Rei might be forced to admit she was learning new emotions, or new flavors of old ones. She was appalled, ashamed, nervous, and insidiously excited by it all. Her mind was ready to shut a door that her body seemed unwilling to agree on. Confusing, that she felt more compelled to him because of all the chaos. Like submitting to his instigations would show her a way out? Like she wanted one? Awful man. Awful woman. She didn't move away when he nestled his cock between them, swallowing hard and holding his gaze. Even weak defiance was  an uninspired response when her own stiff buds and the agitated shift of her pressed-together thighs suggested she was anxious for the very thing that was giving her such dread. Had she thought they could really go back to normal? Had she forgotten her waking conviction so soon?<br/><br/>If she hadn't, he banished it with the excruciating kisses he pressed to the curve of her neck. There was that irresistible pull again, that ache she hadn't realized she'd been harboring for so long. Did she really want it to go back to normal? Could she admit she might not?<br/><br/>Rei had never wanted Nahoya to shut up more than she did right then. Her grip on Kit's girth was nearly tight enough to be offensive when he guided her there. You unruly men. How dare you. How dare I.  In that moment, she wanted him to feel weak, the way she was weak. If she was being called into the abyss of this uncalled for new addiction, she wanted him to fall and stumble with her, not command it before him. She was giving him such conflicted expressions today.<br/><br/>Rei was slow with her hands, intentional because the water would resonate with a more vigorous stroke. If it was intended as caution, it played out as intimately deliberate. She gripped him harder to dissuade him from believing he should be self-satisfied in placing her hands on him. Water slipped down her eye lashes and drops collected on her lips. She was incredulously aware of his breath, which agitated her more than his verbal teasing. Both hands plying his length, she had the audacity to still look reluctant. Like he hadn't known she was as committed to this absurd ruse as he was.<br/><br/>As if Naho had some innate sense of sadistic conspiracy, her ever-innocent lover thanked her as she gave in to a more amenable treatment of his brother's member. When Nahoya spoke louder, her pace became less reserved, and  she seemed to take a strange sort of safety between the confines of Kit's barricading arms. When she met his gaze, she almost seemed like thought she might have the confidence to adequately meet his challenge. Or, maybe she was just that miserable, floundering in her own awakened appetite. What did it say that she was willing to walk so dangerously close to Naho's suspicions? She could tell herself it was because they'd been trapped, but even that admitted that she hadn't sent him away.<br/><br/>"Well, honestly, I'm not sure that his attitude is better with me." Rei replied when Nahoya's question had settled comfortably into the steam. "I don't mean to be down about it. I'm glad you feel happy about his change in mood. I guess I just worry he's playing around." she said. "Do you suppose he's being genuine, or just teasing? Boys have their phases, you know?" she stopped touching him then, back pressed against the tile as she stared through the shower spray at this boy who seemed to think it was fair to play at being a man. She couldn't wrap her mind around who she was going to be for him, the way neither of them had really known that day he'd caught her dressing. "I'm just not convinced he's really growing up, that this isn't just a new game because he's my student. But I guess that's not really my place to worry." Rei said. "I'm happy, if you're happy."<br/><br/>And, even as she said it, she'd wrapped her fingers around Kit again without his insistence.