Four-Step Seduction

Chanel and Jaclyn rush to each other the second they lock eyes. They vanish down the hall toward the closet, fingers brushing hips and lingering a beat too long. Jade rolls her eyes but feels the heat off them anyway. Aidra bites her lip and mutters, 'Sisters my ass.' Jade snorts, grabs the next box, and the two girls start sorting clothes without really looking at them. Their moms' laughter drifts out in bursts—too sharp, too breathless. Thirty minutes in, Aidra pulls an old black binder from the top shelf. Family tree pages. Pasted names. No shared blood between Chanel and Jaclyn. Just lines that say step. Jade reads it twice, fists tightening around the folder edges. They storm the hallway, ready to kick the door down, and instead find Chanel's tongue sliding over Jaclyn's open mouth, Jaclyn's hand already inside Chanel's shorts. The girls freeze in the doorway. The sight burns straight between their legs. Jade feels her own pulse throb, and when Aidra grabs her and shoves her against the wall, she kisses back just as hard. Tongues, teeth, tiny whimpers. Chanel and Jaclyn catch them mid-grope, surprised only for a second before their own hunger takes over. They all tumble onto the floor in a tangle of clothes, skin, wet mouths. Chanel tugs Jade's shirt up and sucks on her nipple while Jaclyn spreads Aidra's thighs and licks. Then they trade. Fingers pump, tongues flick, everyone dripping. No clothes stay on. No hesitation. Pussies pressed to mouths, tits slick from spit and sweat. Four bodies twisting until every hole and every breast has been touched, licked, sucked, fucked. The secret's out and none of them care—except how fast they can get each other off again.