Eating breakfast.

You try to focus on your mother, but your eyes keep drifting back to Caitlyn. The robe clings to her curves, highlighting the similarities between her body and your mother's.

Your mother notices your wandering gaze and frowns slightly. "What are you looking at, dear?"

"Nothing, mom," you mutter, quickly looking down at your plate.

You turn your attention to the TV, pretending to watch the morning news. You scan the room, taking in every detail. Your mother is at the stove, her back turned to you as she flips another pancake. Caitlyn is sitting across from you, her eyes fixed on the screen, but you can feel her gaze lingering on you.

Your mother enters the dining room, a large plate of steaming pancakes in her hands. She sets it down on the table, the sweet aroma of butter and syrup filling the air.

"Here we are, my darlings," your mother says, smiling at you and Caitlyn. "I made your favorite - blueberry pancakes with a side of crispy bacon."

Caitlyn reaches for a stack of pancakes, the lacy robe shifting to reveal more of her cleavage. "Thanks, Mom," she says, a playful smirk on her face.

Your mother turns to you, her brow furrowed slightly.

Your mother smiles at you, her eyes twinkling with affection. "I made you some banana pancakes," she says, holding up the plate. The sweet smell of ripe bananas and butter wafts through the air, making your mouth water.

You glance at Caitlyn, wondering if she's going to make a snide comment about your mother's culinary skills. But Caitlyn just smirks and reaches for her own stack of pancakes. "Thanks, Mom," she says.

Your mother sets the plate down in front of you, the golden-brown pancakes stacked high and drizzled with a generous amount of syrup. "Eat up, dear," she says, her voice warm and encouraging.

After 15 minutes, the plate in front of you is empty, the stack of pancakes devoured without much effort. You lean back in your chair, feeling the warm, slightly greasy stomach. Caitlyn and your mother are still eating, their movements synchronized, almost as if they were in a competition.

Caitlyn looks up at you, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you done already, little brother?" she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You nod, feeling a little self-conscious about your rapid consumption. "Yeah, I guess I was pretty hungry," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant.