Kaid’s Peek

Chapter 1: Forbidden Glances

Kaid’s boots scuffed against the tiled kitchen floor as he dropped his college bag with a thud. The day had been a slog—lectures, deadlines, and the usual bullshit—but the sound of laughter, low and sultry, sliced through his fatigue like a blade. It was coming from the living room, where his mum, Sharla, and her old uni friend, Rachel, were clearly up to something. Their voices dripped with a kind of intimacy that made the hairs on his neck stand up.

He meant to just poke his head in, say a quick hello, and retreat to his room. But as he neared the doorway, a sharp gasp froze him in place. 'God, your tits feel even better now than they did at uni,' Rachel’s voice purred, thick with lust. A wet, deliberate *smack* followed—lips crashing, tongues tangling. Kaid’s gut twisted. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t even be *thinking* about looking.

But the door was cracked open, just enough. Through the sliver, he saw them—Sharla, his own damn mum, straddling Rachel’s thigh, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her pert ass. Rachel’s hands were everywhere—one tangled in Sharla’s blouse, popping buttons with reckless hunger, the other slipping between her own bronzed thighs, teasing herself with slow, deliberate strokes.

'Mmm, you love this, don’t you?' Rachel taunted, nipping at Sharla’s bottom lip with a wicked grin.

Sharla’s moan was high, desperate, and unapologetic. 'Fuck, those greedy fingers—Jamie never touches you like this, does he?'

Kaid’s pulse slammed in his throat, heat creeping up his neck. He took a shaky step back, clearing his throat louder than necessary. The rustling stopped abruptly. By the time he nudged the door open, both women were flushed, breathless, but somehow *decent*—skirts smoothed down, blouses hastily buttoned. Rachel’s piercing glinted through the thin fabric of her top, and Sharla’s eyes darted away, her cheeks burning. A dark, glistening patch on the sofa betrayed what he’d almost walked in on.

'Oh! Kaid, love, you’re back early—' Sharla’s voice cracked, her usual confidence fraying at the edges.

Rachel smirked, not even bothering to hide the mischief in her gaze. 'Didn’t hear you come in, kid. Sneaky little bastard, aren’t you?'

Kaid muttered something about needing a drink, his ears scorching as he bolted back to the kitchen. He gripped the counter, trying to shake the image of their tangled bodies from his mind. But their whispers started up again, bolder now, as if they knew he was still within earshot.

'You think he saw?' Sharla hissed, her tone a mix of worry and thrill.

Rachel’s laugh was low, dangerous. 'Let him. Might teach the boy something. Bet he’s already hard just thinking about it.'

Kaid’s breath hitched. He shouldn’t go back. He *couldn’t*. But his feet moved anyway, edging closer to the door, his heart pounding as he peered through the gap once more. They weren’t even pretending to be subtle now—Rachel’s hand was under Sharla’s skirt, fingers working with ruthless precision, while Sharla’s head tipped back, her lips parted in a silent cry. The air was thick with their heat, their panting, and Kaid knew he was seconds away from witnessing something he’d never be able to unsee.