Flustered and overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, Zara couldn't help but mount Nikolai, pinning him down, while the docile Zana glanced at them before using her towel to dry her wet hair with steam still flowing from her body.
'Damn, she's erotic'
Despite being family, Zara couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority to Zana.
"Sorry, I forgot that your man was here." Zana's calm, monotone voice followed the flutter of fabrics as she quickly wore a thin pair of black laced panties and a thick, restrictive bra that kept her heavy weapons neat and packed tight.
When she looked at her cousin's bare body, she saw the perfect shape, size, and ratio of her six delicate arms, and the darkness which lingered inside her exploded with all its disgusting and petty nature.
Zara's chest throbbed with a dull ache from the moment she learned the truth of why people began to doubt her mother.
