One Extra Step

Three women in a twisted family tangle sounds hot enough already. Add a fourth and shit gets explosive. Rachael Cavalli and Charli Phoenix, two women who already married each other, decide to invite Jessica Ryan in as their newest girlfriend. It ought to be straightforward. Madi Collins, their stepdaughter, hates it on sight. Change makes her small hands ball into fists and her mouth go tight. A couple of days later they bring Jessica over and leave her alone with Madi to rip the bandage off. Madi spits bitterness across the room; she sees the new woman as a threat snatching the two women she wants. What she really wants, Jessica spots in a heartbeat, is her stepmoms' hands on her instead of their threats. Jessica smiles slow. Nobody is stealing affection from her. She promises Madi double, triple, whatever she craves. A third stepmom means an extra mouth, extra tongue, extra fingers sliding between thighs that already tremble. Madi's eyes get heavy, lips part, shirt suddenly feels too hot. Jessica leans in, pulls the fabric up, palms small breasts, rolls hard nipples between two practiced fingers until Madi arches and gasps. Clothes drop fast. Jessica drags her to the couch, spreads pale legs, licks broad and hungry from slit to clit until Madi's thighs shake around her ears. She pushes two fingers inside, pumps deep, curls against that spot that turns every breath into a whimper. Madi grinds down, greedy for more, until the front door opens and Rachael and Charli step in, keys still in hand. Madi freezes with Jessica's tongue still buried and glistening, legs splayed wide and trembling. The older women stand stock-still, eyes locked on the scene, surprise slicing straight into hunger. Nobody says a word yet. Everyone's breathing like they just ran miles.