Don't Tell Daddy: Part Two

August and Abella tumble downstairs for dinner, breathing hard, cheeks still flushed from their first fuck. Their thoughts tangle—slick fingers, soft tongues, the wet slide between August's thighs—yet they try to sit like nothing ever changed. The moment Abella's father steps away, they break. Giggles spill first, then Abella drops to her knees, crawls beneath the tablecloth, and seizes her sister's breasts. August whispers no, but her nipples pebble under Abella's palms and the first slow lick parts her soaked cunt. Slick suction draws a moan she barely swallows. A sudden shout from the other room freezes them both. They scramble up, faces angelic, but the need hasn't cooled. Now it's August's turn. She eases down, greedy, and drags Abella's thigh open, already tasting how quickly the game can turn again.