Seeing Red: Red Hot Reunion

Jayden Cole steps down into the basement. Surprised, she finds her second cousins Jayme Rae and Scarlett Mae already sitting there, faces buried in their hands. For a minute they trade the kind of small talk you force when you're stuck with relatives you barely recognize. They bitch about the dull 401(k) talk and talk about kitchen counters upstairs. Then a long pause. All three are bored out of their minds. Jayden comes up with the only idea that sounds better than sitting there another minute: "Strip blackjack." The other two laugh nervously but peel off their cards right alongside her. With every lost hand the pile of clothes on the table grows. Jayme and Scarlett stop pretending they aren't watching the other two bodies. Short glances stretch longer. Someone cracks a dirty joke, the others pile on, voices lower. Soon only panties remain. Taut fabric, hard nipples pressing against cotton like the cards are barely pretending to matter. Jayden's eyes spark with trouble. She reaches out, thumb and forefinger giving Jayme's right nipple a sharp, quick tweak. Jayme yelps. Jayden shrugs, grin feral. "Couldn't help it. Staring right at me. Fair game—yours for the squeezing if you want to check mine out." Silence tightens, snaps. Fingers start exploring. Small, testing touches that go from teasing to hungry in seconds. Jayden leans in first, tongue gliding slow over Jayme's stiff nipple, then sucking it in hard. Jayme breathes through her teeth, tips her chest forward. Scarlett's mouth finds the other side, wet and greedy. What started with lost bets has turned into heat and spit, mouths full, hands full, nobody pretending to be shy anymore. Upstairs, someone laughs about mortgage rates; down here, three second cousins are using their tongues to rewrite the evening.