Allie and Sarah
Copyright© 2026 by Miki Girl
Chapter 10: The Bungalow
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Bungalow - After the car accident, sisters Sarah (23) and Allie (14) leave Catalpa for a Gainesville bungalow and a life they cannot put on an application. They tell the street they are orphans sharing a house for school. They tell each other the truth. Aunt Judith drives the same highway and almost asks. Campus never does. What they keep behind a new deadbolt is a marriage without a courthouse.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian Incest Sister Analingus First Masturbation Sex Toys AI Generated
They pulled into the gravel drive just after noon. Three-bedroom bungalow, white clapboard going gray, screened porch that sagged on one side, pool in back the color of weak tea. Leaves on the surface. Filter housing open and dead.
Sarah cut the engine. Allie sat a second longer, eighteen and still learning how much she could want her own sister. Sarah, twenty-three, already moving like the house had been waiting for them.
“Pool’s shot.”
“We’ll get a guy tomorrow.”
Empty rooms. Dust and old lemon oil. Clicking ceiling fan. Kitchen window aimed at the dirty water. Master in back with sliders onto the porch.
They ordered the furniture on the floor of the biggest room: king frame and mattress, express for the next afternoon; couch; table; nightstands. Sarah paid. Allie watched her sister’s hands and thought about the once they’d already used the strap-on—Allie on her back in Georgetown, Sarah above her, both of them shaking after.
That night they slept on the old mattress in the middle of the empty master. Allie woke to Sarah looking at her in the dark.
“Tomorrow.”
The truck came at 2:17. Men carried everything in. Bed together in minutes. Plastic still on the mattress. Door locked behind them.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom first.
Allie had Sarah against the hallway wall, kissing her like she’d been holding it since the closing. Clothes in a trail. By the time they reached the new bed Allie was in underwear, Sarah naked, ripping the plastic off with one pull.
Sarah went to the duffel. The harness. Rose silicone. She started to step into it.
Allie stopped her.
“My turn first.”
Sarah’s mouth opened. Allie was already on her knees on the bare mattress, pushing Sarah back until she sat on the edge, then farther until she was on her back. Allie hooked Sarah’s thighs over her shoulders and put her mouth on her sister without preamble—flat tongue, then focused, two fingers sliding in easy because Sarah was already wet from the drive, from the empty house, from Allie looking at her like that all day.
Sarah’s hand fisted in Allie’s hair. Allie didn’t rush. She worked her the way Sarah had taught her in that Georgetown apartment: slow pressure on her clit, fingers curled, the other hand holding Sarah’s hip down when she tried to buck. Sarah came the first time with her head thrown back against the new mattress, a broken sound she didn’t try to muffle because no one else lived here.
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