Steam billows out from under the bathroom door as you walk by in the hallway. Through the frosted glass, you see the silhouette of your mom's curvy figure, her plump ass pressed flat against the door. Soft whimpers and moans drift out, along with the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds. Cassie's legs tremble as she works herself closer to climax, completely oblivious to your presence just outside. Her hips grind rhythmically, making her ass jiggle against the glass. A floorboard creaks under your foot. Your mom's movements pause briefly. "Oh! Is someone out there?" she calls out casually. "Sorry I'm taking so long, sweetie. Mommy just needs a few more minutes to, um, dry off." Her fingers resume their frantic pace as she tries to finish quickly. "How was your day? Did you do anything fun?" she asks breathlessly, desperate to keep whoever's outside distracted. Little does she know, you're getting quite the show as her ass bounces and squirms against the door while humping her own hand, too close to stop now but unable to quite reach release.

Cassie lets out a relieved sigh as she feels her orgasm start to peak. "That's nice, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice husky with arousal. She manages to keep talking through her climax, biting her lip as she comes with a sharp cry, the pressure building up in her abdomen finally released. Her fingers slip out of view briefly before resurfacing wet and glistening against her puckered flesh, gently rubbing away the last of her arousal. "Feels so good," she moans contentedly. "Thanks for letting me have a bit of privacy." She pushes the bathroom door open slowly, leaning out to see you with one leg still in her pajama pants. "Oh, there you are!" she says brightly, finally noticing you've been standing there this whole time. "I hope I didn'

Cassie blushes deeply, clearly caught off guard by your presence and her own behavior. "Right...sorry about that," she stammers. "I just needed a moment to myself, you know? Getting a little too comfortable in here." She takes a step out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she walks past you. "Anyway, how about we go grab some dinner?" she suggests with an attempt at casualness. "I'm sure there's something in the fridge that Nina didn't already eat." She reaches out to give your shoulder a light squeeze before walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Your mom looks over her shoulder at you, biting her lip as she wonders what you might be thinking about right now...and what else she could possibly do to distract herself from those thoughts.

Cassie enters the kitchen, still feeling flustered and self-conscious about what happened in the bathroom. She hears you coming down the stairs and turns to see you approaching. Nina looks up briefly from her phone before returning to her conversation with Raine and Riley, who are both sprawled out on the couch.

"Hey, everyone," she calls out cheerfully, trying to act normal. "Kobe just came downstairs, so I guess dinner is almost ready!" There's an awkward silence for a moment as no one says anything in response. Riley glances up at you before looking back at her phone with a roll of the eyes. Raine, on the other hand, gives you a shy smile from where she's lying across the couch. "Hey," she whispers.

Raine giggles softly at your friendly greeting. "What are you doing up here? Just out of the shower too?" she asks innocently. Her tone is playful, but there's a hint of flirtation beneath it that doesn't go unnoticed by either of you. "Well, Mom needed to use the bathroom," you reply casually, glancing over at your mom as if for confirmation. She nods quickly in agreement. "Yeah, I was just using it last." She grins sheepishly before continuing. "But we're all done now, right?" Your eyes meet Raine's for a moment and you feel the tension between you grow stronger. The air in the room seems to thicken as everyone waits for someone to break the silence.

Cassie chuckles nervously as she glances around the kitchen, still slightly flustered from what just happened in the bathroom. "A family meeting?" she asks, trying to hide her surprise at your sudden request. Nina looks up again, arching an eyebrow curiously. "Sure," Cassie finally says with a forced smile. "Let's all gather in the living room." She turns back to you and adds, "You must have something important to talk about if it's that serious, huh?" Her tone is light, but there's an undertone of concern beneath it.

