Just Can't Keep Them Apart!

Gianna Dior spots Hazel Grace at the door and pulls her into a hug. They’re both nineteen and haven’t spoken since spring. Then Katie Morgan, Gianna’s step-mom, steps in behind her and Gianna sees the way Katie’s eyes rake Hazel up and down like a slow match strike. The heat hits fast. Gianna yanks Hazel by the elbow and drags her down the hall, duffel bag banging walls. Katie watches until they’re gone, lips curved. By ten-thirty the three of them crowd the couch for some late movie. Katie angles toward the middle, already shifting weight, but Gianna bolts first and wedges herself between them in a clumsy sprawl. Somebody grunts, Katie ends up pinned to the far cushion, and Gianna wears a tight little smile like a trophy. Hazel rolls her eyes. Katie sulks. Later, when they’re brushing teeth and peeling off shirts, Katie appears in the doorway wearing nothing but a tank and a smile. She leans in for Gianna’s good-night peck, then catches Hazel’s glance and tips closer. Gianna intercepts, palm planted in the middle of Katie’s chest, pushing her mother back into the hallway. The door clicks shut. Gianna lies rigid, staring at ceiling shadows. Beside her Hazel breathes slow and even. Gianna exhales hard, slides out of bed and pads across cool floorboards toward the bathroom. When she returns she stops dead. Hazel is flat on the sheets, knees hooked over Katie’s shoulders, Katie driving her tongue in quick wet circles. Both women look up mid-motion. Gianna’s mouth works without sound. “Jesus, are you kidding me?” Katie wipes her lip. Hazel’s thighs tremble. The truth claws its way out before Gianna can stop it. “She’s mine,” Gianna snaps. “Both of you. She’s—fuck. I want her.” Katie straightens, a dangerous spark running through her. Hazel sits up, flushed, breathing harder. Then they move together, hands sliding under Gianna’s thin nightshirt, tugging fabric away, mouths on throat and breast and inner thigh. No more stalling. Fingers, tongues, heat — the three of them crashing into each other like the night owes them a debt.