You go to the bathroom

The house is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old house settling. You move silently towards the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest. With each step, the anticipation builds, your mind racing with possibilities.

You reach the bathroom door, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for the knob.

You rush into the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest as you fumble with the doorknob. The door swings open, revealing the steam-filled room. The scent of your stepmother's body wash fills your nostrils, a mix of vanilla and something floral.

Your eyes dart around the room, taking in the sight of Cait's lacy black thong and bra sitting in the laundry basket. The bra is delicate, the black lace contrasting against the pale pink of the basket.

Your heart starts beating faster as you take in the sight of Cait's lacy black thong and bra sitting in the laundry basket. You can't believe your luck - the underwear she was wearing earlier is now sitting out for you to see, to touch, to smell. You reach out, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the thong as you lift it out.

The thong feels silky smooth against your skin as you bring it up to your face, inhaling the scent of Cait's body. It's a mix of her perfume and her natural scent, a heady combination that makes your head spin.