Charlotte:"Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does. "Apologies. Sebastian used to call me that often. Took me back to those times."My father, seemingly satisfied with the answer, leaves it be. It's Anthony who passes the gravy in the end. When he does, he squeezes my thigh from underneath the table and I cover my gasp with a cough. I clench my thighs, trapping his hand between them. That squeeze might leave a handprint, but it made me so wet, that my thighs stick together when I unclench them. Anthony's nostrils flare, as if he can smell my arousal. I'm just waiting for
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