pairing: stepsisters - nerdy!megan skiendiel x popular!daniela avanzini
content warnings: stepcest (but not really), smut, g!p megan, oral (megan r!), fingering (daniela r!), dirty talk, uses of spanish, dani refers to herself as mamí, humor, some fluff, cream pie, unprotected sex, use of “cock” and “dick”, use of mami and papi (sorry couldn't resist, it's only a few times), tummy bulge, kinda confessions, mutual masturbation kinda, not proofread I'm lazy!
summary: megan and daniela’s parents have been dating for a little over a year, and soon to be married. the two don’t like it, until they take a liking to each other.
author’s note: hi everyone first fic! also first smut, so take it easy on me! I didn't proofread I'm sorry I wanted to give this to you guys :P I hope you like it please be nice ! - may
The halls of Crestview High were bustling as the final bell rang. Students flew out of classrooms, packing the hallway like sardines. Voices of the many different cliques bounced off the walls as people began to gather with the rest of their respective groups.
“Come on, Megan. Class ended 3 minutes ago, do you know how crowded the halls are now?” Manon said to a crouched Megan Skiendiel, who was stuffing about 4 notebooks in her bag.
“Yeah, sorry, they’re being stubborn today. Are you taking me home? I don’t want to ride with Daniela.” Megan spoke back, slinging her beat-up Jansport over one shoulder. She shot Manon a pleading glance, trying to make herself look smaller.
“Really? Sophia and I were gonna go get food,” Manon groaned, slouching her shoulders as they shuffled out of the AP Chemistry classroom. “Ugh, you can flirt with Sophia whenever you want! Can you drive me, please? She was in a mood this morning when she picked me up.”
Manon looked at her annoying best friend, trying so hard to stay firm on her answer.
She didn’t.
“Fine.” She grunted. Megan beamed, pushing her glasses up further, smiling brightly. “Thanks, Manz! I knew you’d come around!” She spoke, lightly shoving Manon with her shoulder. Manon shoved back, slightly harder as Megan stumbled, barely missing a locker.
You might be wondering why Megan did NOT want to ride with Daniela.
Well, Megan’s father–William Skiendiel– is a recent divorcee. And one night, he stumbled upon none other than Ana Llorente, Daniela Avanzini’s mother. The pair sparked a romance, and have been dating for over a year now, and have recently moved into the Skiendiel family’s impressively large home.
Daniela does not like it. Megan is quite indifferent.
You see, Daniela is quite the queen bee at Crestview. Popular, beautiful, cheer captain, and immensely feared by the school population. Megan is quite the opposite. Loner, nerdish tendencies, top of all her classes, yet a complete nobody. Daniela and her other cheerleader minions; Sophia and Lara saw Megan as a weakling. Daniela practically tormented Megan for 3 years, while Manon and Sophia flirted in the background. And when Megan’s father and Daniela’s mother hit it off, that torment only spiked.
Many small comments and light shoves through the hallways led to the present, as Megan and Manon walked to the front door. The two friends spotted their opposing group almost immediately, Manon lighting up towards Sophia, as she waved gleefully towards her.
“Hi, Manon!” Sophia shouted with a smile as Manon bounced her way over, sliding right into the group's conversation. “Hi, Phia,” She sighed, wrapping an arm around the younger girl with a bright smile on her face.
Megan rolled her eyes. She begrudgingly walked over, her glasses falling slightly down her nose. Daniela noticed, an uncomfortable yet unnamable feeling settling back into her stomach. It happened every time she looked at the nerdy loser, but she didn’t wanna dwell on it.
The two stood quite the distance away from each other, Megan not wanting to set off the older girls’ short fuse. Manon and Sophia began engaging in a conversation, drifting closer to each other every word. Megan felt her face flush at the thought of breaking that up just to ask for a ride.
Daniela noticed the younger girl’s strange behaviour, rather more strange than usual. She was always weird, to be fair. “Weirdo.” Daniela thought.
“What’s with you?” Daniela said, raising an eyebrow and grimacing at Megan' s flushed face. “Oh- uh, nothing.” Megan stuttered, avoiding eye contact. The brunette watched the younger girl avert her gaze back towards Sophia and Manon.
“Ahem,” Megan cleared her throat, eyeing the couple. Both heads perked up, Manon audibly groaning. “Do I really have to, Megs?” She whined, slouching down. Sophia’s fingers were grazing the younger girl's arm, silently questioning what Megan wanted her to do. “She wants me to take her home.” The Swiss girl grumbled.
Megan rolled her eyes, taking her glasses off to rub the fog from the cold weather off, then pushing them back up her nose. Daniela tracked the younger girl's hands move throughout the motions, and the mere size of them compared to the glasses.
“Wait, what now?” Daniela questioned, looking between Megan and Manon. Megan groaned, clutching her thick textbooks harder. “I thought you were coming home with me?” The latina questioned, looking at Megan with her eyebrows furrowed. “W-well, I was but I figured it would be easier if Manon did…” Megan said, barely above a whisper. Dani’s eyebrows furrowed again, confusion plastered across her face. “That’s dumb as fuck, Megan, just get in my car.” Daniela scoffed, tightening a cropped jacket around her figure.
Megan looked slightly down towards her, eyes trailing over her figure. Flare jeans fitting into every curve perfectly, curly black hair tied in a bun, pink and bedazzled cropped jacket, Megan finds herself in a trance. And finds her pants a little tighter. “Snap out of it, pervert.” She thinks to herself. She clears her throat.
“Yeah, Megan. Get in Dani’s car.” Manon said with a smirk, watching the younger girl’s glasses fog again. She rubs them with her sleeve.
The Canto girl whines, clutching her books and shoving a hand in her hoodie’s pockets. “Fine,” She mumbles towards Dani. “But we have to leave now. I have AP Chemistry, Pre-Calculus, and Honors Biology tests tomorrow that I need to study for.” Megan groans, tightening her hold on her backpack. Manon and Sophia snicker. “Whatever, nerd. Bye, Soph!” Daniela yells, turning and walking towards her luxurious BMW Series 5. “Mommy’s money.” Megan thought to herself. “Byeee, Megannnn!!!” Manon drawed out, waving with a smile as she opened the door to her car for Sophia. Megan flipped her off as her response.
Dani was already in the car, latin music blasting through the speakers. “Put your bag in the back.” She spoke, not looking up from her phone. Megan backed out from the front seat, turning to set her bag and books down carefully in the spacious backseat. Spacious, except for the lot of jackets and hoodies Daniela was hoarding in her car.
“Why do you have so many jackets in the back?” She asked, dropping into the seat and adjusting her glasses. Her jeans folded at her crotch area, so she adjusted that too. Daniela pretended she didn’t notice. “One for every hookup,” She replied with a smirk, setting her phone down and starting the ignition.
Megan’s face morphed into a look of horror as she glanced back to the backseats.
Daniela turned to look at her reaction and saw the disgust. “Jesus, I’m just kidding. I run cold.” She said with a scoff. Megan’s face returned to normal with a relieved sigh.
Megan picked up her phone, scrolling through various apps as Dani drove them to their shared home. While scrolling on Twitter, her phone vibrated. A text from her dad appeared.
Hey kiddo, mind coming home right after school? Bring Daniela, too.
Her eyes scanned the message, wondering why he would ask her to come home with Daniela. Like, obviously she will? Daniela is the one more likely to not.
Daniela saw Megan’s phone ping with a text, a strange sense of–jealousy? No – something running cold through her body. “Who are you texting?” She said, a sharp tone in her voice. Megan looked up, pushing her stupid glasses up with her stupid big hands, with a concerned look on her face. “Why are you so red?” She asked. “Idiot.” Dani thought. “I don’t know. Who texted you?” Danie replied curtly.
Megan sensed the tone, but she couldn’t decipher why Dani was acting the way she was. She replied none-the-less. “Uh- just my dad. He asked us to come home.” Dani’s face scrunched. “Why would he ask that? Of course we will.” She rolled her eyes, averting them back to the road. Megan just shrugged her shoulders.
She responded, staring until she received a reply.
Me and Llorente need to talk to you both.
Megan’s eyes widen slightly, Dani catching the reaction. “What’d he say?” The latina asked, eyeing the younger girl. “He said he and your mom need to talk to us.” Megan said, a nervous tone in her words. “The fuck? Why?” Daniela wondered. “I don’t know, Dani.” The taller girl replied with an anxious waver.
Dani appreciated how her name sounded on her tongue. She did not appreciate the tone. “Damn, Megan, I was just asking.”
“S-sorry.” Megan said, tugging her hood up and rubbing her glasses. She shrunk further in her seat, leaving her dad on read.
Once the two had successfully survived the car ride back without killing each other, Megan fumbled with her keys at the front door. After unlocking it, Dani shrugged right past her, her backside rubbing against Megan’s pants. The Canto girl’s breath caught ever so slightly. “Jesus.” She muttered, reaching to fix her jeans.
“What’d you say?” Daniela asked, whipping around, her hair flowing widely. “Of course right now she looks like she’s from a fucking hair care commercial.”
Megan’s eyes wide as she tries (and fails) to play it cool. “Uh, n-nothing. Sorry.” She said, quickly removing her hands from her jeans. Daniela’s eyes flicked downwards. “Fuck! She totally saw. Shit shit shit-”
“Right.” Daniela said, the word rolling off her tongue longer than necessary. She turned around with a smirk, completely hidden from Megan. However, she made sure to wave her hips just a bit more than usual.
Dani waltzed into the kitchen, Megan trailing behind her, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Hola, mamá,” Daniela said, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. “Hola, cariño.” Her mother replied. “Jeez, Megan, are you okay? You’re really red.” Megan’s dad asked, standing to put a hand on her forehead.
“I’m fine, Dad!” She said, her voice an octave higher as she avoided the touch. Daniela glanced over, catching the squeamish girl’s eyes. They were big, round, and a shade of brown Daniela often found herself falling into. She swallowed and looked away.
Megan sat down onto one of the kitchen island stools, one that was facing opposite of her dad and Daniela’s mom. Dani was sitting next to her, close enough that the slightest movement would cause their shoulders to brush. Megan sat as still as she could. She didn’t want another incident happening if Dani touched her. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten a hard-on from the girl she shares a home with. One time, she saw Dani walking from the hallway bathroom into her own room, drops of water lingering on her flushed skin, sheer towel an inch from falling off. Megan thinks about that sometimes.
Megan thought to herself, if she would just get laid, these thoughts would probably stop, right? She hoped. Though, it’s not like anyone at school would do her a favor, besides asking her to do their homework or shoving her into a locker. So cliche, right?
“Megan,” Her dad spoke, his gruffly voice snapping her out of whatever she was thinking. Dissociation is not an uncommon thing for Megan. “Ahem. As we were saying,” Her dad continued once he had the girl’s attention. He waved between himself and Daniela’s mom. “Dani, me and your mother love you both so much. We also love each other so much,”
William had a big smile on his face, and Megan felt her pulse quicken. Quite a lot. “They’re not gonna say what I think they’re gonna say, right??” She thought, looking at Daniela who had the same expression.
“This cannot be happening, PLEASE don’t tell me this is happening.” Dani thought with an anxious look.
“Sooo…” Megan’s father said with a smile before looking at Dani’s mother. The two exchanged a mischievous look.
“We’re getting married this summer!” They said in sync, smiling wide as Daniela’s mother held up the ring.
Megan and Daniela’s stomachs’ dropped. Megan took off her glasses, giving them a rub before putting them back on as if she truly didn’t believe it. Daniela stared at the ring in awe, like if she blinked it would disappear.
“What??” The girls replied in sync. They gave each other a quick glance.
