But You Two Are Step-Sisters...!

Jane swings by her step-sister's room, heart pounding. She wants to give Codey a steamy oil massage for their anniversary, but first she needs a body to practice on. Chanel lifts one eyebrow. After some fast talking, she caves. They drag a mattress into the living room, strip bare, and pop the cap on the oil bottle. Jane squeezes a line of slick liquid down Chanel's spine. Her hands slide, breasts drag. Oil gleams between them, hot skin sticking, slipping, pressing. Fingers drift lower. Moans slip out. Jane's mouth lands between Chanel's thighs, slick and greedy, nipples dragging across the wet fold as she licks. Codey unlocks the door, arms full of flowers. The flowers hit the floor when he freezes. He stares. The sisters freeze back. For two heartbeats nobody moves. Then Chanel crooks a finger. Jane bites her lip and nods. "Come here," she breathes, voice thick. Codey hesitates—one step, another. Oil glistens on the mattress. A flick of guilt burns out fast beneath the sight of two naked, waiting bodies. He can't look away. He kicks the door shut.