Rival Cheerleaders: Part Two

Piper's growing into the teenage girl she's always been. Bailey's eaten up by jealousy—her younger stepsister beat her to the closet and still has the guts to fuck her own bedroom. So Bailey sneaks in, buries her face in Piper's dirty clothes, and steals her panties like some desperate little creep. She can't wait. Morning light slants across the sheets as Bailey pounces on Piper's body, hungry. Piper hisses a warning, finger against her sister's mouth: no noise, Mom and Dad are right down the hall. Bailey shuts her up with a wet kiss. She spreads her legs, shaved lips glistening. Piper kneels between them and drags her tongue slow over the soft fold, tasting her own step-sister on the quiet morning. Bailey bites the pillow to keep from crying out. She rips off her own T-shirt and bra, nipples stiff. Piper sucks one into her mouth, teeth grazing, while Bailey's shaky hand shoves under those lilac panties and slides two fingers into her sister's slick heat. The bed creaks. Their stifled breaths turn ragged, then loud—reckless moans tearing through the silence. Any second the house will wake up and find both of them tangled, wet, ruined.