Dani’s mother smiled, seemingly eager to talk about it, while Megan’s father watched her with pride. The younger girls just stared back. “Crazy, right, mija? He said we would just be going on a walk, so sly! He ended up…” Megan eventually zoned out, her mind trailing back to thoughts she’s had about Daniela. The girl right next to her. Her soon-to-be stepsister.
Now, Megan knew she wasn’t the purest soul when it came to her thoughts. But now, she really knew it.
Daniela, on the other hand, was seething. She didn’t want a sister. She was fine being her mom’s only child. It wasn’t anything against Megan, more the fact that Megan was somewhat… unreachable now. Cause that would be weird, right? Daniela should not be thinking about how large Megan’s hands looked compared to her stupid glasses that fell every two seconds, right? Or the way Megan sits with her toned legs open, right? Or how easy it is to make her nice, smart, nerdy-girl composure slip, right??
“T-that’s great, guys!” Megan said, trying to break the awkward silence between the four after realizing Dani’s mom had finished talking quite a minute ago. She smiled, but Dani noticed how it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, the ring is gorgeous, mamá. Do you guys have a date?” Daniela asked, also showing off a smile.
“Well, not quite yet. We have a venue in mind, we’re gonna leave for a small trip in a few days to take a look.” Dani’s mother replied. Megan looked at her watch, it was Tuesday. “So, like, Thursday or Friday?” The younger girl asked. “Probably, Meg. Why? Are you trying to have a party?” Her dad asked with a smirk. “Well n-no, I was just curious.” Dani rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Megan? A party? Yeah right, with her books.” The girl laughed at her own thoughts. Megan looked over and shot her a glare.
“Well guys, that’s great. Gosh, I can’t believe it! Anyway, I’m gonna go study now, I just can’t wait for this!” Megan said, all while slowly standing and pushing her stool into the island, somehow managing to slip away from the conversation.
Daniela watched in awe with her eyebrows raised. “I’m so happy for you guys. This is amazing, mamá. I can’t wait to be a bridesmaid!” She said cheerfully, slipping out of the room, too. The girl’s parents looked at each other and smiled, unbeknownst to their children’s crisis that was soon to happen.
A few hours after the commotion, Megan had called Manon and told her the news. Manon laughed at Megan’s reaction about having to be stepsisters with Daniela, teasing her about her small crush. Megan hung up.
The younger girl was now sitting at her desk, playing Fortnite on her too-large monitor. The monitor was surrounded by various Funko Pops, as well as little figures of Chemistry elements. Her headphones rested atop her head, deft fingers working away at her keyboard. Shots were ringing in her ear from the headphones, as she sat completely in her own world.
Daniela had been pacing around her room for 30 minutes. “What do you mean this absolute dweeb is my stepsister now!! I can’t do this, Lara, I really can’t.” She rambled into her phone that sat on her bed on speaker. “Ugh!” She screamed into her pillow after flopping onto her bed.
“Dani, you’re gonna be fine. She’s not that bad. She’s just a little…nerdy. That’s all,” Lara replied, doing her best to try and calm Dani down. “She’s also…kinda hot? Like, the glasses and the whole nerd facade, and Dani, those hands.” Lara squealed. “Lara, gross!! She’s weird! And, like, a total smart-ass. She’s sooo not attractive at all. You’re gross.” Dani said with a flushed face, trying to sound unbothered and completely disgusted. She definitely did not.
“Oh my God, Dani, you’re totally lying!! Oh my god, that’s so funny! You like Megan!” Lara laughed rather loudly. “Shut up, Lara, I do not! She’s an asshole. I can’t stand her.” Daniela recoiled with a beet-red face. “Daniela Avanzini has a crush on her smarty-pants stepsister Megan Skiendiel!” The younger girl sang.
“You’re literally living the fanfiction life right now, Dani. I bet she likes you, too. Nerdy girl and the popular cheerleader, and they were stepsisters! I’m literally gonna write this.” She continued. “You’re disgusting. Absolutely gross. Ew, ew, ew.” Dani chanted, covering her face as if Lara could see. “She’s not your step sister yet. Might as well bag that while you can.” Dani’s jaw dropped in shock at what Lara said. “I’m hanging up!” She squealed, tapping her phone vigorously. She could hear Lara still laughing right before the line cut.
Her head found the pillow once more, groaning loudly as she kicked her feet against her bed.
Dani had changed into sweatpants with a pink Aelfric Eden hoodie she forced her dad to buy her, her curly hair was tied in a ponytail. She had been thinking about the newfound situation with Megan, feeling as though she needed to do something about it.
That’s how she found herself storming into the younger girls room.
She barged right through the door, finding the girl sitting cross-legged on her gaming chair, eyes glued to her monitor. Her fingers moved quickly across keys, the little character moving by her command. Daniela stopped to stare for a second.
Megan had changed into grey sweatpants, and a black tank top, showing off slightly toned arms. How she makes time to work out in between having her nose in a textbook, Daniela wasn’t sure. She wasn’t quite complaining though.
Dani walked forward, stopping right behind Megan, and pulled her headphones off her head. “Hey! What the hell, Dani?” Megan questioned, trying to reach for the headphones, big hands stretched out towards the older girl. “Listen up, Skiendiel. We need to talk.” She said sternly, pacing around the room again. “Give me my headphones back, Daniela! I was in the middle of something!” Megan whined, looking back and forth from her screen and Daniela.
“No!” Dani screeched in response. “You’re not my sister. You’ll never be my sister. This does not make us friends, so don’t think that. This changes nothing, do you understand??” The older girl seethed, gripping the headphones tightly, managing to leave imprints into the cushioned foam. Megan watched in shock, eyes scanning up and down the girl that had stopped pacing.
Dani could see the fear in her eyes, and it felt like a drug. To hold this sort of power over the younger girl, watching the color drain from her face, a pouty look like she’d do anything Daniela asked her to. Dani had the girl at her feet, and it felt great.
“Uh y-yeah. I understand, Dani.” Megan said quickly, holding her breath. Her eyes scanned around her room, trying to avoid looking at Dani. Because if looks could kill, Megan would probably be obliterated.
“What do you understand?” The latina urged, wanting to hear the younger girl say it. She needed to hear Megan say it.
“T-that we aren’t sisters. Or friends. That nothing will change. I-I understand.” Megan breathed, staring into the crazed eyes of Daniela. The younger girl was breathing heavily. Daniela watched her throat move as she gulped. She felt like she was on a power trip.
Daniela stared. Her dark eyes raked over the girl, stopping at her sweatpants, staring at the slight peak of a print she could see. Her heart sped up. Her eyes traveled back up to Megan’s face, which was now flushed red. Daniela smiled, a tight, threatening smile.
“Good! I’m glad we’re on the same page.” She said, walking closer and shoving the headphones back at Megan’s chest. They dropped into her lap, and Megan’s large hands scrambled to grab them. “T-thanks.” Megan mumbled, still looking at Dani.
Dani walked towards the door, stopping by a shelf full of figurines and science toys. She picked up a molecule model of H2O, stifling a laugh as she dropped it to the ground. She smiled back at Megan, making a satisfied noise before opening the door and exiting the room.
Megan released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
Megan sighed as the door closed, her heart thumping so loud Daniela could probably hear it from the other room. She set the headphones down nicely on her desk right next to her PC.
Standing from the chair, she walked herself to her bathroom. Her legs were shaking slightly for reasons she wasn’t sure of. Gosh, Daniela was so mad at her. Like, genuine anger in her eyes. And Megan liked it.
“Why did I like that?” She muttered to herself in front of her mirror, thinking back to the way Daniela stared at her. Those eyes. Dark, slightly slanted, staring into Megan’s soul. Like she wanted to eat her alive, and Megan would let her, honestly.
Was she perverted? Dani was definitely not thinking about this like Megan was. Megan couldn’t stop thinking about this whole confrontation. She could feel her sweatpants getting tighter, looking down and seeing a visible bulge.
“Fuck.” She breathed, knowing there was only one thing she could do now. She walked back to her bed, lying down against her headboard. She tentatively reached for her waistband, mind drifting back to Daniela. Her slim figure, her eyes, her thick thighs… Megan didn’t even notice that she had pulled down her sweats, her plaid boxers tented.
She sighed, reaching and pulling out her fully-hardened dick, slick with precum at the mere thought of the girl just down the hall. Her breathing quickened, fingers reaching, giving her cock a few light strokes. “Oh, god.” She mumbled, head falling back against the headboard. The cool touch of her hands caused her dick to twitch slightly.
Her mind drifted back to random memories of Daniela. Daniela with her face shiny with sweat after an excruciating cheer practice. Daniela, mumbling random sentences in Spanish while driving them to school. Watching Daniela practice from the bleachers, her body moving so sensually.
Megan’s fist moved up and down her thick shaft, thumb jutting out to rub against her swollen pink tip. Her free hand moved to push up her foggy glasses from the tip of her nose. Her cock twitched in her hand, which was moving faster than before. Her breath was coming out in shallow pants, feeling a pool of heat form in her stomach.
She knew she wasn’t gonna last, she never did. That’s why she hasn’t hooked up with anyone. Cause, like, obviously people want to hook up with her. She just says no. ‘Cause too many people ask. Right. Anyway,
Her hand rotated around her shaft, feeling the slickness running down from her tip. “Fuck, Dani, please!” The younger girl hadn’t even realized she had said it. But, it didn’t ruin her mood. If anything, it got her even closer.
She started picturing Dani, her manicured nails scratching down her own abdomen, Dani’s free hand twisting around her shaft. Dani’s rough voice talking to Megan, refusing to let her cum. The image was so clear, burned forever in Megan’s perverted mind.
“Oh, my God,” Megan muttered, feeling her entire body tense up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whined, her dick twitching and her balls clenching. Cum ran down her cock, spurting from her throbbing tip, landing right on her midsection, where her top had ridden up. She removed her hand from her now-softened dick, observing the mess. Drops of the sticky substance were on her hand, as well as painted across her boxers.
The girl was breathing heavily, her non-messy hand fixing her glasses. “Oh, my God, what did I just do?” She mumbled, wiping her hand on her boxers. She said it like a statement, less a question. She didn’t regret it, or anything she thought. Which was the worst part of what she did.
The whirr of her PC surrounded the room, LED lights changing as she slowly wiped her mess off of herself. Sighing again, she changed her clothes, laying back in bed. The girl rubbed her face with her hands, her mind still a cloudy fog of thoughts.
This girl was going to be her stepsister in a matter of months, Megan knew she needed to get it together. She can’t keep thinking like this, she knew that. She just hoped Daniela hadn’t noticed her strange behaviour in the past months. That’d make it a lot easier for Megan to quit being such a perv.
Megan’s textbooks sat abandoned at the edge of her bed, she had completely forgotten she left the conversation downstairs to study. She groaned, remembering all of her upcoming tests. The girl reached out to grab the books.
She studied for the next hour, unbeknownst to the same sinful acts Daniela was doing just next door.
Daniela sat atop her neatly-made bed, the indistinct chatter of some reality TV show flowing throughout her room. She had a candle lit, some stupid shit like ‘Blooming Cherry Blossom’. Something Megan got her for Christmas last year. She’s almost convinced the girl bought it for Daniela just to hear her say no and get to keep it for herself. Daniela kept it just in spite of that. She actually hates the smell. It reminds her of Megan, which is really the main reason she hates it.
She also currently hated how she couldn’t stop thinking of the younger girl. It was like their last conversation caused a wire in Daniela’s brain to short circuit, and her brain has been a mess since. Just- the feeling of having that power over Megan. The way she just stared at Daniela, so pathetically and practically trembling over the older girl’s intense stare. Daniela could see her hands shaking, those large hands just resting in her lap. She wondered what she could command those hands to do to her.
Because, let's be honest, who wouldn’t wanna fuck Daniela? She was sure she could find a way for Megan to do so. Positive. It’s not like she had been plotting and thinking about it for months.
