Tale Of Hidden Embers

Christina and Karina dropped onto the couch after the holiday dinner mess, both barefoot and rubbing their sore soles. They swapped gripes about their lazy husbands while flexing and stretching their toes, the firelight catching the shine on their soles. Upstairs, Lia scribbled in her diary, feeling ignored on the worst Christmas ever. When the house finally quieted, she crept down to spill the secret that she was a lesbian. She stopped cold in the doorway. Karina was sprawled naked on the couch, her big tits heaving as she teased her own pussy with slow, deliberate fingers. Christina had already slipped out, leaving the room to the stepmom and stepdaughter. Lia’s eyes widened at the sight of her stepmother’s shaved mound, but her own smaller tits tightened under her thin top. A sharp, awkward chat followed—shock, shame, then a strange, heated bargain. Karina promised to take Lia’s virginity right there on the cushions if she kept the cheating quiet. Fingers slick with anticipation, the two leaned in, soles brushing, the scent of warm skin mixing with the faint pine of the tree.