Chapter 19. Creaming On Daddy’s Perv Best Friend: pt. 1

“This is going to be a blast. Really can’t wait!” I chirped, forcing enthusiasm into my voice as the car hummed along the highway. The summer sun filtered through the tinted windows, but I kept my eyes on my phone, scrolling through nothing just to avoid the chaos behind me.

”Hurray, hurray, yacht we come! Hurray, hurray, yacht we come!” My siblings belted out from the back seat, their off-key harmony grating like nails on a chalkboard. Karen, the ringleader at fourteen, was leading the charge, her voice cracking with that pre-teen bravado. The twins, Mia and Leo, eight-year-old terrors, clapped along.

”Can you… please shut the fuck up?” I snapped, twisting in my seat to glare at them. “This is a fucking car ride. You’ve been making noise since we left the driveway.”

Karen’s eyes widened for a split second, but she recovered fast, jutting her chin up stubbornly.

”Dad! Yell at Karen! She’s the leader of whatever bullshit song they’re singing.”

Mom exhale