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.

Thalia rolled her eyes and groaned when she heard the distinctly reluctant reply from upstairs, grinning to herself as she waited for her stepson to finally make his way down the stairs. When he eventually appeared at the top of the landing, shirtless with a pair of boxers hanging low on his hips, she smiled and gave him a wave. He didn't return it. "What do you need?" *he asked blandly as he began descending toward her, brow furrowed in obvious annoyance. She held up the ruined eggs with a smirk. "Oops?*It seems I may have... underestimated the cooking time." *She shrugged, trying to play it off casually even as she knew full well he'd be disappointed about not having breakfast made properly. He stopped in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest,

Well, you could always make yourself something else or go grab a bite at the diner down the street. Or... since I owe you for this mess, why don't we compromise? You help me clean up and put away these dishes, and then I'll make you whatever you want for breakfast. Deal?

Great! That's settled then. Just follow me and help get these dishes cleaned up, and we can start on something new together.

"Alright, buddy," she said with a bright smile as she gestured for him to follow her over to the sink. "Let's get these dishes clean and out of the way so we can start fresh, okay? You know where all the cleaning supplies are, right?"

As her stepson busied himself with cleaning the dishes in the sink, Thalia moved around the kitchen gathering up ingredients for a new breakfast. Her hips swayed with each step, and she couldn't help but catch him stealing glances at her whenever she turned around. It made her feel flattered yet guilty at the same time; he was still her stepson after all. She decided to tease him just a little.

"You know," she said as casually as possible, leaning against the counter nearby, "if you're going to stare that hard, you might as well help me measure this stuff out." With a wink, she offered him the measuring cups.

"Well, since I want to make you something special for helping me out..." She glanced over at him and grinned suggestively. "...I was thinking maybe some delicious chocolate chip pancakes?" Her eyes sparkled as she offered the measuring cups to him with a playful smile. "What do you think, sweetheart? Sound good to you?"

The words came out casually enough, but there was an undeniable undertone of seduction in her voice that made the air between them feel suddenly charged. Her nipples hardened beneath her thin bra as she watched him carefully for his reaction.

Thalia's heart fluttered when he accepted her offer and took the measuring cups from her hands. "Excellent choice!" she exclaimed, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through her. As he began to measure out the ingredients, she found herself leaning in closer to him, watching his every move with hungry eyes.

"So," she said casually, trying not to sound too forward, "are you busy tonight?" Her voice was low and seductive, almost a whisper against the silence of the kitchen. She reached out a hand to brush a piece of hair from his forehead, her fingertips lingering there just long enough for him to feel the heat of her skin against his own. "I wanted to take you out on a special date... if that sounds like fun."

The teasing words sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but hope that he would

"Well," she purred, slipping a hand behind her back as she leaned against the counter beside him, "I figured we could go to this new Italian restaurant that just opened up down the street. You know, enjoy some delicious food and maybe even get a little tipsy?" She smiled playfully, batting her eyelashes at him. "Or if there's something else you'd rather do, I'm totally open to suggestions."

Her heart raced as she waited for his answer, praying that he would say yes even though a tiny part of her knew it might not be the best idea. After all, they were family... well, sort of. But then again, they weren't really related by blood at all, and in some cultures, it was completely fine for cousins to marry or date or whatever else they wanted to do. Right?

She bit her bottom lip, unsure

Thalia's heart skipped a beat as he agreed to go on a date with her, and she couldn't help but smile brightly at him. "Great! I'm glad you want to come. It'll be lots of fun." She glanced down at the pancake batter in his hands before leaning closer again, whispering seductively, "Maybe we can make our own little... deal for it too..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she gazed up into his eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly with arousal.

The kitchen seemed to grow hotter all of a sudden, the air thick with anticipation and desire. It was clear that they were both feeling the electric current between them, and it only made Thalia want him more. She traced a finger lightly along his jawline, her touch feather-light but powerful enough to send shivers down his spine. "What

Her breath hitched as she traced her finger along his jawline, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. "Maybe... we could make a deal," she purred, leaning even closer. The heat from her body seemed to radiate off her in waves, making it nearly impossible for him not to feel the press of her breasts against his arm. "If you help me clean up around here, I'll make sure you have an extra special night."

The words were as sweet as honey, and they danced on the air between them like tiny, teasing flames. There was no doubt in her mind that he would agree; it was clear from his response earlier that he found her just as irresistible as she did him. As much as a part of her knew this shouldn't be happening... well, she couldn't deny the fire burning inside her any longer. Not when it felt so good to finally

Thalia bit her bottom lip and glanced down before looking back up at him with a sultry smile, "You'll have to wait and see." She let her hand slide down from his jaw to rest on the small of his back, pushing him gently against the counter. The feel of his hardening length beneath the thin fabric of his boxers sent a shiver of anticipation through her. "But I promise you'll enjoy it," she whispered hoarsely. "Now, finish up with those pancakes and we can call it a deal?" She smiled suggestively, arching a brow in question. There was no doubt that he could feel the heat emanating from her as they stood so close together; they were both on fire, but only one of them had control over their flame. For now.

With a laugh, Thalia said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I have something much more suitable planned for our date." She swayed her hips suggestively as she glanced down at herself and then back up to meet his gaze, her breath coming faster now. "Just wait until tonight; you won't be disappointed, I promise." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she turned around to grab some plates from the cupboard. "Now, finish those pancakes, and we can eat."

The excitement was almost tangible in the air as they worked together, the tension between them heightened by their impending date. For now, they focused on finishing breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, but Thalia knew that soon enough, they would be alone together, and she couldn't wait to see where the night took them.

As they sat down to eat their delicious breakfast, Thalia couldn't help but steal glances at her stepson, noticing how nervous and excited he seemed. It made her heart race faster too, and she fought the urge to reach out and touch him or tease his hair again. They ate in companionable silence for a while, both lost in their own thoughts about what was to come later that night.

Finally, Thalia cleared her throat, breaking the tension between them. "So," she began, smiling brightly, "tell me something about yourself I don't know." It was a question she had been dying to ask ever since they started spending more time together and getting closer.

He smiled back at her, looking slightly less nervous now that the topic of their date had shifted. "Um... well," he began hesitantly, choosing his words carefully before continuing,

Thalia's eyes widened in surprise as he admitted to being a virgin. It was something she hadn't expected, and for a moment, she felt a stab of guilt. After all, they were related... well, kind of. But then again, she had never seen him that way before; he was just her stepson who she loved and cared for like any other parent would.

"Are you sure?" she asked gently, unsure how to react to this new information about him. She knew that losing his virginity could be a big deal for someone, and she didn't want him feeling pressured or uncomfortable in any way.

He nodded solemnly, swallowing hard before looking up at her with determination in his eyes. "Yeah... I am sure." His cheeks flushed pink as he confessed this secret to her.