Miria eyed her sister suspiciously, something was definitely wrong. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she was acting so oddly.<br/><br/>She started to back away when Zjasha approached her, but curious to find out what was wrong, she held her ground. She twitched when her sister placed a hand on her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Mirias’ nostrils flared picking up the sweet, delicate scent of her sister’s arousal.<br/><br/>“What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?” she asked, gasping as her sister lifted her knee to press between Mirias’ thighs grinding against her moist sex. Her lips so close to hers, she could feel the warmth of her breath.<br/><br/>Not sure what to do, she closed her eyes as Zjasha kissed her, their tongues meeting, twining in a sensual kiss. Her Lords’ deep, dark voice speaking in her head.<br/>