Me and my boyfriend's sister

Sweet Lana showed up early for her date. The boy wasn't home. Only his sister Malia. They sat across from each other and their eyes locked. Lana felt it first, that low thrum, then Malia answered with a small tilt of her chin. They met in the middle, mouths open, tongues slick and hungry. Lana tasted like peppermint and something sweeter. Malia bit her lip, tasted blood, smiled. They peeled their clothes off without grace, let the soft fabric pool on the floor. Malia stretched out and pulled Lana over her. Their thighs slid together, warm, wet already. Malia produced the thick red dildo she'd hidden, its silicon shaft gleaming. She watched Lana's face while she slicked it with spit, then worked it between the girl's smooth folds. Lana gasped, pushed down to take every inch. The toy stretched her open, filled her deep. Malia rocked it slow at first, letting Lana ride, breasts bouncing, little moans catching in her throat. Lana wanted more. She turned, ass up, spread for her brother's sister. Malia answered. She pushed that fat red length into Lana's tight ass, eased it past the ring of muscle, inch by aching inch until Lana's knuckles went white in the cushions. Malia fingered her own clit in time with each thrust, cunt dripping. She thumbed Lana's clit too. Every quick circle made the younger girl shake, hips snapping back for more. Their voices filled the room, sharp breaths and filthy praise. Lana came first, whole body seizing around the red shaft buried in her ass. Malia followed seconds later, grinding on her own fingers until she trembled and cursed. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, skin tacky with sweat. The toy rested between them, still warm, still slick. Outside a car door slammed. Neither moved.