My Stepsister's Girlfriend

Jenna lies on her bed, flipping pages. Her stepsister Katie barges in with Chanell Heart. Jenna snaps her book shut and stands. Katie introduces Chanell as her partner. Jenna blinks, then sneers—Mom’s going to lose her shit when she hears. Chanell’s jaw tightens. “Then I’ll just go,” she says. Voices spike. Jenna begs Katie to run interference. Katie storms out with Chanell, rolling her eyes as the door slams. In their own room, Chanell paces, calling Jenna a bitch. Katie shrugs it off; dinner will be fine. Their mouths crash together, clothes hitting the floor. Jenna hears the noise and drifts down the hall. She stops at the cracked door, watching. Surprise prickles through her, raw and hot. Her fingers slide under her waistband, circling her clit while the two girls trade tongue and heat. Chanell still bristles about Jenna’s attitude. “We should’ve dragged her in here,” she mutters, sucking Katie’s nipple. The door swings open—Chanell steps out and smacks into Jenna. Jenna stammers. Chanell slides her palm between Jenna’s legs and feels the soaked fabric. Without another word she shoves Jenna onto the bed. Two pairs of hands peel her open, two mouths on her skin. Jenna’s breath breaks, her hips lifting. Her last denial cracks under every slick, greedy touch.