My Stepsister's Girlfriend

Jenna J Ross sat on her bed trying to study until her stepsister interrupted her. Katie strolled in with Chanell Heart, introduced her as her partner, and Jenna slammed her textbook shut. She scowled at the word. Her mother would never approve. Chanell bristled and offered to leave if she wasn’t welcome, but Jenna wasn’t about to let her friend humiliate Katie. She begged Katie to speak to their mom before dinner, her voice rising until Katie dragged Chanell out and shut the door. In their bedroom Chanell vented, calling Jenna a bitch. Katie promised dinner would smooth over. They kissed, peeling clothes away. Neither noticed Jenna outside the door, fingers already inside her panties. She watched Chanell’s tongue trace Katie’s nipples, heard every wet sound, and her own breathing grew shallow. Chanell smirked against Katie’s mouth. “Maybe we should invite her in to stop the drama.” She opened the door and caught Jenna red-handed, glistening fingers between her thighs. “Why so wet?” Chanell cupped Jenna’s cunt, slid two fingers through the slick heat, and felt her clench. Jenna stammered excuses until Chanell pulled her inside, threw her onto the bed, and shoved her knees apart. Katie pinned Jenna’s wrists while Chanell’s mouth sealed over her clit, sucking slow and firm. Fingers sank in—Chanell’s, Katie’s, both—stretching her open, curling until Jenna’s hips jerked. Every stroke sent another rush of slick down her crack. She bucked, begged, and finally admitted the truth that had lived inside her the whole time: she’d always been a lesbian.