Linda looked up, locking her eyes onto mine while keeping her hands resting on my thighs. Under the warm spray of the shower, her face was completely flushed.​"Bima... can I touch it?" Linda asked, her voice sounding a bit husky.​I stayed quiet for a second, keeping my eyes glued to her wet lips. My heart was fucking pounding, demanding some real action. Without saying a word, I just gave her a slow nod.​Linda smiled faintly. Her soft fingers started moving, wrapping tightly around my rock-hard shaft. She stroked it slowly, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. The friction from her wet hands under the warm water created this insane sensation that made me hold my breath. A few minutes passed in intense silence, with only the sound of the shower water splashing against the marble floor.​Suddenly, Linda leaned her face forward. She parted her petite lips and slowly started taking the head of my dick into her mouth.​"Mmhh..." Linda groaned softly as her lips wrapped completely arou

​"Bima, if you need anything or if you're not feeling well, just let me know. My room is upstairs," Maurel said, her voice sounding incredibly soft and sweet.​I didn't dare say too much because I was fucking terrified she’d catch on to my heavy, ragged breathing. I could only manage a stiff nod while forcing a faint smile onto my face. "Yeah, Rel. Thanks a lot."​Maurel smiled back, turned her slender body around, and walked casually across the dining room floor toward the stairs. The moment her footsteps faded away and the sound of her stepping up the stairs vanished, I let out a massive breath that I’d been holding in my chest the whole fucking time.​I immediately looked under the dining table. Behind the hanging tablecloth, Linda was still kneeling on the cold marble floor. She looked up, her face completely flushed, with a trail of wet spit still smudged at the corner of her parted lips. Instead of feeling guilty for almost getting us fucking busted, she just grinned widely at m

​"Bima, sorry to bother you this late," Maurel said, her voice sounding incredibly soft and polite.​I lowered my phone a bit and glanced over at her. "Oh, hey, Maurel. No, it's fine. What's up, Rel?"​"Well, I’ve got this college assignment that’s completely fucking breaking my brain. Mind helping me check it out?" Maurel asked as she walked closer to my bed.​My eyes accidentally locked onto what she was wearing tonight. Maurel was only wearing a thin gray tank top with absolutely no fucking bra underneath. The stretchy, tight fabric hugged her body perfectly, making her hard, erect nipples poke through and print themselves clear as day against the cloth. As for her bottoms, she was just wearing a pair of incredibly short jersey shorts that showed off her entire legs all the way up to her clean, smooth thighs.​I cleared my throat slightly, trying to look back at my phone screen for a second to clean up my fucking thoughts. "Rel, don't you have any clothes that cover up a bit more w

​"Ah, I wasn't eavesdropping, May. I just happened to walk past your room because I was heading downstairs to grab a drink," I said, trying to pull off the most innocent face possible while keeping my voice polite.​Fuck me, she caught me red-handed, I muttered anxiously in my head.​Maya didn't buy it for a second. She took a step forward, cornering me until my back hit the wardrobe behind me. She looked up, flashing a faint, teasing smirk on her wet lips.​"If you just happened to walk past, why were you standing outside my door for so long? Maurel said your ear was practically glued to the wood," Maya pressed in a deeply seductive voice, blinking slowly as she stared straight into my eyes. "Just admit it, Bima. You heard something from inside, didn't you?"​I swallowed hard, realizing that lying my way out of this would only make me look like a fucking idiot. Her thin nightgown shifted slightly, revealing the curve of her chest heaving up and down from her ragged breathing.​"Yeah,

​"Bima, get the fuck in the bathroom! Hide there!" Maya whispered in a tiny, frantically intense voice. Her hand pointed straight toward the frosted glass door in the corner of her room.​I didn't waste a single second talking back. Taking dead-silent steps, I rushed into the bathroom, slipped inside, and shut the door carefully as fuck until it made a tiny click.​From behind the slightly cracked bathroom door, I could hear Maya taking a massive, deep breath to steady her vocal cords before she walked over to unlock her bedroom door.​Click.​"Yeah, Mom. What's up? I was just about to turn off the nightlight," Maya said, her voice sounding as soft and polite as possible, trying to hide the fact that she was still breathing a little heavy.​My stepmother took a step into the room. "Maya, have you seen Bima? I just checked his room next door, but it's completely empty and the lights are off. He's not in there."​Hearing Mom's question from outside, my body went completely rigid in the