Another weird weekend breakfast

You didn’t, unfortunately, end up fucking. At least not at that moment. Instead, you held each other for a long while until your stomach grumbled.

“Can I make you two breakfast?” you asked them.

“I think you mean ‘please let me go eat, evil succubuses who have trapped me in my own bed,’” Gemma mumbled into your shoulder.

“Not sure if I’d go that far,” you said. “But I’m pretty sure I can guarantee you two at least some eggs, toast and coffee.”

“Yes, please,” Sabrina said.

“Just eggs and coffee for me,” Gemma said. “I’m trying to tone down the carbs. Dating you is going to make me fat. We’re always eating.”

“What if I want to get you fat?” you asked.

“Then you need to try harder,” Gemma muttered.

Sabrina finally shifted and let you roll over and up, getting to your feet. You quickly dressed in some shorts and a sleeveless shirt. “Do you two want breakfast in bed, or are you coming out in a couple minutes?”

“Bed,” Gemma said. She seemed to be dozing off a bit after the warm cuddle pile.

“Mm-mm,” Sabrina shook her head. “No crumbs in the bed. We’ll come out to eat.”

“How dare you,” Gemma said.

“Sorry, do you want crumbs stuck to your ass when he’s pounding you?” Sabrina asked.

There was a long moment of hesitation. “Fine,” Gemma said. “I’ll get up again.”

You left the two of them in your room and headed to the kitchen. The apartment was quiet and you set to work whipping up a quick breakfast of over-easy eggs fried in the centre of pieces of toast.

You were surprised when Mosche was the first person to come out to join you.

“Hey, you want some breakfast?” you asked.

“Yep,” he nodded, walking with his eyes almost completely closed towards the coffee maker.

“Is, ah, Tasha still here?” you asked.

“Nope,” Mosche shook his head.

“Did you and her…?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t know?”

“I mean, we did stuff,” Mosche said. “Just not… stuff.”

“I see,” you said. “Are you seeing her again?”

“Well, I mean I see her every Open Mic night,” he said.

“Yeah, I meant- You know what, never mind.”

Mosche made the coffee while you were busy at the stovetop, and he went to sit down and yawned loudly a few times. Sabrina was the next person to come out, dressed in that same shirt as earlier and last night, and you had to wonder if she’d put on underwear this time or not.

“Morning,” she muttered to Mosche, immediately gravitating towards the hot coffee.

Then Gemma came down the hallway. You hadn’t seen what she’d worn to your place that morning. She was dressed in dark blue sweatpants with an athletic bra holding in her big tits, with a crop top that looked like a pullover hoodie that had been cropped right at the bust line. It left her wonderfully curvy abdomen bare and you had the urge to just just wrap her up and keep your hands on her.

“Morning Mosche,” she yawned as she went to the counter beside Sabrina.

Mosche frowned and blinked several times as if he had to parse what was happening in front of him. “Uh, good morning.”

“Gemma, are you sure you don’t want toast?” you asked. “I’m doing Birds-in-a-Nest.”

She came over to you and looked at what was in the pan. “Oh, those look good,” she said. “Um, yes. Fatten me up, I’ll do toast as well.”

“OK, sounds good,” you said and casually kissed her lips.

“Thanks, love,” she smiled.

“Coffee, baby?” Sabrina offered you a steaming mug.

“Mmm, yes,” you nodded, accepting it from her and taking a sip. “That’s perfect.”

“Oh, I know,” Sabrina smirked.

If you were honest with yourself, you knew what you were doing. The entire breakfast, you and Sabrina and Gemma lightly teased Mosche with what was going on. By now both Gemma and Sabrina had spent at least a few minutes with him and realized what an odd duck he was, so you didn’t feel too bad about it at all.

To his credit, Mosche never asked the obvious question and you didn’t offer the answer up freely.

Still, it was an awkward meal mainly because no one seemed to know what to say to each other, so everything ended up coming out as just a little odd. Gemma asked after Tasha, not realizing she’d been in the apartment the night before. Sabrina asked about Mosche’s stand-up. The three of you talked a little about the office. Eventually, you and the girls had finished with breakfast and you quickly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher before heading back to your room, leaving Mosche to do whatever he was going to do for the day.

“Alright,” you asked. “So what are you two thinking?”

Gemma ran her hands through her hair. “Well, the way I see it, we can either address the elephant in the room or try and ignore it.”

“Is that what we’re calling his dick now?” Sabrina asked. “The Elephant?”

“Harrharr,” Gemma rolled her eyes. “No, if we’re coming up with a name for his dick it’s gotta be better than that.”

“Or, how about we don’t nickname my penis at all?” you asked.

“No, it’s already got a nickname, remember? Daddy’s Dick,” Sabrina said.

“Whatever,” you groaned.

“For real though,” Gemma said, stepping closer to you and wrapping her arms around your neck so she could lean close. “I’m ready if you are.”

Your response was to kiss her, then turn to Sabrina. “Do you still want to watch?”

“Um, yes?” Sabrina said and peeled off the shirt she was wearing, revealing her completely naked body.

You snorted and smirked. “I love you, Sabrina,” you said while still holding Gemma in your arms.

Sabrina bit her lip and smiled. “I love you too, John.”

“And I love you, Gemma,” you said, turning back to her and giving her a kiss. She responded equally.

“Love you too, love,” Gemma whispered to you.