Monday Morning

A little while, you return from your walk in good spirits. You find Melody lying on her belly in the middle of the living-room, holding her phone before her and mumbling something to herself. Notes and textbooks are scattered all around her, but your eyes are drawn to the curves of her rear, which look positively appetizing are are clearly visible due to the tightness of her shorts.

"Gahhh," she groans in frustration, rolling over onto her back. You see she's wearing only a sports-bra to deal with the summer heat, and while on most girls it might cover a lot, on her it exposes an impressive amount of creamy cleavage. "This exam is driving me crazy," she says, just before Mochi comes over and begins to lick at her face.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, you've been studying a lot," you offer, trying to offer some support to your future in-law.

"I have to learn all these concepts for my biochemistry class," she says, reaching out to show you her phone, which you note is sleeved with a comically-large phone case featuring an adorable cow.

You take it, and see she's using some kind of flashcard app. You flip through a few, seeing a lot of long words for what you think are proteins, along with diagrams of different biochemical structures.

"Want me to help quiz you? Sometimes it's easier to focus with a partner," you offer, and from the corner of your eye you see Lily smile at you.

"I guess it can't hurt," Melody admits, clutching Mochi to her ample chest, and tragically hiding her cleavage from view. "Go ahead and read me the next one."

For the next half-hour, you quiz Melody from the flashcards. Lily keeps you company for a while, then leaves you with a kiss on the cheek that prompts an eye-roll from Melody before skipping upstairs.

Once your fiancee is gone, you can't help but peek more glances at her much curvier sister, and at the pale flesh on display. Trying to restrain yourself, you tear your gaze away from her and lock it onto the phone screen. But that only makes you realize that holding her phone means you could snoop around a bit. Shamelessly, you begin to poke around her phone, swiping back to the flashcards app each time you need to ask her another question. It's slow going, having to switch back and forth to avoid arousing suspicion.

You finally find a folder entitled "dress-up selfies". You're about to open it when a notification covers the folder advertising a message from "Daddy". You're about to dismiss it when you see the preview of the message reads "You look so sexy, Princess."

The unexpected message startles you you for long enough that Melody notices your pause, and turns to face you.

"I think I deserve a break now, thanks for the help, John" she says, before turning away to watch Mochi scamper around.

You realize you only have moments left with her phone before you need to hand it back.