Shower Creep

Rebel Lynns panties disappear without a trace. She rings her sister Kimmy, who drops the truth: she once caught their stepmother Elexis Monroe with a stolen pair pressed to her face, fingering herself in a stolen moment. Rebel freezes at the image of the woman who raised them lost in that private hunger. Kimmy confesses she let it happen, that one taste was all it took, and warns her sister the woman is impossible to resist. Rebel swears she is nothing like Kimmy, that she avoids those messy situations. Elexis listens from the hallway, sniffing Rebels lace while the sisters talk, the scent already slicking her fingers. Rebel strips, naked on the toilet lid, then steps toward the shower. The glass door slides back to reveal Elexis already waiting beneath the spray, eyes hungry. Rebel yelps, scolds her, calls the intrusion sick, wrong. Elexis simply steps closer, steam curling around her bare shoulders, and insists Rebel will like it once she stops thinking so hard. Her hand finds Rebels waist, then slides lower, fingertips gliding between slick folds, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate pressure. Rebel tries to back away but the tiles trap her, thighs parting almost of their own accord. Elexis drops to her knees on the wet floor, mouth open and eager, tongue flicking straight against the tender bud she craves. Rebel gasps, fingers knotting in wet hair, every protest turning into a whimper as her stepmother licks deeper, sucking and stroking until Rebels knees buckle and the orgasm crashes through her, leaving her trembling against the wall with nothing left to fight.