Better Than She Knows Herself

Seth couldn't shake how Eliza's smile never reached all the way. Loved his stepsister, wanted her happy, plain and simple. So he paid Aila to crash their night and give Eliza a push she wouldn't make herself. Aila showed, acting like a girlfriend for a night. Eliza warmed up fast, eyes shining when Aila spoke, cheeks pink when Aila touched her arm too long. Seth let it ride, waited until lights went out. Hours later his sheets were cold and the door across the hall stood open a crack. He crept closer, peered through. Eliza sat on her bed, top pushed up, Aila’s tongue slow and wet on her nipple while fingers dipped under lace panties. Eliza gasped, grabbed Aila’s hair, ground into her palm. Floorboard creaked; both women turned. Seth froze in the doorway, cock swelling under his boxers. Aila didn’t flinch. She licked her lips, slid her wet fingers free of Eliza’s cunt. "Caught you watching your baby sis get fingered." "She’s not my girlfriend," he blurted to Eliza, heart pounding. "Aila’s an escort. I wanted her to help you open up. I know you like girls, figured you needed a safe start." Eliza’s breath hitched, heat and hurt twisting her face. But love for him, dumb big-hearted love, won out quick. "You hired someone? For me?" "Just tonight," he said. "If you want out, say the word." Aila laughed low, nipples hard, slick between her thighs. She looked between them and shrugged. "We’ve got the time, the bed. Both of you in it, same time, problem solved." Eliza swallowed hard, pussy still throbbing, then nodded like she’d jumped off a cliff. "All right. Tonight." Clothes hit the floor. Seth’s cock stood thick as Eliza’s small hand closed around it, nervous but hungry. Aila knelt between Eliza’s legs, tongue dragging flat and deliberate through slick folds, one finger teasing into Eliza’s pussy while Seth watched, lips locked on Eliza’s mouth to hush the moans shaking out of her.