Finding Your Rhythm

Sia Lust bounces around her room like a firecracker in a bottle, headphones cranked while she flails and spins. Kristen Scott strolls past, stops dead, and watches her step-sister’s carefree show with a slow, sly grin. Sia’s too far gone in her own rhythm to notice, so Kristen edges in, catching her off-guard mid-twirl. Sia laughs it off, blushing, confessing she’s practicing for prom night. Kristen doesn’t miss a beat. She tells her the dancing’s cute, but stiff, and offers a hands-on lesson right there. When Kristen mentions slow dances and mood-setting, Sia squirms and blurts that none of that applies—she’s never done it. Virgin territory. Kristen’s eyes light up, like she just cracked the code. She decides the cure is obvious: loosen Sia up with a solid fuck and the moves will follow. A couple teasing kisses later, clothes are history. Kristen’s tongue works Sia’s pierced nipples, then slides lower, tasting her until Sia’s knees buckle. Sia flips the script, gets Kristen on her back, and returns every lick and stroke like she’s been starving for it. They keep at each other until the room smells like sweat and sex, then Kristen leaves her panting on the sheets with one last cocky smirk. Question is, when Sia hits that prom floor, will her hips finally know what to do?