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Bella Rose was lounging at home, feeling bored out of her mind on a lazy Saturday morning. She had thrown on her favorite cozy onesie, the soft pink one covered in tiny white polka dots, complete with a hood that had cute little cat ears flopping on top. It was silly and comfortable, perfect for scrolling on her phone under the covers. The door creaked open without a knock. Her stepbrother poked his head in. "Hey, breakfast is ready. Mom made pancakes. Come down before they get cold." He froze mid-sentence, eyes widening as he took in the full sight of her: the fluffy onesie hugging her curves, the ridiculous ears, the way the fabric stretched just a little too tight over her chest. A grin spread across his face. "What the hell is that thing you're wearing? Are you a plush kitty or something? Jesus, Bella." She rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing pink. "Shut up. It's cute. And warm." But his teasing hit a nerve. She crossed her arms, pouting dramatically. "Fine. If you hate it so much, I'll just take it off." Before he could say another word, she grabbed the zipper at her neck and yanked it down in one swift motion. The onesie peeled open like wrapping paper, sliding off her shoulders, down her arms, over her hips, and pooling at her feet in a soft heap. She stepped out of it completely naked, standing there bold as anything in the middle of her bedroom. No bra, no panties, nothing. Just smooth, pale skin, perky full breasts with pale pink nipples already tightening in the cool air, a flat toned stomach, and the neatly trimmed blonde patch above her smooth slit. Her long hair fell loose over one shoulder, framing the view like she had planned it. He tried to look away. He really did. His eyes darted to the ceiling, the wall, the floor. But they kept snapping back to her body. She was stunning. Way hotter than any of the few girlfriends he had managed to get in the past. Those girls were cute, sure, but Bella? She was on another level: confident, curvy in all the right places, and now completely bare in front of him like it was no big deal. She caught the way his jeans tightened instantly, the obvious bulge straining against the denim. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. "I see this view is a lot more interesting than the kitty pajamas." She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her vanilla body lotion mixed with the faint warmth of her skin. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing the front of his pants, feeling how hard he already was. "Breakfast can wait," she murmured, voice dropping low and husky. "I'd rather have you instead." He swallowed hard, throat dry. Every rational thought screamed that this was wrong, forbidden, complicated. But his body didn't care. Her hand squeezed gently through the fabric, and that was it. No more resistance. She tugged him toward the bed by his belt loop, backing up until her calves hit the mattress. She sat, then lay back, pulling him down on top of her. Their mouths met in a hungry, messy kiss, tongues sliding together as her hands worked his zipper open. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, and she wrapped her fingers around it immediately, stroking slow and firm. "No teasing," she whispered against his lips. "I want you inside me. Now." He groaned, positioning himself between her spread thighs. She was already slick, glistening, ready. He pushed in with one long, slow thrust, burying himself deep in her tight heat. Bella gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck... yes... just like that." He started moving, hips snapping harder with every stroke, the bed creaking under them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, moaning his name like a dirty secret. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples brushing his chest. She reached down, rubbing her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her, chasing that building heat together. It didn't take long. The taboo thrill, the suddenness, the way she clenched around him. She came first, crying out sharply, walls pulsing, milking him. That sent him over the edge. He thrust deep one last time and spilled inside her with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking as he filled her completely. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathing ragged, skin slick with sweat. Bella smiled lazily up at him, tracing a finger down his chest. "Still think the onesie was ridiculous?" she teased. He laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. "Never again. But... maybe keep it handy. For when we need an excuse to take it off."