Nothing To Be Ashamed Of

Aria Lee lies on her bed with her hand working between her legs, breath catching on each stroke. Katie Morgan throws the door open, stops cold, and rushes back out, cheeks flushed. Aria yanks the sheet up, heart hammering. A moment later the knock comes and Katie steps in, apologetic. She promises to respect the closed door from now on, but tells Aria there’s nothing wrong with touching herself—it’s just a woman taking care of her own body. Aria keeps the words with her after Katie leaves. Soon she’s testing them. She spreads out on the kitchen counter, fingers slick, while the coffee brews. The couch sees her next—then again—her moans drifting through the house. Katie walks in on each display, sighing, unable to find a quiet moment of her own. It has to stop. Katie finds Aria in the bedroom again and offers a different solution: someone else’s touch might settle the hunger. Aria blinks, startled, but when Katie crawls over her the room tilts. Dad’s out. No reason to stop. Katie’s mouth finds hers, soft and sure. They tug each other’s tops down, palms full of warm breasts, nipples stiff under thumbs. Heat climbs fast. Clothes fall away. Katie lowers between Aria’s open thighs, tongue tracing slow circles that pull low sounds from her step-daughter’s throat. Aria answers in kind, tasting Katie’s wetness, thighs trembling around her head. They roll together, hips locked, grinding hard, wetness gliding over wetness until the mattress creaks and both women break at once—sharp cries, shaking limbs. For now, the house is quiet.