Not-So-Sneaky Snuggles

River Lynn laid out the usual blankets and pillows on the living room floor and waited for Gal Ritchie to show. Annie King popped her head in, all bright eyes when she saw her daughter's friend. Small talk stretched out a minute too long, then Annie asked if she could slide under the covers with them. No one said no. Hours later the room lay heavy and dark. River rolled over and felt movement she didn't start. The blankets dipped and tightened. She lifted the edge just enough to see Gal's bare thigh locked over Annie's hip and Annie's hand cupped between those thighs, pumping slow and deliberate. Fingers gleamed each time they slid out. Gal's breath came in quick, greedy pulls; Annie's tongue traced wet circles up Gal's neck while she whispered things that made Gal's stomach flutter. River stayed still until her stomach turned over. Two sets of eyes found her, wide, guilty, then hungry. She shoved the blanket down, caught both women by the hair and yanked them close. "You've been fucking behind my back this whole time," she hissed. "Now you fix it. Both of you. Right here." Her free hand slipped under Annie's robe, found her already wet, then did the same to Gal, confirming the slick mess her stepmother had started. "Tonight you both earn every second you stole. Open your legs. Don't stop till I say."