The girl hadn’t realized how far her mind had drifted until she suddenly snapped back into life at the sound of her mother saying they were going to get dinner. She heard Megan shout back in acknowledgement. God, Megan. That slightly high pitched voice, only getting higher when she’s nervous. The squinty face she makes when she laughs. How her hands always seem to slightly tremble. And the way she fixes her glasses. Daniela loooves that one. Daniela should not love any of those. Daniela knew she was gay. Kinda gay, at least. That was fine, being gay is cool. But being gay for Megan Skiendiel?
That’s a whole different ballpark.
She was a big fat geek. Like, ew. But a hot one, at that. Now that Daniela really thought about it, Lara was right. Daniela does have the hots for her soon to be step sister.
She thought back to Megan’s terrified face earlier. Just the overwhelming shock on her face seeing Daniela command her like she did. Daniela wanted so much to see how far she could’ve done. What she could’ve made the girl do. The thought took over her mind once more.
Would Megan want it? To be completely at Daniela’s mercy, hands moving to her every command. Daniela wanted to find out. What would Megan do to her? How would she touch her? Would her hands be soft and hesitant, or calloused and eager? Would Megan not use her hands at all, and just go straight to sticking her dick in Daniela?
She’d seen Megan’s print before. Even Megan half-hard. It would happen sometimes during movie nights. But Daniela knew it had to be big. And that Megan HAD to be a virgin. Daniela wanted that all to herself.
Before she knew it, her hand had slipped into her pants, rubbing herself over her lace panties. She could feel the wetness beneath her fingers. God, she was desperate.
She began picturing Megan once more, what noises she’d make if Daniela had her hand wrapped around her cock? That is if one hand could even wrap around it fully. She needed to know. Her hand had slipped into her underwear, rubbing slightly harder than before. Daniela was breathing heavily, squirming in her bed, hips buckling upwards, desperate for a person that wasn’t there.
The candle’s scent still floated around the room, only making Dani more desperate. She needed to ride Megan’s cock, needed to shove her head into the younger girl’s shoulder to get a closer smell of her. God, Daniela needed to fuck this dimwit into tomorrow.
Daniela’s fingers had traveled slightly lower, fingertips lightly pushing on her entrance. The mere thought of Megan’s cock entering her from her almost made her come. “I’m so wet for you, Megan…” The girl breathed, completely lost in her fantasy. She could almost picture Megan’s large hands, fingers exploring her pussy. She wanted to see the fascination in the girl’s eyes.
Her fingers pressed into her entrance, two fingers slowly pushing in. A choked moan escaped Daniela’s lips. She imagined her fingers were Megan’s long, slim fingers. “F-fuck…” She breathed. She wished she could tangle her hands into the younger girl’s hair, free hand on her wrist, shoving her fingers further into Daniela’s cunt. Her hips bucked, fingers diving deeper, pressing against the soft walls. Daniela whimpered, her thoughts running wild.
Her own juices dripped down her wrist, most likely staining her bedsheets. She couldn’t seem to care. All she could care about was the thought of Megan’s precious eyes, staring wide into Daniela’s soul as she fucked Dani slow. Daniela wasn’t going very slow, though. Her two fingers dove deeper into her pussy, back arching to meet her own thrusts. Her fingers curled to hit her g-spot, and she grabbed a smaller pillow to shove over her mouth. Filthy moans escaped her mouth, muted by the pillow. The hand that wasn’t inside her slipped down her stomach, pulling her shirt up. Her hand pushed up her bra, groping at her breasts. She twisted and pulled against her hardened nipples, whines escaping her lips. She pictured Megan’s hands, her breasts fitting fully in her palms. A shiver went down her spine as a pool of heat gathered in her stomach.
Dani’s thumb rubbed against her clit perfectly every time her fingers entered her. They felt so deep, hitting every spot she could think of. She could only imagine all the places Megan’s would reach. She needed her. Needed her. Her fingers everywhere, fucking inside her mouth, rutting her dick into her pussy, God, Dani was dripping.
Her walls fluttered around her fingers, clit pulsing. Her hands squeezed her breasts. Her thoughts revolved around Megan.
Her fingers fucked into her harder than before, deeper every time. Her body tensed as she felt her orgasm approach, shivers wracking her body. Juices flooded her fingers, her entire body pulsing in pleasure. Her chest rose and fell quickly. She slowly opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her body. Though she looked a mess, she didn’t regret what she did. It only made her desire for Megan stronger. She slowly removed her fingers, whimpering slightly at the sensitivity.
Her fingers shined with liquid, to which she grimaced, wiping her fingers on her blanket. The smell of cherry blossoms still filled her room. And for the first time, she actually felt like she wanted Megan to be with her. Not just for…whatever she had just done, but just to be there. Maybe just to sit on the edge of her bed, nose in a book with her glasses falling down. Daniela loves that. God, she loves Megan. She sighed.
She knows that she’d been awful to Megan for the past few months. That alone would probably be the reason Megan would never reciprocate these new-found feelings. She sat back further on her bed, laying on her side, facing her TV.
Images of Megan flashed through her mind as she closed her eyes.
Megan woke up to the incessant sound of her dad pounding on her door. She sat up quickly, glasses tilted to the side on her face, hair a mess, and chin slightly wet with drool. She groaned, lifting her wrist up to wipe the mess. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” Her dad shouted, pounding harder. “Jeez, I am!” She shouted back weakly, her throat raspy.
A couple of textbooks sat opened and abandoned on her bed, the TV playing some Fortnite fun-fact compilation she probably left on overnight. She sighed, another night of studying partially wasted. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her white t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a slight happy trail peeking out from her sweatpants.
She moved to close her books, setting them neatly in their designated spot of Stay-At-Home books. Next, she took off her glasses, rubbing the gunk off of them and then putting them back on. She considered wearing contacts today, but she didn’t want her fingers that close to her eyeballs. Germs.
Down the hall, she could hear her father and Daniela’s mother talking, something about their upcoming getaway to look at venues. She was just glad she’d have some more peace and quiet. She liked that a lot.
She sauntered to her closet, not nearly awake enough to think through an outfit. She never really did, though, most of the time her outfits consisted of whatever was closest to her when she woke up. She grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, courtesy of Daniela’s mother as a gift. For her shirt, she grabbed a stupid t-shirt Daniela had ordered after finding out she was dyslexic. It said “I put the ‘gay’ in dyslexic!”, surrounded by too many rainbows to count. “Please just wear it! It’s so stupid, I just want one picture. You know it’s funny, you look ridiculous!” She remembered Daniela finding it the funniest thing she had ever seen.
After brushing her teeth and doing all her other morning stuff, she grabbed the large pile of Take-To-School books and her backpack. She walked down the stairs, smelling pancakes already. She saw her dad at the stove, humming some song that was playing faintly from their Alexa. She saw Daniela’s mother walking around in sweatpants, grabbing her bag and water bottle, kissing Megan’s dad on the cheek. She was probably off to one of her early-morning pilates classes.
Daniela, however, was sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, a red v-neck fitting tight on her torso. She wore baggy gray jeans that probably sat low on her waist. She had on slim glasses, ones that were popular in the 2000s. It didn’t matter though, Megan thought she looked good in anything.
God, Daniela. She looked so good. So good. Megan’s mind instantly traveled back to last night, and those sinful thoughts she had. Those acts she did. She could feel her face flush, zoning out while still staring at Daniela’s back. Those fingers that were scrolling, trailing those nails up and down her-
“Goodmorning, Megan!” Her dad had practically shouted. “Ahh!” She screamed, her books dropping and scattering against the floor with a soft thud. Along with her books, of course, her glasses fell off, too. She wasn’t blind, but of course it was an inconvenience. “Jesus, Dad. Morning.” She replied, knees hitting the ground as her hands patted for her glasses. She could hear Daniela laughing softly at her. She groaned. Thankfully, her hands finally hit the glasses.
Daniela watched from her seat, eyes locked on the way Megan’s hands swallowed her glasses whole. Her breath hitched. The geek stood back up, glasses now on, slightly crooked though, and books in her hand. Daniela smirked, fluttering her fingers at the taller girl to say hello. She watched Megan’s throat bob as she swallowed.
Megan smiled tightly, her cheeks puffing slightly. Daniela chuckled. “H-hi.” Megan muttered, moving to take the seat next to the older girl. She sat her books down on the counter, pulling out her chair. The legs scratched against the hardwood floor. She sat down, her dad setting down a plate of mini chocolate chip pancakes in front of her. “H-hi.” Megan stuttered, barely sparing Daniela a glance. She couldn’t bring herself to it, not after what her perverted brain came up with last night. Not after what she came from last night. She’d make herself look stupid, more stupid than usual.
“Hi, Megan.” Daniela smiled, peering up from her phone. Megan’s cheeks were flushed. Daniela hoped it was her doing. She noticed Megan was slightly more jittery this morning, if that was even possible. Daniela wanted to find out why. She watched Megan’s cheeks turn red, leg bouncing, and hands shaking causing her fork to scratch lightly against the plate.
Daniela took a step further, her hand reaching out. Her hand touched Megan’s exposed bicep, nails scratching and hand squeezing. “Hey, you okay?” She said in the most saccharine sweet voice she could muster, faint red marks appearing from her acrylics. Megan choked, her cheeks puffing with a cough. Some orange juice she had drunk splattering onto the counter. Her arm flew out of Dani’s grasp, moving to cover her mouth. Her eyes were wide, and Dani watched the show with a smirk.
“Uh-, y-yeah, I’m fine. T-Thanks.” She managed between coughs. Her face was red, the tips of her ears turning pink. Daniela smiled. She hummed and moved back towards her breakfast, but she was still watching the younger girl out of her peripheral. She watched her hands shake as she moved her fork. Her glasses were still on sideways, but she probably didn’t notice. It looked like she was thinking too hard.
“Oh my God, does she know somehow? Was I loud or something? How would she know? Why would she be messing with me otherwise? What the hell is going on??” Megan’s mind screamed. Her face was flushed and her hands were trembling. She kept taking quick glances at Daniela. She wasn’t doing anything, just scrolling on her phone. Except, Megan swears she saw her exit from viewing her Instagram profile.
The rest of breakfast went by in a blur of her father humming and the clack of Daniela’s acrylics against her phone. Once the two girls finished, Megan stood and walked around the kitchen island to give her dad a side hug. “Love you, Dad,” She said, walking back around the island to grab her keys. Daniela barely looked away from tapping on her phone, but still yelled, “Bye, Will!” with a short wave.
Megan slung her bag over one shoulder, shoving her glasses up with her free hand. Daniela followed, grabbing her purse on the way out. Though the BMW was technically Daniela’s car, Megan was no stranger to driving it. Driving it was honestly the only thing Megan did that didn’t piss Dani off, surprisingly. So Megan opened the back door, flinging her backpack in the seat, and setting her books down neatly next to it. Daniela opened the front door and sat down, Megan following suit.
The seat was cushioned and comfortable, compared to any other car Megan had driven. She put the key in the ignition, twisting, and the car started with a somewhat loud roar. Megan glanced at Daniela, who had been awfully quiet since whatever happened at breakfast. Megan was slightly thankful, but still slightly uncomfortable from the silence.
Megan placed her arm on the headrest of Daniela’s seat, twisting her body around to reverse. Daniela perked up from her phone at that. She could see some of the muscles in Megan’s arm flexing, contracting at the motion. Subconsciously, her bottom lip ends up between her teeth. The action only lasted a few seconds before Megan had two hands on the wheel again. Daniela didn’t stop watching, though. She stared intensely at the younger girl's hands, veins popping from the skin. Her hands looked huge compared to the wheel, and Daniela craved to feel them all over her body. Her thighs clenched.
