Sisterly Love

Jezabel spotted her stepsister in the hallway, voice cracking on a phone call. She didn’t say anything, just slipped into her own room and waited. Minutes later Steph walked in, eyes red, shoulders slumped. She told Jezabel the whole thing: her boyfriend had another girl in their bed the night before. Jezabel’s jaw clenched. How the fuck could anyone touch someone else when they had Steph? Steph. With her round tits and that shaved cunt Jezabel had thought about too many nights. She pulled Steph closer, slid a hand under the thin tank top, pinched each nipple until Steph hissed. Their mouths met—wet, urgent, tongues sliding deep. Clothes hit the floor. Jezabel knelt between Steph’s legs, licked her open, flicked the swollen clit with quick strokes, then drove two fingers knuckle-deep into the slick heat. Steph’s hips bucked. Jezabel kept licking while she pumped her fingers, curls dragging over Steph’s mound, spit and juice wetting her chin. When Steph came she held Jezabel’s hair, kept her face pressed tight against that pulsing pussy until the shakes stopped. Both of them forgot the cheating bastard the second Jezabel climbed on top and rode her stepsister slow and hard, grinding until they both broke again.