Emi Has a Shower and Tries to Clear Her Mind

Emi lost track of how long Monica had eaten her out. Her body longed for more pleasure, orgasmic relief having continued to evade her sister's endeavours.

Having decided to finally get up and shower Emi spent some extra time not just cleaning herself, but trying to relieve herself as well.

Brushing her wet hair after the shower she thought nothing of when Kathy came in and asked to use the shower while Emi was at the sink.

If anything Emi was kind of relieved, thinking it was a good rare opportunity to try to raise family issues with one of the best sounding boards she knew.

“So how has everything been going?” Emi started innocuously enough, her voice heard clearly over the shower by Kathy.

“More or less okay. Dad's been spending a lot of time with mom going through detox. Monica is causing the internet to be cut off daily for not going to class. Julia's got her further upset with plans to move in with her fiance, oh and Fiona has quit another program.” Kathy replied matter of factly finding herself enjoying the warm water on her body oddly more than normal, her body feeling oddly electrically charged with arousal.

Emi shook her head, she had almost forgotten about all the other shit going on. She felt even more **** to try to raise what had happened in the city, at the mall… And with Monica.

Her problems seemed like needless burdens.

You can help them with those.

The foreign thought gave Emi chills, she froze staring at the mirror, eyes locked on the suddenly present horns, no longer mere nubs they reached out and curved up through her bangs. Trembling slightly Emi breathed deep, trying to push aside the terror and pleasure suddenly warring for dominance within her.

Every fiber of her being that wanted to run and scream in terror was locked in place by the desire to frig herself as thoughts of curing Fiona's eating disorder a with her corruption danced in her head.

Followed by thoughts of helping Monica and Julia grow closer than ever.

Then giving her mother pleasure that no **** high could ever match.

Each thought paired with its own different sexual acts.

She stood there, transfixed on the mirror at an impasse until…