Sweet, innocent Megan sat blissfully unaware of Daniela’s sinful thoughts. But Daniela knew she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. Last night, she walked past Megan’s room to grab something from the guest bathroom. It was supposed to be a quick visit, but she heard something at Megan’s door that made her stop. She could’ve sworn she heard small grunts and whimpers from inside, her breath hitching at the memory of those noises. She knew Megan was touching herself, but she could only hope it was to the thought of her. The thought of the taller girl doing it with anyone but Daniela in her brain left a sour taste in the Latina’s mouth.
Megan took her eyes off the wheel for half a second to skip the song that was playing, the beginning notes of Sex by The 1975 starting to play. She put her hands back on the wheel, and glanced Daniela’s way, only to find her already staring at her. Megan’s eyes widened slightly, but Dani didn’t look away. She kept staring, watching Megan squirm in her seat. She could feel her ego getting larger just watching the younger girl’s hands tremble against the wheel.
“You okay?” She questioned, setting down her phone and twisting her body so she was facing Megan. Megan peered over, a startled look on her face. Dani watched her throat bob as she swallowed. “Uh, yeah. I’m f-fine. Why?” She asked, her hands gripping the wheel tighter as she tried her best to ground herself. Crush by Ethel Cain began to play, the notes flowing through the car as Dani watched Megan with a dazed look. God, she was gone for this stupid girl.
“Just wondering. You seem… antsy.” She said, propping her elbow on the center console so she could rest her chin in her hand. She watched Megan intently, eyes following her hands as she fixed her glasses. “I’m fine, I guess. Just nervous.” Megan replied. She tried tapping her fingers to the beat against the wheel to settle her nerves, but even that didn’t work. Dani was never nice to her. Why was she trying to have a conversation with Megan right now? Did Megan do something bad and she’s going to get yelled at by Dani soon? Was she dreaming, and not actually driving to school right now?
“Why are you nervous, Megan?” Daniela questioned. Megan’s breath hitched. Dani said it softly, with no ominous intention behind her tone, but Megan still felt her cheeks heat up. “Uh, I have a bunch of tests today. I’m just stressed out.” Megan said, her heartbeat quickening. She never really got to talk to Daniela, so she was honestly enjoying herself, if she didn’t think too much about how nervous she was and how much of a pervert she is.
Daniela nodded, genuinely listening to Megan’s soft, raspy voice. She enjoyed it, this peace that had for some reason settled over them. “What classes?” She asked. “Pre-Calculus, Honors Biology, and AP Chemistry." Megan spoke with a small, nervous smile.
Daniela nodded again, resting her feet up against the door. She noticed Megan’s slender fingers tapping to the beats of Earrings by Malcom Todd. Daniela admired Megan’s music taste, she always had, but quietly. She liked the diversity of it. She would never tell her that, though. “You’ll do great, I’m sure. You’re really smart. Aren’t you acing like every class?” Daniela asked with a small smile.
Megan laughed softly, glancing at Daniela for a second. Her smile softened, right before she turned away. “Uh, I have an 89 in Digital Art. It’s not my favorite. I like science, math, and coding classes. I like the classes that make me think. Not do.” Megan replied, eyes focused on the road, but her hands stopped fidgeting. Daniela nodded, watching Megan’s focused eyes. They were the prettiest shade of brown, the color familiar to Daniela. She’d gotten lost in them many times.
“That’s nice. I wish I thought the way you did. My mom’s always on my ass about my grades. I’m sure you’ve heard her chewing me out before.” Dani rolled her eyes, picking at her nails. Megan peered over, taking note of the small furrow in her thin eyebrows. “I-I can help you… if you need. Just let me know, I’m sure I could.” Megan said, smiling softly at Dani. “Y-Yeah, that’d be nice, Megan.” Daniela replied with a smile, her cheeks slightly pink. Megan could feel her own face flushing, only to be slightly disappointed as they pulled into the parking lot.
Megan slowly backed into a spot, once again bracing herself against Daniela’s seat. Dani was so glad she got to see that sight again. She shut the car off, grabbing her phone but looked hesitant to move. Daniela looked as if she hadn’t even realized they parked, which made Megan feel slightly awkward. “Well…” Megan said, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“Oh, right,” Daniela said, grabbing her phone from the console and picking up her purse. “Thanks for driving today.” Dani said with a soft smile.
“Oh, you’re welcome… I can drive home today, too. U-Unless you want to…” Megan stuttered, rubbing her glasses against your shirt just to keep her hands busy. Dani smiled, admiring her awkwardness. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks, Megan. I’ll see you later,” Daniela said, opening her door and stepping out.
The chatter of the parking lot’s morning rush made its way into the vehicle, Megan groaning internally. She sat frozen in her seat, wondering if she made herself look like a total fool this morning. Daniela was responding, though. They were talking… that’s progress, right?
She couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy about it. She had a nice conversation with her soon-to-be stepsister that she just happened to have a major crush on, unfortunately for her. And she didn’t even stutter that much!
Her ego felt huge. She looked out her window, watching Daniela’s posse all flock to her as soon as she neared the front steps. The Latina’s perfect smile shining towards the girls as she winked and waved towards the guys that were of course staring at her. It’s hard not to, Megan can say that for sure.
Her staring was unfortunately cut short when she heard a short tap against her window. “AHH!” She shouted, arms flying to her chest as she stared at the window, only to find Manon and Yoonchae, another friend of hers, staring right at her through the glass. “Jesus!” She breathed, rolling the window down.
“Hi, Megs!” Manon smiled brightly. Yoonchae waved, amusement all over her face.
Megan stared, her eyebrows furrowed as her chest rose and fell quickly. “Why did you guys do that! You scared the crap out of me!” She whined. “We just wanted to say good morning!”
“Well good morning to you guys, too.” She grumbled, opening the door as the two girls backed away. She walked around the car to grab her bag and books, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
“Big tests today?” Yoonchae questioned. “Unfortunately.” Megan mumbled in response. Manon followed the two, waving flirtatiously at Sophia, who was standing next to Dani. Yoonchae hummed.
Manon sped up to the pair, jumping next to Megan’s side. “So, Megs… who were you giving goo goo eyes at when we startled you?” She asked in a teasing tone, as if she already knew the answer. She gave the girl’s shoulder a soft nudge, knocking her footing off slightly.
“What? N-No one!” Megan responded with pink cheeks, trying to walk steadily after being shoved. She looked and found Manon and Yoonchae giving her smirks. “What are you guys talking about?” She asked.
“Was it Daniela?” Manon said, a beaming smile on her face. Megan said nothing, but the tips of her ears got redder. “Oh my gosh, it totally was Daniela!” Yoonchae squealed, her and Manon giggling. Megan began to walk faster, trying to get away from the laughing girls. Her face felt hot, the chill of morning air doing nothing to help.
“Megan, wait!” Manon laughed, her and Yoonchae running up behind her and grabbing her bag, halting the escaping girl. “Just tell us!” Megan groaned, turning around to face the girls. “Manon, you literally know I was! Why do you torment me??” Megan whined. The girls just kept giggling.
“We just wanted to hear you say it!” Yoonchae said in between giggles. Megan’s face was in flames. Her lips were sealed tightly together. You could practically see the smoke coming from her ears as she seethed at the girls that were falling over each other in laughs.
She groaned. “This isn’t funny.”
It only egged the girls on more. “Yes it is! Megan has a crush on Daniela~” Manon sung, only to be shortly cut off by Megan’s large hand. “Shut it!” She gritted. Yoonchae stifled a laugh.
The girls continued to walk until Sophia stopped them. “Manon! Come here!”
Manon immediately smiled, Megan could feel it under her hand. She took it off of Manon’s mouth and started following the girl who was practically skipping. Yoonchae followed suit.
“Hi, pretty.” Manon said, leaning down to give the girl a kiss. Megan felt like she had to look away. Daniela was standing next to Sophia and Lara, staring directly at Megan. The girl’s face was bright red, and Dani wanted to know why. Who was making her blush like that?
Yoonchae found herself next to Lara. The two were surprisingly close, even though they didn’t have much in common. Lara just felt very… maternal towards Yoonchae.
“Hey, nerd.” Lara said with a smirk. She very subtly nudged Daniela, who looked at her, startled. Megan’s head perked up at the words directed at her. “Oh, h-hi, Lara.” The tall girl said with a small wave. She smiled over at Daniela, too, who gave a sharp smirk back to her. Megan’s breath hitched. That’s the Daniela she knew. The hard, sharp Daniela.
“Hi, Megan. Long time, no see.” Daniela joked with a smirk. Her and Lara laughed with each other, for reasons Megan didn’t know.
Manon and Sophia were deep in conversation at this point, completely unaware of their surroundings. Yoonchae leaned against the wall next to Lara, scrolling on her phone, giggling occasionally at videos. Lara and Daniela whispered to each other, but they kept glancing at Megan, who was awkwardly standing a few feet away.
Megan looked at her phone, the time reading 8:07. The first bell was going to ring in less than three minutes. “Uh, Manon? I’m going to walk to class. I’ll see you in third period.” Megan said slowly, beginning to walk away. She watched Manon give her a nod and mutter goodbye, still enamoured in conversation with Sophia.
Lara nudged Daniela slightly, pushing her towards Megan. Daniela looked back at Lara, a confused look in her eyes. Lara’s eyes emphasized towards Megan to say ‘follow her’, so Dani started walking that way.
“Megan, wait!” Dani said, quickly catching up to the taller girl. “I’ll walk with you.” She said, looping her arm around Megan’s and grasping her bicep. Megan inhaled sharply, looking towards Manon, whose jaw was practically on the floor. Dani watched the younger girl’s throat move, swallowing harshly.
Daniela felt a pool of heat form in her lower stomach just looking up at the taller girl. Her glasses were slightly tilted, her face was a flushed shade of pink, her jaw tightly clenched. Dani squeezed her bicep lightly, nails digging into the taut skin. Megan had to stifle a whimper, looking down at the ground with her eyes closed. “C’mon, Megan. Class is gonna start.” Dani whispered into her ear, leaning up on her toes to do so.
Megan nodded, beginning to walk. She didn’t catch the winks that Lara and Dani exchanged, or the giggles that Yoonchae and Manon shared. She was too busy thinking about the grip that held her arm. The imprints she was hoping the shorter girl’s nails were leaving.
Dani smiled to herself, pleased at her boldness and the reaction she was gaining from it.
The two walked through the front doors right as the bell rang. Several pairs of eyes found them, some bulging in confusion at the sight of Daniela Avanzini clutching Megan Skiendiel like a vice. Megan was confused, too. This was all overwhelming to her. She felt dizzy, just from the touch of Dani’s hands against her bare bicep. She could feel her jeans getting tighter, internally groaning, hoping it wasn’t obvious.
God, she felt like such a pervert. Getting hard at school just from skin to skin contact? She really needed to get a grip. Speaking of grip, Daniela tightened around her arm as they neared Megan’s first class. “Wait- how does she know my first class?” Megan thought with her brows furrowed. They stopped walking, Daniela’s grip finally loosening. Megan released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
“I’ll see you at the end of the day, right?” Daniela questioned, looking up at Megan with a sharp glint in her eyes, while still managing to look innocent. Her lips were downturned in a small frown. Megan had to snap herself out of her small trance. “Y-Yeah, of course. I’ll wait.” She nodded, pushing up her glasses with her free hand.
Daniela smiled, loving the way her glasses just fell right back down to the tip of her nose. “Good. Bye, Megan.” She said with a smile, squeezing her bicep one last time. She began to walk down the hallway, her hips swaying with each step. Megan stood, completely dazed.
Daniela felt her eyes on her. She turned around, locking eyes with Megan, and blew her a kiss. Megan’s eyes widened, and she quickly looked away. She felt the action in her lower stomach, her dick twitching in her jeans at the tiny interaction. “Jesus Christ…” She muttered, trying to subtly fix her jeans to make her bulge less evident.
