Mum’s footsteps echoed softly down the hallway.
Each step made my heart slam harder against my ribs. I was standing frozen just inside Amelia’s room, the door's barely closed, my c**k still rock hard and tenting my shorts.
Amelia lay on the bed like a goddess of temptation — her sheer black babydoll pushed up around her waist, legs spread wide, fingers lazily circling her glistening p***y as she looked at me with dark, excited eyes.
She didn’t cover herself. Instead, she spread her thighs even wider and silently mouthed again:
“Don’t. Make. A. Sound.”
I held my breath.
“Ryan?” Mum’s voice was closer now, sleepy and confused. “I thought I heard something. Are you okay, honey?”
Amelia’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
She slid two fingers inside herself slowly, biting her lip as she
