Comforting My Sister

Kenzie Reeves sits in the living room when a soft crying drifts down from upstairs. She finds Riley Anne curled on the bed, eyes wet. Riley admits her boyfriend dumped her for refusing sex; she simply wasn’t attracted to him. Kenzie asks whether she prefers girls. Riley insists she isn’t gay. Kenzie reassures her, promising the safest first experience would be with her own stepsister. Riley hesitates, but nods. Kenzie kisses her. The touch is gentle, then firmer, and Riley’s breathing quickens. They kiss again while Kenzie peels off Riley’s top, baring her small natural tits. She lowers her mouth, tongue circling one pale nipple until Riley arches, hungry for more. When they switch, Kenzie feels Riley suck with unexpected skill, tongue flicking, drawing quick, sharp pleasure. Clothes fall. Bare skin meets bare skin. Their fingers slide between spread thighs, finding slick heat. Riley gasps at the first careful thrust, then pushes back for deeper. Kenzie’s blonde hair brushes her belly as she works her fingers faster. Riley’s hips rise to meet each stroke until her quiet moans turn to ragged cries, her whole body trembling under her stepsister’s hand.