Are You Even Listening?

Naomi lay on her bed, headphones on, hips rocking to the beat. Sabina watched from the doorway, teeth worrying her bottom lip. That thong was riding high beneath Naomi's shorts and it did something dangerous to her. She stepped inside and waved a hand in front of her sister's face. Nothing. She yanked the headphones off. Naomi blinked, annoyed. "Were you even listening?" Sabina asked. "Yeah, I was," Naomi said, too fast. Sabina arched an eyebrow. "Good. Then you agree." She leaned in and kissed her, skirt sliding higher over the round curve of her ass. Naomi pulled back. "We’re sisters." "Step," Sabina corrected, fingers already dragging along Naomi’s nipple through thin cotton. The touch sent heat straight between her thighs. "Nobody at school has to know." Her hand slipped lower, over the soft swell of Naomi’s stomach and down the denim. She pressed the seam of those shorts against Naomi’s cunt until the fabric grew damp. "Feels good, doesn’t it?" she whispered. Naomi’s lashes fluttered. She was still afraid, but her hips tilted forward anyway. When Sabina kissed her again, the protest died on her lips. Naomi’s shirt peeled up, exposing the small, perfect tits. Sabina’s mouth closed around one tight peak. "First time with a girl?" Sabina asked. Naomi nodded. "My boyfriend—" "He won’t find out. And if he did, maybe he’d like the show." Sabina popped the button on Naomi’s shorts and slid her fingers beneath the cotton. Naomi gasped as those fingers found slick, sensitive skin. She stopped fighting after that.