Comforting My Sister

Kenzie's sprawled on the couch when a choked sob drifts down from upstairs. She kills the TV and climbs the stairs two at a time. Riley's curled on her bed, eyes red. “He dumped me,” she whispers. “Said I wouldn’t fuck him.” She swipes her nose. “I just wasn’t into him that way.” Kenzie sits on the edge of the mattress. “You ever think you’re into girls?” Riley shakes her head. “I’m not gay.” “Doesn’t matter what you call it. If you want to try, I’m right here.” Riley’s gaze drops. “We’re sisters.” “Stepsisters,” Kenzie corrects, voice low and sure. “Who better to teach you than me?” Riley chews her lip, then nods once. Kenzie leans in, tongue sliding against Riley’s. The second time she kisses her, Kenzie drags the tank top up and off, exposing small, perky breasts. “I’ll show you everything you’ve been missing.” Riley arches, breath hitching, as Kenzie’s mouth seals over one tight nipple. She laps in slow circles, sucks, then flicks. Riley’s head drops back, legs spreading on instinct. When they switch, Riley’s teeth graze Kenzie’s nipple, then her tongue flattens and strokes. Kenzie’s eyes flutter. “Shit, Riley—fuck, you’re already good at this.” Clothes hit the floor in a rush. Skin against skin, thighs part, fingers find wet heat. Riley moans into her step-sister’s mouth, hips rocking, and Kenzie answers every desperate sound with hungry, practiced touch.