Robert Ravers, but not alone

As the car drew near, Heather realised that she recognised that car. The sort of 'see it every day' kind of familiar. The car belonged to her father, Robert Ravers, and it was currently speeding towards the cabin. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as Heather anticipated the arrival of her dad.

Biting her lip, she wondered why her father was coming. Not that she wouldn't be glad to see him. In fact, she was maybe a little too glad, but she pushed that feeling down, distracting herself with fear and worry. Had she done something wrong? Had something happened to her mother? She'd cleared it with both of her parents that she and her friends could use the cabin for two weeks of Spring Break. There'd be no reason for her father to come up to the cabin unless there was a problem.

Heather looked down at her phone and saw that she had zero missed calls, unnoticed text messages or unopened online chats. If there had been a problem wouldn't it have made sense to call her first? Her signal was at full strength as well and had been for the entirety of the time she'd been waiting. What kind of problem could it be that her father didn't even have time to call and warn her of his coming.

Swallowing hard, Heather prepared for the worst as the car slowed and came to a stop in the yard, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The driver door opened and out stepped Robert, a towering, intimidating presence of a man. At least, to others. To Heather, he was the definition of what a man should be, the measure to which every man in her life would be weighed against. While others might have been trembling in fear, Heather took the moment to take in his impressive stature, looking over his full head of hair, his broad shoulders and thick chest. That secret part of her that was a little too happy about his arrival jumped inside her. A quiver surged throughout her young body from somewhere deep within, causing her breath to catch in in her throat and her face to flush red.

"Heather?" Robert said in confusion, eyes setting upon his daughter as he stepped from the car. "What are you doing here?"

Heather opened her mouth to answer but was distracted by the opening of the passenger door. She hadn't expected anyone to be with her father She was thoroughly bewildered as a tallish blonde woman stepped out of the car, her surprise only deepening as she realised that she recognised this woman too. The blonde was Hannah Woodsen.

"I-I could ask you the same thing," Heather stammered, perplexed. "And with Ashley's sister? What's going on here?"

"Oh, well, that's because Miss. Woodsen here is interning at the company," her father explained, glancing between the two girls. "The office was so hectic though, so I decided to bring Hannah up here to get some work done.

"Riiiight." Heather rolled her eyes. Her father was pussy-footing around the issue because Hannah was there, but Heather knew exactly what was going on. "What happened to Leah?"

"Ah, yes, unfortunately she had to take some time off," her father parroted the company line. "Stress, I believe. Truth be told, I doubt she'll be back. She had talked about exploring career opportunities outside our company."

"Yes, I'm sure it had nothing to do with the board of shareholders finding out that you two were doing a little more than working during those late nights at the office," Heather replied smugly. "What's that? Like the fifth one this year?"

"It's never bothered you before," Robert noted and then looking at the cabin. "Besides, you still haven't told me what you're doing here?"

"That's because I already told you almost a week ago. Me and my friends are using the cabin during Spring Break," Heather said. "Sorry if that ruins your plans to show Hannah some spreadsheets."

"Ah, shit, I did forget that." Then Robert took Heather by the arm and led her to one side, dropping his voice so that Hannah couldn't hear. "I'm sorry to intrude like this honey, but if you just let us set up shop in the master bedroom, we'll be out of your hair in no time."

"So, you are fucking her then?" Heather whispered back. "Just take her back to the house. Mom won't care."

"I would, but I already sold her on the idea of the cabin, and you know how persuasive I can be," That line alone sent a tingle running down Heather's spine. "You know I've always been candid with you. If you want me to just come right out and say it then I will. I just thought it might be weird for you, seeing as she's your best friend's sister. Besides, Hannah doesn't know how open we are about sex."

Unfortunately, hearing her father talk about his sex life was causing an intense heat between her legs. This was new. Her father wasn't lying when he said he'd always been frank about his love life to her, and never before had it had this effect on her. What dark desires had Kurt unlocked inside her?

Shaking the fog of lust from her mind, Heather thought about her father's proposal. She had promised not to enter, but her dad was unlikely to be bothered by some teenage squabble. Maybe the best thing would be to allow her father to use one of the rooms and get out from the cabin as quickly as possible so that Heather could go back to ignoring the taboo intentions creeping into her head. Intentions like watching from the door as her father pounded the shit out of Hannah Woodsen.

No, no that was wrong. Her body physically recoiled at the thought of watching her father with another woman. Though she realised it was the 'other woman' portion of that statement that really bothered her. But what was the other option? How else could she distract her father from sex with Hannah?