Lily P o v
…Then she squatted down and tied her shoe lace.
Completely unaware.
I was shaking seriously. My legs trembled under the blanket.
Every nerve felt exposed. Under the bed, Ethan stayed perfectly still, but I could sense him—close enough that if Kara shifted even a little more to the side, she might catch the edge of his shoulder or the wet gleam of the toy still in his hand.
Kara stared at me for a long, uncomfortable second, her eyebrows furrowed.
“You sure you’re okay? Your face is all red and you look… sweaty.”
I forced a laugh, tugging the blanket tighter over my lap. “Just cramps, like I told Mom. Period stuff. It’s brutal this month.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“Gross. Well, whatever. I thought Ethan was here…” She gave the room one last suspicious glance, eyes lingering on the rumpled sheets and the faint scent she couldn’t quite place, then shrugged and walked out, closing the door behind her.
The second her footsteps faded down the hallway, Ethan crawled out from under the bed, still gripping the slick dildo. The toy glistened under the light. His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide.
“That was too close. Fuck, Lily… you almost came while talking to Mom.”
My pussy was still throbbing, empty and needy. I didn’t have time to recover. The ache between my legs felt sharper after being interrupted twice—first by the phone, then by Kara. I was wound so tight that even the brush of air against my skin made me shiver.
*
Ethan pulled me up from the bed, kissed me hard, and whispered against my mouth, “Laundry room.”
We slipped downstairs quietly. The house was still mostly empty, but we could hear the distant hum of the washing machine already running. Kara was gone with the files. The only sounds were our careful footsteps on the stairs and the soft rush of blood in my ears.
Ethan pushed me into the small laundry room beside the vibrating machine and shut the door most of the way, leaving it cracked just enough that we might hear someone coming. The air smelled like detergent and our combined arousal—clean soap mixed with the heavier scent of how wet I still was.
“Skirt up. Bend over the machine,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
I obeyed, bracing my hands on the rumbling washer. The metal was warm from the cycle. The vibrations traveled straight up my arms and into my chest. Ethan yanked my skirt up over my ass, exposing me completely. Cool air kissed my soaked folds for half a second before the thick head of the dildo pressed against my entrance again.
With one smooth push, he sank it deep inside me—all the way until the base kissed my lips.
I moaned loudly, the sound half-swallowed as the vibrations from the washer mixed with the toy’s buzz the moment he turned it on high with the remote. The dual sensation was overwhelming. The machine shook beneath my palms while the dildo filled and pulsed inside me.
“Ethan… oh my god…”
“That’s it. Take every inch,” he groaned behind me.
He kept one hand on my hip, steadying me, the other holding the remote. He cycled through the vibration patterns—steady, then pulsing, then a rising wave that made my knees weak. The dildo stretched me perfectly, the thick shaft pressing against my G-spot with every rumble of the machine. My juices were already dripping down my thighs in warm trails.
“Make me squirt, Ethan,” I begged in a whisper, pushing back against the toy. “I’ve never done it before. Please…”
He chuckled darkly and increased the speed.
The dual vibrations—washer and dildo—had my legs shaking within seconds. Pressure built deep in my core, heavy and unfamiliar, like I needed to pee and come at the same time. I tried to hold it, wanting the release to be explosive when it finally happened. My fingers curled against the warm metal. My breath came in short, broken pants.
Ethan reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. “You’re creaming so much. Look at the mess you’re making on your thighs… Such a dirty little stepsister.”
I was moaning steadily now, hips rolling to meet every thrust of the dildo he controlled with the remote. He didn’t need to move it much; the combination of the machine’s rumble and the toy’s strong vibrations did most of the work. Every time he changed the pattern, a fresh wave of pleasure rolled through me. My pussy clenched and fluttered around the thick toy, gripping it like it never wanted to let go.
But I still hadn’t squirting.
I was right on the edge, teetering, the pressure almost unbearable. My thighs trembled harder. I could feel how wet I was—slick coating the base of the dildo, sliding down to my knees. Ethan’s fingers on my clit never stopped. He pressed harder, circled faster, matching the rising intensity of the vibrations.
“Come on, Lily,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “Let it happen. Push for me. I want to see you make a mess.”
I was so close. The sensation coiled tighter and tighter until I thought I might break apart. My mouth opened on a silent cry. My hips jerked.
Then we heard the front door open.
“Kids? Anyone home?” Mark’s voice boomed from the hallway. “I forgot my laptop. Leaving again in five minutes.”
Panic shot through me again. It was as if the universe itself wanted us caught. My whole body locked up even as the dildo kept buzzing mercilessly inside me.
Ethan didn’t pull it out. Instead, he shoved it even deeper and held it there on the strongest setting.
I whimpered, biting my arm to stay quiet. The pressure between my legs turned sharp and almost painful with how close I still was. My walls fluttered around the toy in helpless little spasms.
“Quick—act normal,” he hissed.
We adjusted fast.
I stood up straight as best I could. My skirt fell back down, covering me, but the dildo stayed buried to the hilt inside me, buzzing without mercy. Every tiny movement made it shift against my G-spot. Ethan grabbed a basket of clothes from the dryer and pretended to fold them beside me. I leaned over the machine too, pretending to sort some socks, my face flushed and my thighs pressed tight together in a desperate attempt to keep the toy from shifting too obviously.
Mark stepped into the laundry room doorway.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw us—
both of us already in here, the washer running, a basket of clothes between us.
“Oh. Hey, you two.” He looked between us, then at the running machine. “Didn’t expect anyone to be down here. Ethan, did you get my message about the files? Your mom was looking for you earlier.”
Ethan kept folding a towel with deliberate calm, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. “Yeah, Kara took them. She left a few minutes ago.”
I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice at first. The dildo pulsed hard inside me. I had to lock my knees to keep from swaying. “I—I was just helping with the laundry. Cramps again. The heat from the dryer helps a little.”
Mark’s expression softened with the usual parental concern. “Still bad? You should take something. There’s ibuprofen in the kitchen cabinet.”
“I will,” I managed. My voice came out tighter than I wanted. Inside me the toy kept vibrating on that relentless high setting. Wetness coated my inner thighs. I was terrified that if I shifted my weight even slightly, the base might slip or make a sound.
Mark lingered in the doorway a second longer, glancing at the half-folded clothes and then at my flushed face.
Then he moved, walking toward me. “You look a little overheated."
- End of Chapter -
