Behave Yourself

Angela found Jenny sprawled across her bed in nothing but a silk tank. Music thumped so hard the walls shook. She leaned in, knuckles tight on the doorframe. "Can you kill the noise already?" Jenny sat up slow. A smirk. She turned the knob halfway. The sound stayed loud. "It's my room, stepsister." Angela stepped inside. Jenny stood. Close. Breath hot. The volume stayed up. Words sharpened fast. Shoulders brushed. Then hands. Angela pushed first. Jenny shoved back harder, catching Angela's wrist. Angela caught Jenny's hair. A gasp slipped out. Skin flushed. Both panting. Angela's fingers slipped lower, under silk. Jenny stilled, then answered by biting her lip and dragging Angela onto the mattress. Tongues met quick. A sharp laugh. Fingers beneath fabric. Wet, open. Jenny's knee slid between Angela's thighs. Angela rocked down hard. Breath caught. Jenny bit her shoulder and pushed two fingers inside. Thrusts, slow and deep. Angela whimpered, forehead to forehead. They found rhythm. Nothing soft left. Jenny's other hand pinned Angela's wrists above her head. Angela came shaking. Then she reached down, thumb circling Jenny's clit until she broke too. Sweat cooled. Music played on. Neither reached for the volume.