Her toes—painted a soft pink—traced up my calf with agonizing slowness, teasing me. I shot her a sharp look. She just smiled, all innocence, sipping her juice like an angel who hadn't just started a war.
"So," Ivy said, piling fluffy scrambled eggs onto her plate, "it's supposed to rain later. Like, all afternoon. I was gonna hit the park, but…" She shrugged, reaching for the salt.
"Stay in," Delilah said smoothly, her foot sliding higher, nudging my knee apart with gentle insistence. "Movie day. I'll make popcorn. Extra butter."
Ivy rolled her eyes, but there was a grin tugging at her lips. "Mom, you say that every time it rains. It's your default setting."
"Because it's true," Delilah replied, voice light. Her foot found my inner thigh now, pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. I shifted in my chair, trying to keep my face neutral, but my cock was already stirring. "Besides, you've been studying too hard. You need a break. Your brain's gonna melt."