Sighing as the second bell rang, she turned and walked to her seat, trying her best to pay attention to the slideshow on the screen, to avert her thoughts about her soon-to-be stepsister.
Daniela sat in her Fashion and Design class, staring blankly and her open MacBook as she half-listened to Lara talk her ear off. “-and the barista was SUCH a bitch this morning, like, girl, I’m sorry you have to do your job. Just make my drink. And like-”
She zoned out once more, her interaction with Megan this morning coming back to the front of her mind. The conversation they had this morning was something Dani couldn’t stop thinking about. The way Megan slowly stopped fidgeting once she got comfortable talking. It made Dani melt. The nerdy girl’s smile, her soft voice, those pretty eyes behind her thick glasses… She made Daniela’s knees weak. And Megan was…totally unaware. “Are you even listening?” Lara’s voice cut through her thoughts.
“What?” Dani said, confusion plastered across her face. “Ugh, Dani, I’ve been talking for like 15 minutes.” Lara whined. “I’m sorry! I was just… thinking.” She replied.
“Oh, yeah? About what? Or should I say who?” Lara said with a smirk. “Lara, shut up! I’m not!”
“No, you totally are. You’re thinking about Megan, aren’t you?” The girl said knowingly.
Lara stared blankly at her.
“Okay, yeah. I am. God, Lara, she’s such a geek. I need her so badly.” Dani whined, putting her face in her hands. “Like, I could get on my knees and tell her I need her and she’d probably say ‘To do what?’” She groaned.
“She obviously wants you, Dani. Did you see the way she looked when you touched her arm? She looked like she was about to combust.” Lara stated.
Daniela just groaned again. “But, Lara, I like her. Like, like her.” She said, rubbing her palms over her face. Lara just stared again. “I know, Dani. Pretty much everyone does but her. But, I’m almost sure she feels the same. Just… try to make a move. Aren’t your parents gonna be gone tomorrow?”
Dani nodded, many ideas popping in her head. “We could have a movie night. I could let her pick, she’d probably pick some stupid Spider-Man movie… I could touch her thigh… sit on her lap… suck her d-”
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
The younger girl started talking again, even though she knew Dani wasn’t listening. She was thinking of Megan’s pretty face again. The way her throat moved when she swallowed, how pretty her flushed face looked, the way her abnormally large hands gripped Dani’s headrest… Daniela craved her. She needed to feel those hands all over her body.
She wondered what her hands would feel like wrapped around her neck. She could just picture it… Dani grinding on her lap, guiding those hands up to her pulse. Megan squeezing softly, constricting her airway just slightly. Megan’s wide eyes staring up at the girl, her other hand drifting down into Daniela’s panties. Her thighs clenched at the thought.
She could almost hear the sounds the younger girl would make. Small whimpers as Dani’s manicured hands wrapped around her dick…
What she would sound like when Dani wrapped her glossed lips around her tip. Taking her into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch. If she’d be loud and verbal, or quiet, like she’s ashamed of her pleasure.
Daniela had to find out, and she had to find out soon. She was going to find out soon.
The sound of the bell blaring cut her thoughts short as her body jolted from the noise. Though, one thought stuck in her mind.
While Daniela was having her own sinful thoughts in Fashion and Design, Megan sat in Psychological Film Analysis next to Manon, her mind swarming with thoughts. Why was Daniela gripping her earlier? And why did it turn her on so much? Megan never found the idea of being manhandled attractive, but she was beginning to second guess that. The idea of being manhandled by Daniela sounded far more appealing. The way Daniela’s small hands barely managed to wrap around her bicep turned Megan on more than she’d admit. The whole thing turned her on more than she would admit.
Her mind continued to drift further into sin, images flashing through her brain. Dani’s hands bracing herself against her biceps while riding her cock. Her head thrown back, noises flowing out of her glossed mouth.
Megan’s jeans were getting tighter as she could feel her cock hardening. She tried her best to cover it, putting a book above her crotch. But the thoughts didn’t stop.
Daniela’s pretty hands grabbing Megan’s clothes, stripping her bare and using her as a toy for her own pleasure.
Daniela moaning out Megan’s name, engraving it into the walls of her room. Marking it, forever a monument of where she took Megan’s virginity.
Daniela’s bare chest, breasts pressed together, Megan’s cock thrusting between the soft skin.
Daniela talking to Megan, telling her how good she’s doing, how much of a good boy she is.
“-Megan!” Manon’s harsh whisper-yell cut off her thoughts. Her body seized in shock, glasses falling off onto the table. The clatter of plastic against the wood desks drawing some attention to the two. “What??” Megan whispered back.
“Lost you there for a minute. Your face is really red, do you feel okay?” Manon said, reaching across the table in an attempt to feel the younger girl’s forehead. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I feel fine.” Megan replied while putting her glasses back on, voice small as she backed away slightly from the outstretched hand.
“What are you thinking about?” Manon asked.
“N-Nothing.” Megan stuttered. Manon arched her eyebrow.
“Okay, fine.” The Chinese girl breathed. “I just- I don’t know, Manz. My head’s such a mess all because of this Daniela and our parents thing.” “Yeah, because you have a crush on Daniela, and you’re conflicted on what to do.” Manon finished for her.
Megan stared back in shock.
“I- yeah. You got me.” She sighed. “You’re overthinking, Megs. You’ve had a crush on Dani for like, what, 2 years now? Just go for it. I’m sure she feels the same way, Sophia says she talks about you all the time.”
If Megan had dog ears, they’d be perked right now. “She does?” She asked with a smile on her face. “Jeez, get a grip. She says she does, I don’t know what about, though.” Manon replied. “Aren’t your parents leaving soon?” She asked.
“Yeah, they leave tomorrow morning. They’re driving to the venue, it’s somewhere in Jacksonville, I think. So they’re probably gonna get there by Friday anyways.” Megan, ever the overexplainer said. Manon just nodded in response. “So how long will you have the house?” She questioned. “Probably all weekend, maybe Monday, too. They didn’t tell me when they’ll be back. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dani throws a party.” The younger girl explained.
“Well text me if she does, I’d be down.” Manon smiled, getting excited at the thought. “Tell Sophia to, Dani would tell her before she tells me.” Manon shrugged, giving her a look that said ‘Yeah, probably’.
The bell rang, students around them zipping up their backpacks, Manon included. Megan sat, spacing out again, getting cut off by the older girl’s snapping fingers. “Let’s go, school’s over. Why do you always sit after the bell?” She asked, grabbing Megan’s bag for her. “I don’t know, I like to take my time.” She responded. “Bye, Mrs. Carmen!” Megan said, giving her middle-aged teacher a wave, who returned the action.
The halls swarmed with students eager to get to their parking spots, some lingering freshmen waiting on their rides by lockers. Megan pushed up her glasses, Manon talking about her plans after school next to her. She had her eyes locked on the front doors, where she could see Lara and Daniela chatting. The pair didn’t notice her and Manon, their eyes on their devices while still holding a conversation.
Megan was so eager to leave, the hallway stunk of BO and oddly… warm. For some reason. She was just about to enter Lara and Daniela’s vicinity, when she heard her name called out from behind her. She couldn’t recognize the voice, causing her to stop walking and her body to tense up. “Dang it!” She thought, inhaling deeply.
Manon stopped in front of her after turning and finding the taller girl not next to her. “Did someone call you?” She asked Megan, looking around, confused. “I think so…” Megan muttered, turning around. She locked eyes with a girl across the hall who was eagerly smiling at her, a little too eager. She knew that she knew her, but was blank on the name. “I think she’s in my Forensics class,” She said to Manon who was also staring. She nodded with a shrug. “Go talk to her, and make it quick. I’ll wait, though. I’ll be with the rest of the girls.”
“Okay, tell Daniela I’ll be right there, I’m driving.” She was met with a nod in response. She took another deep breath, sending the girl a tight-lipped smile as she began to walk over.
She stopped a few feet in front of the girl. She was significantly shorter than her, and reeked of perfume. It was like she took a bath in every Bath and Body Works scent combined. She tried her best to hide her disgust.
“Hey,” She said with a small nod.
“Hi! I’m Charley, we have forensics together!” The girl said cheerfully. Megan smiled back, but she was still confused on why this girl was talking to her.
“Charley, yeah. I’m Megan, but you know that… I guess.”
“Yeah, of course I do! I love your work in class, It’s like you know exactly what you’re doing,” The girl said excitedly, playing with her hair and sending Megan a large smile. Megan smiled back, slightly more genuine this time from the complement.
“Oh, thanks! Yeah, it’s a super interesting topic to me.”
The girl just kept smiling, slowly inching towards Megan more.
“Yeah, yeah… it’s not my best class.” The girl laughed awkwardly. Megan felt obligated to laugh too, but it came out a little stiff.
Little did she know, the two girls had caught the attention of Daniela.
“Lara!” She said, putting her hand up in front of her friend to silence whatever she was saying. Lara looked up, finding the Latina’s eyes locked on Megan and an awfully cheerful girl. “Who is that?”
Lara scrunched her eyes, looking closer at the shorter girl. “Uhh, I think her name’s Charley Lovak or something. I’ve seen her around, I think she’s a junior.” She replied.
Daniela nodded, her eyes squinted in slight frustration. “I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous? I never get jealous.” She thought to herself. But she was pretty sure she was lying.
Manon strolled over, about to speak before she followed the girl’s line of vision, landing on Megan and Charley. Just thinking of her name made Daniela angry.
“Oh, them.” She said mostly to herself.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lara asked, getting a shrug from Manon but nothing from Daniela.
She was seething. Why was Megan talking to another girl? Who does this chick talking to Megan think she is? Daniela could feel her stomach churn with jealousy, despite denying that about 15 seconds ago. Her palms were getting clammy, face flushing with anger as she watched the shorter girl stalk closer to Megan. Her Megan.
The taller girl stood completely unaware of the 3 pairs of eyes locked on her. This Charley girl was so close to her, she was pretty much taking up every inch of her vision. The girl was wearing a low-cut, tight crop-top, her cleavage spilling out of the shirt. Megan’s eyes found the skin on accident, looking back up quickly, Charley already staring at her with a smirk.
“Jesus.” Megan thought, hoping this conversation would end soon.
“Y-Yeah, it’s definitely not for everyone, I guess…” She replied, trying to avoid eye contact.
Charley nodded, a small, mischievous smile still on her lips.
“Right, anyways…. I love this shirt, where’d you get it?” She asked, reaching out to grasp the soft cotton of Megan’s t-shirt.
“Uh… I don’t know… It was a gift.” Megan chuckled awkwardly, looking down at Charley’s hand that was still attached to her shirt.
Charley laughed with her, staring up at Megan. She started rubbing the shirt in her hand, just staring.
Daniela watched from the sidelines, her breaths coming out in short pants. Daniela got that shirt for Megan. Meaning only she could touch it. Not this skank who was obviously trying to get into Megan’s pants. “This bitch!” She exclaimed, the other two girls looking back and forth between the two scenes, eyes wide and mouths open. “Dani, it looks like someone’s trying to steal your girl!” Lara chuckled, Manon joining.
Charley was about an inch from being flush against Megan’s chest, one hand on her shirt, the other twirling a strand of hair.
“So… I was wondering if you could tutor me, maybe? I really can’t do this stuff on my own… It’d be nice to have you to help me?” Charley asked. Her lips were in a pout, giving Megan something close to puppy dog eyes. Her hand loosened its grip on Megan’s shirt as she started to trail two fingers up the taller girl’s side, almost like they were walking.
Daniela felt like throwing up.
Charley’s hand was now resting on Megan’s shoulder, chest to chest with the girl. Megan looked down, her eyes wide and her glasses tipping. Charley giggled, moving to push them back up.
