Secret Slumber Party

Abella slips into the dark bedroom. Her fingers trace Ava’s inner thighs while she lies there sleeping. Ava jolts awake. Her eyes go wide. What the hell is her stepdaughter doing in here this late? Abella whispers that she’s scared alone with Dad gone; she just wants to feel safe. Ava swears nothing bad can touch them, nobody’s breaking in, nobody’s taking her away. Abella keeps begging until Ava’s resistance cracks. They spoon. Ava feels the heat of Abella’s body too close and tells her it isn’t right at her age. Besides, Dad would lose it. Abella asks why. That’s when Ava spills. She admits her history, how she failed to resist teenage stepdaughters in every house she’s built. How the hunger ruined each marriage. Abella listens, heat pooling under her panties. She wonders if she’s the same. Ava’s hunger takes the wheel. She makes Abella swear Dad never hears a word. Then she pushes into her arms and tells her to grab those heavy breasts. Abella squeezes. Ava starts recounting every filthy thing she did to the last ones, every secret shiver, every taste. Abella’s fingers dip into her own panties, stroking, breath breaking faster with every word. Ava takes over, hand sliding between Abella’s legs, fingers gliding over slick lips with steady pressure until the orgasm twists through her. Abella wants more. She drops between Ava’s thighs, tongue working up and down, sucking, licking, making Ava grind on her face until she comes hard. Abella keeps licking until the tremors fade. Ava looks down at her, chest heaving. Did her girl pass the test?