Meanwhile, Melanie…

Melanie loves clothes shopping, loves it even more when she can afford the expensive stuff and absolutely adores it when she finds some poor loser -or gorgeous stud, apparently- to pay for her. That had been part of the problem.

Since she was only treated to swimsuits, she wanted to get something really worth her time and, for some reason, the really expensive ones seemed straight from a porn film. Sure, she wanted to give the stud a good show, but she wasn’t going to wear a glorified fistful of fucking strings for him.

That and she was shopping for Miltia too, who would skin her -later, in private- if she went back to the rooftop with something like that for her to wear.

Thinking of her sister puts a smile on her lips. Sometimes she wonders if her dear sister forgets they’ve known each other all their lives, Miltia’s subtle attempts at getting closer to the stud were adorable, but utterly failed at… you know, being subtle.

Her reserved little sister has had as much experience with boys as your average cleaning product and, to the best of her knowledge -that was quite a bit, if she says so herself- she’s never ever kissed one on the cheek. It's adorable, really.

Anyway, she’d had to compromise with the swimsuits, something drop-dead gorgeous for her and something a bit more in the cute side for Miltia. Expensive and sexy, but nothing either of them would be ashamed of wearing.

Thoughts momentarily derailed by the soft ding of the elevator doors opening before her, she tries to plan the night. The bet involved a ‘night he wouldn’t forget’ and she would even play nice and interpret that as a ‘night so good he wouldn’t forget’. The stud is easy to look at, and they kind of owe him one, but if he expects her to just open her legs he has another one coming.

Not that she was absolutely opposed to the idea, maybe if he plays his cards absolutely right she’ll let him take her first time and… Oh, look at her, blushing like a fucking schoolgirl! As if that's going to happen. They’ll have some fun on the pool and for once Miltia won’t run away from the action. Then they’ll make out -if the stud doesn’t make an absolute fool out of himself- and maybe, if he's really lucky, there would be heavy petting involved.

Huh, that actually sounds pretty good to her.

With a mischievous smile, she takes her swimsuit out of the bag. The elevator takes a while to get all the way to the rooftop, so she decides to save time and change there. Hopefully Miltia has gathered enough courage to at least kiss the stud without her help. Dust knows she’s given them enough time to warm up...

A bit later, the elevator dings again and an already changed Melanie poses with her best seductive smile in place as the doors open.

“I hope you didn’t ravage my sister while I was away, stud. Because if you—” That’s as far as she gets before her brain registers the situation she just walked in and does the only sensible thing it can do: Freeze.

Out of all the possible scenes she might find there, catching her sister bent over the lounge bed, flushed and disheveled, moaning in pleasure as the stud pistons into her from behind and asking for more isn’t one she was expecting.

Once her brain reboots, she reacts -again- in the only sensible way: With a very loud “What the fuck is going on here!?”