Pizza time

There is a knock on the door, your mother jumps up from the couch, her silky robe fluttering open. She quickly closes it, but not before you catch a glimpse of her lacy black bra peaking out from the neckline.

She hurries to the door, the high heels of her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. You hear her murmur something about a tip as she opens the door, and then there’s a deep chuckle – a man’s voice.

Your heart starts racing. It can’t be him, not yet, he’s still supposed to be away on business. But what if he’s come back early? Your mother opens the door, and you breathe a sigh of relief as you see that it's not your father on the other side. Instead, it's a young man in his early 20s, wearing a delivery uniform with the logo of a local pizza place.

Your mother smiles apologetically at the young man as she takes the box from him, thanking him for the delivery. She gives him a generous tip, and he tips his hat to her before turning to leave. Caitlyn jumps up from the couch. You watch as she moves, your eyes drawn to the way the jeans and tight top hug her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips. You feel a twinge of jealousy in your chest as you take in her appearance. She looks so confident and beautiful, so sure of herself. How could she ever suspect that you have such dark, twisted desires?

As you make your way to the kitchen, you can hear your mother and Caitlyn chatting in low voices. As you enter the kitchen, Caitlyn is leaning against the counter, a slice of pizza in hand. She takes a bite, a string of cheese dangling from her lips as she chews. You stand behind her, waiting for the slice to cool, your hand resting lightly on her hip.

You can see the outline of her bra through the cloth, the soft swell of her breasts. Your fingers trace the curve of her waist, the fabric of her dress smooth beneath your touch. Caitlyn turns her head slightly, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes. You smirk at Caitlyn's reaction, enjoying the way her body tenses beneath your touch. She glances back at you, her blue eyes wide and innocent, but there's a glimmer of something else in their depths - a hint of the naughty girl hiding beneath the surface.

She turns back to the pizza, taking another bite, and you take that as a sign that she's ready for you to join her. You grab a slice for yourself, leaning against the counter beside her. "Let me have a slice" you hiss playfully, your eyes flicking down to the curve of her ass.

You take a bite of your slice, the cheese melting on your tongue as you savor the flavor. Caitlyn glances at you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. You think about how it would feel to put on her matching thong and bra, the lacy fabric against your skin. You imagine how it would look, the way the thong would cling to your curves.

You shake your head slightly, trying to dispel the thought. Caitlyn notices your distraction and raises an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. "What are you thinking about?" she asks, her voice low and teasing.

You chuckle softly at Caitlyn's question, shaking your head as you take another bite of your pizza. "I was just thinking about how quiet this house has been over the last few years. It's nice to have some action in here again." Caitlyn's eyes sparkle with mischief as she sets down her slice of pizza, the cheese and pepperoni leaving a faint grease spot on the paper plate. She steps closer to you, brushing against your legs.*

You feel the heat of her body as she presses against you, her hands resting on your chest. You return the hug, your arms wrapping around Caitlyn's slender frame. You can feel the warmth of her body, the soft curves of her breasts pressing against your chest. As you hold her, you take in her scent - a mix of perfume and the faint aroma of pizza. After a moment, you pull back from the hug, your hands lingering on Caitlyn's shoulders. You look at your stepmother, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. She looks good, better than she has in years. The floral print satin robe clings to her curves, the neckline dipping low to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

You finish your slice of pizza and set the paper plate on the counter. Caitlyn follows suit, dabbing at her lips with a napkin before tossing it into the nearby trash can. She turns to you with a mischievous glint in her eye.