Story Excerpt

She told me not to touch. But watching? That was never off-limits. My stepmother knows when I’m looking, during her yoga, past an open bathroom door, or when she thinks she’s alone. And she doesn’t hide. Her behavior becomes bolder. Mine does too. We never cross the line. But we both get something from the attention. This is a slow-burn story of boundaries tested, filled with teasing, private moments, and the thrill of being seen. No contact. But very explicit mutual scenes of voyeurism, exhibitionism and self-play with company.