Not You, Too!

Derrick gets home from work and freezes. Everly's on the couch, legs spread, fingers working her pussy like she's got nowhere to be. He snaps at her, face hot, but she just grins at him, keeps rubbing. He spits a few choice words and storms off toward the bedroom, looking for back-up. He finds Rachael laid out on their bed, naked, two fingers deep and already glistening. She gives him a guilty smile but doesn't stop. Tells him she's been wet since morning, waiting on his cock. Derrick tries to tell her about Everly, how the girl was out there showing everything, but Rachael only hears the word "pussy." She pulls him close, palms already tugging at his belt. They barely get started before movement catches his eye. Everly's back, leaning in the doorway with one hand still buried between her thighs. Derrick stops cold and lets her have it again, but his voice cracks; Rachael's too far gone, hips rocking, eyes glassy with need. Instead of helping, she stretches an arm toward the door and invites the brat inside. "Might as well make it a family thing," she breathes, and Derrick knows he's done.