Caught Eavesdropping

Shay Sights was settling into bed when the sounds hit. Through the thin wall, Maya moaned, deep and urgent, fucking herself without a clue anyone else could hear. Shay listened, heat spiking between her legs. She pulled back the sheet and slipped two fingers where it counted, stroking in time with her stepdaughter's rhythm. Every gasp came through like Maya was right there beside her. Maya's voice cracked. She whispered her stepmother's name once, then again, louder, needy. Shay's fingers stalled for a split second, then doubled down. Her own pulse raced. She answered out loud, breathing Maya's name into the dark like she could taste it. They fed off each other, names escalating, wet sounds echoing from two separate beds, both convinced they were alone. The truth snapped in at once. Both names, both beds, both hands soaked. Maya hesitated in Shay's doorway, thin nightshirt hanging from one shoulder. Shay lay spread and glistening, legs open, nipples tight. Maya stepped closer, eyes fixed on slick skin, on the fingers still moving lazily between her stepmother's thighs. She looked and kept looking until Shay grabbed her wrist and tugged her down onto the mattress. "Get in," Shay said. "Let me teach you how this is done." Maya climbed aboard, trembling, eyes wide, already dripping down her own thighs.