Never Too Small

Alina West sat alone with her diary, spilling out the fight with her stepmother. Cherie buried herself in the kitchen, chopping and stirring until the whole house smelled like dinner, and the only thing that mattered was another meal. Alina missed her. Missed them. She closed the journal, decision made. Tonight she would become what her mother couldn't ignore. In the kitchen she spoke plainly, told Cherie that girls at school stirred her more than boys ever had. That her stepmother did too. Cherie listened, eyes steady, then lifted her shirt and let it fall. Alina matched her. Their mouths met, slower, deeper. Cherie's hand slipped under soft cotton, fingers moving in smooth circles over Alina's slick cunt until the girl trembled against her. Cherie eased the panties down, guided Alina onto the wooden table, spread her thighs. She bent and licked in long strokes, then added two fingers, pumping and curling until Alina's hips jerked. They moved together, tribbing hard, skin sliding, until Alina broke once, twice, gasping loud enough to echo off the cabinets. When Alina could breathe again Cherie kissed her forehead. "You’ll help me down here, I’ll take care of you whenever you need it." Alina nodded. The deal felt right.