The change of tone in her voice was sudden but expected, so Scanty drew her own enjoyment from it, as if the touch from Kneesocks was enough already. Not wanting to speak any longer, all she could bring out was a nod of her head with the happy expression returning for good.Knowing all the disgust their own relationship brought it was nice to actually be together in peace for once. Not as if either of them could really care less in the first place, since they were supposed to sin, the ruckus was annoying. It was a very, very rare occurrence to meet someone who didn’t care about it at all. Either way, accepted or not, Scanty couldn’t be any more content with the state of how things were going for them. It was all perfect.
Kneesocks got up, reluctantly, holding a hand out to Scanty. “My love, you’re not going to keep me waiting, are you?”, she asked, biting her lip, well aware of the possibility that Scanty would just tease her more as a result.
It was beyond her why people thought it was disgusting, her and her sister. She couldn’t understand why homosexuality was bad, and surely - surely them being sisters made no difference - it wasn’t as if they were going to have children any way. Still, Scanty was beyond perfect, so… it was always going to be amazing….