Mum was gone. The entire place belonged to us now — no one to interrupt, no one to hide from.
I was in my room, trying (and failing) to focus on a movie, when I heard soft footsteps in the hallway.
Amelia appeared in my doorway like a vision straight out of a wet dream.
She wore nothing but a very sheer, transparent white gown that clung to her body like liquid silk. The fabric was so thin it was almost see-through — her full, heavy breasts were clearly visible, dark n*****s hard and begging for attention. The gown barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement revealed the smooth skin of her hips and the shadow between her legs.
She leaned against the doorframe, one hand trailing lazily down her side.
“Like what you see, baby?” she purred, her voice low and seductive.
I sat up slowly
