Just How She Likes It

Candice and Kasey sit on the bed, thighs touching. Candice left months ago, and the room feels smaller without her. Kasey blurts it out: the girl she’s seeing is Jenny. Candice blinks, then laughs once, soft and real. She squeezes Kasey’s hands and says she’s glad. They talk about the things Jenny always wanted: long strokes, attention to her nipples, slow pressure on her clit until she can’t keep still. Candice offers to show. She pulls Kasey’s top over her head. Kasey’s breasts fall free, nipples already tight. Candice’s hands move with purpose. She kneads the full, heavy tits, thumbs circling until Kasey’s breath catches. Then she strips the rest away, lays her sister back, and settles between her open legs. Her tongue is patient, wet, and exact. She parts Kasey with two fingers, finds the spot Jenny used to beg for, and stays there, licking until Kasey’s hips lift and her moans fill the quiet room. When Kasey comes, Candice doesn’t stop; she keeps the rhythm light, drawing it out until Kasey is trembling and slick under her mouth.