Call Me My Sister's Name

She raps on the door before letting herself in. Jill lies sprawled across the sheets with her fingers buried inside herself. The sound yanks her hand away fast, voice snapping for Elsa to leave. The teenager, 4'10" and stubborn, reads distress where there is none. Carter's gone. Jill's half-dressed and flushed from an unfinished orgasm. Elsa, missing her older sister that deeply, launches forward and clings. Jill mutters against soft blond hair, feeling the press of two small breasts against her own, and softly pats the girl's back. The pat becomes a stroke, then Elsa presses closer and whispers for Jill to call her Tiffany. Jill stiffens, the word already tasting forbidden, tries once more to push the girl toward the hallway. Elsa peels her tee straight off and stands cupping her bare chest like an offering. Jill catches a tiny nipple between finger and thumb without meaning to; skin tightens against her touch. One more second and Elsa has Jill's tank lifted, mouth closing around a brown nipple. Jill hears herself moan low, still saying she should not. The girl's hand slips under lace panties slick with sweat, finds Jill's swollen folds and simply claims them. Jill raises her hips so the panties can slide free. A hot tongue slides flat along her clit; the girl is sworn to secrecy by quiet promise and quick tongue work. Then the phone rings. Carter's voice fills the silence, sticky and full of need. Jill mouths liar, says she's fine, untouched, feels Elsa's tongue circle harder while she tells the same lie twice. She hangs up fast, pulls Elsa's mouth up to hers and tastes herself. Elsa straddles, grinds her bare sex against wet heat until Jill pulses twice, calling Carter's name through the climax. Small blond hips never stop moving. Now Jill's tongue is deeper, licking bottom to clit, and Elsa shifts until Jill can seal over her hole. The rim of it spasms. Jill draws circles around Elsa's small opening with slick fingers. Elsa lets loose, thighs shaking over Jill's face, breath forced through clenched teeth. Neither girl moves until breathing steadies. Only then Jill notices Carter's picture still lit on the nightstand.