Driven Into Hiding

Lauren Phillips had them pinned at the kitchen table, arms crossed, eyes like steel. Madi Collins and Scarlett Mae sat there squirming, cheeks burning red. A dented car sat in the driveway and nobody could dodge it forever. Lauren demanded answers. "What the hell happened?" They hemmed and stalled until Scarlett cracked. The two of them had been tangled up in the backseat. Fingers buried between thighs, mouths hot and desperate. Madi barely had the wheel under control when the bumpers kissed a mailbox. Lauren didn’t explode. She just looked tired. Hurt, even. Said she could handle the wreck of the car easier than the idea of her girls sneaking around like criminals. The sisters read the shift in her voice and felt it twist low in their guts. They traded a look. Then they stood, slow and deliberate, closing the distance until Lauren felt the heat of two eager bodies pressing in on either side. Hands slid up her blouse. Lips brushed her ear, murmuring forgiveness in filthy promises. Lauren let out a shaky breath as buttons popped and fabric whispered to the floor. Her stepdaughters moved with a shared hunger. Madi’s tongue traced circles around Lauren’s nipple while Scarlett sank to her knees, tugging panties down with eager teeth. Lauren gripped the edge of the table, hips tilting forward to meet Scarlett’s open mouth. The air turned thick, sweet with moans. Lauren’s fingers twisted in their hair, guiding them, greedy now. The accident was forgotten. This was the crash she wanted, three bodies colliding, no one keeping score.