Family United

The desert did something to August. After that week in Mexico she came home with something wild in her eyes. No more studying late into the night. She wanted sweat and heat. Janice taught her how good it could feel with a woman—tongues on skin, bodies grinding. That lesson stuck. But her stepmom and aunt? That part had her stomach tight. August walked in laughing, pretending the old version of herself wasn't dead on the bathroom floor back in that cheap hotel. India took one look and demanded the truth. Nikki grinned like she already knew. August gave them everything—bonfires, tequila, the night her stepsister spread her legs and showed her what her tongue could do. India's face went red. She had rules. Nikki reminded her that she'd broken plenty of her own rules back when she and her stepmother snuck around. Still, someone had to pay for breaking them now. India told her daughter to climb on the bed. She yanked off August's top and the cool air hit her nipples. India and Nikki stripped too, all three of them bare, mouths and hands everywhere. August buried her face between Nikki's thighs and licked her open, salty and hot, until her chin was wet. India held her daughter's hips and made her work—every slick fold, every swollen inch. Nikki rubbed August's clit and sucked on her tits until August came hard, knees shaking. Then August slid behind Nikki and kept her tongue moving, forming a chain of wet mouths. She switched, tasted her own mother's swollen pussy while her fingers slid in deep, pumping until India's breath caught and her walls squeezed tight. The only sound left in the room was skin on skin and the low, hungry sounds of three women finished pretending.