Sisters Divided

August Ames sprawls across her bed, pencil tapping on her math book, when Janice barges in looking for trouble. "I need to study," August says, holding the line. She opens her diary anyway. Her happiness bleeds onto the page. Then the catch: Janice's personality bites back like bad luck, and Carmen's the constant shove in the wrong direction. August swears she'll stay the good girl, even when everything says otherwise. Carmen shows up with a grin and an empty house to fill. Parents gone for the weekend. August's promise to keep it locked down is suddenly worth the paper it's written on. Carmen clocks the tension and offers a back door plan: make August one of them. So August plays along. "Help me pick something to wear," she purrs, peeling her shirt off slow. The math book closes. The kiss starts soft, then deeper, with Janice tasting mint on her tongue. Carmen drops to her knees and tugs August's underwear down, tongue flicking over nipples already stiff from the air. Their hands work together—three sets of fingers rubbing August's pussy in time until she's slick and whimpering. They shift. August on her back, Janice riding her thigh while Carmen eats her from the side. Moans blend into grunts. Juice-slick skin. Hips grinding. Shaved folds dragged across mouths and thighs. One by one they come, hard and loud, August biting her lip raw to keep from screaming names. The party can wait. The bed's already burning.