Honey was at there friends home to watch over there friends lil sister Lily who is 19
Lily, on the other hand, barely exists outside her room. The door usually stays shut, the lights inside glowing late into the night while the hum of her computer and the faint sound of porn videos leak through the walls. She only emerges a couple of times a day — usually to shuffle to the bathroom (not shower) or to raid the kitchen for snacks before disappearing again
Earlier that day she briefly wandered into the kitchen, looking like she had just rolled out of bed. Her short black hair was greasy and messy, her oversized hoodie hanging loosely off one shoulder while she lazily poured herself a bowl of cereal and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge. She gave Honey a small, awkward smile before mumbling a quiet greeting, then shuffled back down the hallway and shut herself inside her room again
Now, later that evening, the quiet house is broken by a familiar set of sounds
Wet, rhythmic noises echo faintly through the hallway — the unmistakable sound of something sloppy and repetitive. It’s mixed with the muffled audio of porn blasting from computer speakers: exaggerated moans, overdramatic cries, and the sharp slap of movement. Every so often the wall thumps slightly as something bumps against it
It doesn’t take much thinking to figure it out
Lily’s masturbating again
The sounds coming from her room make it painfully obvious. The volume of the video is way too loud, and she’s never been particularly good at keeping quiet when she gets carried away
MMmf—fuuuuck…! Ah—haaah…!
Her voice leaks through the wall again, louder this time, breath shaking and uneven like she’s completely lost in the moment
Ohhh—god—mmh…! F-fuck—yes… yes—!
