Freudian Homework

Brandi Love presses her stepdaughter back against the couch, all soft curves and steady hands. Elsa Jean’s eyes go wide, uncertain, then glassy with the kind of trust reserved for people who’ve never had to second-guess themselves. “You’re saying we should… actually do it?” she asks. Brandi smiles, thumb stroking the edge of Elsa’s lip. “No. I’m saying we’re going to.” Fabric slips over skin—sweaters, bras—until Brandi’s heavy breasts spill free, then drop low, brushing Elsa’s mouth. The smaller girl leans in on instinct. They both forget to breathe. Brandi leads, coaxing, guiding, until Elsa finds her way between open thighs, tongue flicking tentative and curious. Brandi watches her, one hand cradling the back of her head, breathing suddenly tighter. The praise comes out rough, part coaching, part pleasure, as her orgasm reaches hot across the girl’s tongue. A twist of bodies and Brandi is above her, full hips settling over the tiny frame. She lines them up and moves, clit dragging hard and slick over clit. Elsa whimpers, small hands scrabbling at her stepmother’s waist, trying to keep up. The sound Brandi makes is low, knowing, pleasure from above that sinks Elsa further into the couch. Later they settle across each other the other way, lips and tongues replacing fingers, and the sharp, wet sound of Brandi working is almost vulgar compared to her polish. She holds Elsa open, draws out every last ripple of it, taking it like something due.