The tears that wetted Diana’s eyes spoke volumes. “I know,” she sniffed and blinked them away. “It just sucks… it always has to be spelled out for you to get it, you know? It’s like… like you can’t empathize or something.” The dressing-down she’d just gotten paled in comparison to this remark, and Dorothea shook softly. “Yeah… I’ve had this problem with Starla, too,” she admitted. “My work, SI:7, it… it kills bits of you the longer you do it. It’s no excuse, but soon after I started, I kind of shut that part of myself off. When Starla started acting out, I just dug in harder, then ultimately turned to Daddy for help. I wasn’t willing to see things from her perspective, or yours… and I’m so sorry for that. I need to work on it. A lot.” It was Diana’s turn to be surprised as Dorothea mirrored her sister’s tears. A sharp, choking laugh left Diana, causing both sisters to fall into a fit of strained giggles that only grew stronger by the moment. Until Diana was swept right off her feet, that is. The mage was suddenly flung into the pond in kind, splashing down with her lower half in the water, while her upper half hit the soft grass instead. “Dory! Wha-?!” she cried out, until she felt her sister wrestle her legs wide apart. The shock was palpable enough for Diana to stop her flailing and focus on Dorothea, who was promptly hiking up her younger sister’s wet dress, exposing a perfectly clean-shaven, well-tanned womanhood just below the water. The nimble rogue’s hands slid up underneath and squeezed down hard on Diana’s rump, and without hesitation her lips kissed her sister’s silky soft quim. Once, twice, then her tongue flicked out to tease up and down her outer lips, skillfully pulling them to either side and releasing them in slow, rhythmic fashion. Diana’s tanned cheeks grew red in an instant. Both of her hands dug into the soft grass behind her, but her eyes remained fixed on her older sister. “I… Dory…?” She murmured and forcefully tried to bite back a moan. Dorothea met her sister’s gaze and drew back her lips for half a moment to speak. “Maybe I know you better than you think, hmm?” ”What’s that supposed to mea-!” Her words died as her sister’s fingers slid from the bottom of her slit and up to her clit, then back down again with the tip of her index finger slowly, teasingly pushing between her smooth folds. ”You’ve always been like this,” Dorothea said and lifted herself up, her fingers remaining embedded between her sister’s legs and slowly pushing further into her, while her thumb began to rub back and forth over her clit in short, swift strokes. “You [i]always[/i] had a guy or girl on your arm when we were young, even after Daddy started in with you. And that’s not an accusation, Di. It’s your love language. I see that now.” Diana’s heartbeat grew rapid. This was far from their first encounter together, but since they all reunited, she realized they had only been together when either Starla or Carson were also involved. Neither had ever directly approached the other, but something about her sister’s piercing, aqua-eyed gaze made it feel as if the Urge was upon her all over again. Dorothea’s movements were minimal, but Diana’s quim was already clamping down on her fingers for dear life. All at once her back arched, her upper body went rigid, and her lips mashed into her sister’s in a fiery, climax-laden kiss. Dorothea happily reciprocated, and both sisters embraced, then tumbled into the shallow end of the pond exchanging passionate kisses. Their human hands frantically clawed at each other’s dresses until both rolled naked in the water, laughing and moaning as one gently tried to pin the other. A loud splash ended with a naked Diana straddling a pinned Dorothea, her hands planted on her older sister’s upper arms. A devilish grin appeared on the mage’s face. “A valiant effort, Sis.” Dorothea’s face was fiercely flushed, and from her new angle almost all she could see were Diana’s heavy, hanging breasts above her. The water barely made it up to her ears. “Maybe I let you win?” Diana grinned wider. “That’s ‘cause you’re a [i]sucker…[/i] for these.” The mage dropped her upper body and smashed her breasts right into Dorothea’s face. An exaggerated laugh left Diana’s lips while Dorothea flailed… until her flailing ceased. Once again the mage went back on her heels as her sister latched onto her right nipple and began to suckle fiercely. “I-I was joking…!” She gasped, wiggling her hips down her sister’s legs and slipping one of her own legs between Dorothea’s thighs. “Maybe,” Dorothea mumbled into her younger sister’s titflesh. “I’ve… always been… a [i]little[/i] envious….” The mage’s hands moved around her heavy breast and squeezed, quietly lamenting that she couldn’t lactate like her older sister. “You kiddin’ me? My back would be shot if I tried to be a rogue with these,” she teased. “I’d trade these any day for [i]this[/i].” For emphasis, Diana reached down around Dorothea’s exceptionally wide hips, then gave her sister a hard, double-handed spank beneath the water. Dorothea released her sister’s nipple and let out a deep-seated moan. “W-warn me!” She cried as her hips spasmed, only to find Diana’s legs intertwining with hers. ”Nahhhhh,” Diana returned as she leaned backwards, fitting herself between Dorothea’s thick thighs. The mage clung to her sister’s right leg, pulling herself closer until both of their quims kissed and meshed tightly together, as if they were made for each other. “It’s… no fun if you’re expecting it!” Another moan fled from Dorothea’s lips. She looked down their intertwined bodies, and she couldn’t help but think how truly beautiful her little sister was. “No wonder you had so many lovers,” she said quietly, then arched her hips to buck up against Diana’s thoroughly-soaked folds.