Peer Pressure: The Sharing Sisters

Samantha Hayes and Khloe Kapri lounge on the bed, the afternoon stretching out with nothing left to fill it. Khloe leans in, eyes bright. "What if we play a game?" she says, voice low. "Blindfold you, cover your ears, and I do whatever I want." Down the hall Jenna J Ross asks Kenzie Reeves the same idle question—what will they do with the house to themselves all weekend? Kenzie grins. "Same answer, actually." Jenna is already sold. Behind closed doors the stepsisters have staged everything. Same trick, two rooms. Khloe warns her sister when she arrives: "If Samantha finds out, we’re finished." Kenzie shrugs. "She won’t." Khloe presses her pierced nipple between Jenna’s lips. Jenna freezes. The metal is wrong; the body is wrong. She tears the blindfold away and sees Khloe’s guilty face. Jaw tight, she yanks Khloe by the ear straight into the next room, where Kenzie is already licking Samantha open. Jenna slaps the mattress. The girls jolt; Samantha rips her blindfold off. The truth settles like smoke. Jenna points a finger at Khloe. "You owe me. On your knees—now." Khloe eats like penance, tongue urgent, until Jenna comes with a sharp cry. Then Jenna storms back, hits the bed again. Both blindfolds come off for good. "You want to switch? Fine," Jenna says. "But first you fuck each other while we watch." Kenzie pulls her stepsister onto the sheets. They know this dance already—mouths, fingers, slick skin rubbing slick skin. The girlfriends sit close, breathing faster. Soon hands slide over thighs, kisses grow messy, and the room fills with the wet sounds of four bodies refusing to stay apart. If a foursome was the goal, they could’ve just asked.