Be Polite To Our Guest, Young Lady!

Kendra wants the house immaculate before Penny arrives. She tells Kimmy to clean the living room. Kimmy whines. Kendra mentions their deal from last term: low grades bought a week of chores, plus unrestricted touch whenever she bent down to work. Kimmy rolls her eyes yet keeps her promise. She picks up the duster. Kendra lingers close. Every flick of Kimmy’s wrist, every tilt forward in those shorts, tightens the hunger in her stare. Hands soon stray—first a squeeze on the waist, then the hem of a top coaxed upward. Kimmy strips piece by piece. When she drops onto hands and knees, ass high, Kendra sits on the couch and parts her legs. Kimmy lays the duster down and crawls between. The door opens. Penny walks in. Shock never registers. Kendra waves her over to stay for coffee. While they talk, Kimmy licks her stepmother in slow, wet strokes. Penny’s cup never shakes. Heat pools between her own thighs as she watches the girl’s tongue move in steady rhythm. By the time Penny leaves, she already knows whose house she’ll visit next—and what kind of “chore list” she’ll bring.