Family Secrets

Amara storms into Raven's office, chest heaving, set to settle scores with the woman sleeping around behind her father's back. Raven cuts her meeting short. The photos hit the desk: Raven on her knees, mouth wet, thighs parted around another woman's face. She studies the images, then sits beside Amara and drops every pretence. She loves Amara’s father dearly, but they live as companions, trading freedom for honesty; his brand of honesty involves padded costumes and a leather collar whenever his wife slips out the door. Amara’s cheeks burn, and the disappointment threatens to crack her open. Raven pulls her close, one hand stroking soothing lines down her back. The comfort morphs. Raven presses her thigh between Amara’s, finds the heat already pooling. She slides fingers beneath lace, swipes them over a slick, swollen clit. Two strokes and Amara shudders, breath sharp, hips canting forward for more. Raven drops between her stepdaughter’s spread legs, tongue flattening over that flooded cunt. Each slow lick makes Amara drip down Raven’s chin until the girl’s fingers knot in Raven’s hair and pull. When Amara comes, the moan leaves her raw. She drags Raven up, shoves the older woman back against the desk, and buries her face between Raven’s thighs. Raven’s taste is thick, sharp, addictive; Amara licks through every fold until Raven bucks, thighs clamping tight around her head, a curse spilling out as the climax hits. Both women fall back, skin glistening, pulses finally easing.