Sister Stories: First Date

Riley Anne steps out in a slick black one-piece, the fabric stretched over her hips like a second skin. Piper Perri leans in with a brush, finishes the last sweep of liner, and kisses her cheek for luck. Riley leaves looking untouchable. Hours later she returns, lip trembling. One look and Piper knows the night went sideways. She follows her into the bedroom. Riley admits the rapper pushed for a blowjob on the curb, and Piper’s mouth tightens. “That useless prick.” She pulls Riley close, fingers tracing her jaw, admiring the blue of her eyes. “You were wasted on him.” Riley laughs it off, claims Piper’s only saying it because they share a roof. Piper answers with her mouth—soft at first, then urgent—pressing her stepsister back onto the mattress. Riley gasps, startled, but Piper pins her wrists. “I want you to feel what it’s like when someone actually wants you.” Riley whispers about their parents down the hall; Piper hushes her with a kiss and promises it stays between them. Riley’s resistance melts into soft moans as Piper peels the dress away, hands and tongue proving what the boy never could. In the hush afterward, Riley realizes she should’ve stayed home all along.