Aunt Regina arrives

Regina showed up seventeen minutes later.

She didn’t bother with the doorbell. She came in through the garage like she always did, keys already spinning around one finger, and found Mark and Katie in the kitchen. Jack and Lily were still at the table finishing the last of their toast.

“Morning, delinquents,” Regina said, ruffling Lily’s already messy hair as she passed. “You two look especially tragic today.”

Lily swatted at her hand. “Rude.”

Jack just lifted his coffee in a lazy salute. “Aunt Regina.”

Regina grabbed a mug without asking and poured herself the rest of the pot. She looked more awake than either of the kids, hair pulled back, oversized hoodie over leggings, the usual half-ready-for-anything energy she carried even on quiet mornings.

Katie leaned against the counter. “Glad you could come over. I’ve got two client calls this morning and Mark’s already late. Any chance you could run these two to school?”

Regina raised an eyebrow over her mug. “What am I, free labor?”

“You’re family labor,” Mark said. “There’s a difference.”

“Barely.” Regina took a drink, then shrugged. “Yeah, alright. I was heading that direction anyway. But one of you owes me lunch.”

“Deal,” Katie said.

Jack stood and stretched. “I can drive myself, you know.”

“You can,” Regina answered, “but your mother asked me, and I already said yes. Go get your bag.”

Lily smirked at her brother and got up too. “Come on, tragic. Auntie’s taking us.”

The two of them headed upstairs to grab their things.

The second they were out of sight, Regina’s expression sharpened.

“So,” she said quietly. “Where is she?”

Mark nodded toward the garage. “Back closet. Still frozen. We figured you’d rather move her yourself.”

Regina’s mouth curved. “You figured right. Any preference on where she ends up? Because if I’m driving her all the way across—”

Everything stopped.

Lily came back down the stairs barefoot, already smiling to herself. She hadn’t heard a word of the conversation. She had just felt like stopping time again. The house was quiet, everyone was in one place, and she still had a few minutes before they needed to leave for school. Perfect opportunity.

She walked into the kitchen and looked around at the three frozen adults.

“This is what you get for touching my hair,” she said under her breath.

She started with her aunt.

Regina had always been fit, but pregnancy had changed her in ways Lily quietly appreciated. Her tits were noticeably bigger now, full, heavy, and straining a little against the sports bra under her hoodie. Lily tugged the hoodie and bra up together and let them rest above her chest. The breasts that spilled out were pale and swollen, with faintly darker nipples. When Lily gave one a firm squeeze, a small bead of milk appeared. She raised her eyebrows, then squeezed again just to watch another drop form.

“Huh.”

She dragged Regina’s leggings and panties down to her knees next. Her aunt’s waist was still tight, but her hips and ass had more weight to them now, soft, grabable handles that Lily openly groped while she turned her around and bent her forward over the counter. She spent a minute just adjusting her, spreading her stance, pushing her back into a deeper arch, making the whole pose look intentional and filthy.

When she was satisfied with Regina, Lily gave her parents the lighter treatment. She pulled Katie’s shirt up over her tits and shoved her shorts down far enough to expose her ass. Mark got his pants shoved to mid-thigh. Nothing elaborate. Just enough to make the kitchen look ridiculous.

Lily stepped back and took in the whole scene: her aunt fully on display and leaking a little, her parents half-undressed, all of them frozen in the middle of a perfectly ordinary morning.

She almost wished she could leave them like that.

Instead she fixed everyone’s clothes carefully, making sure every layer sat exactly where it had before. When she was done, the kitchen looked normal again. Lily grabbed her bag, put on a neutral expression, and walked back toward the stairs so her footsteps would sound natural.

“Start.”

Sound returned mid-sentence.

“—across town, I’m charging extra,” Regina finished, completely unaware she had been frozen and groped. She took a drink from her mug like nothing had happened. “My place is fine for now. I’ve got space in the spare room.”

Mark nodded. “Works for us.”

Katie glanced toward the stairs. Footsteps were already coming back down. She lowered her voice.

“Mark. Stop time. Unfreeze me and Regina.”

Mark looked at Katie. “You sure?”

“We need to load her before the kids get down here. Go.”

Mark stopped time and the air went still again “Katie Regina, unfreeze.”

Once the women were unfrozen, the three of them moved quickly. Mark opened the garage, Regina pulled her car in, and together they got the still-naked Tasha out of the closet and laid across the back seat under a blanket. Regina adjusted the blanket, shut the door, and wiped her hands on her leggings.

“Clean,” she said. “I’ll message you once she’s settled.”

They stepped back into the kitchen. Mark restarted time for everyone.

Jack and Lily came down the last few steps like nothing had interrupted them.

“Ready?” Regina asked, already back to her casual aunt voice.

“Yeah,” Lily said, bag over one shoulder.

Jack followed, still looking like he’d rather be in bed. “Try not to lecture us the whole way.”

“No promises.” Regina grabbed her keys. “Come on. Traffic’s going to get ugly if we wait much longer.”

Katie walked them to the garage door and watched the three of them climb into the car, Regina in front, the kids in the other seats, completely unaware of the frozen woman under the blanket behind them.

Regina gave Katie a small, private look through the windshield, then backed out.

Katie stood in the doorway until the car disappeared down the street. When she finally closed the door, Mark was already checking the time again.

“I really am late now,” he said.

“Go.” Katie waved him off. “I’ve got calls to make.”

Mark kissed the side of her head, grabbed his bag, and left through the front this time. The house settled into quiet again.

Katie poured what was left of the coffee, leaned against the counter, and allowed herself a small smile.

Some mornings still had a little of the old life in them.