Sneaky Sisters

Carter slipped through the window like a thief. Lily waited on the bed, arms crossed. 'Mom and Dad are tearing up the streets looking for you,' she hissed. Carter smirked. 'Then cover for me. Tell them I never left.' Lily stared her down. 'I'm done lying for you. Where the hell were you?' Silence stretched. Then Carter admitted it. 'With my girlfriend.' Lily blinked. 'You're a lesbian?' A long pause, then softer: 'I've always wondered about girls. Never had the balls.' Carter stepped closer. 'Let me teach you. You lie for me tonight, and I'll show you everything.' Lily hesitated, blood hot. 'We're sisters.' 'Stepsisters,' Carter corrected, already reaching for her shirt. Lily didn't fight it. Carter kissed hard, tongue sliding deep. Lily answered just as hungry. Their clothes came off in frantic tugs. Carter slowed only to check Lily's face before each new move—fingers, mouth, hips grinding wet. She showed her slow circles on a clit, how to press a tongue lower until Lily gasped, and the slick grind of cunt on cunt. When they finally collapsed, Lily knew every trick Carter had to give.