Pretend She Doesn't Exist!

Kimmy and Julia are pissed. Grounded again. So they make a plan: Sophia doesn’t exist anymore. Not a look, not a word. The old silent treatment—cold and perfect. Only Sophia’s in the hallway, listening. And she’s already turning their little rebellion into something darker. She walks in like she owns the room, all heat and quiet challenge. The girls keep their backs to her at first. Then her hands slide up their thighs. Still nothing. Until her tongue finds both of them—wet, open, side by side on the couch. She works them slow, then faster, her mouth switching until their hips twitch and the silence cracks. First it’s a gasp from Julia, then Kimmy’s legs shake. Once it starts, it doesn’t stop. They drag Sophia down with them—fingers, mouths, sweat, three bodies grabbing for the same release they’ve all been fighting. Makeup sex, hard and raw, the kind that leaves everyone too satisfied to stay angry.