The Bad Sister

Veronica Rodriguez knows exactly where her sister hides the diary and she finds it without a sound. Page by page she learns the things Natalie would never say out loud: how her fingers tremble when she thinks about girls, how she hates every boy at school, how she wants a mouth on her cunt before another semester ends. Every confession hardens something in Veronica. This is bigger than snooping. This is rescue. Natalie steps through the door, sees the book open, and the color drains from her face. Veronica closes the cover slowly. “You’re a lesbian,” she says. The word lands like heat between them. Natalie denies it, names a boyfriend in Canada who doesn’t exist. Veronica laughs once, soft and mean. “He’s not here. I am.” They fake an argument to pull Lisa inside. The moment she appears, Veronica blurts it out: Natalie is gay and untouched. Lisa’s eyebrows lift, but Veronica keeps talking, calm, surgical. If Lisa refuses to help, Dad hears the truth about his trophy wife tomorrow. Lisa’s shoulders drop. She looks between them, exhales once, and begins unbuttoning her blouse. The three women strip. Lisa’s breasts hang heavy next to their small, tight nipples. Veronica takes the first turn, spreads Lisa open on the bed and buries her tongue. She licks in long, insistent strokes, seals her lips and sucks. Lisa gasps into Natalie’s mouth while Natalie’s fingers fumble over her step-mother’s breasts. Lisa comes hard, thighs shaking, wetness streaking Veronica’s chin and throat. Lisa catches her breath and pushes Veronica aside. She tells Natalie to lie back, then kneels between her legs. Her tongue works in slow circles until Natalie’s hips lift off the sheets; she presses two fingers in and curls them, fucking her with steady rhythm until Natalie cries out, once, twice, legs clamped around Lisa’s shoulders. They shift again. Veronica wants to watch this time. She spreads her own knees and Lisa guides Natalie’s mouth down, showing her the angle, the pace, the amount of pressure that makes a woman lose her breath. Natalie learns quickly, greedy, swallowing the taste like she’s been starving for it. Lisa murmurs instructions low against her ear, praise and correction mixed, one hand guiding the back of her head while the other teases between her own thighs. The room smells of sweat and sex and the faint sweetness of shared heat. Three bodies. One lesson that keeps unfolding.