You take advantage

You feel a surge of excitement as your mother leaves the kitchen, leaving you alone with Caitlyn. The dampness in Caitlyn's robe shorts is noticeable. Your heart races as you stand up, your legs shaky with anticipation. You walk around the table, your eyes fixed on Caitlyn. The red satin of her robe seems to glow under the kitchen lights, the material clinging to her curves in a way that makes your mouth water.

"Hey, Cait," you say, your voice husky.

Caitlyn jumps slightly, her eyes widen as she looks up at you, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "H-hey," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifts in her seat, the dampness in her robe shorts becoming more noticeable as she moves.

You lean in closer, your body mere inches from hers. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, a mix of sweet and musky fragrances that make your head spin. "Cait," you say, your voice low and husky.

You point your finger at the damp spot on Caitlyn's satin robe shorts, your eyes narrowing as you take in the evidence of her arousal. "What's this, Cait?" you ask, your voice low and husky.

Caitlyn's face flushes an even deeper shade of red, her eyes darting away from yours. She squirms in her seat, the dampness in her shorts becoming more noticeable as she shifts. "I-I can explain," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

You shush Caitlyn gently, your fingers pressed against her lips. "Shh, don't say a word," you whisper, your voice low and husky. Your other hand reaches out, your fingers cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her cami the silky material feels smooth and cool under your touch, your hand molding itself to the shape of her soft, supple flesh.

Caitlyn's breath hitches in her throat, her nipple hardening under your touch. She squirms in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as she tries to hide her growing arousal.

"Whaaat? What are you doing?" Caitlyn gasps, her voice filled with shock and confusion as you shush her and reach for her breast. She tries to pull away, but you keep your grip on her, your fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh.

You ignore her question, your hand moving down her body, trailing over her stomach and coming to rest on her thigh. The satin of her robe feels cool and smooth under your touch, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. Slowly, deliberately, you slide your hand up her thigh, your fingers edging towards the damp spot on her shorts.

Caitlyn moans softly, her voice filled with a mix of protest and arousal as your fingers edge closer to the damp spot on her shorts. "S..stoppp...please," she gasps, her hands reaching out to push against your chest.

The wetness of her shorts is noticeable, the satin clinging to her skin in a way that leaves no doubt about her state of arousal. You can feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her perfume mixed with the musky smell of her desire filling your nostrils.

Despite her protests, Caitlyn doesn't push you away, her body trembling under your touch.

"I can see the way you look at mom," you whisper to Caitlyn's ear, your breath hot against her skin. Your fingers continue their exploration, tracing the outline of her nipple through the thin fabric of her cami. The dampness of her shorts is now impossible to ignore.

Caitlyn shivers at your words, her eyes closing as she tries to hide the defeat that settles over her. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She doesn't resist as you slide your hand up her thigh, your fingers edging towards the damp spot on her shorts.

"Really? Then what about this?" you press on as you point your finger to her damp satin shorts.

Caitlyn's eyes widen in shock, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She squirms in her seat, her hands reaching out to cover her chest.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against her ear. "Don't you?" you whisper, your voice low and husky. Your free hand slides down her body, your fingers tracing the outline of her damp shorts.