Secret Subscription

Kenna’s poking at her lunch like the food pissed her off. She just turned eighteen, leaves for college in days. London River swings by the table and asks if she’ll miss the family. Kenna gives her the eye-roll trademark and says nope. London sighs, says the house is going to feel pretty empty. Kenna shrugs. “Good thing you’ve still got Dad to keep you busy.” Before her step-mom can answer, she slides out of the chair and leaves. Upstairs, London passes Kenna’s door, spots the usual bomb site of clothes and junk. She steps in, starts tossing shit in piles. On the bed, the laptop’s open. Curiosity wins. London flips it around—and there it is. Porn. Not the cute guy-next-door kind. Older women. Full-on mommy shit. Kenna’s browser history is loud and proud: every video title screams cougar, lesbian, age-gap, baby-girl-this, step-mom-that. London’s jaw drops. She closes the laptop like it burned her fingers, heart pounding. She’s gotta talk to the girl. An hour later she knocks once and barges in. Kenna’s on the bed in tiny shorts. London wastes no time. “Saw your porn stash.” Kenna tries the clueless act, but London steamrolls her: “Cut the crap. Cougars eating barely-legal pussy isn’t exactly discreet.” She lectures: date kids your own age, older folks can be creeps. Kenna grins, says fuck the lectures—if anyone’s gonna show her the ropes it should be the woman already in the house. “You won’t screw me over, step-mommy. Teach me.” London stands there, pulse throbbing between her legs. She could walk away, should walk away, but the girl’s offering and London’s wet. She laughs once, low, then pulls Kenna in. Hands everywhere. Clothes hitting the floor. If someone’s going to break Kenna in, it may as well be the step-mom who’s been dying to get that tight little body under her all summer.