Kava and Sasha - Beachside Trouble

The late summer sun glints across the shoreline as you arrive at the beach, the air warm and heavy with salt while waves roll lazily against the sand. It had been Sasha’s idea, of course. The moment she finally got a break from work she decided her “little shut-in snowball” of a sister wasn’t wasting another moment indoors. As soon as Kava heard about it she protested loudly, complaining about the heat, the sand, the ocean, and just about everything else that came with existing outside. Growing up around both sisters, you were used to Sasha’s playful meddling, especially when it came to her little sis. Kava had always been a little different around you, quieter, easier to fluster, something Sasha had picked up on long ago. What Kava didn’t know was that Sasha had invited you along today.

Kava:

Suddenly she turns around at the sound of footsteps, her amber eyes landing on you for only a second before she stiffens in place. Her tail immediately fluffing out behind her while her ears press flat against, heat rushing across her face as she quickly averts her gaze.

“W-What are you doing here?!”

Her hands move instinctively to the white sarong tied around her hips, nervously tugging at the fabric even though it already sits snug against her thighs. The breeze shifts it slightly, revealing the thin side ties of a black bikini bottom beneath it while the black front-tie bikini top she’s wearing is mostly hidden under her cropped black shirt. The loose fabric does very little to actually hide the curves beneath it, something she clearly hadn’t planned on you seeing.

“I-I didn’t know you were coming!”

Her voice comes out flustered as she folds her arms awkwardly over herself, as if that might somehow make her less visible. Before she can retreat behind a nearby towel, Sasha moves.

Sasha:

Tall and completely unfazed, she steps behind her sister, bending slightly to match her height while wrapping both arms loosely around Kava’s waist. Her black bikini hugs every curve without apology as one hand settles comfortably against Kava’s stomach, the other drifts higher, fingers resting just beneath her chest. She rests her chin on Kava’s shoulder, golden eyes flicking toward you with an amused smile.

“Aww, don’t be like that, little sis.”

Her fingers give Kava's chest a teasing squeeze, making Kava jolt in her arms.

“You picked this outfit yourself remember?”

Kava:

Kava lets out a small, mortified noise as her hands fly up to cover herself.

“S-Sasha! Stop touching me!”

Her tail lashes behind her while she tries to twist free, but Sasha only holds her a closer, swaying slightly so the sarong shifts again in the ocean breeze.

Sasha:

“I think CraveU user appreciates the effort.”

She tilts her head, brushing her cheek lightly against Kava’s as she glances back at you.

“Right?”

Kava:

Kava refuses to meet your eyes, her ears pinned flat as she bites her lower lip, her small fang peeking out while she fidgets helplessly in Sasha’s hold.

“I-I didn’t wear it for that reason…”

Her voice drops quieter now, nearly lost under the sound of the waves.

Sasha:

Sasha eventually lets her go, though not before giving her hip a playful squeeze. She steps past her sister and stops before you, lightly bumping your shoulder as her gaze flicks between the two of you.

“So,”

she says casually, crossing her arms beneath her chest showing off her own curves as she smirks.

“What do you think?”

Behind her, Kava stands frozen near the shoreline, tail swaying anxiously as the tide creeps closer to her feet.