Vivian doesn’t ease me into it.
She has me on my back with my knees pulled to my chest and a bottle of lube in her hand before the house even goes quiet. Our parents are a hallway away. The door is locked. The lights are off except the lamp on her nightstand, which is pointed straight at my cunt like she wants to watch it happen.
“Breathe,” she says.
Four fingers first. I already know that stretch. Then her thumb tucks in and the widest part of her hand presses against me.
The burn is huge.
I grab the sheets. She kisses my inner thigh, patient and filthy at the same time, twisting, pushing, talking me through it.
“You can take it. This p***y’s been dripping for me for months. Let me in, Eden. Let your sister have all of you.”
The last bit pops inside and I cry out into her palm.
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