Amiee Cambridge in Summer of Steps (Part 1)

Cory shuts the kitchen door behind her sister. ‘What did you want to talk to me about?’ she asks. Amiee fidgets in the burgundy chair, dress hitched high. ‘I’ve been trying like crazy to get pregnant and nothing works.’ She blurts it out fast, then lowers her voice. ‘My husband barely shoots anything. The doctor says it’s hopeless.’ Cory studies her for a beat. ‘I know somebody,’ she says simply. ‘Somebody with plenty.’ Amiee arches one brow. ‘Who?’ ‘Luke.’ The name hangs in the air. ‘Your step-son? That’s sick. How would you even know how much he comes?’ Cory shrugs, unapologetic. ‘Because he’s been fucking me since his dad stopped coming home.’ Amiee swallows. Heat spreads up her throat, the idea starting to settle. Cory leans closer. ‘There’s one condition. He wants your ass too. You let him have it, or he walks.’ Silence. Then Amiee nods. Slow. Certain. Cory kisses her first—deep, soft, sure. Fingers hook the neckline of Amiee’s green dress and tug until heavy tits spill free. Amiee spreads in the chair, bare cunt glistening. Cory drops to her knees and licks straight up the slit, tongue firm, then teasing. Amiee grabs the table edge and comes with a low moan, thighs shaking. Cory rises, yanks her own dress down so both full tits bounce out. Amiee latches onto a nipple, sucks hard, bites a little. Cory moans, sinks into the opposite chair, thighs wide. Amiee buries her face between them, tongue working fast and greedy until Cory bucks, thighs clamping her head while she comes loud enough to echo off the cabinets. Amiee pulls back, lips shiny. ‘God, I hope he gets here soon,’ she whispers, already pushing two fingers inside herself again.