Doctor catches stepdaughters eating pussy

They lay on the bed talking about the divorce. One girl's mother had walked out three months earlier and the words still came out jagged. Moonlight from the open window cut across their legs. Neither finished her drink. Someone pulled out truth or dare. Quick sentences slipped into dares that got heavier each round. Cotton sleep shorts hit the floor. A hand slid inside warm cotton and came back slick. Mouths opened. Tongues met. The dare to taste became a moan, then two. Dr. Beck stopped in the doorway. Her grip on the frame tightened until the wood creaked. The girls froze, bare and breathing hard. They had nowhere to move. The doctor looked them over once, clinical, then slow. "I can forget what I just saw," she said, "or you can let me join." She closed the door with the heel of her shoe. Her blouse opened at the same unhurried pace. When she stepped out of her skirt the lace underneath caught the lamplight. "Both of you on your backs," she murmured. She climbed between them, one knee on either side, and the night stopped being innocent.