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Preview from chapter one
The tension at the dinner table had been palpable, their mother's occasional glances at them revealing the storm of emotions beneath her calm exterior. As the evening wears on and their father settles into the living room, the siblings share a knowing look. The house seems to hold its breath, the walls thick with the scent of their shared secret.
Billy and Zoe's mother finishes clearing the dinner dishes, her movements mechanical as she tries to process the events of the afternoon. She glances at the clock, the ticking a metronome to the silence that has descended upon the house. She can hear the muffled sounds of the TV from the living room, their father oblivious to the dark desires that had played out in the kitchen. Her hand lingers on a plate, the china cool against her flushed skin, the tremor in her fingers betraying her inner turmoil. The siblings exchange glances, the weight of their secret pressing down on them like an invisible hand.
Billy's gaze lingers on Zoe as she stands by the kitchen sink, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He can't believe the day's turn of events, but the thrill of their shared taboo secret is too intoxicating to ignore. "You know what we should do next?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "It's your turn to show Dad how much you've missed him." He licks his lips, the taste of their mother still on them. "Imagine the look on his face when he sees you like that." His words hang in the air, a challenge and a promise of the depravity they're about to embark on.
Zoe's eyes light up at Billy's suggestion, the excitement of the forbidden thrill coursing through her. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. She turns to face him, her own hand lingering on the countertop where their mother had been held in place. "You really think I can do it?" she asks, her voice a mix of innocence and seductiveness. She bites her bottom lip, thinking of the way their father's eyes had often lingered on her growing up, the way he had always made her feel a bit too seen. She had always felt a strange pull towards him, but had never allowed herself to acknowledge it until now. "What if he doesn't want me?" she teases, her hand sliding down to her waist.