Chilling in the living room

You trudge into the living room. You plop down on the sofa, the soft cushions sinking under your weight. The TV flickers to life, the morning news blaring from the speakers. You try to focus on the screen, but your mind keeps wandering back to Caitlyn and her revealing robe.

The sound of running water snaps you out of your thoughts. Caitlyn is entering the living room, and sits down on the other side of the couch.

Caitlyn settles onto the sofa beside you, the lacy robe shifting as she gets comfortable. You notice the way the light catches on the delicate fabric, highlighting the curves of her body. She stretches her arms above her head, the movement causing the robe to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh.

Caitlyn turns to you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, little brother," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "What are your plans for the rest of the holiday?"

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I dunno," you stammer, trying to keep your eyes on her face and not the way the robe clings to her curves.

You smile and respond, "I will probably just play League of Legends." Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with mischief. "No other plans? Not even with Mom?"

Your mother, who has just finished drying the last dish, walks into the living room. "What's that, sweetie?" she asks, her eyes fixed on you with a knowing smile.

Caitlyn chuckles, the sound low and sultry. "Mom, he is planning on playing video games the entire holiday" Cait hisses.

Your mother settles onto the sofa between you and Caitlyn, her presence a comforting buffer. She reaches out and pats Caitlyn's knee, the fabric of the lacy robe soft against her hand. "He's not playing video games all day, sweetie."

Caitlyn rolls her eyes, the movement causing the robe to slip slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The fact that Caitlyn is completely naked and is only protected by your mom's sexy robe is giving you chills.

You notice a slight movement next to you, and your mother's hand reaches out to adjust the fabric of Caitlyn's robe. The delicate lace rubs against your mother's fingers as she tugs it into place, the action drawing your attention to the way the garment clings to Caitlyn's curves.

The lacy material of the robe is soft against your mother's skin as she smooths it down, the delicate texture a stark contrast to the firmness of her touch.