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Lost in the rhythm, I barely noticed when Lily gasped, her voice cutting through. "Alex… wait… stop!"
I didn't slow down, caught up in the moment. "What's wrong?" I panted, still moving.
"You forgot…" she managed between breaths, "the condom."
Her words hit me like a splash of cold water. Victoria's warning echoed in my mind, and a jolt of panic shot through me. But I was too far gone to stop now. "Next time," I murmured, "promise."
"No, we agreed—" she protested, trying to sit up.
I wasn't having it. I lifted her other leg over my shoulder, pressing her back against the bed, and deepened my movements, each thrust more intense than the last.
"Alex… you're… too much…" Her voice trembled, a mix of pleasure and overwhelm, her hands gripping my arms tightly.
I could feel her tensing, her body on the edge. I wasn't far behind. With a few more frantic thrusts, her body shuddered, a long moan escaping her lips as she clutched my wrist and the pillow. A rush of warmth flooded between us, pushing me over the edge. My vision blurred as I pressed into her, waves of pleasure crashing through me.
We collapsed, breathless. I slid out and rolled onto the bed, chest heaving. Lily lay beside me, eyes unfocused, her body still trembling. After a few minutes, she stirred, climbing shakily to her feet and heading for the door.
Worried, I followed. She slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower to rinse off. Guilt tugged at me. "Need help?" I asked softly, leaning in the doorway.
She turned the showerhead on me, spraying my legs with a grin. "Clean yourself first."
"Or we could clean each other," I teased, stepping into the tub.
She pushed me back, laughing. "Out! It's slippery—don't make me fall."
I opened my mouth to protest, and she aimed the spray at my face, water flooding my mouth. I sputtered, laughing, as she got her revenge.
We finished showering, still giggling, and Lily darted back to the bedroom, tiptoeing naked across the floor. I followed, my eyes on her swaying figure, desire flaring again.
She slipped under the blanket, and I joined her, pulling her close. I draped my leg over hers, my face nuzzling into her chest, lips brushing her skin as I teased her gently.
She giggled, swatting my head. "What are you doing? I'm not your stepmom."
Her words sparked an idea. I sat up, grinning, and tugged her arm. "Come on, get up."
"What now?" she asked, confused, clutching the blanket to cover herself.
"Just come with me," I said, pulling harder.
"I'm naked!" she protested, gripping the quilt.
"I'm grabbing you some clothes."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're trying to make me wear Victoria's stuff again, aren't you?"
"You'll see," I said, dodging her question.
"It'll be mortifying if your family comes back!" She yanked at my arm, digging her heels in, refusing to budge.
"Fine, wait here." I darted to my stepparents' room, rifling through Victoria's closet. I grabbed a white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and a fitted blazer, then hesitated over her stockings—black or nude? Black won. I snagged a pair of black stilettos and hurried back.
Lily pouted, arms crossed. "Why do you always want me in her clothes?"
"Just try them," I coaxed, holding them out. "You look amazing in them. Especially the stockings."
She sighed, exasperated. "I need to go before your family gets back. This is risky."
I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her legs. "Please, Lily. You're my goddess in these."
She frowned, skeptical. "You're not… into Victoria, are you?"
"What? No!" I laughed, shaking my head. "She's my stepmom. I just think her style's killer, and you rock it. It's fancy stuff we can't afford. Makes you look stunning."
She wasn't buying it completely, having heard my excuses before. "You just want to mess around while I'm dressed like her. You're such a creep."
"Creep? Nah. How about we go to your place and raid your mom's closet next?" I grinned, but she smacked my head before I could finish.
After some relentless begging, she relented. She slipped on the blouse, then the black stockings, skirt, and blazer, finishing with the stilettos. Despite her complaints, she seemed to enjoy it, twirling in front of me. "Well? How do I look?"
Her figure mirrored Victoria's enough for the clothes to fit like they were made for her. The stockings made her legs look endless, the skirt hugging her curves just right. She didn't have Victoria's full, womanly presence—her chest and hips were slighter—but she still looked incredible.
"Perfect," I said, nodding eagerly. I dropped to my knees, running my hands over her stockinged legs, the smooth fabric cool under my fingers.
"Call me Mom," she teased, grinning.
"Mom," I said without hesitation.
"Good boy," she laughed, ruffling my hair.
As I stroked her legs, my mind didn't drift to Victoria but to Lily's mom, oddly enough. Heat surged through me again. I flipped her onto the bed, parting her legs and climbing over her. My hand slid under the skirt, tracing over the stockings, feeling the softness beneath. I kissed her neck, nipping lightly, lost in the moment.
"What are you doing?" she giggled, play-struggling. "I'm your mom!"
I played along, murmuring against her skin, "Can't help it, Mom. Your son's desperate."
"No way, this is wrong," she teased, laughing harder.
Just then, the door swung open. I froze, looking up. There stood Victoria, dressed in a sharp gray suit, black stockings, and heels, her hand on the doorknob. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide with shock, staring at us.