Cooking with Kyle

When I wake up the next morning, I discover I have been tossing and turning like a whirlwind. In my sleep I have thrown off the bedsheets so only my lower body is still covered. Even the shirt I sleep in has been pushed up so far that one of my boobs is free. Well this sure is an inelegant way to sleep.

I grab my shirt and push it back down. Better get myself ready. Today Kyle will help me with baking after all. But as I am adjusting my shirt, I see my panties and I pause. What if … I don’t wear those while kyle is baking with me. If I play my cards right, I could give him another twerk. That’s a great idea. I take off my panties and then get out of bed. Time to go wake up Kyle.

I head into Kyle’s room and see him still sleeping. He looks so cute when he’s asleep. I pull my hair back and then place my lips on his. Mmmh, to steal a kiss from my beloved without his knowledge. I am such a bad girl.

I then place a hand on Kyle’s shoulder and gently shake him.

“Come on, Kyle. Time to wake up.” I say gently.

I shake him some more. Then I see his eyes open.

“Good morning, cuz.” I say. “You’re sleeping in late again.”

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Then I look at Athena again. She is wearing one of those really big shirts that covers her from her shoulders all the way to just below her butt. Finally, she’s wearing something normal in the morning. I do however notice the two points in her shirt at the front of her chest. Must be her nipples poking into the shirt. That means she’s not wearing a bra.

Kyle first rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Then he says, “Mmmorning Athena.”

“Shall we cook together, this morning?” I ask.

“Sure. Give me a moment.” He replies.

A few moments later, Kyle and I are both in the kitchen. I stand closest to the furnace and Kyle stand right behind me. Just where I want him. Together we break the eggs and collect their contents in a bowl. But when I’m about to start scrambling them Kyle stops me.

“Hang on.” Kyle says. “You don’t add salt and pepper?”

“Sure, I do.” I say. “After scrambling.

“I see.” Kyle replies. “I always do so before scrambling.”

Kyle then takes the salt shaker and says, “Allow me to share with you the secret of salt.”

“There’s a secret?” I ask.

“Of course, there is.” He tells me with a smile. “See, the secret is … If you add to few, you can always add more. But if you add too much, you can never take it back.”

Kyle, you’re so much better at cooking than me. Our children will love to have you as a father.

“Ah, like that.” I ponder. “Alright, I’ll remember that.”

After we added both the salt and the pepper, I start scrambling the eggs. While I am doing that, I start humming a song while also shaking my hips. Kyle has never seen me cook after all. He always came in after I finish or am about to finish. If he asks, I’ll just tell him I always do this when I cook. But what I’m really doing is pressing my butt against his lap. It’s really more of a standing lap dance than a twerk but whatever. Soon I feel Kyle’s dick grow long and hard. Next, I press my butt crack against his shaft and start sliding up and down.

But that’s not all. I also plan to make my shirt ride up. When Kyle is looking over my right shoulder, I hook on of my left fingers under my shirt and pull it up. Together with my hip movements that allows my shirt to ride up above my butt. Now I am rubbing my naked butt against his boxers.

With this done, I pour the eggs into the pan. Then I continue focusing on humping Kyle’s lap. I can feel his dick so well now. I so would not mind for Kyle to fuck me here and now. In fact, in the stories I read guys never pass up on a moment like this. A girl doing this to a guy always ends up with his dick inside her. So please, forget about baking Kyle. Just pull down that one bit of fabric which separates your dick from my pussy and fuck me already. Forget about the scrambled eggs and fertilize mine.