Fam-Jammed

Lisa sulked on the couch when Cindy announced the guests. Trish and Alice were staying a week. Hours later the adults left. Only Lisa and Alice remained. Alice peeled her sweater off and the younger girl looked at her differently. Alice stood still, letting her stare. "Haven't seen you like this before." Lisa swallowed. The neckline of Alice's top framed two perfect breasts. Tight denim hugged Alice's hips and her legs went forever. Alice reached behind and tugged the zipper down. The dress fell. No bra. Bare skin caught the lamplight. "Come here," Alice whispered. Lisa stood and the kiss came fast, hot, open. Tongues slid and palms roamed. Lisa cupped Alice's ass and pulled their hips together. Heat soaked through lace. Alice bit Lisa's lower lip, smiling. "You sure?" she murmured. Lisa sank to her knees. She slid the tiny thong aside and opened Alice with her tongue. Soft folds parted, sweet and slick. Lisa licked slow, deep, then quick, fast circles over her clit. Alice groaned, gripping Lisa's hair. They toppled onto the rug. Lisa kicked off her shorts. Alice pushed her thighs wide and returned the favor, sucking hard, pushing two fingers inside. Wet sounds filled the room. Lisa rocked her hips, chasing the edge, and came with a sharp cry. Cindy and Trish stepped into the doorway. They froze. So did the girls. For half a breath silence held. Then a smirk crossed Trish's mouth. "Looks familiar," she said softly. Memories flashed—Cindy pressed to a dorm bed, Trish's hand between her legs, both reckless and aching. "They shouldn't have all the fun," Cindy answered. She dropped her purse, peeled her blouse open, and crossed the room. Clothes fell to the floor. Four bodies tangled on the same rug. Trish kissed Lisa's mouth while Cindy lowered her pussy to Alice's tongue. Fingers slipped, breasts brushed, moans layered. Lisa rode Alice's thigh. Cindy sucked Trish's nipples, fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her sister. The room filled with wet friction, gasping breath, and the wet slap of skin on skin. Legs shook. Nails dug in. They came in waves—Alice's thighs clamped around Lisa's head, Cindy went hoarse calling Trish's name, then Lisa and Trish spilled together, spines arching, every muscle tight until the room went quiet except for slow, ragged breathing.