Sneaky Checkup

Daisy sits on the exam table swinging her legs like she hasn't got a care in the world. Margaret watches her stepdaughter from the plastic chair and already sees the trouble starting to bloom in those eyes. Daisy keeps parting her knees wider than she needs to, sliding her panties down just enough that Margaret catches the scent of wet heat coming off her. "Quit it," Margaret hisses under her breath. Daisy only grins wider, letting one hand drift under the paper sheet the nurse left behind, fingers brushing her clit in tiny circles. Dr. Q pushes through the door with her clipboard and a professional smile. She talks vitals, asks about periods, never notices Daisy’s free hand reaching back to find Margaret’s thigh. Margaret squeezes hard in warning, but Daisy answers by slipping two fingers under her waistband and passing the sticky evidence up for Margaret to taste. Margaret takes the fingers, sucks them clean behind Dr. Q’s back, and the flavor nearly drops her on the spot. Daisy shifts, gives the doctor just enough answers to keep her distracted, then hikes the paper sheet higher. Margaret’s palm slides over the soaked cotton panel, knuckles pressing the seam against Daisy’s clit while Dr. Q listens to heart and lungs. Each exhale Daisy lets out is one shade too breathy, but the doctor keeps writing. Margaret finds the swollen button with two fingertips and rubs in tight strokes; Daisy’s thigh muscle jumps, her knuckles white around the table edge. Dr. Q snaps the chart closed, signs the clean bill of health, and steps out to grab a form. The moment the door clicks, Margaret rips the sheet away, drops to her knees, and buries her tongue deep in Daisy’s cunt. Daisy bites her own wrist to stay quiet while Margaret licks and sucks like she’s starving. When the doctor’s steps fade down the hall, Daisy slides off the table, bends her stepmother over the exam chair, yanks her scrubs down, and grinds her wet cunt against Margaret’s ass until both of them are shaking. Margaret comes first, muffling the sound in her own forearm; Daisy follows seconds later, teeth sunk in Margaret’s shoulder, thighs trembling, slick dripping down her legs onto the linoleum floor.