Dani’s wet, soapy body pressed against mine as we listened like foxes alerted by some predator in the woods. When the house groaned with the sound of the garage door closing, we knew were in trouble.
“Get out! Get out!” Dani hissed, throwing back the shower curtain and shoving me out.
We were a whirlwind of panic, gathering up my clothes and rushing out of the hot water’s fog. Over the second floor railing, I caught a glimpse of the door to the garage opening, and I turned this way and that looking for a place to hide, my erection slicing through the air like a dagger.
Fuck! I mouthed to Dani, whose eyes were wide with terror. With nowhere else to go, she hurried me into their bedroom. I know our options were limited, but fuck did I feel trapped in that room. My brother’s heavy footsteps were already ascending the stairs, and he called out to his wife from the other side of the wall.
“Baaabe! Where are you? Fuck. I am hungoooover!”