April Fools Step Uncle Criss, No Sex for You! (Part 1)

Kyler sat on the edge of her bed and spun her phone between two fingers. Her step-sister Molly Mae paced the floor in the smallest tank top she owned, nipples pushing through cotton. "He keeps telling us we’re grown now. Let’s see if he can still look us in the eye once he’s in our mouths," she said. Molly laughed, low and sharp. Both girls knew exactly how long their uncle had been staring at thighs spreading out of too-short shorts, how his eyes kept jumping back whenever either of them bent to grab something off the bottom shelf. They sent the first text at lunch. Just a picture of two pairs of pretty feet tangled in his sheets with the caption "April Fools, Uncle Jack… or is it?" Three dots appeared, vanished, reappeared. No answer. Kyler peeled her shirt off and snapped another, this time bare skin against bare skin, nothing hidden. Molly’s hand rested inside her step-sister’s thigh, fingers not quite touching pink. "Meet us in the garage after mom leaves. We want to see if you really can handle it." Send. Kyler slipped the shorts down, panties already damp, and held the camera lower. The next picture framed everything: the soft split of her lips, a little shine catching the light, Molly’s fingers just brushing her clit. Molly typed one line beneath it. "Last chance to call us liars." She hit send before they could second-guess themselves, then crawled between Kyler’s knees to make the third picture real. The garage door light flicked on downstairs, heavy steps on concrete. The girls didn’t pull apart. They smiled straight into the lens and waited.