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Serene’s finger hovered over the keyboard, thumb tapping out the lie. “Can’t make it. Both down with something.” Send. The phone thudded onto the nightstand. “Done.” Emma’s mouth curled. “Mommy’s so bad.” Serene shoved her stepdaughter onto the bed and climbed on top, knees pinning slim thighs apart. “Been too long.” She kissed hard, tasting toothpaste, a little rebellion. Hands slipped under Emma’s T-shirt, dragged it off in one quick pull. Nipples tightened against cool air; Serene’s tongue chased each bead until Emma arched, gasping. Fingers pushed inside silk panties, found slick heat, circled the swollen nub until Emma moaned and rocked against her palm. The phone buzzed. Serene grabbed it, thumb-swiped, still two knuckles deep. “Hey,” she croaked, voice all stuffed-nose and syrup. “Yeah, really under the weather… fever and everything.” She curled her fingers, slow and deliberate, scraping the spot that made Emma bite her own wrist to stay quiet. A wet sound echoed; Serene pressed the phone tighter to her ear, eyes locked on her stepdaughter’s trembling belly. “No, don’t come over, it’s contagious as hell. Resting now. Thanks.” She ended the call, tossed the phone, and dropped her mouth between Emma’s thighs, sucking loudly, greedily. Emma’s legs shook. “Jesus, Serene.” “Shh. Sick girls stay quiet.” She licked another stripe, pushed two fingers back inside, thrust harder. Emma clenched, hips bucking. The headboard knocked the wall once, twice, then kept rhythm as Serene finger-fucked her stepdaughter right through the lie and into the truth neither of them was ready to name.
Serene’s finger hovered over the keyboard, thumb tapping out the lie. “Can’t make it. Both down with something.” Send. The phone thudded onto the nightstand. “Done.” Emma’s mouth curled. “Mommy’s so bad.” Serene shoved her stepdaughter onto the bed and climbed on top, knees pinning slim thighs apart. “Been too long.” She kissed hard, tasting toothpaste, a little rebellion. Hands slipped under Emma’s T-shirt, dragged it off in one quick pull. Nipples tightened against cool air; Serene’s tongue chased each bead until Emma arched, gasping. Fingers pushed inside silk panties, found slick heat, circled the swollen nub until Emma moaned and rocked against her palm. The phone buzzed. Serene grabbed it, thumb-swiped, still two knuckles deep. “Hey,” she croaked, voice all stuffed-nose and syrup. “Yeah, really under the weather… fever and everything.” She curled her fingers, slow and deliberate, scraping the spot that made Emma bite her own wrist to stay quiet. A wet sound echoed; Serene pressed the phone tighter to her ear, eyes locked on her stepdaughter’s trembling belly. “No, don’t come over, it’s contagious as hell. Resting now. Thanks.” She ended the call, tossed the phone, and dropped her mouth between Emma’s thighs, sucking loudly, greedily. Emma’s legs shook. “Jesus, Serene.” “Shh. Sick girls stay quiet.” She licked another stripe, pushed two fingers back inside, thrust harder. Emma clenched, hips bucking. The headboard knocked the wall once, twice, then kept rhythm as Serene finger-fucked her stepdaughter right through the lie and into the truth neither of them was ready to name.