Little Sis

Sophia got ready for her night. She needed Carter's help and, finally, confessed she was drawn to women. Carter smiled, leaning in, wanting every detail about this hidden lover. The small talk around lipsticks didn't fool her. Her little sister was asking for something deeper, something physical. Carter set the brush down and took her hand. She led Sophia to the bed and showed her. Slow at first. How to taste. How to open thighs wider and trust what her body wanted. Carter's mouth on Sophia's skin taught better than words. She held nothing back: how to press with her tongue, when to push two fingers in, and how to keep going when the shaking started. Sophia gasped and clung. Carter kept guiding, voice low, telling her what came next. By the time they finished, Sophia knew more than lipstick. She knew how to make another woman come.