She pressed her forehead against the edge of the shower, letting the steaming water run over her body.  The low roar of water hitting flesh and tile almost as soothing to her mind as the heat was to tired muscle.  For several forlorn minutes she merely rested there, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she would slowly breath in the steam, slowly spitting out the water that would stream into her mouth.<br/><br/>Her entire body ached, making it almost a luxury to enjoy these quiet, stolen moments when she needed to do nothing but.. enjoy.  Of course, in between the list of things that -always- needed to be fixed, and her own studies of the ships interface, she had managed to fit in a trip to town.  Her body tensing slightly as she would remember, her head arching back, letting the water run over her face, likely carrying with it the last vestiges of gooey white fluid that seemed never to leave her form these days..<br/><br/>It had been pleasant.  Exhaustive.  Delicious in its way.  Yet instead of satiation, she had gained only frustration from her little jaunt.  Her companions on the ship having been gone for some time, or so it seemed, and so she had made due with what deliciously warm bodies, and cocks!, were available.. And found release in none of it.  Though just the thought of such torment would tighten the soft flesh, the water rolling over slowly heating skin, only egging on her thoughts, her need..<br/><br/>One hand reaching out, bracing against the wall, her heel digging into the porous surface of the tiled floor, one leg lifted, braced against the door even as her free hand would coil between her legs.. A soft gasp leaving her lips as she would begin to stroke those puffy lips.  Likely she would at least find release in her own fingers..<br/><br/>A little whimper leaving her, nearly drowned out in that roar of water, her back arching, her eyes sliding shut, mouth filling with water, stifling that moan.  She was feeling deliciously hedonistic, lost in the sensations of her thumb stroking over her clit, her fingers suddenly thrusting into her aching little hole..  It wasn't enough!  It was never enough!  That gasp as her mind was suddenly elsewhere..<br/><br/>Watching.  Seeing.  The sudden change of familiar face into something animalistic.  Primal.  She would gasp, her head hitting the edge of the shower, trembling there, slowly sliding until she was curled on the floor, legs splayed.  One hand still expertly working her slick cunt, the other curling around her breast, viciously pinching the tightened nipples..<br/><br/>'Brother..'  That gasp as her mind touched his, seeing what he saw, light as a feather, likely unnoticed in the rising tide of testosterone and arousal..