Aunt's Gonna Catch Us!

India Summer, Adriana Chechik and aunt Christie Stevens sit around the table, catching up after years apart. Christie admits her husband's always working and never fucks her anymore. Adriana wants to lift her mood with a slumber party in her own room. India kicks her under the table. Too tight, she argues, three warm bodies together. Christie laughs it off. More the merrier. India stands and starts clearing plates. She pulls Adriana into the kitchen, groping her ass and slipping two fingers down her shorts. Adriana hisses for her to stop before Auntie catches them. India answers with a deep wet kiss, tongues sliding, until Christie calls out. Adriana yanks away, breathing hard, and hurries back to the table. Minutes later India drops her napkin on purpose. Under the table she shoves Adriana's thighs apart and buries her tongue in the girl's slick cunt. Adriana gasps. Christie looks over. "Everything okay?" India emerges smiling, chin wet, wiping her mouth with the same napkin. "Dessert's delicious," Christie says. "You have no idea," India answers. Later, lights off, Christie snores on one side of the bed. Adriana pretends to sleep until India's hand dives between her legs. Adriana whispers protests—Christie is right there—then melts as fingers stroke her swollen clit. She bites the pillow, thighs trembling, fighting the urge to cry out. When she finally cums the moan is loud and broken. Christie stirs, sees everything. Horror freezes her. India strokes Christie's thigh, gentle and sure, and asks why a woman should go hungry. Adriana strips Christie's bra and both women start licking her stiff nipples, tongues circling, until Christie's resistance cracks and her hips push up, hungry for what family can give her.