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The hallway was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the house settling. When my stepsister, Hailey, called out from her room, I didn't think much of it. She was wrapped in a plush towel, fresh from the shower, holding a bottle of scented skin cream. ​"I'm feeling so dry everywhere," she said, handing me the bottle. "Could you help with the spots I can't reach?" ​I started with her shoulders, using firm, circular motions, but soon she asked me to move down to her lower back and then the backs of her legs. I was thorough, ensuring every inch of skin was smooth and hydrated. As I worked the lotion into her calves and thighs, a low, soft moan escaped her lips. I paused, but she just sighed, her head lolling forward. "Don't stop," she murmured, "that feels incredible." ​At dinner, Hailey was glowing. "You wouldn't believe how much better I feel," she told her mother. "He’s actually a natural at this. He didn't miss a single spot." ​Later that evening, after the house had dimmed, my stepmother, Jenna, emerged from her shower. With my father away on a business trip, she approached me with a bottle of silk-infused lotion and a tired smile. ​"Hailey wouldn't stop raving about how thorough you were," she said softly, sitting on the edge of the sofa and extending a leg. "Since your dad isn't here, would you mind? My skin feels so tight." ​I knelt down and began the same rhythmic application, starting at her ankles and working my way up. As I moved from her legs to her shoulders and lower back, the silence was broken by a familiar, involuntary sound—a deep, contented moan that vibrated through the room. It seemed I had accidentally become the family’s favorite remedy for a long day.