You wake up Caitlyn

Just as you're starting to feel yourself get lost in the haze of arousal, you hear the sound of the movie credits rolling. You turn your head to see Caitlyn stirring on the couch, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Wake up sleepy head" you call out, your voice a little shaky from the events of the past few minutes. You watch as Caitlyn slowly opens her eyes, stretching languidly on the couch. She looks confused for a moment, her gaze unfocused, before it finally settles on you.

"What's going on?" she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.

"You slept through the entire film" you smile.

Caitlyn blinks slowly, her brow furrowing as she tries to process your words. She stretches again, this time more fully, and sits up on the couch. Her eyes narrow as she looks between you and your mother, her gaze sharp and calculating.

"I did not," she says flatly. Caitlyn stretches and walks to the kitchen to drink some water. As she leaves the living room, she doesn't suspect anything. Your mother walks over to you, a knowing smile on her face. She sits down next to you on the couch, her hand resting lightly on your thigh.

Your mother leans in closer, her lips almost brushing against your ear. "I've been waiting for the right moment to tell you this, but... I'm so proud of you.

You've been keeping such a big secret, and you've done an amazing job."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You turn your head to look at her, your eyes meeting hers. The intensity of her gaze makes your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Mom," you say softly, your voice filled with emotion. "That means a lot to me."

Your mother reaches out and takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her skin is soft and warm against yours, and you can feel the slight tremble in her fingers. She's just as affected by this moment as you are.

You quickly pull your hand away from your mother's grasp just as Caitlyn emerges from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand. You lean back into the couch, trying to adopt a casual demeanor, as if nothing out of the ordinary has transpired.

Caitlyn takes a long sip of water, her eyes never leaving you and your mother. She's clearly trying to read the room, to figure out what's going on. After a moment, she sets her glass down on the counter and walks over to the two of you.

Her eyes narrow as she looks between the two of you, clearly trying to piece together what's going on. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.

She turns and walks back to the couch, plopping down heavily. The three of you sit and watch TV for a bit.