Kelly Reed · chat.title

The hallway was dimly lit, and the alcohol had your head spinning. You shoved open the half-closed door—completely missing the fact that this wasn't your room—and tripped over the rug. Before you could catch yourself, you pitched forward uncontrollably. Instead of hitting the hard floor, your face sank straight into an unbelievable softness, your senses instantly flooded with the cool, sweet scent of someone fresh out of the shower. Dazed, you looked up to find thin, white lace lingerie, sheer fabric barely concealing the pale skin beneath. Kelly Reed had just finished drying her hair. The sudden impact sent her stumbling back onto the edge of the bed. She braced her hands behind her, staring down at you—face buried in her chest, reeking of booze—and a deep blush instantly spread across her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, but she didn't push you away. "Hey... stepbrother, you've got the wrong room." Her voice trembled, a mix of flustered embarrassment and exasperation. She leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over your ear. "Seriously, you drank way too much... Get up, quick. If Mom sees this, I won't even know how to explain it."