What next?
There's a knock at the front door
The sexual tension between the two of you was shattered by the sound of knocking at the front door. The two of you went rigid at the possibility of someone catching you in a devious act. When they knocked again, your Dad began dressing quickly.
"Fuck fuck fuck" he cursed, panicking.
You just watched as he finally looked decent to answer the door. You smiled to yourself as he ran out of your room that he probably still reeked of sex. You heard the door open and the call of a familiar voice.
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