Sometimes A Book Changes Everything

Kimmy found the old book hidden behind a stack of photo albums. One page told her everything she needed to know—Aubrey wasn’t her sister after all. The news hit low in her stomach and turned into heat between her legs. She checked the facts twice, then set her sights on Aubrey. The younger girl was reading on the couch, knees tucked up, completely unaware of what was coming. Kimmy dropped down beside her, slid the book into Aubrey’s lap, and waited. Aubrey’s face went from confused to pink in seconds. She whispered that it didn’t change how she felt, that it still felt wrong. Kimmy leaned in anyway, lips brushing the shell of her ear while her fingers traced slow circles on Aubrey’s bare thigh. Each soft objection melted into a shaky breath. Aubrey tried to stay still, but the first lick across her clit made her hips jump. Kimmy held her open, tongue steady and slow, tasting every new tremble. Aubrey’s small, surprised cries only pushed Kimmy harder; her own thighs pressed together as she licked deeper. When Aubrey’s fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her closer, Kimmy moaned against her. She slipped two fingers inside and worked them in time with her tongue until Aubrey came hard, thighs shaking around her ears. Only then did Kimmy let herself fall apart, grinding against the edge of the couch while Aubrey’s shaky hand reached down to help. They stayed tangled on the cushions, breathing hard, the open book lying forgotten on the floor.