Fortunately, we lived in a big house. Our usual move was to go upstairs and pretend as if we were going to our own rooms, when actually we went into the same room. Dad was often working online, and Daphne was prepping dinner.
This was the perfect time for a quickie in my bed. With both bedroom doors closed, our parents weren’t the wiser.
One time, dad came upstairs looking for me while I was in Phil’s room. When he didn’t find me in my room, he knocked on Phil’s door.
“Hey, Phil,” he asked. “Have you seen Tracianne? I need help with my computer.”
“No,” he responded, trying not to laugh.
“All right, well, if you talk to her, send her down.”
“Sure thing,” he responded, as I was going down on him.
There was no doubt that part of the excitement was due to the possibility that we might get caught. I have to say, that enhanced the experience. Another time, Daphne came looking for Phil while I was giving him a blowjob in my room. He had a pained expression as he tried not to cum, while I licked his cock and responded to his mother through the door.
“Tracianne? Have you seen Phil?”
“No, I can’t say that I have,” I replied, before I went back to deepthroating him.
“Well, I need him to take out the trash and I’ve been all over the house looking for him,” she told me.
I came up for air. Drool was running down Phil’s erect penis and my chin. I continued to tickle his balls with my fingers.
“I’m sure he’s around,” I replied. “If I see him, I’ll tell him to come… to you.”
I immediately went to work licking the head of Phil’s penis, concentrating on the tip and the sensitive part, the hole. He erupted in a fountain of cum that shot up onto my face and into my hair.
“Do you have food in there? It sounds like you’re eating?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just a lollipop.”
I then loudly licked up some of Phil’s jizz. It was warm and salty.
“Okay, well, if you see him, definitely let him know,” said Daphne. “Maybe he’s outside.”
Another time, we got it on in the laundry room. Daphne started walking toward the room, but Phil couldn’t get his pants up in time. He moved behind the dryer.
“Oh, hey,” said Daphne. “Which one of you is doing laundry?”
“I am, mom, but she just barged in here,” complained Phil.
“But I have more to do,” I whined. “And I’m not mixing your nasty socks with my nice clothes.”
“Whoever got here first can do their laundry,” she instructed, settling the argument. “Let me know when you’re done.”
Daphne walked out of the room. We heard the door to the outside close. Phil immediately finished me off on top of the washing machine. God, it was so hot! We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Another time, we were in the shower together. Dad opened the door.
“Phil, it’s an emergency, you mind if I use the toilet?” he asked.
“I guess not,” he replied.
My eyes went wide. This was a really risky move. We were essentially trapped until he left.
“Oh, God, sorry. I think the soda I drank went right through me,” he revealed. “I really had to pee, and Daphne’s in the other bathroom.
Phil was still inside me and he started to rock back and forth, going in and out with a smile on his face. I silently shook my head, although the feeling was amazing. I couldn’t help but cum. Fortunately, I was able to do so, with great effort, with no sound.
Dad finally flushed.
“Really sorry about that,” he apologized, embarrassed. “It was an emergency.”
“No worries,” Phil replied.
“Hey, uh, are you and Tracianne getting along?” he asked quietly. “I haven’t really seen you two together much.”
“Oh, sure, but we do our own thing,” he explained. “But trust me, I’m into Tracianne. I’m sure we’ll find something to do.”
“Good. I want you two to become close.”
“I think that’s happening,” he responded, cumming inside me.
“Good, good,” Dad replied, walking out of the bathroom.
I shook all over. Holding back my noises of joy had somehow elevated the experience. Maybe it was the danger too. But we both knew we couldn’t keep doing this. Eventually, we’d get caught. We’d have to be more careful. I told Phil as much.
“Phil, that was crazy!” I whispered. “You know what he would’ve done if he had heard me in here?”
“Relax, he never would’ve believed it,” Phil said confidently. “He would’ve assumed that I made the noise somehow.”
“You’re crazy. You don’t think he knows the sound of his own daughter’s voice?”
“It’s about what people want to believe,” he countered. “He’d assume it was all good. He has no reason to suspect us; therefore, he’d have to dismiss any sound of you that came from the shower. It just wouldn’t register as you.”