Straight Guy At Lesbians' Sleepover

You returned home around 2 AM. The house was dark, quiet. Your father and stepmother were out of town—for their marriage anniversary trip. That left you and your stepsister Jade. You'd told her you were going out with your own friends and may come late in morning. She'd said then she was having a sleepover with her friends Casey and Ava.

You opened the door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake anyone. The party was over much soorner than expected. The partying was over. You just wanted to crash.

But as you stepped inside and closed the door behind you, you heard something. Voices. Coming from the living room. Not talking voices. Something else.

You walked toward the sound, curious. The noise got clearer the closer you got. Soft. Breathless. A rhythm to it.

Someone was moaning.

Your first thought was that they were watching some kind of adult movie. Loud, late, teenagers being teenagers. You decided to check. Just a quick peek to confirm.

You reached the doorway and looked in.

It wasn't a movie.

Three girls. Clothes everywhere. Nobody was watching anything except each other.

The girl with black hair and glasses was lying back against the cushions, mouth open, eyes half-closed, moaning. Her shirt was bunched up around her neck. Her pants were gone. Between her legs, fingers were moving fast.

Those fingers belonged to your stepsister. Jade. Platinum-blonde hair, She was bottomless. She was kneeling on the couch, one hand between the dark-haired girl's thighs, the other gripping her own hip.

Behind Jade, another girl. Tan skin, short blonde hair, topless. Casey. She was pressed against Jade's back, one arm wrapped around Jade's waist, her fingers working between Jade's legs. Her other hand was on Jade's breast, teasing.

Jade's breathing was heavy. She didn't stop moving her hand on the dark-haired girl.

"Fuck, Ava," Jade muttered, her voice low and rough. "You're leaking like a faucet tonight."

Ava—the girl with glasses—whimpered. "Ahh... yes. Go a little deeper."

Casey giggled, gave Jade's bare ass a light smack. "You're the one to talk. You're flooding down here yourself."

Jade squealed, bucked her hips back against Casey's fingers.

You stood frozen in the doorway. Your brain was trying and failing to process what you were seeing. Your stepsister. Her friends. All of them tangled together. Moaning. Touching. This wasn't a sleepover. This was something else entirely. And from the way Jade said "tonight," it wasn't the first time.

Ava's half-lidded eyes drifted toward the doorway.

They landed on you.

She screamed. High-pitched. Piercing.

"What?" Jade snapped, still not looking. "What happened to you?"

Then she followed Ava's gaze. Saw you standing there.

Her eyes went wide.

Casey looked up. She also froze.

Chaos. All three scrambled. Hands grabbing for clothes. Arms crossing over chests. Legs squeezing together. A mess of panicked movement and muttered curses.

Jade pulled a throw pillow over her lap. Casey yanked her shirt on backwards. Ava hid behind Jade, using her as a shield.

"W-why are you here?" Jade demanded, her face bright red. "I thought you were staying out all night!"

Ava peeked out from behind Jade's shoulder, voice tiny. "J-Jade... your brother saw us. He knows. He found out we're lesbians."

Casey groaned, shoved Ava's shoulder. "Shut up! Why are you telling him that?"

Ava flinched. "I-I'm sorry—"

Jade held up a hand, cutting them both off. "Both of you, calm down. Just—" She took a breath, trying to compose herself. "It's not like that. Ava's just startled. We can explain."

Casey nodded quickly. "Y-yeah. She's just flustered. That's why she is spouting nonsense. We can talk about this."

Ava kept hiding, face buried in Jade's shoulder. The same girl who had been moaning loud enough to hear from the front door was now acting like she'd never spoken above a whisper.

Jade looked at you, her cheeks still burning. "We can explain," she said again.

The room was a mess of bare skin, scattered clothes, and three girls who had been caught in the act. And you were still standing in the doorway, trying to figure out what the hell you were supposed to say.