I Really Have to Pee

Keisha's night out gets hijacked when her parents call her in to rescue Abella, who's stranded and about to wet herself. She drags herself and her cab over, already smirking at the thought of teasing her stepsister a little. The second they step inside, Keisha shoves her body in front of the bathroom door, blocking Abella who is bouncing, legs locked, face flushed. “Please,” Abella begs, but Keisha’s smirk just gets wider—until Abella’s bladder loses the fight and hot piss spills down her thighs, soaking those tight jean shorts dark. Keisha watches the stain spread, fascinated, a tight little thrill curling low in her stomach. She wipes Abella’s wet cheeks, kisses the whimper right off her lips. Abella yanks the shorts and panties off, and Keisha drops right down, tongue plunging into the thick bush, lapping at sticky skin. Abella jumps back, voice sharp—nobody can know, Mom and Dad would kill them. Keisha laughs it off and follows Abella into her room anyway. Threatens to tattle unless Abella mouths her tits, squeezes that juicy ass and pops it with a playful slap. Abella keeps shoving her away, but Keisha’s fingers, her soft mouth, the filthy little whispers keep chipping at her wall. Eventually Abella gives in, curious fingers sliding over the wet spot on Keisha’s panties. Keisha pushes Abella’s legs open, rubs fast and hard until Abella sprays clear juice everywhere, drenching the couch and Keisha’s open mouth. Keisha gulps it down. Abella moans like she’s dying, then yanks Keisha’s panties off and buries her face in pussy. They twist into a messy 69, thighs shaking, until Keisha pushes Abella back and sits on her face, grinding against Abella’s eager tongue until she cums loud enough to echo. Later they tangle legs and trib like girls in the pornos Abella secretly watched, and the next time Keisha tongues her, Abella gushes a hard stream straight down her throat. She plants her mouth on Keisha’s ass, tongue working her hole while fingers work her cunt, and Keisha shudders through an intense orgasm. Sweaty, sticky, the two cling to each other on the ruined couch until they hear the front door. The question is—can they pull clothes back on fast enough?