Sex On The Brain

Indica's getting sick of playing second string to her dad's new wife. Every damn minute he's home, he's got Kit Mercer glued to his side, and Indica's tired of being the background noise. So she cooks up a little plan—get Kit blushing and dripping for her instead. First comes the hike. Kit's in those tight shorts, thighs flexing with every step. Indica keeps 'accidentally' brushing against her, fingertips grazing the smooth skin, 'helping' when Kit stumbles. The sun's hitting her legs just right and Indica's not shy about staring. Kit's cheeks are pink by the time they hit the trailhead. Next up—fruit picking. Indica wears a skirt, nothing underneath. She climbs the ladder, reaches high, and the hem rides all the way up. Kit's holding the basket and gets a full view of Indica's bare ass and pussy peeking out. Kit drops a couple apples and stammers, trying not to stare. Indica smiles like she didn't just flash her step-mom on purpose. By the time they get home Kit's practically squirming. So Indica bites her lip, turns on the sweet act, and asks Kit to teach her about sex. Kit's already too horny to think straight. She says yes before the words finish leaving Indica's mouth. They start side by side, fingers working slow at first. Kit can't hide how wet she is and Indica doesn't bother trying. It doesn't take long before they're pressed together, mouths hungry, hands everywhere—Kit riding Indica's thigh, Indica's tongue between Kit's legs, both of them gasping and moaning until they collapse in a sweaty heap.