Squirting Stories: Part Four

Serena slips back into her old room and freezes. Gabi lies spread open on the mattress, hips jerking, clear liquid bursting out in tight arcs each time her fingers slam down. The sheets are dark and heavy where they’ve soaked. Serena licks her lips, heat pooling low, remembering the text she’d received that morning: “Hall pass. Juice her.” When Gabi scrambles for cover, Serena lifts her shirt and lets her breasts spill free. Gabi’s protest dies in her throat. Serena steps in, grips her step-sister’s trembling thighs, and buries her mouth where the fountain still spurts. They grind, scissor, slide slick bodies across each other until every thrust produces another gush. The bed creaks. The mattress swims. Gabi comes again—shuddering, spraying across Serena’s belly. In the dark, Serena thinks, new little sister might just drown her with this gift.