Noticing her sister teetering at the edge of belief, Astoria gave the redhead another kiss. How she loved that red hair...she could play with it for hours. When Daphne laughed and called her bluff, the young girl felt like pouting. But she did not give in...she could still win this!
"Perhaps so...if you were at your full potential," she teased. "Not that you needed it, you were quite spectacular last night before you called it a early night. If you do not believe me, feel my panties...you can tell that they have been...used."
Smirking, she nuzzled that amazing red hair. She would win this no matter the cost! She couldn't help but admit to herself that her slutty side's interest was piqued by all the hype surrounding her sister's sexual side. Trying to recall just what had happened to her clothes, she remembered taking off the mask she had transfigured her clothes into last night. She had wanted to be able to see better as she watched Emma fingering herself, and had left it...at the foot of Emma's bed!
"What is wrong, big sister? You promised me that nothing would change between us in the morning," she asked Daphne with an adopted look of pain, willing tears to form in her eyes.
As for her abandoned clothes...she doubted Emma would ever figure out it was anything but a mask...