Andi Rye and April Snow, stepsisters bound by blood and forbidden lust, find themselves alone once more. April, the more innocent of the two, tries to focus on her book, but Andi's presence, her scent, her soft moans as she touches herself, are too much. Andi, teasing April, plays with her nipples, her fingers tracing circles around her hard nubs. April's resolve crumbles, and she joins Andi on the couch, their bodies pressing together. Andi's hand finds April's thigh, inching up, seeking April's warmth. April gasps, her hips bucking as Andi's fingers slip beneath her panties, finding her wet, eager center.