Night fell over Syux like a heavy blanket. In Isabella's room, Melisa stood before the mirror, making final adjustments to her disguise.
[Good thing Mom's clothes are a bit loose in certain areas,] she thought, tugging at the neckline. [Though at the rate these are growing, that might not be true much longer.]
"You know," Isabella mused from her perch on the bed, "it's kind of hot how much you look like your mom."
"Isabella!"
"What? I'm just saying." Isabella's eyes roamed appreciatively over Melisa's figure. "Though she fills out that dress a bit differently..."
"Can you stop being horny for five minutes?" Melisa ran a comb through her hair. "I'm trying to focus here."
"Nope!" Isabella bounced off the bed, coming up behind Melisa. "Besides, you're one to talk. I saw how you were staring at Mom's cock earlier."
[... Okay, she's got me there.]
