Lika's Plan

Lika knows what keeps her stepsister awake at night. One secret threatens to leak and Tory folds every time, giving in to whatever Lika wants. Tonight it's the usual routine. Lika stretches out on the leather couch and kicks her shoes off. Her soles are damp from the long day in heels. Tory kneels and cups one foot first, thumbs pressing firm lines under the ball, then along the arch. Lika hums softly when Tory leans down and slides her warm tongue between each toe, licking away the light salt of skin and leather. When both feet are slick and shining, Tory crawls higher. She pushes the hem of Lika's silk slip upward until the pale skin of her thighs shows. Tory's mouth finds her already wet. She presses open, slow licks along the folds, then dips deeper, nose pressed against the soft thatch above. Lika's hand rests lightly on the back of Tory's head, guiding the rhythm. Tory's lips shine, breath hot against slick skin. Every so often Lika lifts Tory's chin so their mouths meet. The kiss tastes like her own body. Tory keeps obedient, never stopping until Lika sighs low and lets her finally pull back. They both know the price of refusing.