<span style="font-size: 12px">Quinn raised her hand to catch the water bottle. She untwisted the lid and took a sip, listening to Mariana speak. She shrugged, with a small nod. <b>“Yea, maybe…” </b>It wasn’t that Quinn didn’t want to go swimming—if she had known where her bathing suit was, she might have left their conversation immediately just to dive into the pool. But going with Mariana meant that she would have to make more small talk, which was something she’d had about enough of today. <br/>
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The raven-haired woman abruptly averted her eyes back up at Mariana at the mention of her bra. <b>“How did you-oh…” </b>she had almost forgotten having pulled up her shirt out of heat exhaustion. She chuckled, softly. <b>“Thanks.”</b> <br/>
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Although Quinn could have continued to watch the woman putting her books away her snug, little yoga pants, she was beginning to feel a little rude. After she finished the bottle of water, she sat up and began rummaging through some boxes. There were so many books, Quinn was wondering if she’d had enough shelf space for them all. She could feel herself breaking a sweat again and made a mental note to dig through her suitcases until she found her bathing suit as soon as she was done. The woman peered up at her new step-sister, bangs falling into her eyes, and watched as she placed a few of her books on the shelf in their proper chronological order. Mariana was actually pretty nice—it was making it all the more difficult for Quinn to be so indifferent towards her.  She continued emptying out her boxes, setting a few frames aside that she’d planned to put up on her walls. Her room was beginning to come together now. Of course, it wasn’t anything like what she’d had back in NYC, but she could imagine herself being less reluctant about having to come home to the bedroom . <br/>
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Quinn had been leaning over one of the last of her unpacked boxes, deciding if the scraps of paper inside were important when Mariana said something. <b>“Toys?”</b> the dark-haired woman repeated, still sifting through her own box. She peered over at Mariana. <b>“Oh, toys!”</b> Quinn said, in a moment of realization. Of course Mariana would be the one to find the sex toy box. A small smile tugged at the corner of Quinn’s lips as she wondered how the other woman would react. Her first smile today. Her collection was large and she was proud of it. Each item had its place in time. Mariana asked again about their prospective location. <br/>
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The black-haired woman straightened up, tapping her chin as she was thinking. <b>“I was thinking about mounting them on the wall,” </b>she turned and used her hand to gesture to a clear space just above her bed’s headboard, <b>“Just right over here. What do you think?” </b>she turned back to the woman, curiously. <br/>
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She was only joking, of course, but she was interested to see how her new step-sister would react. She’d probably thought that she was some sex-addicted pervert as demonstrated by her exceptionally large collection. The woman snickered and crossed the room to grab the box from Mariana. <b>“Just joking,” </b>she whispered, blankly. <b>“I’ll just put these away later.” </b>She crossed back over to the other side of the room and sat the box in front of the night stand, inside of which they would probably live. She didn’t particularly care if Mariana watched her put the sexual items away, however, things might have gotten a little awkward if her stepmother or her father happened to appear in the doorway during the process. Although she had to admit that the encounter would have been pretty entertaining. </span>