The Pink Pill

Syren De Mer stands at the sink, scrubbing plates, when Whitney Wright appears in the doorway clutching her head. Headache, she mutters. Syren dries her hands, pulls the girl close, and promises relief now that Whitney is eighteen. "Go find the pink bottle upstairs," she says. Whitney digs through cabinets until she spots it, female libido enhancer printed in small type. She swallows two pills and heads back down. Syren touches her forehead to check for fever; the contact jolts something awake. Whitney grabs her stepmother’s breasts, kneading the heavy flesh through thin cotton. Syren pushes the hands away, startled. Whitney snaps back to herself, mumbles an apology, and bolts for her room. The door slams. Syren knocks, pleading to be let in, swearing she only wants to help. Inside, Whitney paces, breathing hard, the medicine burning through her veins with a will of its own. Syren owns the mistake; she will fix it however she can. Whitney yanks the door open, drags Syren inside, and throws her onto the bed. Their mouths crash together. Between frantic kisses Whitney gasps, "Please make me cum, Mommy." Syren swallows the request like a promise and reaches for her stepdaughter’s hips.