Daniela’s eyes bulged, staring at the scene. “No way that bitch just did that! Who the hell does she think she is??” She exclaimed. It seemed as if every one of her intrusive thoughts was spilling from her lips.
The air around Megan and Charley seemed to get stuffy, Megan thinking of ways she could get out of this. “Gee, I don’t know… I’m not sure when I’m free-” Megan started, but Charley cut her off. Her hand outstretched with her bedazzled phone in it.
“Here! Just give me your number and I can text you, like, whenever.” Charley smiled.
Manon and Lara exchanged looks. Daniela looked furious. There was no way she was going to let this bitch get any closer to Megan.
Before she could even try to stop herself, her feet were already moving towards the two.
Megan was just about to take the phone when a manicured hand grabbed her bicep, pulling her into the rest of its body. She tensed for a second before she heard the voice.
“Hi, you two!” Daniela said cheerfully, though her eyes were flaming. She was staring bullets into Charley, whose hand was suspended in the air after Megan was pulled away. A new smell washed into Megan’s brain, the soft and cozy scent of Daniela’s perfume. She exhaled, turning to look down at the shorter girl.
The grip was strong, tightening by the second. Daniela was as close to Megan as she could possibly be, and Megan was starting to breathe heavily at the proximity.
“Oh, hi! You’re Daniela, right? I’m Charley! I was just talking to Megan here about studying sometime,” Charley explained, seemingly not taking the hint Dani was trying to display.
“Oh, I’m sure you were,” Daniela said smugly, nails puncturing into Megan's skin, possibly leaving bruises. Megan’s brows furrowed. The grip didn’t bother her, more like the opposite. But she could definitely sense some tension between the two.
Charley just laughed, a slightly angry expression on her face. Daniela just stared back with a slight smirk. “Wasn’t I, Megan?” She asked, looking up at the tall girl.
Megan swallowed, shaking her head slightly. She took her index finger up to her glasses to push them back into place. “Uh, y-yeah, you were.” She said quietly. Daniela squeezed her arm, causing Megan to sharply inhale.
“Well, that sounds so fun and all, but I’m afraid she’s busy. Y’know, it’s time consuming to be so smart, right, Meg?” Dani questioned. She pulled the girl closer to her, the taller girl stumbling a bit.
“She is! Very, very busy!” Dani cut her off.
Charley sighed in frustration, starting to put the pieces together. “Sure. Well, Megan, I hope to hear from you soon. You know where to find me.” She said with a wink, making sure to sway her hips as she walked away.
Daniela rolled her eyes, dragging Megan towards the door. “What a bitch. C’mon, we’re leaving.” Megan stumbled, trying her best to follow the girl who had an iron grip on her arm.
“Uh- wait, Dani!” She tried, finally matching the girl’s steps. They completely blew past Lara and Manon, who were giggling their asses off. She shrugged, trying her best to wave as she was dragged to the car.
They stopped by the vehicle, Dani finally letting go. Megan’s hand went to rub her arm. Daniela walked around to the passenger side before stopping at Megan’s voice.
“Dani, what was that about? She needed help with class!” Megan argued. Daniela rolled her eyes with a scoff. She turned around and locked eyes with the girl.
Megan was genuinely confused. Why had Dani acted like that??
“Megan, she was not trying to study with you.” Daniela stated like it was an obvious fact. Megan was still lost.
“Then why’d she ask to study??” She asked with a bewildered expression on her face.
“Megan, she was trying to fuck you.”
“Well, that makes more sense.” Megan thought to herself.
“Jesus, you’re so dense.” Daniela sighed, opening the passenger door and stepping in.
Megan thought for a second. She finally understood Charley’s strange behaviour, but not Daniela’s. Why had she acted so angry?
“No way…” Megan muttered. But what else would explain the way she acted?
“Oh, my God, Daniela was jealous of Charley.” Megan thought again. Her face heated up, heat forming in her stomach at the thought of Daniela being jealous of her with another girl. No wonder she was so angry.
“Are you gonna drive or what?” Daniela shouted from the now rolled-down window.
Megan’s head snapped up, her face red and a small smile on her face. Daniela made a face at her, urging her to talk.
“Yeah, sorry,” she said, walking around to her side with a bit more pep in her step.
Daniela was jealous of Charley talking to me.
For the first 10 minutes of the drive, the car was completely silent. Save for Dominic Fike and Frank Ocean’s music playing softly throughout the car. Daniela didn’t spare Megan a glance, but Megan would stare every time the car came to a stop. She couldn’t help it, she still felt giddy about the whole thing, a hot girl being jealous over her. But also because Daniela just looked so gorgeous.
At the fifth red light in a row, Daniela finally made a sound. An angry, exasperated groan, but a sound nonetheless. Megan looked over, arching her eyebrow at the girl.
“Are you okay?” She asked tentatively. She internally braced for impact at what Daniela might choose to say. Though it was really sexy to see her jealous side, Megan was terrified.
Daniela gave her a side eye, and Megan shut her mouth. “Okay…” She muttered, foot pressing the gas pedal.
“Megan, could you seriously not see that she was trying to fuck you?”
Megan choked a little bit and the words that came from Daniela. “Very straightforward, Daniela.” She glanced to her right, finding the older girl staring at her expectantly. “Well??”
“I-I mean not really…” She said quietly. “No one really flirts with me, if you haven’t noticed.” Megan snapped back.
“I’ve been trying for months but your stupid science brain can’t comprehend that.” Daniela thought to herself. She scoffed.
“Why are you so mad about it anyways?” The younger girl asked, taking short glances towards Dani. She had a hunch why, but she really wanted to hear her say it.
Daniela tried to cover her cough with a laugh. She hadn’t expected Megan to clap back so boldly at her.
“Mad?? I’m not mad, I’m just…schocked. That you didn’t notice. That’s all.” She replied. Megan thought it sounded like she had just pieced that answer together on the spot. “Whatever.” She said, ending the conversation.
The car ride was silent once more, and it stayed as such until Megan pulled into their driveway. The first thing she noticed was that the trunk of her dad’s SUV was open, bags placed into the back. “What the hell?” She muttered. That got Daniela to look up, noticing the stacks of luggage in the trunk. Her eyebrows furrowed.
Megan shut the car off, leaving her books in the car for now. Daniela followed, and the two walked to the front porch side by side. Megan’s palm reached towards the doorknob first. With a twist and push, the chaos in the house erupted. Megan’s father was rushing around the house, grabbing small items and setting suitcases by the door. Daniela’s mother was moving fast upstairs, muttering sentences in Spanish.
Daniela’s mom came downstairs, an exhausted but happy smile taking over her when she spotted Daniela. “¡Hola, mija!” She exclaimed, kissing Dani on the cheek. “Mamá, ¿qué pasó?” Daniela asked, referring to the mess around the house.
Megan’s father stepped in, having taken up some Spanish lessons since they got together. “The venue had a booking open up for tomorrow, so we’re trying to leave in about 15 minutes, so you’re just in time!” He said, ruffling Megan’s hair. “Dad, stop!” She said quietly, pushing him off as he laughed.
Megan sighed, looking at Daniela, who had the same expression. “Ay dios mío…” The Latina mumbled. The younger girl cleared a path to get through the suitcases and their parents continued to hurry. She walked to her room, Daniela’s footsteps following.
The pair separated, Megan going to her room, Daniela to her own.
The Chinese girl could not even put into words how good it felt to just lay in bed. She shut her eyes, hoping to get some rest before her father left.
Daniela stormed into her room, shutting the door behind her and slamming her back against it. She couldn’t stop thinking of how frustrated she got earlier. She could swear she was seeing red. The thought of any other girl even attempting to perceive Megan like that made her want to line Megan’s neck up with a collar of hickeys, showing to everyone that she was completely off limits.
Daniela did not share. Especially not Megan.
Her fists clenched and unclenched. Her breaths were more short pants than breaths. Her brain was going a mile a minute.
God, she was so mad. She wanted to storm into Megan’s room, pull her in by her stupid shirt (hopefully a new one, her current shirt was contaminated by Charley) and kiss the shit out of her. She wanted to sink to her knees in front of her, use her tongue to make sure Megan never thinks of another girl whose name doesn’t begin with ‘Daniela Avanzini’.
Her thoughts were driving her wild. She needed to do something tonight. With her parents early leave, the house alone, it was the perfect opportunity. She just needed to think of a plan.
She thought about how pretty Megan would look with a ‘D♡’ scratched into her thigh.
Megan woke up to her father yelling for her, for the second time that day. She groaned into her pillow, turning and grabbing her glasses, haphazardly placing them on her eyes. She checked her phone, finding out her nap was about 20 minutes long.
She trudged downstairs, still dressed in her outfit from school, finding Daniela was already down there. Her dad stood with one hand on his hip, the other around his fiancee’s waist. “Well, sleepyhead, we’re headed out. We already gave Daniela a run-down. No parties, no boys, and make sure the house is cleaned before we get back. I’ll call you tonight.” He said, approaching her with a hug. His arms wrapped around her, and he said a quick ‘Love you’, Megan doing the same.
“Adiós, Dani, te amo mucho! Adiós, Megan!” Daniela’s mother said, blowing kisses as she wheeled her luggage out. The two girls waved goodbye, Daniela moving to shut the door. She sighed what seemed to be a relieved sigh.
“Change your clothes and come downstairs, I wanna watch a movie.” The older girl commanded. She walked to the kitchen, presumably to get snacks. Megan shrugged, but walked back upstairs anyway.
She trudged up the steps, still feeling half asleep. She faintly wondered why Daniela wanted her to change her clothes, but she just shook her head. She would rather be wearing pajamas, anyways. She grabbed a pair of Buffalo plaid pajama pants, slipping off her jeans and putting them on. She then grabbed a different hoodie, taking off her shirt and tugging it over her head.
When she walked downstairs, Daniela was sitting on the couch, wearing gray sweatpants and a pink hoodie. She had a bowl of popcorn and the remote next to her. She was scrolling through her phone when Megan sat down, waiting for further instructions from the older girl. The remote came flying towards her, smacking her in the face and knocking her glasses off.
“Ow..” She muttered, leaning to pick up the remote from the ground. “You pick something scary.” Daniela said, still staring at her phone. Megan’s eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t even like scary movies?” She questioned, sparing the girl a glance.
Daniela shrugged, setting her phone down. “Well, I wanna watch one.” She said defensively. Megan shrugged, scrolling through the Roku.
She eventually settled on The Conjuring 2. It was one of her favorite movies other than sci-fi films, which were her favorite genre. As shown by the amount of Back to the Future and Star Wars posters and memorabilia in her room.
Daniela put down her phone and was watching intently on the dark TV screen. Megan was right, she didn’t like horror films. But she’d seen the girl watching this movie many times, so she assumed it might be a little cool. She wasn’t a huge fan of the blood shown in the opening scene, but she could get past it. The younger girl was completely unfazed.
The two girls had been sitting in silence, the only noise in the room being the movie and the occasional sound of plastic when Megan would fix her glasses. Daniela watched her large hands move every time she fixed them.
A new scene began, eerie music flowing through the room. The camera panned, the nun-like figure jumping towards it.
Daniela’s body jolted, a scream escaping her. She doesn't know what came over her (she does), but she scrambled towards the other end of the couch, falling into Megan’s arms.
Megan froze. The scene didn’t scare her, unlike Daniela, who now had her arms wrapped tightly around Megan’s waist. The younger girl’s arms hovered as she questioned where to put them. She placed them to the sides of her body, trying to avoid touching Daniela in any way.
Daniela smirked, feeling the taller girl tense at the contact. She pretended to make a sound coming out like a whimper, tightening her hold. “How did that not scare you?” She asked, pressing her face into Megan’s neck.
