Closer to Home

Jill came skipping down her driveway to check the mail and grinned when she found what she'd been waiting for. She rushed inside and dropped onto the couch, then froze, staring at the envelope. Deep breath, quick rip, and there it was—her acceptance letter to Alaskan University. Before she could text anyone, Kendra James strolled in and plopped down beside her. Jill read the letter out loud, eyes wide and sparkling, but Kendra's face stayed stone-cold. Too far away, she argued, trying to steer Jill toward community college with soft pressure on her leg. Kendra dangled a shiny new car, guilt-tripped her about 'us,' then hiked her skirt, shoved her panties aside, and spread her smooth pussy right there on the couch. Jill's breath hitched at the sight. When Kendra asked if Jill would miss her stepmother's love, the girl answered with her tongue, lapping Kendra's swollen clit in greedy circles while two fingers drove deep inside. Kendra gushed, thighs shaking. Then she stripped Jill, sank between her spread legs, and tongue-fucked her sloppy wet slit with practiced precision, sucking and swirling until the girl trembled and cried out. Kendra had everything to gain if Jill stayed right where she could keep her dripping and grateful.