Sister Stories: Don't Steal My Clothes!

Eliza Jane stormed into her stepsister's room and found her missing clothes scattered across the bed. Heat flushed through her. When Kenna walked in, Eliza didn't bother with small talk. She demanded an answer. Kenna rolled her eyes, told her she was losing it. Eliza climbed onto the bed, legs straddling Kenna's hips, her voice dropping low as she lectured about boundaries and sharing. Kenna tried pushing her off but Eliza caught her wrists and pinned them. The first kiss landed hard. Tongues met. Clothes came off in quick, angry tugs. Eliza's mouth closed over one bare nipple, then the other, sucking until Kenna's breath stuttered. She yanked Kenna's pants down, spread her thighs, and buried her face between them, tongue working deep and fast. Kenna gasped protests that dissolved into moans. It was wrong, every second of it, but the pleasure made her hips lift anyway. When it was over, both knew the rules between them had shifted for good.