Project Pandora: Part Four

Last night Isadora's whole damn life flipped upside down. One minute she called the shots, kept the lid on everything, straight-laced and quiet. Next thing she knew she was tripping balls, seeing herself rail her own teenage self and that Kitty girl she used to pine for. She came to with Julia leaning over the bed, butt-naked, watching her twitch and moan. She took one look at the empty tea cup and the bracelet flashing signals, jumped on Isadora's thighs, ground hard, and jammed her tongue down Isadora's throat. Isadora kissed back like she had finally admitted it to herself, right up until her conscience snapped her out of it. She tried to pull away, swearing it would never happen again. Then her eyes dropped straight to Julia's slick cunt and that was it. She buried her face between Julia's legs, tongue working deep, making her sister-in-law gasp and curse. Fifteen years of bottled-up need turned them into pretzels. Scissoring on the edge of the mattress, Julia riding her face against the headboard, Isadora on her knees and taking it from behind. Bodies twisted, legs hooked, clit to clit until both women seized up, shaking, thighs slick. Their mouths met again in soft, slow kisses, almost gentle. Outside, Jenna felt the awkward tension still hanging in the air and asked what the hell was going on. Isadora spilled every filthy detail, trusting Julia not to use it against her, hoping like hell she wouldn't.