Sister Watching

The rumors about Kenna James liking women became an obsession for her step-sister. Xandra Sixx spent the last month obsessing over the whispers at school—whether her step-sister ate pussy or whether the stories were total bullshit. Her own friends teased her nonstop. If Kenna’s a cunt-licker, they said, her sister must be too. Xandra wanted to settle it for herself. She cracked the combination on Kenna’s lock, slipped inside, and searched drawers, closets, and finally Kenna’s laptop for any proof. No diary. No luck. The moment Xandra typed another failed password, the front door opened. Heart hammering, she dropped to the floor and rolled under the bed. Kenna entered in a rush. She tossed her bag, flopped onto the mattress, spread her thighs, and shoved her fingers straight between her legs. She teased her clit with quick, sharp strokes while she talked low and filthy into the phone. The mystery woman on the other end made her wetter with every word. Xandra, trapped beneath, felt her stomach twist with a mix of dread and something hotter. Kenna’s breath shortened, her hips bucked, and when she finally came she let out a sharp, guttural moan that punched straight through Xandra’s control. A tiny gasp slipped out before she could swallow it. Kenna’s head whipped toward the sound. She scrambled off the bed, yanked up the blanket, and stared straight into Xandra’s guilty eyes. Caught. Xandra crawled out, stammered the whole story: school rumors, name-calling, her desperate need to know. Kenna’s expression soured. She reached for her phone to call their parents. Xandra grabbed her wrist, begged, promised anything if Kenna stayed quiet. A slow smile crept across Kenna’s face. “Anything?” she repeated. Xandra nodded, teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “Show me you’re not lying. Fuck me, and I won’t say a word.” Kenna shoved her onto the bed. Xandra’s dress came off in one motion; she had no choice if she wanted Kenna’s silence. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Dresses hit the floor. Kenna sucked a stiff nipple, rolled the other between wet fingertips. Xandra felt heat bloom low, legs parting without her say-so. Kenna’s tongue traced the soft folds of her cunt, licked long and slow, then flicked fast until Xandra arched and gasped, coming hard against her step-sister’s mouth. Breathing ragged, Xandra watched Kenna swing a leg over her face and lower a dripping pussy onto her lips. Taste burst across her tongue—salty, slick, heavy. She licked without hesitation, sucking Kenna’s swollen clit until thighs trembled around her head. Kenna clenched once, twice, then broke open in a violent orgasm that left her shaking and swearing above her.