Maid For Each Other: Swap Service Part 1

Alison Rey lounged outside on a cloudless morning, book open on her lap. Her parent, Marie McCray, stepped onto the patio. "Shouldn't you be at school?" "Teacher workday." Marie let the excuse slide and added that the cleaner, Nina Elle, would be dusting all day; she expected Alison to stay out of the way. Inside, Nina was polishing crystal when Marie found her. Nina looked embarrassed. "Lily got sent home—dress-code violation. Could she crash here while I finish?" "Of course." Marie smiled and slipped off to her bedroom. Hours later, Lily shuffled through the front door. Nina met her with a hard stare. "Stay out of trouble. Don't annoy Marie or Alison." Lily shrugged and headed for the kitchen, but a half-open door down the hall stopped her. She leaned in. Marie lay across the sheets, fingers working steadily between her own thighs, breath tight and small. Lily lingered too long. "Come here," Marie said, voice low and unhurried. The corner of her mouth lifted. "Since you're home anyway, you might as well earn your keep." Lily stepped inside. The door clicked softly shut. Marie reached out, caught the younger girl's wrist, and drew her onto the bed. Mouths met in quick, wet kisses; fabric slid from skin. They kept it quiet—low gasps instead of cries, quick hips rather than slamming rhythm—lips and hands learning each other while Nina worked two rooms away. Lily's tongue traced slow circles until Marie’s thighs trembled; Marie returned the favor with skilled, determined fingers until Lily bit her own forearm to stay silent. When they finished, the sheets were damp, their breathing shallow, and the house remained still.