If you can't stand the heat...

You tried to stay put. You managed to distract yourself for about 10 minutes before the giggling and moaning you could overhear became too much and you headed for the kitchen. It was definitely a good decision. Standing there you watched two women who couldn't keep their hands off each other finally succumbing and abandoning their breakfast making efforts.

Your aunt's body, her bathrobe open, was pressed up against Brynn's back. Poor Brynn was more or less pinned against the kitchen counter, her skirt hiked all the way up, your aunt's hands busy playing with the brunette between her legs as she humped her ass. Leslie had undone all of the buttons of the scientist's blouse too and had fished out one of her pale tits with the other hand. Brynn gripped a wooden spoon helplessly as your aunt began to finger her.

"That's not very hygienic," you said, taking the spoon from your surprised colleague.

"J-john? Oh my god... sorry but your aunt... uhnnnnnnhng..." she began, but quickly lost focus as Leslie's thumb started brushing her clit. Your aunt smiled at you with her eyes, her lips sucking the back of Brynn's neck. You stepped over to the forsaken yellow mixing bowl, seeing a pale mush of ingredients inside.

"What are we making?" you asked as the lesbian lovers continued grappling with each other beside you.

"Potato pancakes," said your aunt. "There's eggs and milk in that other bowl... beat them then add it to the the yellow bowl." The instructions were simple enough so you went to work. Brynn was pulled away from facing the kitchen counter as your aunt seemed to want to supervise your cooking breakfast, so your colleague had to watch you too while Leslie finger fucked her in the kitchen in front of you. You glanced over to her occasionally, Brynn **** into an obscenely exposed stance, her legs spread and slightly bent at the knees. Most of her upright support was thanks to your aunt holding her up while she fingered the woman, the squelching of her wet cunt undercut by you beating eggs.

Your erection twitched beneath your shorts as you began to combine the whisked eggs and milk mixture into the shredded, slightly mushed potatoes and what you guessed was some crushed garlic and seasoning. "Stir it well," breathed your aunt over Brynn's shoulder. Brynne groaned, her body shivering under your aunt's ****. You did as you were told and mixed the ingredients with the wooden spoon until your aunt spoke up again. "Get some of that flour... yeah... mix in gradually... until it's thick but still pourable."

"Oh my god Leslie...I'm gonna cum!" whined Brynn as your aunt dug her fingers in deeper. You had to stop what you were doing to watch. You watched your colleague shake, her thighs clamping together and trapping your aunt's hand between them. She held Brynn to her feet despite her knees skewing and trembling. Her juices trickled down her legs. Brynn put a hand on the kitchen counter and steadied herself as your aunt put tasted your colleague on her fingers.

"Put some oil in the pan. Three minutes one each side, medium-high heat," she told you, now guiding Brynn away from the kitchen, the woman only managing to walk because of your aunt supporting her under her arms. You looked down at the batter then at the vanishing couple, your aunt needing to take Brynn into the bedroom for ... a breakfast appetiser you guessed. So you cooked breakfast, forming round potato pancakes in the shallow pan that sizzled and popped and began to fill the apartment with mouthwatering smells.