Caitlyn catches you day dreaming

Caitlyn notices the look on your face and smirks. "What's wrong, little brother? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Nothing," you mutter, quickly averting your gaze.

"Can we eat breakfast already?" Caitlyn says, her tone light and playful.

Your mother smiles at Caitlyn. "Of course, sweetie. Why don't you go set the table while I finish making the pancakes?"

Caitlyn nods and saunters out of the kitchen, the lacy fabric of her robe swishing around her legs.

Your mother turns to you. "Are you going to join us for breakfast, or are you going to keep brooding over there?"

"Yes, I am starting" you say instantly.

"Great!" your mother says, smiling at you. She turns back to the stove, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. The sweet smell of syrup and butter fills the air, making your stomach rumble.

You follow Caitlyn into the dining room, your eyes drawn to her swaying hips as she walks ahead of you. She glances back at you, a knowing smirk on her face, and you quickly look away, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Caitlyn sets the table, the lacy robe riding up to reveal the curve of her ass as she bends over to place the plates. You try not to stare, but it's hard to tear your eyes away from her shapely form.

You start wondering if she is teasing you on purpose or maybe she thinks she is not doing anything wrong. As you sit down at the table, Caitlyn winks at you and adjusts her robe, pulling it tighter around her body.