Blended Ch 41

“Be honest,” Piper says as she pulls into the driveway. “Did Leni awaken something in you?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Because you know that Leni’s just you with no dick and, uh, from Germany. And if you were thin.”

Piper forces a smile as she cuts the engine. “What, exactly, do you think she and I have in common?”

Bella looks thoughtful, placing a fingertip against her lips. “Hilariously over the top Machiavellianism?”

Piper shakes her keys at Bella. “I also cook for you.”

“She didn’t, um, not awaken something. I don’t know. I’m drunk. It’s been a crazy night. Who knows what awakened what?” Bella stretches as she follows Piper into the house.

Piper locks the door. “I’m glad you had a good time. And I’m proud of you for putting yourself out there.”

“OK, let’s not patronize,” Bella yawns as she climbs the steps.

“I’m not. I’m serious. I know how hard it is to drop like a—façade, you know?”

“Maybe you do.”

“What is it?” Piper asks; Bella has stopped on the landing. Her hand rests on the banister.

“Uh, last time I got drunk you were worried about me. Aren’t you gonna make sure I’m OK?”

Piper climbs up to her. “Riley’s sleeping.”

There’s a lot going on with Bella’s facial expression, all of it in the shape of her mouth, which finally becomes a smile. She raises a finger to her lips. “I know Aunt Mary made you our babysitter,” she whispers. “So babysit.”

For someone who never flirts, Bella isn’t terrible at it.

Piper adjusts quickly. “I’m bossy,” she warns.

“OK.” Bella takes Piper’s hand and leads her to her room. That’s where her boldness runs out, but Piper isn’t a monster. Was it the contest? The CCL girls? The dungeon? Leni? Something has Bella seriously hot and bothered.

It’s sensory whiplash; Riley is slim and firm. Bella is all curves and softness. Neither of them are good kissers, but Riley tries to take charge while Bella just lets it happen, melting in Piper’s arms.

Piper kisses her until Bella’s face is red, her eyes are glazed, and she breathes hard.

“Take your clothes off,” Piper tells her quietly.

Bella obeys, and Piper strips as well. Piper appreciates all of Bella’s body, but Bella can’t seem to look away from Piper’s cock. She moves forward, bending slightly as though she intends to get on her knees.

“Sit,” Piper tells her, pointing.

Bella swallows and sits on the edge of the bed. Her plump nipples grow in front of Piper’s eyes as Piper kneels in front of her.

“You don’t make a sound,” Piper warns, putting a little ironic sternness into the words. “Your cousin is trying to sleep.”

Bella nods nervously.

Piper pushes Bella’s knees apart, revealing an untrimmed bush and red inner thighs, already gleaming. Bella doesn’t have a strong scent, but when Piper puts her face in there, it’s like being enveloped in a vast, flesh pillow. Bella makes pitiful **** noises into her palm. Piper only licks and teases for a few minutes before she uses the tip of her tongue to **** Bella’s hard pearl.

Bella’s noises become alarming, and Piper dials it back. The orgasms come easily when she uses her tongue to make circles. As much as Bella flexes and as hard as she tries to close her legs, she still feels soft.