The Magic Diary

Scarlett found her aunt’s diary in the pile of old books. One fell open when she wasn’t looking. A few scribbled pages later she learned exactly what those ink lines could do. Tonight she’s alone with Syren, and every warning she should heed makes her bolder. She writes the want straight onto the page—her stepmother aching so hard she can’t wait for her husband. Minutes later Syren pushes the bedroom door open, flushed and breathing through her teeth, canceling dinner because she needs relief she can’t name. Scarlett slides behind her, runs fingertips down Syren’s spine until the older woman shivers, then presses soft kisses to the swell of her breasts. Syren whispers one last plea about consequences; Scarlett catches a nipple between gentle teeth and the argument dies. She strips off her own shirt, lets Syren’s palms cover her smaller tits, and the woman’s last restraint slips. Tongue slick and careful, Scarlett works down the center of Syren’s cunt, tasting every slick fold until Syren’s hips jerk and she comes in quiet, broken pulses. Then she flips them, spreads her stepdaughter open, and returns the favor, lapping and sucking until Scarlett shudders hard against her mouth. They keep trading until both bodies are flushed, mouths swollen, thighs sticky with the wet evidence of too many rushed, forbidden climaxes.