A Snappy Seduction

Rebel waits until the house is quiet. Her sister is out cold on the couch, dress hiked, mouth open. Jean stands in the doorway, shirt half-buttoned, eyes already on the bed. Rebel and Ziggy lie across the sheets, skin bare and warm. Ziggy’s hand rests on Rebel’s hip, fingers slow, a light pull. Jean steps closer. Rebel looks up, blue eyes steady, then turns her face to the hard line in his pants. She frees him, lips brushing the head first, breath hot. Her tongue traces, slow, then she opens wider, taking him deeper until her throat tightens around the length. Ziggy watches, then leans in to lick the base where Rebel’s lips meet skin. Balls rest heavy on her chin; she kisses lower, soft suction pulling one into her mouth, tongue rolling, then the other. Jean’s fingers slide into Rebel’s dark hair, guiding, a small thrust. Ziggy moves behind him, tongue tracing lower, wet heat and careful pressure, soft sounds leaving her as she works. Rebel looks up again, cheeks hollowed, saliva shiny at the corners of her mouth. The room smells like sweat and skin. Jean breathes through his teeth. No words yet, only the slow pull of mouths and the quiet creak of the bed under their weight.