Project Pandora: Part Four

Last time, Isadora's whole life got fucked sideways. She called the shots before—she'd crack open Pandora's box when she wanted, then slam it shut and stick to straight, secret, and boring. Then everything broke overnight. Trance hit her hard. Hallucinations ripped through her: sex with her younger self, the teenage Kitty she'd loved. Woke up screaming "Do what they say!" only to find Julia naked on the bed, watching her dream-fuck. At first Julia just held her, played the comforter. Then she spotted the empty tea cup and that fucking wristband working overtime to kill every lesbian impulse. Something snapped. Julia swung a leg over Isadora's thighs, grinding down hard, tongue already in Isadora's mouth. Isadora kissed back—her hidden life suddenly real, heat pouring between them—until that last shred of control fought its way up. She pulled off. Told herself, loud inside her head, it was never happening again. But the tea and that post-climax glow answered for her. She couldn't stop staring at Julia's slick, shining cunt. No brakes left. She dove in, devouring her sister-in-law like a starving woman. Fifteen years of hunger powered every twist and lock they tried—impossible angles, tangled limbs, sweat-slick bodies folding and opening until the pressure finally burst. They came in waves that left them trembling, soft kisses replacing gasps while the clock started again. Jenna feels the leftover charge in the air and asks why. Isadora lets everything out, trusting Julia completely. Question is—should she?