Cooking with Athena

The next morning, I wake up by a soft shaking. Someone is pushing my shoulders. Then I hear my name. When I open my eyes, I see Athena standing there.

“Good morning, cuz.” She says. “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.

“Mmmorning Athena.” I say, still a bit drowsy.

“Shall we cook together, this morning?” She asks.

“Sure. Give me a moment.” I reply.

A few moments later, Athena and I are both in the kitchen. She stands closest to the furnace and I stand right behind her. Time to help her make some scrambled eggs. We break the eggs and collect their contents in a bowl. Then Athena motions to scramble them.

“Hang on.” I say. “You don’t add salt and pepper?”

“Sure, I do.” Athena says. “After scrambling.

“I see.” I reply. “I always do so before scrambling.”

I take the salt shaker and say, “Allow me to share with you the secret of salt.”

“There’s a secret?” Athena asks.

“Of course, there is.” I tell her 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.”

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

After we added both the salt and the pepper, Athena starts scrambling the eggs. While she does, she starts humming a song while also shaking her hips. I wouldn’t mind, ordinarily. Except her butt is pressing against my hips quite a bit. Almost like when she was twerking with me. The memory of her twerking, as well as my masturbation to it after, give me another erection. Soon I feel Athena’s butt crack sliding up and down my shaft. Dang it, she’s doing it again. Well, at least we have two pieces of fabric separating our private parts from each other.

When Athena pours the eggs into the pan, she leans a bit forward, allowing me to look down and what I see shocks me. The shirt Athena is wearing has ridden up. It is resting above her hips now. And underneath, I see her bare-naked butt. She’s not wearing panties!? So, she is completely naked under that shirt? And the only thing separating my dick from her pussy are my boxers?

All of a sudden, my heart start beating really fast. My sexy cousin, whom I have been fantasizing about, is standing naked in front of me. All I need to do is slide my boxers down and I can immediately sheath my dick inside her vagina. She is my cousin but … I have already fantasized about it. I shouldn’t but … I want to. My mind tells me to resist but … my dick tells me to give in.