Two step sisters visit the therapist

Two stepsisters marched into Alex Chance's office still seething over the bouncer's fists. One nursed a split lip; the other clutched a bent phone. Alex watched them glare across the room, shoulders square, chests rising too fast. Then her smile curled. "Some friendships need reminders," she murmured before the door clicked shut. Alex leaned back, legs parted, skirt riding high enough to show she wore nothing beneath. She made both girls sit on the narrow couch, knees brushing. "People forget kisses every day," she whispered, voice like slow honey. "You need a better one." She didn't wait for permission. Alex pulled the nearest girl into her lap, threading one hand through her hair, the other sliding between warm thighs. Lips brushed first, tentative, then opened. Their tongues met, wet and eager, a hush of suction, the soft click of teeth. The second girl watched with shallow breath, heat spreading between her legs, panties already clinging to swollen folds. "Again," Alex ordered, now drawing the other sister close. This kiss spilled deeper. Alex guided one tongue to trace the rim of the other girl's mouth before diving in, tasting the tiny shiver each time her palm brushed over hard, aching nipples through flimsy fabric. Hands slid under skirts now. Moist heat pressed against fingers; slick rolled down inner thighs. Alex worked circles over clits that throbbed like pulses under a thumb. She broke away just long enough to strip them both. The couch creaked as the sisters faced each other again—flushed cheeks, hard peaks, glistening heat between opened legs. Alex joined them, pressing bare breasts to their backs, murmuring filthy instructions into each ear: kiss harder here, lick slower there, learn to tug until the gasping catches. Three mouths met, a wet tangle of spit and breath. Tongues lavished stiff clits; the air turned thick with musk and moans. Fingers buried knuckles-deep, turning gasps into broken pleas. One sister's thighs shook around Alex's wrist; the other trembled against a relentless tongue that refused mercy. They came with sharp cries—bodies jerking, wetness spilling. Afterwards, their anger dissolved in the stickiness and sweat. Alex rose, satisfied, pressed a soft final kiss to each swollen mouth, and watched the girls smile like they'd just found what they'd lost.