Stepsister Solidarity

Penny steps into the bedroom with a laundry basket and stops cold. The strap-on rests in plain view on the dresser. She stares, picks it up, and spins on the two girls on the bed. "Whose is this?" No answer. Just grins. Penny snaps that she’ll stripe both asses if no one claims it. They dare her, eyes bright. She hauls Liz across her lap first, skirt flipped, palm cracking hard against bare skin. Liz hisses but pushes back for more, moaning loud enough to mock. Jill watches, biting her lip, then takes the same treatment without a single flinch. The paddle lands heavier each time. The room fills with sharp slaps and wet, eager noises. Finally Penny grabs the toy, slides it on, and pushes Liz onto her hands and knees. She sinks in slow, watches the toy disappear, then speeds up until every thrust knocks a yelp out of Liz. Jill crawls closer, still teasing, until Penny drags her down too, switching between them while the girls laugh and goad her, breath hot and words filthy. The three of them move together now, sharp little cries and heavier breaths overlapping, nobody backing down.