Movie Night

When Adria Rae's first boyfriend dumps her, Syren De Mer tries to help her stepdaughter forget. But the touchy-feely sympathy gets away from them. Adria falls hard and doesn't hide it. When dad's back is turned she's all over Syren, tongue in her mouth, fingers in her jeans. Syren knows better. She's been around long enough to know cheating this close to home always burns you. Still, she finds herself pulling that skinny body onto the kitchen counter when he steps out for a smoke. Hands slide under skirts. Knuckles brush damp cotton. Gasps get swallowed so the dead aren't waking up in the living room. Movie nights become a loaded gun. They sit on opposite sides of him like good girls, knees touching under a shared blanket, palms creeping higher with every on-screen car chase. Adria leans over to whisper something, her fingers already inside Syren's leggings. A hush passes between them; they know how fast can turn deadly if dad looks down. Then Adria asks for snacks and he's barely out the door before Syren drags her to the bedroom. Clothes hit the floor. Adria latches onto big, soft tits, nurses like she's starved, and Syren's head falls back with a hiss. The teen licks and sucks, leaving a wet trail down tight stomach to the swollen crease between Syren's thighs. Every shy little moan pumps fuel straight to Syren's clit. She peels Adria's panties, still warm from the sofa, and buries her tongue. When the girl comes, her thighs clamp tight around Syren's ears. They switch places. Syren's fingers disappear between slick folds, circling the stiff bead of Adria's clit until they both finish with groans buried in the mattress. They lay panting, skin tacky, listening for a key in the lock. Another minute. Another risk. One of these nights the door will open and the whole lie will blow apart. They keep tempting it anyway.