Riches To Rags

Alexis Fawx and her stepdaughter Gia Derza sit on the bed, eyes glued to tiny slips of paper. Alexis swears she can't believe he pulled this shit. Gia nods. A million each if they stop seeing each other? Even for Dad that's ice-cold. She remembers why her birth mom ditched him. Alexis smirks, glad the ex-wife walked, otherwise she wouldn't be here with Gia, wouldn't have fallen so hard. Gia leans in, lips soft at first, then hungrier. She hates that Dad walked in on them. Now it's cash or the curb, divorce, nothing left. Alexis sighs. Prenup means zero. No money, no life, no way to spoil Gia. She tells Gia to take the cash, find someone else, live easy. Gia cups Alexis' face. No one else. She'd rather starve with her than ball without her. With a sharp rip, Gia tears her check in half and tosses it. Alexis laughs, does the same, cheeks wet. They whisper love, kiss again. 'Glad you became my step-mom...Mom,' Gia breathes, then Alexis yanks off Gia's panties and dives between her thighs, tongue working that soaked slit. Weeks later they lie in a cramped bedroom, cheaper clothes, cheaper everything. Still they kiss like they own the world. Gia asks if Alexis regrets a thing. Alexis smiles, says the only thing she feels is lucky. Hands slide under shorts, tits spill free—Gia’s small perky ones and Alexis’ heavy, natural rack. Fingers sink deep, moans fill the room, and the million-dollar offers feel like a joke they already burned.