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 cock 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 pussy 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...