Fuck And Cover

Coco Lovelock's room stank of sex when Emma Rosie slipped under her stepsister's blanket. Emma's tongue parted Coco's wet folds, slow and greedy, tasting every slick inch while Coco bit her pillow. Then the door clicked. Footsteps. Charlie's voice. Coco shoved the blanket over her hips and yanked it higher, hiding Emma's face between her legs. Emma's pink-painted toes poked out from the edge. Coco started fake-coughing. "I'm sick, Mom. Really sick." Charlie frowned, all concern and fuss. She reached out and massaged the toes she thought belonged to her stepdaughter. Her fingers slid between each digit, kneading slow and warm. Emma twitched. A tiny, strangled moan escaped. Charlie's head jerked up. One swift tug ripped the blanket away. Emma's mouth glistened, still pressed to Coco's soaked cunt. Charlie's lips parted. Color rushed up her throat, pupils blowing wide. "You're not sick," Charlie whispered, voice thick. The air shifted. Coco reached, Emma grinned, and Charlie didn't step back when Coco pulled her onto the mattress. Buttons gave way, palms found skin, and the three of them pressed close under the same ruined blanket, heat and sweat and shared need filling every gasp that followed.