Last Night for Sisters

Gina and Jenna stayed tight even with separate schools looming. Gina asked her to help pick out something killer for the first day, but Jenna just moped on the bed. Gina told her they’d visit, make it work. Then she started changing and Jenna couldn’t stop staring. When Gina noticed the tension, she offered a back rub. Jenna’s hand was trembling. Then Jenna admitted the crush—on her. Gina froze, but Jenna pointed out they weren’t blood, so what the hell. Said they could kiss and call it off if it felt wrong. Gina leaned in. The first kiss was quick, the second longer. Gina stayed on top, hungry now, mouths sliding. Jenna’s tongue found Gina’s nipples while she squeezed that perfect ass. Gina peeled the last pieces off Jenna, licked her over the thin cotton until the fabric clung, then pushed the panties aside. They traded places, licking each other raw, hips locked, grinding until both came hard, tasting what they’d kept buried for years. One night. No take-backs.