tasha sighed to herself as she stood behind the reception desk in her figure-hugging suit and flowery scarf. this time of day, just before the close of business, was always quiet for the hotel. she hated quiet times. tasha was the kind of person who always wanted to work, to do things, to focus on the task. when things were quiet she got easily bored and frustrated.
but right now the problem was not that she was bored. she was jealous, and sad. she had expected that when her baby sister abi asked to go get fucked by two other girls that the whole thing would just be sexy and fun, but as she watched abi collapse into giggles and cuddles with two girls who were not her had sent shards of pain through tasha’s heart. abi was never like that with her. they fucked, almost constantly, and abi called her sistress’ and begged her to hurt her and whip her and…
but she had never kissed tasha like that, never hugged tasha like that after they fucked… never called her mommy in that tone…