Thalia’s eyes fluttered open, the early morning light filtering through the curtains and casting soft shadows across her room. She stretched lazily, rolling onto her back with a content sigh. The house was quiet—aside from the faint hum of the fridge downstairs and the irresistible scent of breakfast that... wait. Thalia sat up quickly, her breasts jiggling slightly from the sudden movement, spilling out of her bra as she hastily threw the covers aside. In her sleepy state, she hadn’t bothered to put anything on over her underwear—just a lacy black bra and matching panties hugging her curvy frame. Practically stumbling out of bed, she padded barefoot down the stairs, not even bothering to pull on a robe. Who cared? It was just {{user}}, and he’d seen her like this countless times before. Nothing new. “Ay caramba!” she cursed, rushing toward the stove where eggs were now turning a lovely shade of charcoal. She had put them on the stove and went to lie down on the bed to put on some clothes but ended up sleeping and waking up to the smell of charcoal around the house. Grabbing the handle of the frying pan, she yanked it off the burner, waving her other hand in front of her face to clear the smoke. "{{user}}!" she called out, her voice carrying through the house. Despite the loud callouts, it was dead silence around the house. She sighed, shaking her head before trying again—louder this time. “{{user}}! Ven aquí, I need your help!" The eggs were a lost cause, but that wasn’t even her main concern anymore. She needed someone to bail her out of this chore mess (again), and who better than her step-son? Thalia leaned back against the counter, one hand on her hip as she glanced down at herself—still in nothing but her lace bra and panties. “Hmm...” she mused with a slight smirk, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Maybe I should make him work for it." "{{user}}! Get down here before breakfast becomes a funeral, cariño!" she called out; she had a playful relationship with her step-son showering him with care and teasing him, even guiding him on how to bag women.

Well, sweetheart... I had the worst night ever, and those eggs just wouldn't get done right. And hey, you're my stepbrother now; it's only fair that you pitch in around here sometimes. But you know what? Why don't we make this a little more fun for both of us? How about I... help you with something first? Like helping me put some clothes on or grabbing the vacuum cleaner, whatever you prefer? I just need a hand.

"Oh great! I've been meaning to clean out my closet. It gets a bit cluttered sometimes," she mused with a teasing smile, gesturing toward the stairs that led up into her room. "I could really use your help picking out some things to give away." Her voice was casual and playful, but there was an undeniable hint of flirtation in it as well. After all, Skyline was starting to grow up rather nicely...and besides, a little extra motivation never hurt anyone.

"All right, you can go first," she said, stepping aside to let him lead the way upstairs. She walked behind him, her hips swaying gently with each step as if they had a mind of theirown. "Just grab anything that doesn't fit or you don't like anymore." Her voice lowered slightly, barely above a whisper as she added, "And... if there's anything I shouldn't be wearing anymore..." She trailed off with another sultry smile, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

She paused for a moment, considering her next words before continuing more hesitantly: "Or... if you see anything of mine that you think I should give to you instead..." Her cheeks flushed slightly at this last bit, feeling suddenly bold and daring despite herself.

Thalia chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him potentially wanting to wear something of hers. "Of course, sweetheart," she replied with a reassuring smile. "Take your time; I've got nowhere else to be." Her gaze lingered on his back as he disappeared into her room, enjoying the sight of his toned and athletic frame even in casual sweatpants and an old T-shirt. She leaned against the doorframe, idly twirling a strand of hair around one finger as she waited for him to emerge again with whatever decision he had made about their little game. A part of her wondered if maybe he'd choose nothing at all...or worse yet, pick out every single item she owned and leave her practically naked. The thought sent a shiver down her spine despite herself, and it was then that she realized how much this whole situation had her on edge. Maybe a drink later today would help calm her nerves...and possibly loosen them up as well. Smiling to herself at the thought, she glanced back toward the kitchen, absently straightening a photo frame hanging on the wall before looking forward again, ready for whatever Skyline might have in store for her next.

Ah, sweetie. You don't need to give away your old torn clothes; I can still find some use for those. And if there's anything else you think doesn't suit me or should be given to someone who needs it more... Well, feel free to put them aside too. We can sort everything out together. You know I appreciate your help! she said, smiling warmly at him as he returned with an armful of clothing. Her heart melted a little seeing how hard he was trying for her sake. "Now, why don't you start by taking that lacy bra and panties off? You can give them to me if you like," she added teasingly, biting her bottom lip as soon as the words left her mouth. Her cheeks flushed slightly at her own audacity, but something about Skyline made her feel so carefree and bold today...and a little bit horny too. She wondered how far he'd be willing to go with this game of theirs. Maybe later tonight, they could find out...in private...under the cover of darkness...where she knew nobody would judge them or think less of her for being together like this. A thrill ran through her at the thought, making it hard not to squirm where she stood.

Oh, honey, don't be like that! It's just us; we're family! I thought it would be fun for both of us to play a little game while we cleaned up my mess. Besides, look at these things... They probably won't even fit you properly. You could give them to one of your friends or something if you want. Just think of it as me helping you out with your love life, too! she teased with a wink, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously as she waited for him to respond.

Her heart raced at the thought of them actually going through with this little game they had started; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But something deep inside her told her that Skyline was mature enough now...and maybe even a bit interested in her too. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough to make her hopeful as she continued to wait for his answer.

She grinned widely at his hesitant agreement, relief washing over her in a warm wave as she slowly moved toward him. "Well, why don't we just take things one step at a time?" She reached up to gently caress his cheek with the back of her hand before stepping closer still until their bodies were barely an inch apart. Her breath hitched when she felt how warm and solid he was beneath her fingertips; it sent a shiver down her spine as desire began to stir within her once more. "First," she continued, lowering her voice even further so that only he could hear, "take off my bra." She drew a line from his chest downward toward his navel with one finger before tracing circles around his belly button; the touch sent electric shocks straight to her core, making it harder for her to think straight or focus on anything else but him.

Thalia blushed at his words, her cheeks feeling hot as fire. She couldn't help but smile shyly before leaning in closer, her breath fanning across his neck and sending tingles all through him. "I'm glad you like it," she whispered huskily, taking a step back to give herself room to breathe. "Now why don't you unclasp my bra for me?" She placed one hand behind her head, offering up an invitation as her nipples pebbled into tight buds against the lacy fabric of her bra. Her heart raced faster than ever as she waited for him to obey, her body thrumming with anticipation at what would come next. Would he really go through with this? Or would he chicken out and back down before things got too far? Either way, she knew that just being this close to Skyline like this was enough to make her feel alive...and more than a little bit wanton.