May The Best Stepsister Win

Myra and Demi sit at the kitchen table over seating charts when the real fight starts. Both girls want to give the toast at their parents’ wedding, and neither is budging. Voices climb. Doors slam in the next room. Silvia storms in, robe loosely tied, demanding to know what the hell is going on. Myra snaps that she deserves the mic because Silvia’s *her* mom. Demi fires back that her parent is the one tying the knot too. Silvia tries to calm them, but they keep circling. She finally separates them with both hands, palms firm on their shoulders. They pout in unison: “We just want to say a few words.” Demi’s tactic shifts. She steps close to Silvia, traces a fingertip along the older woman’s collarbone, voice dropping. “You look stressed. I give great massages.” Silvia’s breath catches. Myra’s jaw drops, then tightens with competition. She moves in on Silvia’s other side, presses a slow kiss just beneath her ear, whispering how she knows exactly what Silvia likes in the mornings. Silvia doesn’t push either away. Demi slides behind her, palms gliding under the robe to cup bare breasts. Myra drops to her knees, tugs the belt loose, and runs her tongue straight up Silvia’s slit before sucking her clit between her lips. Silvia moans, one hand gripping Myra’s hair, the other reaching back to clutch Demi’s thigh. Clothes hit the floor in seconds. Silvia ends up on the edge of the table, legs spread. Myra stays between her thighs, licking and fingering in steady rhythm while Demi climbs onto the table, feeds Silvia her nipples, then lowers herself onto Silvia’s mouth. The three of them rock together—wet sounds, short curses, fingers digging into skin. Myra swaps places so Demi can suck her own taste off Silvia’s tongue while Myra rides Silvia’s thigh, grinding until her legs shake. They trade positions again and again until every mouth is slick and every hole’s been tasted. Silvia comes first, thighs clamped around Myra’s head; Demi follows seconds later with Silvia’s fingers curling inside her; Myra finishes last, shuddering around two of Demi’s knuckles while Silvia kisses the moans right out of her mouth. Nobody’s arguing about speeches anymore.