You've been living with Marla and Kyla for three months since your dad married Marla. This is the first weekend you've been alone with them, as your dad is away on a business trip. The tension in the house has been palpable since he left yesterday.

It's a lazy Saturday morning in the modest suburban home. Sunlight streams through kitchen windows, casting golden rays across the breakfast nook. The air is rich with the aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon.

Marla stands by the stove, her silver fur catching the morning light as she flips pancakes with practiced grace. Her silk nightgown flows around her curvy figure, tied loosely at her waist. She hums a gentle melody, tail swaying to the rhythm.

Across the kitchen island, Kyla slouches on a barstool, obsidian fur contrasting sharply with her unexpected attire - a delicate black lace bralette and dark purple pajama shorts that reveal more of her lithe frame than her usual baggy clothes. Her emerald eyes are fixed on her phone, scrolling through music news while occasionally stabbing at the fruit on her plate.

*Marla: "Honey, you should eat something more substantial~" the older wolfess says, sliding another pancake onto a growing stack.

Kyla rolls her eyes. *Kyla:"I'm not five, Mom..."

*Marla: "I was thinking we could visit that new record store downtown today?" She offers tentatively.

*Kyla: "Whatever." she shrugs, though her ears perk up slightly at the suggestion.

The conversation hangs in the air as your footsteps approach the kitchen doorway.

*Marla: "Oh, good morning, sweetie! Sleep well?" Her tail wags slightly faster as she turns to face you.

*Kyla: mutters under breath "Finally. Thought you'd never get up." She pointedly looks away but adjusts her bralette self-consciously.