Breakfast

As you’re eventually woken up by the sound of clinking plates, you’re greeted by an intensely feminine, sexual scent.

Groggily opening your eyes and propping up onto your elbows, you find your vision partially obscured by grey fabric.

It takes you a moment of confusion before you identify it as Maddies thong. Pulling the still slightly damp underwear off of your face, you look around to find you’re now alone in the messy over-cab bunk.

After wiping your face and letting out a slight chuckle, you spot a note beside you, and picking it up you read: “Had fun, HMU when you want to relieve some stress ;) hopefully Eileen can join us next time.”

Maddies writing is a rushed chicken-scratch, but largely legible. Turning the post-it note over you see the reverse side has three phone numbers on it, labelled “Me”, “Eileen” and “Emily”.

Below Emilys number you see a further note in brackets that has been scribbled over with a different pen, “be gentle with her ;)”

Folding the note you reach down, intending to pocket it somewhere, when you’re reminded of your nakedness. Eventually you find the solution of tucking the note into your sock, and vow to add the numbers to your phone later.

You can’t quite sit up fully in the low bunk, and so you begin to shimmy your way over to the edge.

Without thinking you brush aside some sex toys strewn around and step down the short ladder, eventually finding yourself fully exposed in the RV.

Looking around, it’s only then you wish you’d taken a cursory glance down from the bunk.

You see Emily, Eileens younger sister sat at the table, staring at you with wide eyes. Her mouth is bulging with food, and her fork is still between her lips as if she froze mid bite.

“Uh, sorry” is all you can say before her eyes drift down slightly, and you can watch as a deep blush forms on her face in real time.

It’s only when you hastily cover your crotch with one hand that she’s in turn spurred into action, quickly shielding her eyes and stammering a bit “U-uh, i think i saw your underwear on the fridge”

Walking quickly you cross the short distance and grab your boxers, slipping them on with a sheepish “thanks”

“Uh, and your jeans are beside me…”

You spend a few moments finding and putting on your remaining clothes, before standing awkwardly in the kitchen. You can only watch as Emily splits her attention between an old handheld game console, and a huge plate of scrambled eggs she’s stuffing into her mouth with impressive speed.

You’re deciding whether you should announce your exit or just bolt, when you spot a second full plate of food on the tiny table.

You clear your throat a bit before looking around the RV, saying “so… is your sister still around? Or… Maybe Maddie?”

Before responding Emily finishes a large bite, smoothes out her dress (which you note is the same one she wore last night), and takes a deep breath.

“No, uh… my sister works early. and Maddie ran off, said something about framing a painting i think?”

Emily brushes a loose strand of straight blonde hair behind her ear before meekly pointing at the second plate of food, continuing quieter “it- it’s stupid but… i made you breakfast, sorry.”

You’re taken aback at that, and you respond quickly “no-no! Don’t apologize, it isn’t stupid. Uh, thank you.” For a moment you don’t know what to do with yourself, but eventually you walk back over to the table and sit yourself down across from Emily, who’s already resumed her multitasking.

Looking down at your plate, you see the eggs look dry and overcooked, and are accompanied by unbuttered toast, along with a small pre-squeezed lake of ketchup.

Eying the less than appetizing breakfast, you manage to stifle a sigh before politely digging in.

You both eat in silence for a moment, until you finally decide to try and make conversation “so how’d you know i was still here? I don’t snore do i?”

Emily fidgets with her console for a moment, slightly flexing the semi-transparent plastic before responding “no…”

Another pause.

“I mean I’ve seen enough of Maddies “friends” crawl out of there to guess…” you make a hum of understanding as you prod at your food and attempt to quarantine the ketchup away from any still edible egg.

You pry further “i see, and uh- do you make them all breakfast?”

Emily tries to **** out a laugh as you see her face redden again “again, it’s stupid, I’m sorry… you’re the first guy I’ve seen in here so… you’re special? I guess?”

You muse for a moment, that by some definitions, it’s possible you took Maddies anal virginity last night.

Eventually you reply with a smile, “I’d like to think so.”

Again, you both eat in silence for a time before you feel a sudden vibration in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, you see it’s a frantic looking text from Samantha: “Arthur Are you okay? Mary says you’re not in bed.”

You hear Emily putting her plate in the sink as you type a reply: “don’t worry about me, I’ll be home soon. How you feeling?”

You watch for a time as the typing indicator keeps popping up and disappearing on screen, as Samantha obviously types and deletes various messages, until eventually she sends: “refreshed! I slept like a baby lol, i even had this silly dream where you kissed me haha, isn’t that funny?” She ends the message with a zany emoji.

Hmm.

Not quite sure how to respond to that over text, you opt to leave her on “read” as you take your half finished plate to the counter.

After insisting to Emily that you’re just “not very hungry” you return to your phone to find a further series of messages from Samantha. They have a number of typos, and you can feel the anxiety ridden panic emanating from every word: “haha, so anyway have you ate dinner yet?” “Sorry, *breakfast*” “or what woudl you like for luncj?”

You still have the aftertaste of sickly sweet off-brand ketchup in your mouth, and so you reply “could use a snack when i get home, see you soon.” And just to **** her a little, you cap the message off with a winky face and a kiss.

Depositing your phone back in your pocket, you look up to see emily holding a tall glass, easily 20oz, along with a familiar carton of milk.

Your heart skips a little as she returns to the table with the two items, placing them in front of her and cursing at her game while unscrewing the cap.

Your member twitches as you stare at the jug, and as emily catches your eye she pauses, “oh, sorry, did you want some?”Quickly you shake your head, “no no, it’s all yours.”

She smiles a little, and putting the jug to her nose you hear her take a deep, long sniff.

Fuck.

Her nose wrinkles and her expression becomes unreadable as she smells the contents of the carton, once, twice, and then a third deep inhale.

Her mouth turns into a full frown as she looks up at you, and in turn you prepare to make your exit with haste.

As she begins to speak you tense, preparing for the worst… “do you think it’s okay to drink expired almond milk?”

Whew.

You reply slowly, thinking up a believable way to make her drink it “I… maybe? I mean it’s made of plants yeah? It’d smell rotten if it was really bad.”

“Mmm-“ she hum’s in agreement “-No its not rotten, just…” she takes a further whiff, and you see her shift in her seat a little.

“Is it familiar at all?” You question. Emily briefly gives you an odd look at that, but it passes just as quickly, and she replys “no… I’ve never smelled anything like it”

Nice to know.

After a moment you shrug at her, and she shrugs in response, seemingly making up her mind about the unusual almond milk as she begins to pour the thick contents of the carton into the glass.

Her attention is once again not on her main task, and instead her game as she doesn’t seem to notice the thick off white slurry exiting the jug.

It comes out in *gloops *glops and *plops* and is made up of an ever changing texture, gelatinous chunks and thin runny liquid alike.

Whether intentional or not, she ends up emptying the entire contents of the carton into the large glass, and it manages to perfectly overfill the 20oz container, leaving a bubble of surface tension resting atop the rim.

The short, blissful period of sexual satisfaction you experienced upon waking up after a fuck-filled night leaves you, and your cock stands to attention in your pants.