Waking up the next morning

You wake up in the morning, hearing a knock on your door.

You open your eyes and get stunned for a second, you are still in mom's red lingerie.

You get up, feeling the cool silk of the thong against your skin. The red satin robe falls open, revealing the red lace of the bra against your breasts, the fabric soft against your skin. You can feel the cool fabric of the stockings against your legs, the pressure of the seams sending tingles up your thighs.

"I'm making breakfast," came the muffled reply from the other side of the door. "Get your cute butt down here or you're gonna miss out on the best pancakes of your life!"

Your sister's playful tone brought a smile to your face, even as you felt a rush of panic. You were still wearing Karma's lacy red lingerie, the cool silk a stark reminder of your secret. With trembling fingers, you pulled the satin robe tighter around yourself, trying to conceal as much of the delicate lace as possible.

You can't tell Caitlyn what happened between you and Karma last night. The memory of Karma's lips on your skin, her hands caressing your curves, is still fresh in your mind. It feels like a secret, a hidden treasure that you have to keep locked away.

You quickly change out of Karma's lingerie, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to calm your racing thoughts. You pull on your normal clothes, tugging the fabric over your skin, trying to regain a sense of normalcy. With trembling hands, you shove the lacy red garments under your bed, shoving a stack of books and papers on top to hide them from view.