Naturally Stacked: Keepaway Sisters

Lena Paul loves her step-sister Violet Myers. Most days she just can't get enough of her. Trouble is Violet stays gone. Always rushing. Always out the door before Lena can pin her down. So one morning Lena swipes Violet's spoon mid-bite. The spoon becomes the keys. Then the damn phone goes down the front of Lena's shirt like she's smuggling contraband. Every time Violet reaches, Lena grins harder. Violet freezes. She hates going in there, hates the heat that hits her fingers, the sudden give of heavy flesh. She finally snaps. Digs down hard, finds her phone, but her knuckles drag right across Lena's nipple and the moan that rips out of her is filthy, raw. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Violet spits. Lena's face cracks. "I just want you to stay," she blurts. "I got a stupid crush on you, okay?" Violet stares. Her palm still rests on that warm swell of tit. Feels it rise, fall. Her fingers give an accidental squeeze and Lena twitches. "They... they actually feel pretty good," Violet mutters. Lena's eyes light up like she's been handed a present. She hooks her tank top lower, freeing both breasts, heavy and pale. "Touch 'em all you want. They're yours." Violet's hands come up greedy. She palms, she kneads, she buries her face between them and breathes deep. Sucking turns to licking. Then the clothes drop completely. They crash into bed, tongues shoved between each other's thighs, messy and loud. Later Violet straddles Lena's slick chest, sliding her cunt back and forth across those tits in wet, desperate glides while Lena moans like she's dying happy. Now breakfasts last longer. No more missing spoons. Just two sisters who finally found a better way to stay in the same room.