H-Hey, Th-That Tickles...!

Saturday morning sun hits Lexi's bed like a dare. Her stepdaughter's still curled up, Eliza dead to the world. Screw that. Lexi marches in and rips the covers clean off. Eliza groans, mutters weekend rights. Not today. Lexi knows exactly where to press: right under the ribs, fingers flying. Eliza twists and squeals, toes curling so tight they pop, thin tee creeping up until it shows the smooth strip of her belly. The real surprise hits a beat later. Eliza's panties are soaked through, dark spot blooming fast. Another wild jiggle from Lexi's hands and the fabric twitches. Warm liquid spurts out, turning the sheet into a puddle. Eliza freezes, cheeks flaming, whispering she'd never done that before. Lexi grins, voice low and cocky. "That's not broken, baby girl, that's the feature." She promises lessons if Eliza wants to own the trick instead of getting ambushed by it. Eliza nods so fast the mattress bounces, scoots sideways, and drags her grinning stepmom into the wet sheets for a hands-on masterclass in letting it rip.