She bumps into Heather

Meanwhile Heather had decided it was well about for making some dinner, and already put her unruly cousin to work in the kitchen - despite of his vocal objections and obvious attempts to chat up Victoria.

The blonde seemed more than happy to be rid of his company, and had quickly left them alone in the kitchen.

It was about this time that Heather had realized she was still wearing nothing but a towel and her tiny bikini however, and soon made it a good excuse to go and change into something a little more appropriate. Even herself wasn't all too keen on staying in the same room alone with Kurt for long, and she was well aware of the way he'd start glancing at her chest when there was none of the other girls in sight.

On her way out of the kitchen she heard all the laughing break out a little further down the hallway, and found her path blocked by all the others who lounged by her door. And while she waited for a chance to get by, or to figure out what all the commotion was about, she suddenly had someone dashing right into her at full speed.

"Hey...?" She started a bit startled, while they both stumbled backwards at the sudden collision, and was a little surprised to find Ashley being the one in such a hurry.

"Uh, sorry...!" The blonde girl stuttered, and then just stared at her for a second before quickly slipping past her and further into the cabin. The door to her and Brandon's room slammed shut behind her just a moment later, and Heather found herself staring at it for a while before turning back towards her own room.

It wasn't until some time later when she realized Ashley could've seen something she wasn't supposed to...

"Oh, god..." Ashley groaned to herself as she leaned her back against the closed door, wishing she could lock it and just throw away the key.

Somehow she'd almost forgotten about Heather in all of this mess, as she'd been so focused on just staying away from Brandon and Kurt. But even now she couldn't quite bring herself to put any blame on the busty brunette, except for being blessed with such a damn fine body.

Heck... Even herself hadn't been able to keep her eyes off those big tits in that minimal bikini, after nearly diving head first right into that cleavage. So how could she blame Brandon for being so attracted as well...?

She seriously doubted that somehow growing a larger bust would be of any help however, and she cursed both her own boyfriend and all other guys like Kurt for being such cheating assholes. And then she cursed herself as well, for falling so easily for that kind of masculine charm.

Perhaps - just perhaps -, life would be a whole lot easier on her if she'd somehow converted to lesbianism instead...