Better Than She Knows Herself

Seth Gamble loves his stepsister Eliza Ibarra so damn much he can't stand watching her stay pent up. He knows she's gay and won't say a word about it to anyone else. So he brings in muscle: calls up gorgeous escort Aila Donovan and tells her the whole thing - fly solo to their place, sweet-talk his sister, peel her open if that's what ends up happening. Night rolls around, Seth pulls introductions, the two hit like kerosene on a flame. They kiss once the lights go off and you're following in the hall as they peel off shirts, slap fingers between pretty thighs, grind hips like they've waited years. Clock's dead quiet until Seth's bed feels cold. He creeps barefoot, finds Eliza's door half-cracked; Miss Donovan's face is buried between Eliza's tits, her slick finger sliding in wet folds. They hear the floorboard and Seth steps out cock-swollen under his boxers. He's not dating Aila, hell, she's the lure - his twenty cash credits tonight expressly to loosen the truth everyone already sees except Eliza. First he feels those narrow eyes, shock and sting, then the softening realization he's sick of watching her hurt quietly for no fucking reason. Aila cuts the silence, grins, pulls her slicked hand from a dangling breast, says 'Come on in, Brit. Winner three. Tonight's new chapter starts now.' Seth does.