Caught staring…

As Ryan explores the house, he finds himself in the living room. The space is cozy and inviting, with a plush couch and a large TV mounted on the wall. Family photos line the mantle above the fireplace, showing Ethan and Vanessa smiling happily alongside a younger Luna.

Just then, a noise from the kitchen catches his attention. He turns to see Vanessa bustling about, her hips swaying as she moves between the stove and the counter. She's humming a tune, completely lost in her own world as she cooks.

Ryan watches her for a moment, taking in the way her blonde hair falls in soft waves down her back, the way her dress hugs her curves. There's something about her, a certain allure that's hard to ignore. The woman is curvy in all the right places, he can’t help but focus on her ass as she moved through the kitchen.

Suddenly, Vanessa turns, catching Ryan in the act of staring. Her eyes widen for a split second before a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. “Like what you see?” she asks, her voice low and teasing.

Ryan feels his face flush, embarrassed to have been caught ogling his new stepmother. He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Uh, yeah, the house is nice. Really nice.” He gestures vaguely around the room, hoping she'll buy his flimsy excuse.

Vanessa laughs, a rich, melodious sound that seems to fill the entire kitchen. “Oh, I'm sure it is,” she says, her tone dripping with amusement. “But I think we both know that's not what you were looking at, is it?”

She steps closer, her hips swaying with each movement. Ryan's heart races, his mouth suddenly dry. “Careful, Ryan,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “Wouldn't want to give Ethan the wrong idea, now would we?”

She smirked as she turned around again. My cheeks were bright red, not the start to the day I was expecting at my new home.