My Best Friend’s Parents: Part 2

The next day felt like walking on a wire.

Claire dragged Sienna to the farmers’ market in the morning, then to lunch in town, then to a long walk along the shoreline. Daniel and Rebecca stayed at the house—“catching up on paperwork,” Claire said with a roll of her eyes—but Sienna felt them the entire time. Like a current under the skin.

They came back in the late afternoon. Their eyes met across the kitchen for half a second before Daniel looked away and went straight upstairs. Rebecca’s gaze lingered longer, dark and unreadable, before she turned to pour a glass of wine.

By the time night fell, the house was quiet again. Claire’s friends had picked her up for a concert two towns over; she wouldn’t be back until after midnight. The storm from the night before had left the air thick and electric. The only light left on downstairs was the soft lamp in the living room.

Sienna told herself she was only going downstairs for water.

The kitchen was dark except for the under-cabinet lights. She filled a glass, drank half of it, and set it down. When she turned, Daniel and Rebecca were both standing in the doorway.

Barefoot. Daniel in black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt stretched across his chest. Rebecca still in one of his shirts, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs, clearly nothing underneath. Their hair was damp, like they’d both just showered.

Neither of them spoke.

Sienna’s pulse was already in her throat.

Daniel stepped into the kitchen first and quietly closed the door behind them, cutting off the rest of the house. The click of the latch felt final. Rebecca moved to Sienna’s other side, boxing her in against the counter without touching her yet.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” Daniel said, voice low.

Sienna’s back hit the edge of the counter. “Do what?”

Rebecca answered for him. “This.”

Daniel’s hand came up, cupped the side of Sienna’s neck, and then his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was immediate and hungry—years of careful distance collapsing in a single second. Sienna made a soft sound against his lips and opened for him. Rebecca pressed in from behind, one hand sliding under Sienna’s sleep shirt, palm dragging up her bare waist until she found her breast. No bra. Rebecca groaned softly against the back of Sienna’s neck when her thumb brushed over a tight nipple.

Daniel kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Deep. Wet. Controlled only by the thinnest thread. When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing hard. Rebecca turned Sienna’s face toward her and took her mouth next—softer at first, then just as filthy, tongue sliding, teeth catching.

“Tell us to stop,” Daniel said against Sienna’s temple.

Sienna’s fingers curled into his T-shirt. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Something dark and relieved flashed in both their eyes.

Daniel lifted her onto the counter in one smooth motion. Rebecca pulled the sleep shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Then both of their mouths were on her—Daniel at her throat, her collarbone, lower; Rebecca sucking one nipple into her mouth, hot and wet, while her fingers rubbed and pinched the other. Sienna’s head fell back, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it.

Daniel’s hand slid down her stomach and into her sleep shorts. He found her bare, already slick. Two thick fingers stroked through her pussy slowly, spreading the wetness, before pushing inside her.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her breast. “You’re soaked.”

He fucked her with his fingers in deep, steady strokes while Rebecca kept working her nipples—sucking, licking, rubbing the wet peaks with her tongue and thumb. Sienna’s hips rolled against his hand. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside her filled the quiet kitchen.

Daniel dropped to his knees, dragged her shorts off, and spread her thighs wider. The first long lick made her bite down on her own wrist to stay quiet. Rebecca leaned in and kissed her again, swallowing the sounds while Daniel licked her open thoroughly—tongue stroking through every fold, then pushing inside her, then dragging up to suck hard on her clit. He kept two fingers inside her the whole time, stroking in a steady rhythm until her thighs started shaking.

Sienna came with a muffled cry against Rebecca’s mouth, hand fisted in Daniel’s hair, cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Daniel stood, eyes almost black, and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already shiny. Rebecca watched with dark hunger as he rubbed it up and down Sienna’s soaked pussy a few times, deliberate and slow, coating himself in her wetness, before notching the head at her entrance.

He looked at her one last time. Then at Rebecca.

Then he pushed in.

One long, controlled thrust and he was buried to the hilt.

Sienna’s mouth opened on a silent gasp at the stretch. Daniel’s forehead dropped to hers. He held still for a moment, breathing hard, then started fucking her in deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his cock driving into her was obscenely loud in the quiet kitchen. Rebecca stayed close, one hand still on Sienna’s breast, rubbing and squeezing her nipple while she sucked the other one, her free hand sliding down to rub Sienna’s clit in tight circles.

“Been thinking about this for years,” Daniel rasped against her skin. “Every summer. Every time you walked around this house in those little shorts. Every time you laughed at something Claire said and I had to look away.”

Rebecca’s voice was lower, almost shaking. “We both did.”

He angled his hips and rubbed over that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Rebecca’s fingers on her clit never stopped. Sienna’s second orgasm hit harder than the first—sudden and sharp. Her cunt clamped down around him and Daniel cursed, thrusting through it, then buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her in thick pulses.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard. Rebecca’s thumb kept gently rubbing Sienna’s sensitive nipple as the aftershocks fluttered through her.

When Daniel finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of his cum slipped down her inner thigh. Rebecca watched it for a second, then gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, slow and deliberate, while Daniel watched.

Sienna’s legs were unsteady when they helped her down. Daniel picked up her shirt and shorts and handed them to her without a word. Rebecca’s expression was unreadable again—except for the still-dark heat in her eyes.

Outside, the lake was quiet.

Daniel leaned in, kissed Sienna once more—slower this time, almost careful—then rested his forehead against hers. Rebecca pressed a softer kiss to the side of her neck.

“This stays between us,” Daniel said quietly.

Sienna nodded, still trying to catch her breath.

They stepped back. Daniel fixed his sweatpants. Rebecca pulled the shirt closed. For a second they just looked at her, standing there half-dressed and marked by both of them.

Then they turned and went upstairs without another word.

Sienna stayed in the kitchen a minute longer, thighs slick, heart still racing, the taste of both of them still on her tongue.

And the heavy knowledge that the line they had just crossed was only the beginning.