Sisters Divided

August Ames lay on her bed, math book open, when her stepsister Janice slipped inside with that devilish smile. Party plans. August shook her head, polite but firm. She needed to study. Later, she turned to her diary instead, pencil in hand, the pages telling the truth she never said out loud—she loved Janice, even when their worlds rubbed raw like sandpaper. Their new friend Carmen only pulled her sister further off course. Carmen arrived like a match looking for gasoline. Parents gone all weekend, zero rules, zero consequences. August promised their mom—no parties. She thought fast, grabbed some clothes, and steered the conversation toward an outfit question. Anything to keep them home. Her shirt came off first. "Show me again," she said, soft and steady. Lips met. Hands wandered. Carmen didn’t ask—she just peeled August’s underwear down and pressed her mouth to bare skin. Fingers slid between folds, two sets at once, slow and deliberate, then harder. They shifted, legs tangled, tribbing until the mattress creaked. Tongues replaced fingers, licking every slick inch, shaved and glistening. Moans thickened the air. August came first, breath catching, thighs shaking. Janice followed, Carmen right after, bodies slack and glowing. The plans stayed where they started. Outside. Forgotten.