The warmth of the Latina’s breath sent shivers down Megan’s spine, her breath wavering as she tried to answer. “I-I don’t know… I’ve seen this enough not to be scared.” She replied, her voice somewhat shaky. Daniela nodded, causing her lips to graze the sensitive skin.
Megan inhaled sharply. Her skin felt like it was on fire, Daniela’s nose making her neck feel tingly. Her head was still in the girl’s neck, and it seemed she wasn’t planning on moving soon.
“So you’re not nervous?” Daniela asked. The whisper of her voice was ringing in Megan’s head, and the contact felt dizzying. She could feel herself getting harder, her pants feeling tighter around her crotch.
She shook her head, Daniela’s curls teasing Megan’s neck. The older girl nodded. She scooted closer, moving her mouth upwards, lightly grazing the girl’s neck, but not kissing. Her hand went down to Megan’s thigh, gripping tight.
Megan’s mouth fell open, no sounds coming out. Her hands clenched into fists as she ached to reach out and touch the girl in front of her. She tilted her neck slightly, partially to get away from Daniela’s mouth, but also to give it more access.
Dani’s mouth reached Megan’s ear, leaning close as she whispered into it. “Do I make you nervous, Megan?”
The younger girl took a deep breath, everything in her telling her to just stay still. Don’t touch, don’t make a sound, don’t move. God, it was hard.
“Answer me, Megan.” Daniela commanded in her ear. Shivers were spreading all throughout Megan’s body. She felt hot, too hot. She was beginning to regret this hoodie. Daniela’s small hand gripped Megan’s thigh through her pants, tighter by the second as she waited on her answer.
Daniela smirked against the soft skin, her nose nudging against a hidden tattoo behind Megan’s ear. But the answer didn’t fully satisfy her. “Say it.” She spoke softly.
Megan’s breathing was nearing erratic. “Y-Yes, you do…” She breathed, her eyes glued shut. Her hands were clenched, her knuckles turning white as her fingers dug into her palms. Daniela laughed darkly, the sound was music to Megan’s ears. The older girl moved closer, almost straddling her.
“Look at me, baby,” She asked, her hand drifting down to Megan’s jaw. Megan opened her eyes, locking them onto Daniela’s face. The older girl was staring at her intently. The air grew thick, Megan’s breaths audible.
The pet name caused the girl to whimper slightly, her hands slowly un-tensing. Her eyes had trouble staying on Daniela’s eyes, drifting to her lips occasionally. “Dani…” Megan breathed. The tension was making her dizzy, as well as the smell of Daniela’s perfume.
Dani reached out, grabbing Megan’s glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of Megan’s nose. She didn’t remove her hands, softly holding them up as she stared. “I really love these glasses, y’know that?” She said softly, looking at Megan tenderly.
Megan’s heart did a somersault. Down below, she could feel a slight twitch in her dick. She inhaled, wavering slightly. She shook her head in response. Daniela chuckled lowly, removing her hands from the frames. Megan’s chest was rising and falling quickly.
Daniela stood up abruptly. Her figure blocked the tv, but Megan didn’t mind. She stared up at the girl like she was a goddess. To Megan, she was. Daniela stalked closer, her knees hitting the sofa one after the other. Her knees bracketed Megan’s thighs, as she slowly lowered herself onto the younger girl’s lap.
Megan whimpered. Actually whimpered. “Fuck, Dani…” She breathed, her head lolling back. Dani smirked, feeling the girl’s bulge underneath. “Someone’s excited,” She laughed. Megan’s face went red, trying to hide it.
“No, no, no… eyes on me, Megan.” Daniela commanded, her hand reaching out to grab the girl’s jaw, forcing her to look. Megan’s eyes met her, her face flushed pink as her lips formed a slight pout. Daniela had a hard time breathing after seeing that look.
She smirked, rolling her hips back against the younger girl’s clothed member, feeling it get harder underneath. She exhaled, a faint moan coming out. Megan groaned, the sound taking Daniela back. It was lower, different than her pathetic whimpers that had escaped so far. Just the sound made Daniela moan again.
Daniela’s hips rolled again, harder, slower. She could feel the tent in the girls pants, even feeling the faint twitches. She needed it. Needed to feel Megan everywhere. She was getting desperate. Her hips continued to move, a faint whisper catching her off guard.
“Daniela…” Megan whispered, her head falling onto the girl’s shoulder. Dani’s hand reached out, grabbing the back of the younger girl’s neck, fingers twisting in the hair. She pulled her head up, eyes locking. “We… we can’t…” Megan breathed, eyes glossy behind the frames. Daniela felt her heart twisting slightly, but she continued.
“But we can, baby. You want to, I know you do… I want to. I need you, Megan. I need you to make me feel good.” Daniela breathed, staring her in the eyes, emphasizing her words with hard rocks from her hips. Megan was having a hard time keeping her hips still from bucking up into the girl. “As long as you want to…” Daniela continued. She wanted Megan to want this too. She needed it, actually.
Megan stared into her eyes, eventually nodding. Daniela smiled, her hand moving down to cup her cheek. “That’s right, baby…” Megan whimpered again, her hips moving upwards slightly. Daniela moaned at the action, her lace panties getting wetter and wetter. She was almost positive there would be a wet spot on her sweatpants too.
Megan’s bottom lip found itself in between her teeth, trying to stay focused on Daniela’s eyes, but it was so hard with the girl's hips moving slowly. Too slow. Her hips thrusted up once more.
“Fuck, Megan…” Dani breathed, her head falling backwards. “You wanna make me feel good, baby? You wanna make mami feel good?” Dani said, caressing the younger girl’s cheek.
“Yes, I do… ‘want to so bad, Dani…” Megan whimpered, hips bucking upwards slowly. Daniela nodded, pulling her face just centimeters from her lips. “Take me upstairs, baby.”
Daniela didn’t have to say it twice.
Megan’s arms sprung, wrapping them around Dani’s thick thighs, lifting her up. Daniela let out a shocked gasp, hands wrapping around Megan’s neck. “My strong girl, so good for mami…” She whispered into Megan’s ear, feeling the girl’s arms tighten.
Daniela really didn’t expect this strength from Megan. But she held her strong and securely, carrying her up the stairs. The younger girl kicked open her bedroom door, LED lights illuminating the room. She walked towards her bed, kneeling down to set Daniela gently down on the foot of her bed.
She didn’t get up from her knees, just stayed there, staring at Daniela. The sight of Megan on her knees for her made Daniela shiver. Megan laid her head down against Daniela’s thigh, the soft cotton of her pants rubbing against her cheek.
“You’re beautiful,” She said softly, gazing up at the girl.
Daniela blushed, shy all of a sudden. She smiled softly, stroking the girl’s cheek.
“You’re gorgeous.” She replied, her finger tracing the frame of Megan’s glasses.
Megan smiled, her other hand coming up to rest on Daniela’s thigh. Her large hand was splayed out, almost fully covering Dani’s thigh. The sight made her hot.
“You wanna make me feel good now, Megan?” Daniela asked.
Megan nodded, her glasses rubbing against Dani’s pants.
“Go on, cariño.” That was all Megan needed.
Her hands ran over Daniela’s thighs, stopping at the waistband. She looked up at the girl who gave her a slight nod in permission, then tugged. Dani lifted her hips to help. Megan’s large hands eagerly pulled down the girl’s sweatpants, revealing soaked-through red lace underwear.
Megan groaned at the sight. “Fuck…” She breathed, reaching down to palm her length through her pants. “Like what you see, hermosa?” Daniela rasped, sitting up on her elbows. Megan hummed in response. She still felt like the older girl was wearing too many clothes. “Take your sweatshirt off.” She commanded.
“Well, that’s not how you ask, is it now, baby?” Daniela teased, looking down at the girl with a smirk. But the hunger in the younger girl’s eyes had her throbbing through her dominant facade.
Megan groaned at the question, shaking her head. She stood up, reaching towards the girl, tugging the sweatshirt off herself. Daniela was surprised, but lifted her arms nonetheless. The skin underneath was covered by a matching red bra, lacy and very revealing. Daniela’s breasts were spilling out of the thin material. Megan moaned at the sight.
“Fuck, Daniela, did you put this on just for me?” She asked, palms splaying across the skin. She wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Daniela nodded with a whine, her back arching as she stared at Megan. Who knew the dork could talk like this? “Touch me, cariño,” She urged.
Megan whined under her breath. She’d never done anything like this before, she had no idea how to make this absolute goddess feel good.
Her hands moved towards the waistband of Daniela’s panties, slowly pulling them down her long legs. The sight of the older girl’s neatly-trimmed pussy made her groan. Her free hand rubbed against her clothed shaft. “Fuck, Daniela, you’re soaked,” She moaned, watching a string of Dani’s slick stuck to her panties and seperated from her cunt.
“That’s what you do to me, s’all for you, Megan…” Daniela breathed.
Megan reached out, her index and middle finger swiping through the girl’s folds. They practically slipped because the girl was so wet. A coat of arousal was applied to her fingers as they traveled up to Daniela’s clit, pressing experimentally. “Fuck!” Danieal moaned, egging Megan on.
“That’s good?” Megan questioned under her breath.
“So good, baby. Fuck, don’t stop,” Daniela urged, nodding her head quickly. Megan continued her fingers movements, swiping them up and down the girl’s dripping slit.
She moved her head towards the girl’s pussy, sticking out her tongue as she licked the older girl’s folds experimentally. The moan she received allowed her to continue. She pressed her flat tongue against Daniela’s clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub. “Dios mío…” Daniela breathed at the sensation of the younger girl’s tongue lapping slowly against her clit.
Daniela’s hand moved down, resting against the back of Megan’s head. Megan’s lips wrapped around Dani’s swollen clit, sucking lightly. The girl above her moaned, hand tightening in her hair.
“Oh, my God, Megan, don’t stop,” Daniela sighed, fingers tangling in her hair. Megan couldn’t dream of stopping. Her two fingers moved lower, circling Daniela’s tight entrance. Daniela felt everything, her head nodding in permission.
Megan’s fingers sunk in slowly. Daniela’s tight walls squeezed her fingers as she whimpered. Her back arched, her hand pulling Megan’s face further into her cunt. Megan continued to suck, drawing noises out of the girl’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” Daniela chanted.
The younger girl’s fingers fully sunk in, feeling the softness surrounding them and the wetness that dripped down her wrist. She almost came in her pants at the sight.
She pulled her fingers out stopping at the tips, and pushed them back in. Daniela screamed. “Megan!” She moaned. Megan took her mouth off her clit, looking up at Daniela. Her face was flushed red, her chest rising and falling quickly, her nipples hard under her bra…
Megan couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around them.
Her fingers were moving quickly in and out of the girl, sounds of wetness and the smell of sex filling the room. She looked down at the sight of Daniela’s hole swallowing Megan’s fingers. The way she stretched out around them.
Daniela was in a trance. The sight of the younger girl on her knees for her, her glasses slightly tilted and her face beet red. The way she stared at Daniela’s cunt so fondly made Daniela’s stomach erupt with butterflies. She looked absolutely beautiful. Beautiful and gone.
The older girl couldn’t get enough of Megan’s long fingers pistoning inside of her. She’d thought about it many times, never imagining it would feel this good. “Fuck, papi, your fingers feel so good…” Daniela said. The word just slipped out, she honestly didn’t realize. Until Megan whimpered, her head falling onto Daniela’s thigh, fingers stuttering slightly.
“Oh, my God, Dani…” She breathed, taking her hand off her hard cock to fix her glasses. The nickname had completely thrown her off her rhythm, her dick twitching at the word. God, she needed to hear that again. She turned her head, sucking and biting a dark purple mark into Daniela’s thigh. “You’re doing s’good, Dani. You take me so well.” She was word-vomiting at this point. She had been using all her smutty fanfiction knowledge on what to say, now the words just spewed.
