Piper
Mom and dad weren’t home so maybe she felt safe fucking Clyde, but she didn’t realize I might skip the after-school basketball game and come home early. The door wasn’t clicked shut, it was standing open a couple of inches, just enough to peer into. I put my eye to the crack but couldn’t see the bed; what I could see was their reflections in the mirror atop her bureau. Clyde was standing at the side of the bed, his pants around his ankles, pounding the shit out of Piper who was on her back,...