Closer to Home

Jill Kassidy bounced down the driveway to her mailbox and yanked it open. The letter sat inside, crisp, waiting. She carried it inside, dropped onto the couch, but her fingers stayed still on the flap. She took a breath, then tore the envelope open. Her stepmother, Kendra James, walked in, sat beside her, and leaned close while Jill read. Jill looked up, face split wide, and said she had been accepted to Alaskan University. Kendra's mouth tightened. Alaska was too far, she said, and they had already agreed Jill would stay nearby. A community college would let her ease into things while still close to her stepmom. Jill shook her head. Alaskan University had the best program in her field, and she wanted a strong start. Kendra pushed, offering to buy her a car if she changed her mind. Jill stayed firm. Kendra leaned nearer. Her lashes fluttered. "Wouldn’t you miss us?" she whispered, stroking Jill's arm, then hiked her skirt, slid her panties aside, and showed the bare, smooth folds between her thighs. Jill stared, lip caught between her teeth. "Wouldn’t you miss your stepmother's love?" Kendra breathed. Jill answered without words. She dropped to her knees, tongue flicking straight to Kendra’s swollen clit, licking fast. Kendra moaned. Wet sounds rose as Jill slid two fingers into the tight cunt and fucked her deep. Kendra cried out, thighs shaking. Later, Kendra stripped Jill bare, settled between spread legs, and pressed her mouth to the slick little slit she knew so well. She would do anything to keep Jill close.