Mail-Order Mommy

Katya Rodriguez hates her dad's new bride. Mckenzie Lee is stunning, sure, but Katya is convinced the woman only married for the money. Her father never started a trust fund for her, so why would he suddenly give one to a stranger? Katya digs through drawers, hunts every lead, and finally spots a bank paper stashed away. She waves it in Mckenzie's face, already smug. Then Mckenzie explains: the account is in Katya's name. The step-mother talked her father into setting the fund up because she knew how much it mattered. Heat floods Katya's cheeks. She mumbles an apology, but honesty slips out next: she was jealous. Jealous that her father gets to touch Mckenzie. Jealous of the curves under that dress, of the low, steady voice. She wants to make it right. Mckenzie watches her for a moment, then pulls her in. Clothes fall fast. Mckenzie's full breasts press against Katya's small ones as their mouths meet, warm and wet. Fingers slide down, part slick folds, push inside. Katya gasps, then drops between Mckenzie's thighs, tongue working, tasting. They switch, twist, grind, each licking until the other's hips jerk and moans spill free. The tension snaps; pleasure takes its place. Now they know exactly how their new family can get along.