Blended TML Ch 3

At the very least, Kayla is a pleasantly soft snuggle buddy. Piper resignedly holds her close and strokes her hair. “We gonna talk about what’s got you so needy?”

“The usual, prolly,” Kayla mumbles into Piper’s boobs.

“Is that Flynn or existential dread?”

“They’re the same thing.”

“They’re not. They’re related, but they’re not the same.”

“I can’t just be a waitress. But I don’t know what else to do.”

Piper closes her eyes and reminds herself to be grateful for things, like that Kayla has just bathed. Her hair smells incredible. She breathes that in deeply and summons her patience. “If I have to do career counseling for you, that’s fifty dollars an hour.”

“I’m not paying that. I’ll just stick to the free dildo service with ads.”

“I’ll start charging for that too.”

“I’ll start bringing Flynn over here.”

“You bring him over here and I’ll cuck you so hard you’ll turn into a corncob.”

“You’re gonna be such a good therapist.”

“I will be. And I will not touch my clients, so pick a lane. Dildo or therapy.”

Kayla considers it, then snuggles closer. “Dildo.”

“Cool.”

“Riley’s been weird lately.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s all energetic and stuff. It’s gross. And it’s not because of that chick, Meghan.”

“Riley has a lot of depression. You’re saying it’s weird that she’s a little less depressed?”

“Did you have sex with her?”

“Does that seem likely?”

Kayla pulls back enough to frown at Piper, searching her face. “Yeah, I guess not. Kiss me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Kiss me.”

“I thought I was a dildo.”

“Piper…” Kayla whines, but Piper sees it in her stepsister’s eyes: calculation. It doesn’t get talked about, but Kayla’s standardized test scores are higher than her lifestyle would suggest. She wants a kiss. Why? Unclear. She knows Piper won’t do it; the point is to prompt Piper to shut her up another way, setting up round two. And the whining? The comedic timing? It’s just good, plain and simple.

“You’re right,” Piper says.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re right. You’re wasted as a waitress.”

Kayla’s face stiffens. “Way to kill the mood.”

“Bella’s gonna catch us if I don’t.”

Kayla scowls and slips her hand, fumbling around to get it into Piper’s shirt. She gives Piper’s nipple a sharp twist, making her stiffen and hiss.

“That’s what you get,” Kayla mutters, getting out of bed. She bends, theatrically, to get her towel, then makes a face at Piper and leaves.

Piper sits up, hand still protectively covering her now-sore boob. She’s not laughing as she gazes at the door.

“Well, well, well,” she says, climbing out of bed and opening her underwear drawer. She gets clean panties and some shorts, then a Gurlberg Cowgurls cap. “…if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions.” She grinds her teeth, then points a warning finger at her reflection.

A few deep breaths later, she rams her feet into her slides and heads out.