Janey Cheats with his Step Sister

Robbie thought Janey walked on water. He took bullets for her smiles, did every dumb favor that crossed her mind. The poor sap never saw the flip side: the sharp-tongued, inked-up knockout who liked to break rules just for the rush. The size of her tits could short-circuit any guy's good sense, and she made sure to keep his shorted at all times. He zonked out early one night, satisfied as a puppy after a scratch behind the ears. Janey waited till the snoring got even, then slid out of bed. Her target was across the hall—Valentina’s room, Robbie’s goddamn step-sister. The women had been trading heat since long before Robbie even existed in Janey’s orbit. Morning came like a slap. Robbie woke stiff and restless, padded down the dark hallway in search of coffee, maybe a quick kiss. He cracked Valentina’s door for a yawned “Morning,” and the scene froze him mid-breath. Janey was on her knees between Valentina’s sprawled thighs, tongue buried deep while two long-nailed fingers worked slow circles around the slick clit above. Valentina’s back arched off the mattress, fistful of bedsheet in each hand, a silver ringed nipple caught between her teeth. Sweat shined on both their skins—tattooed lines of ink catching stray beams of dawn light. The wet, hungry noises carried across the room; Janey moaned low in her throat, grinding her own thighs together like she needed the friction. Robbie’s chest locked up. His cock twitched, traitor-hard, before the rest of him caught up. Janey’s eyes lifted, found his, and the corner of her mouth curled around Valentina’s wet folds. She didn’t pull away. She slid her tongue deeper and, with her free hand, gave him the come-hither crook of one finger. Valentina’s eyes fluttered open, locked on his, pupils blown black with shock and something dirtier. Her chest heaved. For one dizzy heartbeat nobody moved. Then Janey lifted her glistening mouth, lips swollen, voice low and wicked. “Door’s open, baby. Either shut it behind you or get the fuck in here.” Robbie’s pulse hammered in his ears. His rational brain took the night off, left instinct driving. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound loud as a gunshot. His naive, do-right world had just torched itself—and the blaze felt way too good to stop.