Hide And Sex

Mona Wales and her stepdaughter Chloe Temple were dying on the couch, the rain hammering the windows, nothing left to do. Nails already done. Family visits were a hard no. They couldn't agree on shit. Mona smirked, leaned in, told Chloe to cover her eyes and count to thirty. The girl balked, but what the hell else were they going to do? When she opened her eyes, Mona was gone. Chloe followed the breadcrumbs of clothes straight to the bedroom door, bra dangling from the knob, panties kicked across the floor like they'd been torn off in a rush. She peeled back the blanket and found Mona sprawled naked, grinning like sin itself. "You call that hiding?" Chloe scolded, cheeks hot. Mona answered by yanking her shorts down, teeth and tongue already working. Chloe didn't waste time playing coy. They traded places, mouths and fingers slick and frantic, chasing each other over the edge until the afternoon was nothing but sweat, moans, and the sound of rain still beating the glass.