My Lil' Step-cousin

Penny lays her books aside and dials Jade, missing home. Jade picks up on the first ring, alone for the weekend, and tells her to come over. They settle on the living-room floor in the afternoon light, painting each other’s toenails—Penny’s cinnamon polish on Jade’s long toes, Jade’s white polish on Penny’s. Old stories surface, quiet giggles about shared bedrooms and late-night secrets. When the small talk fades, Jade traces a finger along Penny’s wrist and asks about the massage course Penny is taking. Penny smiles, admits practice would feel easier with family. Jade slips off her top without a word. Penny’s hands slide over Jade’s full, bare breasts first, then lower. Two fingers press between Jade’s legs, finding her already slick. Jade leans back on the carpet, breathing short, hips lifting into each slow thrust as Penny works deeper, red hair brushing Penny’s shoulder with every careful curl of her wrist.