Massage By Proxy

Gianna grabs her bestie Darcie Dolce by the hand and drags her into the bedroom, both plopping down on the bed like they own the place. 'Thanks for swinging by and chilling with me,' Gianna says, her voice all grateful. 'Rough day, you know? Just need my girl.' Darcie pulls her into a tight hug, squeezing hard. 'I'm here for you, always, no matter what.' She eyes Gianna's jittery vibe and that troubled look—girl's hiding more than a bad day. Gianna lets out a quick laugh. 'It's not that big a deal, swear.' She pauses, feeling kinda guilty. 'Sucks complaining about my boyfriend... who's your twin brother.' Darcie throws her hands up dramatically. 'What'd that idiot do this time?' They both crack up, the tension popping like a balloon. Gianna spills it: she's pissed because he's been ghosting her lately, barely around. Darcie nods. 'Yeah, he's flakier than a fresh-baked pie these days.' Gianna exhales, relieved. 'Good, so it's not just me he's being a total butthead to.' Then she smirks. 'Get this—he gave me this lame-ass free massage voucher for my birthday last year, and I still haven't cashed it in.' She hops off the bed, snags it from the dresser, and waves it in Darcie's face. Schedules never line up, she gripes. 'You'd think he'd sprint over here, especially since this bad boy comes with sex on the side!' Darcie snatches the voucher, grinning like a fox. 'Redeem it with me, babe. I'm his twin—close enough, right? Call it a proxy massage, voucher transferred.' Gianna laughs, figuring it's just Darcie's goofy way of cheering her up, but Darcie doubles down. 'Nah, for real—I wanna massage you, help you unwind that tension.' She starts kneading Gianna's shoulders right there, clothes on, sitting up. 'Damn, you're knotted up tight.' Gianna sighs. 'Haven't been touched in forever, what do you expect?' Darcie chuckles. 'That's why I'm dating girls now. Guys? Total emotional wrecks, all that bullshit. Chicks get it, know exactly what we need.' Gianna's eyes light up, curious as hell. 'Wait, you've been with girls? Spill—what's that like?' Darcie winks, her hands still working. 'Way better. We know how to make each other squirm just right—guys fumble like amateurs.' As she talks, she tugs playfully at Gianna's shirt. 'Lose the top and pants if you wanna get comfy. Best friends, remember? We've seen the goods before.' Gianna freezes for a sec, cheeks flushing from the hands-on vibe, but she shakes it off, playing it smooth. 'Fine, whatever.' They both strip down to underwear. Gianna stretches out on her stomach across the bed, and Darcie swings a leg over, straddling her hips, diving back in with those magic fingers. Right away, shit turns steamy—Gianna's eyes go wide, surprise flipping to straight-up bliss. Darcie's hands glide like silk, hitting spots that make her moan low and arch her back, pussy getting wet and needy. She flips onto her back, face-to-face with Darcie, totally flustered now. Darcie's all cocky confidence, owning the moment as she works Gianna's front—kneading those perky tits, drawing out gasps and shivers of pleasure. But Gianna's face twists guilty for a beat. Darcie pauses. 'What's eating you?' Gianna admits, breathy, 'This massage has me horny as fuck, thinking about sex... but he's not here.' Darcie echoes with a sly grin. 'I'm his sister—close enough, yeah? And you said the voucher includes sex, so I'm delivering the full deal. Starting with this.' She leans in for a kiss. Their lips crash, Gianna hesitant at first, but Darcie's bold, tongue-teasing style melts her resistance fast—girl's unraveling like a cheap sweater. Darcie ramps it up, nipping at Gianna's neck, sucking those nipples while her hand slides down, cupping that slick pussy, fingers dipping in to stroke and tease. Gianna's gone, lost in the heat, begging for more with every whimper. Darcie doesn't hold back—spreads those legs and dives in, tongue lapping at her clit, eating her out like a pro, showing Gianna exactly how to return the favor, fingers and mouth working in tandem. Suddenly, Gianna gets it: girls? Yeah, that's the real jackpot.