Mika had been sneaking little glances, tugging back the hems of their underwear with mischievous curiosity, trying to peer deeper between their cheeks to see if he could see their assholes when Charlotte suddenly pulled back and caught him.
Her brows knit together, her lips pursed in suspicion as she stared at him.
"Mika...what exactly are you doing with Mama?"
She asked, her tone sharp but confused. Her eyes then darted to Yelena sitting on his lap, bare skin against him, and she tilted her head incredulously.
"And Mama, why are you even naked and sitting there right now? I still don't understand this at all and what exactly is going on."
"...Anyone care to explain since I'm really confused?"
Yelena's face turned bright with embarrassment. She immediately looked away, guilt written all over her usually proud features, lips pressing tight as though she couldn't muster an explanation.
