Shuffling over to her sister, coming very close to her, so much closer than usual. She hesitated at the point where they were less than in inch apart. Her breath was increasing, becoming more rapid and so hot on her skin. It was as if she had a fever, but her eyes and face.<br/><br/>No she wasn't sick, she was excited, and very shy. There had to be a very strong motivation for her to suddenly act like this, and especially considering that she was Miria's sister. She pulled her hand up and let her soft fingers slowly settle on Miria's shoulder. They were trembling a little at first, but she settled down soon enough. Pulling herself closer to her sister, their breasts pushing against eachother and soon enough Zjasha had pulled her leg up between Miria's thighs, pushing into her gender.<br/><br/>She could still pull herself free, if she wanted to. Though these sensations, the warmth of her sister's arms and body, even through the clothing. It might be enough to convince her to just let it go. But why was she doing this, all of a sudden?<br/><br/>If Miria was going not going to commit herself to this, she would have to act fast. Zjasha's lips were heading for her mouth, pursed full lips. No coloured make-up to hide their nature. They were almost a perfect pink, contrasting to the tanned colour of her skin.