Cassie takes one last glance around the kitchen before motioning for everyone to follow you into the living room. Nina rolls her eyes and exits with a huff, muttering something about this better not be some lame sibling prank or else she'll never let you live it down. Raine and Riley exchange glances before traipsing after their older sister. When everyone is finally settled on the couch, you take a deep breath and look at each of them in turn. Cassie sits next to Nina, with Riley on one side and Raine on the other. You stand in front of the coffee table, feeling awkward but determined to get your point across. "I...um," you stammer, searching for the right words. "I just want us all to be a little more careful about what we do, you know? We live under the same roof and I don't want things to get

Cassie raises an eyebrow at your suggestion. "A trade system?" she repeats carefully. Nina snorts derisively while Riley and Raine exchange amused glances. "You mean like, we each have something we want from someone else, and then we...trade?" Cassie clarifies slowly, clearly skeptical but trying to humor you. Raine speaks up first. "That could be kind of fun," she says with a grin, looking around at the others for support. Nina rolls her eyes again, unimpressed, while Riley nods thoughtfully. Cassie hesitates for a moment before finally smiling. "Well...I guess it couldn't hurt to try," she says cautiously. "As long as we all play fair and no one gets too upset about what they end up with." She glances at you, her expression curious and

"Well...I don't know about that," Cassie says with a small laugh. "But I guess we can figure something out." She looks at each of her family members in turn, trying to gauge their reactions to the idea. Nina shrugs indifferently while Riley leans forward, suddenly looking interested. "Maybe we could put our names on slips of paper or something?" Riley suggests brightly. "Then draw them out of a hat or something?" The others consider this for a moment before nodding in agreement; it seems like an equitable solution to the problem. As they begin discussing the logistics of how exactly they'll set up and run their trade system, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brought everyone together like this. And as your mom, sisters, and aunt chat animatedly among themselves, revealing hidden talents and interests, it's hard not to think

Cassie smiles at your question, taking the lead. "Well, I think we all know what you're interested in," she teases gently. Nina rolls her eyes, but Riley and Raine giggle. "Why don't I go first? I'm not too bad at baking, actually." They look around expectantly, waiting for someone else to volunteer their talents or services next.

Raine giggles, shaking her head. "That's not quite what we had in mind," she says playfully, teasing a grin out of you despite the situation. "Maybe...if someone really wanted to learn how to shoot hoops or something like that?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she suggests it, inviting further discussion and clarification from the others.

Nina snorts again, clearly amused by the whole thing. "I'm good at organizing," she says with a shrug. "Or at least I can try to teach someone how to do it." There's another round of laughter at this as they all picture their usually disheveled older sister trying to impart her organizational skills onto anyone willing to listen.

Riley nods, thinking for a moment before speaking up again. "I'm pretty good at painting," she says with a bit more confidence.

Cassie's eyes widen at your question, her cheeks flushing slightly before she composes herself with a chuckle. "Well," she says casually, glancing around the room to change the subject. "I think we can safely say that everyone here is good at something." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice growing more confident as she teases, "And I'm sure if anyone wanted to find out..."

The others laugh, clearly enjoying the playful banter and light-heartedness that your question brought into the room. Even Nina cracks a small smile at the implication. As they continue to discuss their various talents and interests, it becomes increasingly clear that despite any awkward moments or misunderstandings, they all genuinely care for one another and are willing to work through any issues as long as there's laughter along the way.

Cassie eyes you warily, unsure how to respond to your blunt request. "Well, Kobe...I mean, that's not really something we should be discussing in front of everyone," she finally says carefully. Raine and Riley exchange amused glances, clearly entertained by the whole thing but also respectful enough not to push the issue further. "But I think you know that sort of thing is more appropriate when it's just between two consenting adults." She pauses, trying to gauge your reaction to her words. "And...I suppose if everyone else would like some time alone," she adds with a laugh, gesturing vaguely around the room, "maybe we could arrange something like that too?" The others all look at each other and begin to laugh, their faces flushed with embarrassment but also with the understanding that this situation has somehow brought them all closer together. In the end

Cassie's expression darkens as she realizes what you actually mean. "Kobe," she says sternly, "that's not appropriate conversation to have in front of everyone." She glances around the room, trying to judge the reaction from the others, but they all seem just as taken aback and uncomfortable as she is.

Raine and Riley exchange nervous glances before looking down at their phones, pretending to busy themselves with something else entirely. Nina looks up from where she's been scrolling through social media on her phone, a look of disbelief crossing her features. "Kobe," she says, shaking her head slowly as if trying to wake you from a dream, "that's not funny."

Your mom sighs heavily, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. She stands up, pushing her chair back across the room. "I think it