Samantha lightly groaned, turning around on the bed, amber eyes looking to check the time. As she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and illuminated her face, her full lips pouted and fuzzy brows furrowed seeing that it was still four thirty in the morning. That was awful, why did she woke up so soon? Looking to the other side of the bed, she could see that Tasha was sound asleep, so it couldn't have been her moving around. She slowly and carefully got up, not wanting to wake Tasha, as she dragged her feet towards the bathroom inside her bedroom. Not my bedroom, our bedroom, she thought for a moment. Tasha had moved in just a couple of weeks ago, and even if she was delighted, accustoming to it was going to take a while.
The bathroom's white light made Sam wince, shining bright on her barely covered body. An ill fitting shirt was open around her generous chest, as she couldn't button it without risking its integrity. She had borrowed it from Tasha, as most of her own clothes were pending a laundry run as usual. She didn't have to get out from home too much, even less with Tasha there, so her most careless side showed as her dirty clothes pile was more populated than her wardrobe. Sam stood in front of the toilet, fishing her prick out the opening of the boyish briefs she was wearing, to relieve herself before returning to bed. As she was done with it, and dragged her feet out of the bathroom, she heard some noise downstairs. Without even thinking what the source of the noise could be, she just walked the stairs barefoot, managing to fasten one single button of the shirt, adding some precarious coverage.
Had Samantha thought of what she was going to find in her kitchen, she was pretty sure that what she was seeing wouldn't be among even her wildest imaginations. Her sister Carol was there, seemingly in thought as she was fiddling with her glasses more than usual, but her being at home wasn't something weird, as their relationship was friendly and Carol liked to meddle in her younger sister's life. No, the weird thing was the other would be guest of the kitchen. Curiously rummaging around was a small naked girl, if one would dare to call such a colorful being a girl, her skin black and white, a bright blue mane on her head and a tail that was probably longer than the owner herself.
"What the fuck?!" Samantha's voice echoed on the whole house, probably waking up Tasha.
"Calm down!" Carol hushed, not for caring about Tasha, but trying to keep some degree of secrecy. "I'm going to need a favor" she said. As every time she asked 'a favor' out of Sam, it was clear by the tone of her voice that a negative answer was far from being an option.
The bathroom's white light made Sam wince, shining bright on her barely covered body. An ill fitting shirt was open around her generous chest, as she couldn't button it without risking its integrity. She had borrowed it from Tasha, as most of her own clothes were pending a laundry run as usual. She didn't have to get out from home too much, even less with Tasha there, so her most careless side showed as her dirty clothes pile was more populated than her wardrobe. Sam stood in front of the toilet, fishing her prick out the opening of the boyish briefs she was wearing, to relieve herself before returning to bed. As she was done with it, and dragged her feet out of the bathroom, she heard some noise downstairs. Without even thinking what the source of the noise could be, she just walked the stairs barefoot, managing to fasten one single button of the shirt, adding some precarious coverage.
Had Samantha thought of what she was going to find in her kitchen, she was pretty sure that what she was seeing wouldn't be among even her wildest imaginations. Her sister Carol was there, seemingly in thought as she was fiddling with her glasses more than usual, but her being at home wasn't something weird, as their relationship was friendly and Carol liked to meddle in her younger sister's life. No, the weird thing was the other would be guest of the kitchen. Curiously rummaging around was a small naked girl, if one would dare to call such a colorful being a girl, her skin black and white, a bright blue mane on her head and a tail that was probably longer than the owner herself.
"What the fuck?!" Samantha's voice echoed on the whole house, probably waking up Tasha.
"Calm down!" Carol hushed, not for caring about Tasha, but trying to keep some degree of secrecy. "I'm going to need a favor" she said. As every time she asked 'a favor' out of Sam, it was clear by the tone of her voice that a negative answer was far from being an option.