My Hot Nurse Step Mum 10

I woke up the next morning with that same restless energy buzzing under my skin, the kind that makes you feel invincible and stupid at the same time.

The house was stirring early, Dad’s voice booming from downstairs, Elena’s softer replies mixing with the clink of breakfast plates. I threw on shorts and headed down.

Dad was at the table, newspaper in hand, coffee steaming. Elena was pouring more for him, looking fresh in jeans and a simple blouse that still hugged her curves in all the right places.

Bernice was there too, perched on a stool, hair wet from a shower, wearing an oversized robe that gaped just enough at the front to show a hint of cleavage.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bernice said, grinning over her mug. Her eyes flicked down my bare chest, lingering a second too long.

Dad glanced up. “Alex, Elena and I are heading out in a bit. Meeting with the lawyers about some estate stuff. I should be back by dinner.”

Elena nodded, setting a plate of