Are We Step-Sisters?

Abella and Alina never saw it coming. They were still figuring each other out when their parents got together, suddenly sharing one house. Now every glance, every touch has to happen under the radar. The risk only makes them hungrier. In the dim hallway, Abella backs Alina against the wall, her hand slipping between open legs to find her already slick. Two fingers slide in, slow and deep, drawing a shaky breath from Alina’s parted lips. Blonde hair brushes brunette skin as Abella leans in, teeth grazing a neck marked with small, dark tattoos. The house is quiet. Their parents are somewhere downstairs. Neither girl cares. Alina’s hips rock forward, riding the steady rhythm, natural tits rising and falling with each quick gasp. They move faster, biting back moans, sweat catching on smooth skin, the forbidden thrill sharpening every thrust.