A Romantic Time For The Whole Fam

Lori and Carolyn had been at each other's throats all week—snapping, cold shoulders, the whole fucking mess. Then the lights went low, candles burned, and some hand turned a soft ballad. Dinner waited on the table, wine already breathing. They stared at each other, wondering who the hell had done it. Neither of them. The door cracked open, and their stepdaughters stepped in—Misty and Adrienne, both looking like they might bolt. They admitted they’d listened from the hall, heard the screaming, and cooked the whole thing up so the house wouldn’t fall apart. Lori’s eyebrows went up; Carolyn leaned back, mouth open. The girls blushed, but their eyes didn’t lie—they’d done it because each of them had a hard, secret crush. Not polite attraction—straight lust, the kind that made thighs clench under the table. Silence snapped when Carolyn’s chair scraped back. She tugged Adrienne in by the wrist, tongue already sliding between her lips while her hand skimmed the small of the girl’s back. Across the table Misty climbed into Lori’s lap, grinding slow against the silk of her dress while fingers hooked her panties to one side. Carolyn’s tits pressed against Adrienne’s mouth—wet tongue circling her stiff nipple—while Lori pushed two fingers deep into Misty’s dripping slit, thumb rolling her clit with slow, filthy circles. Adrienne dropped to her knees, licking a long stripe up Carolyn’s soaked slit, moaning right into her cunt. Misty bent over the table, ass high, while Lori knelt and fucked her face-first with a strap-on she’d pulled from the drawer. Carolyn bent low over the same table, legs spread, Adrienne eating her like she’d die without the taste. Moans overlapped, fabric ripped, skin slapped skin—every grunt, every wet suck, every shouted “don’t stop” rolling through the dining room until no one could tell whose moan belonged to who.