Your Stepsister's In Charge

Penny Barber pauses at the door, coat half on, and tells Summer Col to mind her older stepsister. Summer nods without much enthusiasm. The moment the lock clicks, Aften Opal changes. She stands taller, voice sharpened, claiming everything Summer does now falls under her command. Summer sighs, strips when told, hips moving in a slow, reluctant rhythm while Aften watches. Her skin warms under the stare. Aften slides forward, lifts her own shirt, pushes a nipple between Summer’s lips. Summer sucks and licks, tongue working, both of them breathing faster. Aften lies back and tugs Summer on top. Summer’s mouth finds wet heat; Aften’s tongue meets her between parted legs. They move together, slick sounds rising. Aften disappears down the hall and returns wearing a harness, the strap thick and jutting. She bends Summer over, lines the head up and pushes in deep. Summer gasps at the stretch. Aften thrusts, hips snapping, pace rising. The front door opens. Penny stands there, keys still in hand. She watches for one long second, then steps forward. Aften is pulled from the harness, clothes tugged away. Penny nods at Summer. Together they press Aften down, hands and mouths turning her own game against her—slow, deliberate, relentless.