“Yeah? Tell me how pretty I look.” Daniela commanded, sitting up slightly as Megan’s fingers continued to move, curling up into her soft g-spot, causing Daniela to scream. She pulled herself together quickly.
“You look beautiful, Dani. So fucking pretty like this.” Megan said, thrusting her fingers into the girl harder and faster than before.
Juices were spilling down her hand, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was pushing Daniela over the edge. She curled her fingers again, pulling out another loud moan.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. F-uck, Megan don’t stop, right there!” Dani exclaimed, moans breaking up her words. Megan’s lips closed around the girl’s clit once more, sucking the nerve harder. Her fingers were as deep as they could go, curling up against the soft walls. “I’m so close, cielo, so close,” Daniela breathed, tugging the girl’s hair.
Megan moaned at her words, sending vibrations through the girl. She could feel Daniela’s thighs tense around her head, locking her in place. They were shaking slightly, and Megan knew she was close.
“Let go, Dani. Cum for me, please,” Megan pleaded, mumbling against the girl’s pussy. It took two more thrusts before she could hear Dani scream. “Fuck! I’m cumming, fuck, feels so good, papi…” Daniela groaned. She could feel shivers throughout her body, her back arching off of the bed. Her free hand white-knuckled the sheets.
Her shaking thighs went limp around the girl’s head as Megan’s fingers still thrust slowly into her. She pulled them out slowly, holding them in front of her, admiring the shine the Daniela’s juices left. She had a primal instinct, one that drove her to shove her fingers into her mouth, tongue running along them, sucking the juices off. She groaned at the taste, her dick twitching at the sweetness.
“Oh, my God, Megan,” Daniela whimpered, grabbing the girl’s hoodie collar and pulling her up. Megan removed her fingers, a line of spit between them and her lips. Before she could even process what was happening, Daniela’s lips crashed against hers.
The kiss was rough, and Daniela could taste herself on Megan’s lips. She whined, pulling the younger girl closer by the thick cotton.
Megan whimpered into the kiss, her hands settling on the older girl’s soft hips. One drifted further up, landing on her waist. Daniela moved them against the pillows, Megan landing in between her legs. Daniela could feel the soft cotton of Megan’s pants against her bare legs, but she could especially feel the girl’s fully hard cock pressing against her core.
Daniela moaned into the kiss, her tongue pressing against Megan’s lips, which opened to let her in. The older girl licked all over the inside of Megan’s mouth as the younger girl’s hands began to get desperate. Megan’s tongue swiped against Daniela’s, moaning at the feeling.
The younger girl couldn’t help it when her hips bucked into Dani, who tilted her head back in response. Megan’s lips were wet with spit, as were Daniela’s.
Megan moved, her lips attaching to the soft skin of Daniela’s neck. She licked, kissed, and sucked small marks into the skin, while Daniela worked to get the hoodie off. Megan pulled it over her head, revealing a Nike sports bra and toned abs underneath.
“Fuck, Meg…” Dani breathed, her nails drifting over the ridges, leaving faint red marks. “You’re so pretty, Dani. So fucking pretty.” She groaned, fingers reaching behind the older girl, unclasping her bra. Daniela assisted, pulling the bra off.
Megan stared at the sight of the girl’s breasts, puffy nipples that she needed to suck. “Touch them, Megan,” Daniela urged, hand on the girl’s head. Megan’s head lowered, wrapping her lips around the girl’s left nipple. She licked the hard nub, sucking lightly while twisting the other with her right hand. Daniela whimpered, her back arching into the younger girl’s dick.
Megan groaned at the feeling of Dani’s hot pussy against her clothed dick. “Turn over.” Daniela commanded. Megan took her mouth off of the girl’s breast, looking up at her, confused. “Do I have to say it again?” Daniela said firmly.
Megan rolled onto her back, watching as Daniela crawled towards her. Megan expected a kiss, closing her eyes. However, she felt the girl’s sharp nails pulling her pants down, revealing her boxers. Her dick caused them to tent slightly. She inhaled shakily as she watched the younger girl stare up at her, a smirk plastered on her lips.
“Is this for me, baby?” Daniela asked, taking her index finger and running it up her clothed shaft. Megan whimpered.
Daniela cocked a sharp eyebrow.
“A-All for you, mami…” Megan corrected.
“That’s it, good girl.” Daniela praised.
She stalked closer, one hand holding Megan’s shaft as she pressed a kiss to her clothed tip.
Megan’s breath hitched. She felt hot all over. No one’s ever been this close to her, no one but herself. She already felt on edge.
Daniela’s hand squeezed, causing Megan to moan. “Fuck, Dani, feels so good,” She breathed, finding it hard to do so.
Daniela nodded, fingers reaching towards the waistband, pulling the boxers down slowly.
Megan’s hardened cock was freed from the waist band, bobbing slightly. Daniela gulped.
Megan was big. Like, 7-8 inches big. And not just big, she was girthy. Thick. Daniela wasn’t confident her fist would be able to wrap around the girl’s veiny shaft.
She looked up at Megan, whose eyes were glazed over in pleasure. She looked dazed. Dani was obsessed. “Fuck, mi amor, you’re so big…” Daniela breathed, wrapping her small hand around Megan’s pulsing shaft. Her suspicions were correct. This girl is huge.
Megan exhaled sharply, her head falling backwards and hitting the headboard with a soft thud. She knew she wasn’t going to last, and Daniela had barely started.
Daniela’s hand moved up towards the girl’s puffy tip, leaking with precum that was slowly dripping down her cock. Her breath stuttered. She collected some of the sticky substance, using her two fingers to spread it across her dick. Megan was a whimpering mess.
She could already feel tension forming in her stomach, her balls clenching.
Daniela gawked. Megan’s dick twitched in her hand, more precum forming. “Someones eager, huh?” She whispered innocently, moving her lips to the tip.
Her mouth opened, glossed lips wrapping around the swollen pink tip.
Megan gasped, reaching out to Daniela’s head with two hands. “F-Fuck!” She moaned as Daniela began to suck.
Daniela closed her eyes, relaxing her throat to take more of the girl into her mouth. God, she was huge. Dani sucked, tongue moving along the veins, causing Megan to groan.
The younger girl knew better than to pull Daniela’s curly hair, so her hands sat still on top of her head. She could feel everything. The warmth and tightness of Daniela’s throat, even see the small bulge from her dick in her mouth. She moaned at the sight. “Dani- fuck, Dani, I’m not gonna last,” She whimpered, her back arching.
She could feel the heat pooling, her stomach clenching. Daniela’s other hand drifted lower, palming the girl’s balls and squeezing softly. Megan almost came.
Daniela removed herself off of Megan’s cock, drool forming in the corners of her lips. Her lipstick was messed up, now leaving prints along the younger girl’s dick.
The older girl was breathing heavily, one hand slowly stroking Megan while the other held her balls.
“I know, sweet thing… you can hold it, though, can’t you? You can hold it for mami…” Daniela whispered, slightly glaring at the girl.
Megan’s glasses were getting foggy, whimpers and whines slipping from her lips as she nodded.
Daniela hummed. She began stroking faster, taking the girl back into her mouth. She moved her head lower, taking more and more until her nose hit the girl’s pelvis. Megan let out a long drawn-out ‘fuck’, knocking her head again.
Dani bobbed her head up and down, stroking what she couldn’t reach with one of her hands. More spit formed, and the older girl gagged slightly. Megan felt it, pushing her right to the edge. “Dani- Dani, Dani, m’cumming, cumming, fuck!” Megan whined, just about to release down the girl’s throat, when all the pleasure stopped.
“W-What?” She muttered, her eyes opening. She came face to face with Daniela, who was now on her knees, hovering above Megan’s cock. Megan’s eyes widened.
“Are you gonna make mami feel good, baby?” Daniela asked softly, cupping Megan’s cheek with her hand. The other was lining Megan’s dick to her hole, passing through her folds.
Megan whined, nodding in response. “So good, mami…” She answered. Daniela smirked, slowly sinking down. Her jaw went slack at the feeling of Megan’s thick cock stretching her out. Megan whimpered, heat encapsulating her dick, feeling the tightness wrap around her thick shaft.
Daniela made it halfway before pausing to regain her composure. “Ay, dios mío… eres tan grande, papi…” She moaned, her head landing in Megan’s neck. She pressed wet kisses into the skin, sucking deep purple marks.
Megan was so close. Practically teetering over the edge. Her hips thrusted into Dani’s heat ever so slightly, the girl moaning into her skin.
Dani continued to sink down, finally feeling the girl’s full length inside of her.
She felt so full. Full of Megan.
She looked down, seeing a small bulge outlining her lower stomach. “Fuck!” She exclaimed, throwing her head back and placing a hand on the bump. “Mierda, eres tan profundo, papi…” She moaned, rolling her hips.
Megan watched in awe, her hips moving upwards in a slow rhythm. She looked down at Daniela’s hand, moaning at the sight of her inside of her soon to be step-sister.
Daniela caught her looking, lazily smiling to herself. She grabbed one of the younger girl’s hands, placing it on the bulge. “Feel that, Megs? That’s how deep you are, baby…” She whispered into the girl’s ear, shivers running down Megan’s body.
She could feel herself moving inside of Daniela. Fuck. Fuck, she’s gonna cum.
Daniela lifted herself, leaving only Megan’s tip inside of her before dropping back down. “Oh, my God!” She moaned, repeating the motion.
Megan watched Dani bounce on her dick, feeling the girl’s wetness spill down her cock. She was so close, thrusting into Dani harder.
“Daniela, I’m gonna cum,” She moaned urgently. She couldn’t cum inside Dani, she knew better. But why wasn’t the older girl moving??
“Dani!” She moaned.
“Do it, baby, I’m so close… I’m on the pill,” She whined, pulling Megan’s face towards her.
Megan groaned, grabbing Daniela’s hips with a newfound urgency.
“That’s right, baby… cum inside me. Fill me up, papi, please!” The older girl moaned, meeting Megan’s thrusts. She could feel her stomach getting tighter, a warm sensation settling over her. “I’m cumming!” She whimpered, squeezing the younger girl’s shoulders.
Megan could feel it. Feel Dani’s hole getting tighter around her dick, the girl’s movements getting sloppy, her thighs shake. Megan felt all of it.
“M-Me too, me too, Dani…” She whined, thrusting once more before emptying herself into Daniela’s hole. Daniela felt Megan paint her walls white, her warm cum filling her up. God, it felt so good. Daniela was addicted.
The girls both slowed down, their thrusts coming to a stop as the only sound that filled the room was their breathing.
Dani laid her head on Megan’s shoulder, the girl’s cock still halfway-hard inside of her, but they didn’t mind.
“Jesus, Megan…” Daniela muttered blissfully. Megan braced herself, expecting rejection or Daniela saying she was ashamed. Certainly not;
Megan released a breath, a smile taking over her face.
She wrapped her arms around Daniela’s slim waist, mindlessly rubbing shapes into the skin. She nodded.
“Dani, I…” She began, the three words on the tip of her tongue struggling to come out.
Dani lifted her head, cupping Megan’s cheeks, silencing her with a soft kiss.
Megan closed her eyes, squeezing the girl’s waist comfortingly. They pulled back, Daniela looking at her tenderly. “I know. I know, sweet girl. I do too.” She replied, smiling at Megan.
Megan smiled back. Her chest felt so tight, but in a good way. Daniela felt the same, butterflies swarming her body. The girls shared bright red cheeks, and happy smiles.
They both knew they had crossed a line that probably couldn’t be crossed over again, but they didn’t seem to care. Not after hearing the words they just shared. They also knew how much they had to talk about, but that could wait. For now, they drifted to sleep, arms around each other, skin against skin, and the sound of Megan’s PC softly whirring.
