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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 nipples hard and begging for attention. The gown barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement revealed the smooth...