Sharing the Bed: Part Three

Shyla's still on the bed where Dani's hands just left her. The sheets smell like both of them. Meanwhile, across town, Sasha pushes open her old front door and walks straight into Syren's stare. The stepmother doesn't give her time to drop her bag before she starts barking about bedtimes, phone rules, and how things are going to work now. All that noise, and Sasha just pictures Dani's mouth on her, how those sessions taught her what her body could actually do. Syren notices the little smile. Then she sees the text Sasha just sent to Shyla. She snatches the phone. Reads it. Throws it on the dresser. "Tell me every filthy thing you did." Sasha tries to hold back, but Syren uses size and years of pushiness to back her into the wall. Threatens Dad. The bedroom door. The whole ruin. So Sasha calls her bluff. Says she's better at fucking girls than Syren ever was at anything. Syren strips, climbs onto the dresser, legs open. Sasha drops to her knees like she was born there and puts her mouth to work. Syren curses and moans, hating how good it feels, calling her stepdaughter every filthy name she can think of while her thighs shake and she comes loud enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. Sasha stays down there grinning against soaked skin, wet from knowing she just fucked the woman who rules the house and hates what Sasha is. Later, alone, Sasha touches her own swollen lips and feels the first twist of guilt because Shyla still doesn't know any of it.