Say Yes To The Sex

Krystal Davis stands at the edge of the hotel suite, eyes fixed on her stepdaughter. Kimmy turns slowly in front of the long mirror, the last dress still clinging to her frame. This one is different—simple silk, high slit running up her thigh, the fabric barely covering the small curve of her breasts. Krystal feels the old pull return, sharp and immediate. She crosses the room. Her hands settle on Kimmy’s waist, fingers spreading over the silk. Kimmy doesn’t step away. Krystal’s mouth finds the side of her neck, then lower, sliding the thin straps from her shoulders. The dress drops. Kimmy’s small breasts come into view, nipples already tight. Krystal cups them, thumbs moving in slow circles until Kimmy exhales and leans back. They move to the couch without speaking. Krystal eases Kimmy down, kneels between her open thighs. She parts the soft lips with two fingers, finds her wet, and pushes in. Kimmy’s hips lift to meet each stroke. Her breath breaks into short sounds. Krystal watches her face, adds a third finger when Kimmy asks for it, curls them until Kimmy’s back arches and her legs tremble around Krystal’s wrist. The older woman leans in, mouth covering Kimmy’s, swallowing every moan while her hand works her through the finish.