she leaves

Tom wiped himself clean with a tissue from the shelf, tucking the damp panties deep into the hamper where they’d been before.

The movements were automatic — the same precise cleanup his body had done for years in this life. Not a trace left. No noise. No evidence.

He straightened his jeans, forcing the zipper up over his still-sensitive cock, and stepped quietly from the closet. His bedroom door was cracked just enough to hear the murmur of voices from the living room.

Sarah’s tone was light, almost sing-song. “I’ll be ready in just a second, I promise.”

The deeper voice that answered made Tom’s stomach tighten. Dad.

It was still strange to think that way, but in this reality that’s exactly who he was — his father. The man Sarah had been married to for decades in this life, the man who’d raised him.

Tom’s pulse quickened again, not from arousal this time, but from a sharp mix of jealousy and something darker. He’d just stood inches from her naked body, stroked himself to her scent — and now she was walking out the door with his dad’s hand at her back.

He stepped into the hallway just as Sarah came around the corner, purse in hand. Her blouse was neat, her jeans hugged her perfectly, her hair smooth and glossy. She smiled when she saw him.

“There you are,” she said warmly. “We’ll be back late — don’t stay up too long, okay?”

His dad appeared behind her, tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy smile that made Tom want to put his fist through a wall. The man gave him a nod — the casual, fatherly kind that assumed nothing was amiss.

Tom swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet his dad’s eyes without giving away the heat still lingering in his blood. “Yeah. Have fun.”

Sarah touched his arm lightly as she passed — just a brush of her fingertips — and it was all Tom could do not to lean into it. Her perfume, freshened after the shower, clung to him in her wake.

The front door closed behind them, and the house fell into silence.

Tom stood there for a long moment, staring at the door.

Every part of him felt wired, restless. He knew he should be ashamed.

But instead, a single, dangerous truth rang through his head:

Dad has no idea what I just did. And I want more.