Our Girl's All Grown Up

Leah sits on her bed scribbling in her diary, counting down the minutes until she turns 18. Downstairs, Cory and Nadia are blowing up a ridiculous number of balloons, stringing lights, and turning the living room into a pink-and-gold explosion. Cory steps back, hands on hips, and asks if they went too far. Nadia just smirks, says they could never overdo this one—Leah’s crossing over into grown-up territory today, and they’re the ones giving her the shove. Leah bounds downstairs, eyes wide at the surprise. The stepmoms crown her with a glittery tiara and loop a satin sash over her chest, and the three of them laugh, hug, and soak in the fact that they finally get to be the same kind of family on the inside that they’ve pretended to be on the outside. Leah leans in, voice dropping, reminding them about that “family tradition” Nadia’s people have. The same one that says when a girl hits 18, the older women show her exactly how powerful her body can be. Cory and Nadia have been counting the days too. They pull Leah close, press soft kisses on her mouth, then peel her top down so they can cup and tease her full, natural tits, rolling her nipples between their fingers until she gasps. Nadia counts out eighteen firm spanks across Leah’s bare ass, each one punctuated by a little moan from the birthday girl. The party is only getting started.