[Maybe it's high time Relm goes through Camilla's stuff... except what in the world could she expect to find except clothing way too big for herself? Maybe a diary buried somewhere way in the back of a dresser drawer?

Whatever, she'll keep her head in the now. And her eyes. This was so wrong, she shouldn't be staring right into her sister's rack like this, but hormones are dangerous things, and all the blood that should be helping her brain think is down in her cock.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure! I told you I'm okay with it, didn't I? [Nevertheless, she still gets flustered when Camilla brings up her interrupted masturbation session. As soon as she's alone again, she'll finish herself off, that's what she thinks.

She actually feels her jaw drop when Camilla's top comes off. Looking at nudes in drawing books is one thing, actually seeing them lightly bouncing before her eyes is something else entirely. Relm's eyes are so wide, staring so hard, she's sure she'll never forget anything she's seeing, right down to the individual bumps on her areola.]

Uh huh, just like that. [Her words are a little dopey-sounding, she's so distracted. Swallowing loudly, she turns herself about to get into a better position, momentarily forgetting she's completely naked and her dick is sticking out from between her thighs. She grabs her sketchbook and a pencil, fumbling around a little due to her inability to tear her eyes away from Camilla holding up her jugs, and gets right into sketching those curves.] Wow, you, um... I'm sure this will be a great drawing.