The Moon Keeps Our Secret

Amirah and Zazie shared more than blood ties. Nights spent pressed against each other revealed how far their hunger reached. Zazie’s hips would roll slowly under Amirah’s mouth, while her fingers tangled in Amirah’s dark hair, guiding every lick with soft, desperate moans. Amirah’s tongue traced slow, slick circles over her step-sister’s clit before slipping inside her wet cunt, tasting the sweetness that always made her light-headed. When Zazie left the farm, the absence sliced Amirah open. The ache for that soft, eager pussy never dulled. She broke every oath she had sworn to tradition and cast the ancient spell beneath the moon, letting sleep carry her into the only place left where she could still bury her face between Zazie’s spread thighs and feel the trembling thighs close around her ears. The vision bloomed quickly. Zazie’s back arched on silken sheets while Amirah knelt between those legs, two fingers curved deep, stroking the spot that pulled raw cries from her sister’s throat. Their wetness mixed—slick trails on thighs, sheets damp beneath hips—while Zazie begged in breathless gasps for more, and Amirah answered with tongue and teeth until both of them forgot every boundary they had once sworn to keep.