Unexpected Prom Date

Kenna James bubbles with excitement on prom night—she’s bringing her little step-sister, Tara Morgan, and nothing feels sweeter. The girls shriek and bounce on the bed, thrilled the day has come. Tara’s glad Kenna wants her there for this once-in-a-lifetime night. They help each other dress, trading compliments in the mirror until the heels click and the gowns gleam. Calls to their boyfriends go nowhere; the boys are ghosts. Anger flares in Tara’s throat until Kenna pulls her close. “Boys aren’t required,” she murmurs, voice low. A spark passes between them. With nothing waiting after the dance but an empty hotel room, talk turns to the kind of heat two girls might cook up on their own. Kenna’s grin turns wicked. Nothing, she insists, could beat fucking her virgin sister. The idea startles Tara—she’s never touched anyone that way—but the lure of her older sister’s body, warm and sure, draws her in. Kenna guides Tara onto the bed, their mouths finding each other slowly before the kiss deepens. She peels her own dress away inch by inch, daring Tara’s eyes to linger on bare breasts. Tara relaxes under the slow attention, slips her bodice down, and gasps when Kenna’s tongue circles each nipple. Kenna slides lower, but Tara’s thighs press shut; the closeness, the taboo, is too much. Kenna kisses the inside of her knee, whispering trust. When the legs part, she drags her tongue over Tara’s smooth, wet cunt. Tara’s breath turns ragged; she begs, hips rocking, until the pleasure crashes through her—the first orgasm another woman has given her. Grinning, Tara crawls between Kenna’s thighs, sucking and licking until Kenna pulses and spills into her mouth. Afterwards, Kenna strips the rest of Tara’s dress, rolls her onto hands and knees, spreads her cheeks, and presses her tongue against the tight ring of Tara’s ass. Tara shudders, thanking her sister between moans, proud she can make Kenna proud in return.