Just Can't Keep Them Apart!

Gianna opens the door and finds Hazel Grace standing there with a duffel bag. Two nineteen-year-old blondes who haven’t seen each other in months hug like they just got out of jail. Then Katie Morgan steps in, all brunette curves and big, round tits barely tamed by a thin robe. The air shifts. Hazel’s eyes drop straight to Katie’s chest, Katie’s eyes drop straight to Hazel’s mouth, and Gianna’s neck starts to flush. She grabs Hazel’s bag, mutters something about “getting you settled,” and drags her down the hall like she’s stopping a crime in progress. Later, movie night. Gianna and Hazel claim the couch. Katie walks in fresh from a shower, towel still in her hair, and angles toward the middle cushion like a heat-seeking missile. Gianna sees it coming and launches herself into the gap, nearly getting sat on. Katie lands on the arm instead, eyebrows climbing. Hazel frowns. Gianna beams, proud as a cat that just knocked over the vase. Bedtime. Katie leans over to kiss her step-daughter goodnight. Hazel pouts and asks for one too. Lips brush, bodies lean, and Gianna’s hand shoots up like a traffic cop. “Okay, enough, Mom—goodnight.” Katie backs off with a smirk. An hour later Gianna’s still staring at the ceiling. Hazel’s breathing is slow and steady. Gianna whispers, “Finally,” and slips out of bed. She rinses her face, brushes her teeth, pads back barefoot. The door’s cracked. Inside, Katie’s on her back with Hazel’s mouth between her legs, both of them naked, tits bouncing, moaning like they’re trying to wake the neighbors. Gianna freezes in the doorway, then barges in. “What the hell!” Katie and Hazel don’t even flinch. They just look at her—wet, flushed, amused. Gianna’s words tumble out before she can stop them: “I didn’t want you two together because I want her.” Katie’s grin widens. Hazel sits up, eyes sparkling. They pull Gianna onto the bed between them and the three of them stop pretending.