Out Of Hot Water

Kylie and Lexi kept sneaking looks at each other, but the open-door rule turned every move into a gamble. Penny wouldn't budge. They'd tried hiding in bedrooms, closets, even the laundry room once, and every time they got busted. Lexi’s place wasn’t any better—her folks had radar in the walls. So Kylie cooked up a trick. “Go hide in the bathroom. I’ll make her think you left,” she whispered. Lexi nodded and slipped away. Kylie stood at the sink, ran the water, and yelled that she’d be taking a shower. Penny called back something about dinner and kept scrolling her phone. Lexi waited behind the bathroom door, heart knocking. Kylie stepped in, locked it, and the second the latch clicked the girls were on each other—hands under shirts, giggles muffled against shoulders, mouths chasing skin. They never actually stripped down for the water, just left it running loud while they tumbled on the bath mat, bodies sliding, legs tangled. Ten minutes later Penny’s patience ran out. She shoved the door and caught them mid-gasp, clothes scattered, skin flushed. Her eyebrows jumped. “You two are burning the whole tank because you couldn’t wait fifteen minutes?” She snapped the water off, pointed into the hall, and ordered them forward. Penny’s palm was still hot from the spanks when the sting climbed her wrist. Heat pooled low and she caught herself staring at the marks she’d left. “Look, if you’re gonna screw around anyway,” she said, voice tight, “at least do it where I can see you’re being safe. Come on. Bed. Now.” The girls traded quick smirks, but neither argued.