What Happened To My Little Girl?!

Cassie Del Isla's pacing by the front door, fussing over every wrinkle in Sophia's top while Sophia clutches her backpack like it's the first day of kindergarten. Two whole months apart - Cassie keeps repeating it like that number's gonna change if she says it enough. A car honk cuts through the chatter. They hug hard, Cassie's arms squeezing tighter than usual, and then Sophia's gone. Two months later the door swings open and Cassie's grin dies on her lips. Sophia walks in like she owns the place, tiny crop top barely covering those newly proud tits, low-slung shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. She drops her bags in the hallway, grunts something that might be hello, and heads straight for the shower. Cassie stands frozen, whispering "what happened to my little girl?!" to an empty room. Every day after that the tension thickens. Cassie can't stop staring at the way Sophia moves now, cocky and loud. When she finally plants herself on Sophia's bed and asks what the hell's going on, Sophia lays it out flat: camp introduced her to Becky, a hot lesbian who taught her everything Cassie had kept locked away. Sophia calls her stepmom a prude, says that over-protective bubble left her clueless. Cassie swears she's open-minded, desperate to prove it. Sophia leans in. "Kiss me then." The kiss lands hot and certain. Cassie feels something snap inside her chest and instead of pulling back she pushes forward, hands sliding under that skimpy top to cup Sophia's small, perky tits. Fingers slip lower, finding slick heat between Sophia's thighs, and the room fills with soft gasps and the wet sound of Cassie working two fingers in and out while Sophia rocks against her hand. Cassie keeps going, hungry now, tasting rebellion on her stepdaughter's tongue and loving every second of it.