It's Okay, We're Just STEP-Sisters! Emma Starletto & Jessie Saint

Jessie's stepsister moved to Los Angeles last year and took hold of her new life like she knew exactly what she wanted. The hip downtown loft. The girlfriend. The quiet confidence of someone no longer waiting. Jessie stepped inside her place and felt it at once—the same envy that had been gnawing at her for months. Emma was warm, generous even, when she offered to let Jessie move in. It stunned her. That kind of sweetness from the same girl she had fantasized about since they were teenagers. So she reached for her. And Emma answered with an eager mouth and hands that already knew what to do. They kissed in the middle of the living room, a slow open-mouthed blur, shirts tugged free, tongues meeting, sharing breath until it turned raw. Emma pushed Jessie against the back of the leather couch and slid her fingers past the waistband of her jeans, never breaking the kiss. Jessie moaned into her mouth when two fingers pressed inside, then deeper. They tugged clothing the rest of the way off between fierce kisses. Skin to skin now. Emma's tongue traced the curve of Jessie's breast, sucking at the taut nipple, her hand still working between Jessie's legs with long, firm strokes that made her grind down. Jessie touched her back, desperate and curious, finding how wet her stepsister already was and slipping two fingers in without hesitation. They stayed on the couch for a while, tangled and open, taking turns using their mouths between each other's thighs. Emma came first, one leg slung over the armrest, gripping Jessie's hair and rocking against her tongue. Then she laid Jessie out and gave it back—slow and hungry, lips and fingers working together, not letting up until Jessie's thighs shook around her and her breath caught into something broken and grateful. They didn't speak right away. Just stayed close, skin cooling, breathing matching.