Suspicious Sister-In-Law

Alison opened the door and felt the weight in her gut immediately. Rebecca stood there smiling like someone who had already won. The girl moved fast once inside, settling on the couch with legs folded, acting like this house already belonged to her. Alison kept her questions casual at first. How’d you meet my brother? When did things get serious? Everything happened fast, didn’t it? Rebecca giggled through each answer, too sweet, like syrup poured straight from the bottle. Finally she dropped the bomb she’d been holding: she was gay. Alison stared, unsure what game Rebecca was playing now. Rebecca spoke again, this time softer. Your brother’s a friend, she admitted. He knew my family was trash to me, so he offered a ring and a ticket out. Nothing else attached. She let the silence stretch until Alison’s pulse hammered behind her ears. Then the lean forward happened, slow, deliberate, Rebecca’s lips brushing closer, asking without words. Alison didn’t think. She grabbed the girl by the jaw and tasted her, breath shaking. They tumbled down the hall. Rebecca’s shirt came off first, nipples tight under Alison’s tongue. The couch cushions still warm, Alison spread the girl open, sinking between pale thighs. Rebecca whined when Alison’s mouth found her clit, legs kicking, hands clutching the cushions. Every wet suck made Rebecca arch higher, gasping like she’d never been touched right before. Alison kept her there, tongue working steady, until Rebecca shook apart, hips jerking, soaked and wrecked. Lying there, breath settling, Alison knew. This meet-cute, this perfect match, her brother had arranged it all along.