Mom wakes up

Just as you're about to speak again, you hear the soft steps on the stairs, your mother steps into the kitchen. You and Caitlyn both freeze, your mother's presence suddenly making the room feel smaller, more intimate.

Karma stops short when she sees the two of you, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in your faces.

Your mother stands in the doorway, her eyes flickering between you and Caitlyn. The robe she's wearing is silky and black, with a plunging neckline that shows off her ample cleavage. Her hair is tousled from sleep, falling in soft waves around her face and shoulders. She looks like she just rolled out of bed, but still manages to look elegant and alluring.

Caitlyn jumps up from her seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Mom!" she exclaims, her voice filled with surprise and delight. She rushes forward, wrapping her arms around Karma in a tight embrace.

Karma laughs, the sound warm and welcoming.

You watch as your mother and sister embrace, admiring the way the satin of their robes glides against each other's skin.

Your mother finally releases Caitlyn from her hug, reaching out to pull her chair out for her. "It's so good to have you home, sweetie," she says, her voice warm and affectionate. "I've missed you terribly."

Caitlyn settles into her chair, smoothing her wine-red satin robe over her legs. Her cheeks are flushed, her blue eyes bright with excitement to be home.

Your mother moves to the counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee. The black silk of her robe clings to her curves as she moves, the plunging neckline giving you a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage. She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes flickering between you and Caitlyn.

"So, what's for breakfast?" asks mom.

Caitlyn smiles at your mother's question, standing up from her chair. "I made pancakes," she says, her voice bright and cheerful. "They're on the stove, just waiting to be eaten."

Your mother's eyebrows raise in surprise, a small smile playing on her lips. "You made pancakes? How sweet of you," she says, moving towards the stove. The black silk of her robe sways with each step, the plunging neckline giving you tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage as she bends to inspect the griddle.

Caitlyn follows behind her, reaching past your mother to flip a pancake.

Caitlyn smiles brightly as she reaches past Karma to flip another pancake. The red satin of her robe brushes against the black silk of Karma's as she stretches, the contrast of the colors stark and alluring.

"Excuse me," Caitlyn says, her voice light and cheerful as she places her hands on your mother's hips. She gently pushes her out of the way, moving her towards the stove where the pancakes. The red satin of Caitlyn's robe glides against the black silk of your mother's as she guides her.

Caitlyn steps into the space your mother left behind, opening the refrigerator. The cold air spills out. Caitlyn bends forward, reaching into the fridge to pull out some juice.