "Amy I bet you miss those days, huh?" His hand slides higher, his thumb now grazing the edge of her panties.
Amy's eyes widen slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. She glances at you, hoping for a rescue, but you're too absorbed in the story to notice the silent SOS. She shifts again, this time pressing her thighs together to create a barrier, but Mark's hand is persistent. He squeezes her thigh gently, his thumb now pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear. She feels a rush of arousal mixed with fear, her heart racing in her chest.
He said. "Amy you need to open up to me We are hopefully going to be family soon." His eyes bore into hers, a hint of challenge in his gaze.
Amy thighs tighten around Mark's hand, trying to control the sudden rush of arousal she feels. She swallows hard, her eyes darting to you, hoping for some sign that you've noticed the escalating situation. But you're too busy enjoying the reminiscing to pick up on the tension that's thickening the air around her. She's torn between pushing his hand away and giving into the forbidden thrill that's making her heart race.