Fam Fiction

Alina Lopez and London River go through the motions of their familiar morning. A kiss, a smile, coffee in hand. London slips out the door for work and Alina takes the laptop to finish an assignment. What she finds instead is a hidden folder crammed with stories London has written, each one hotter than the last. The latest has Alina pinned beneath her step-mother, tasting her, obeying every filthy command. She reads faster, pulse skipping, the words leaving nothing to imagination. London comes back moments later, needs the computer, sees Alina’s flushed face, and freezes. The lie dies on her tongue. Alina stands. Curious. Decided. She closes the gap, mouths London’s lips, draws a shaky breath from her. Clothes drop in seconds. London finds herself on the couch, thighs spread, while Alina sucks hard on her nipples, fingers already slick between them. Then tongues replace fingers, and the taste of each other fills the room. Alina moans into London’s cunt like she’s been starving for it, hips rocking against her mother’s greedy mouth. London’s best lines never came close to this heat.