Yes

The two of them settled back onto the couch, the air thick with tension and arousal. The porn played on, the woman on screen taking the man's length deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size. Tiffany felt her own panties grow damp as she watched, her thoughts racing.

"When should I text Dan?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.

Chloe shrugged. "Whenever you want," she said, her voice a purr. "But maybe we should keep watching, for... research purposes?"

Tiffany shot her a glare, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "Fine," she said. "But don't expect me to thank you for this."

They both turned their attention back to the screen, but it was difficult for Tiffany to focus on the porn. Her mind was racing with thoughts of Chloe's mouth wrapped around Dan's cock. She felt a strange mix of hesitation and excitement—she had never been one to share her toys, especially not with her stepsister.

The next day came, and Dan found himself unable to concentrate on anything but the events of the previous night. He was a wreck, his thoughts consumed by the guilt of what had happened. He couldn't believe he had allowed Chloe to seduce him—especially knowing she was his date's stepsister. He felt like the biggest dick on the planet.

When Tiffany finally called, her voice was cold and heartless—a stark contrast to the warmth from their earlier conversations. "We need to talk," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Dan's stomach knotted at the thought of facing her after his indiscretion with Chloe, but he agreed to meet her at the House of Pizza during his lunch break. He knew he had to make things right, no matter how much his cock begged to differ.

Tiffany walked in, her hips swaying with a confidence that made him swallow hard. She slid into the booth across from him, her eyes cool and assessing. "So," she began, "you had quite the night, I heard."

Dan shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing. "Tiff, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

Tiffany took a sip of her soda, her eyes never leaving his.

"It's okay," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "I know Chloe can be...persuasive."

The truth was, Tiffany had her own secret history of clandestine hookups. In college, she had become quite adept at keeping her roommate in the dark about her late-night rendezvous with the roommate's boyfriend. She had always had a taste for the forbidden, and the thrill of being caught had only ever made things more exciting. So, when Chloe had told her about the little stunt she'd pulled with Dan, Tiffany couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It brought back memories of her own sneaky escapades, and the thought of her stepsister sucking off the guy she liked had a certain appeal.

They sat across from each other at the sticky, plastic-covered table at the House of Pizza, the air between them charged with tension and the smell of grease. Tiffany took a bite of her pepperoni slice, her teeth sinking into the crispy crust with an audible crunch. She watched Dan squirm, his own slice untouched in front of him.

"I mean, I don't know if this is going to work out," she said finally, her voice measured and cold.

Dan's heart sank. He had been hoping for a chance to explain himself, to make things right. "Tiffany, I swear, I didn't mean to disrespect you. It just sort of...happened."

Tiffany's gaze was unwavering. "I know it did," she said, her voice still cold. "But you know what's even more interesting?"

Dan's heart was racing. He had no idea what she was going to say next.