H-Hey, Th-That Tickles...!

Sunlight spills across the bed. Eliza is still tucked under the covers, warm, unmoving. Lexi steps in, ready to wake her stepdaughter. Eliza mumbles a lazy protest. Weekend or not, Lexi means to get her moving. Lexi’s fingers find Eliza’s ribs. A sudden jolt. The brunette twists, toes curling hard, belly flashing as her shirt rides up. Lexi keeps at it, light strokes turning into firm presses. Eliza gasps, hips jerking, and then heat blooms between her legs. Lexi glances down. Eliza’s panties cling dark and soaked. A fresh pulse of wetness surges out, drenching the cotton. Eliza freezes, cheeks burning. Lexi’s smile softens. She smooths damp hair from her stepdaughter’s forehead and whispers that it’s natural, healthy, something to learn. Eliza nods, breath shallow. Lexi slips beneath the sheets. Fingers trace the slick fabric, then ease inside. Eliza’s back arches at the first firm stroke. Lexi’s other hand works her swollen clit, steady circles that draw out sharp cries. Every thrust of Lexi’s fingers sends fresh gushes spilling across the sheets. Eliza rocks into the pressure, learning the rhythm, learning how to let go without shame. Each new rush leaves her trembling, nipples tight beneath the thin shirt, thighs wide, cunt throbbing around her stepmother’s hand.