Keep It In The Family

The stepsisters lock eyes. One bites her lower lip, the other grins. Fingers slip beneath silk, then deeper, wet heat coating every thrust. They press closer. Legs tangle. One sister spreads, the other sucks—slow at first, then hungry. Tongues circle swollen clit until the first girl trembles, thighs quivering against her face. They shift. One climbs on top, pussy grinding over thigh, slick trail left behind. She reaches back, finds the other’s opening, two fingers sliding inside. A gasp. A curse. Bodies rock in rhythm, every stroke louder, wetter. Sweat glistens on skin. One rolls her hips harder, chasing the edge. The other’s free hand slips between them, stroking both clits at once. It spikes—sharp, sudden. Moans break. The first girl comes first, gasping into her sister’s mouth. The second follows, clutching tight, muscles pulsing around fingers still deep inside. They stay pressed together, breathing heavy, still moving slow through the aftershocks.