It's breakfast time

The morning light lit up the kitchen bright enough that there wasn’t any need to turn on the lights. Chet stood at the stove, completely naked, humming an old Van Halen riff while he flipped pancakes nearly the size of hubcaps. His back muscles flexed every time he reached for the spatula to prod at the bacon. There was flour dusting one perfect ass cheek in the shape of a smeared handprint from where he’d wiped it.

He reached for an egg from the carton on the counter next to him, cracked it one-handed against the edge of the skillet, and then, with a mischievous grin, lobbed the next one straight up at the ceiling. It hit with a wet splat and stuck for a second before slowly oozing downward. Chet moved the skillet with the first egg just in time to catch the dripping yolk and white as it came down, sliding it neatly onto the hot surface of the stove where it started to cook.

“Still got it,” he muttered to himself with a satisfied grin.

Then came the soft patter of bare feet coming down the stairs that made him glance over his shoulder just as Erin’s younger sister, Aly, shuffled into the kitchen in a T-shirt with her messy bed-head. She froze mid-yawn the second she saw him.

Aly’s eyes instantly went wide. “Who the fuck are you?”

Chet turned fully to face her, leaning back against the counter with his million-dollar grin, and making zero effort to cover himself. “Well, morning, gorgeous. Name’s Chet. Let’s just say I’m the house guest your sister and her friend picked up last night. You want some pancakes? I make a mean stack. I’ll even make you some extra bacon if you’re nice.”

Unable to help it, Aly’s gaze flicked down, then snapped back up, feeling the flame creep into her cheeks. “Ok, but why the fuck are you naked in my kitchen? And did you seriously just throw an egg at the ceiling?!”

Chet shrugged, turning back to flip another pancake, and exposing his muscled ass to her. “Clothes felt optional after the night we had. And as far as the egg goes? Old habit I guess. Just felt like the thing to do.” He shot her a wink over his shoulder. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re shocked, by the way. That little blush is doing things for me.” And with that, Chet glanced down at his inflating cock.

Aly made a disgusted noise, snatching a dish towel off the counter and quickly hurled it at him. “Ew, perv! You can’t just hit on girls like that while your dick’s hanging out!”

Chet caught the towel mid-air, paused, and actually looked a little taken aback. He glanced down at himself again, then back at her with a raised brow. “Wait… how old are you, kid?”

Aly straightened, jutting her chin out in indignation. “Eighteen. Wait-what? Look, creeper that’s not the point!”

The second her age came out of her mouth, Chet’s grin returned full wattage. He casually draped the dish towel over his cock so it hung like a ridiculous loincloth, essentially doing nearly nothing to cover him.

“Well then, we’re good. Eighteen’s perfectly legal,” he said, sliding right back into his easy, cocky drawl. “So no harm in appreciating the view you walked into, right? Besides, you’re the one who didn’t knock.”

Aly rolled her eyes so hard it was like you practically hear it. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re in my kitchen. And since when is knocking before you go into a kitchen a thing? That’s not a thing!”

“Meh,” he responded, sliding a stack of pancakes onto a plate with a flourish. He set it on the island nearest to her, then leaned forward on his elbows, causing the towel to shift precariously. “So where do you keep your syrup around here? And the bacon’ll be done any second. So, you gonna stand there staring at me all morning, or come eat the best breakfast you’ll have all week?”

Aly edged closer, eyeing him suspiciously, and snatched a piece of bacon out of the pan with a fork. After the grease dripped off, she chewed for a second, then pointed the half-eaten strip at him accusingly.

“So I’m guessing you’re the reason for all the noise last night,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “With all the headboard banging, and the moaning, it was pretty hard to sleep through.”

Chet didn’t even flinch, just flashed his megawatt grin. “Guilty as charged, I guess. Sorry about that, sweetheart. Erin started off the night pretty worried about waking you, but…” He winked. “Didn’t take long for her to forget all about it.”

Aly’s mouth dropped open, forgetting about the half-chewed bacon. “Oh my god, you’re fucking disgusting.”

As if she were right on cue, Erin traipsed into the kitchen, with her own hair in a wild mess of curls, wearing nothing but Chet’s discarded boxers from the night before and an unusually tight tank for her. She froze when she saw the scene of Chet basically naked with a dish towel as makeshift loincloth, and Aly glaring at him.

Aly’s gaze snapped to her sister. “What the fuck, Erin? Who is this rando, and are you wearing his underwear?”

Erin’s face instantly turned scarlet. She tugged uselessly at his boxers, which only made them slide down a little on her smaller frame. “They’re… comfortable? And I heard noise and just grabbed the first things I saw, so…”

Chet turned, spatula in hand, and looking far too pleased with himself. “Morning, beautiful. Pancakes are ready. Your sister’s already had a sample of my meat this morning,” he said chuckling and holding up the pan of bacon

Erin groaned, covering her face with both hands. “Kill me now.”

Aly just stared, looking back and forth between them, shook her head, and muttered, “I swear to god, I’m moving out for college and never coming back.”

Chet laughed, sliding a fresh stack onto a plate and pushing it toward Erin. “Go on and eat up, both of you. We’ve got a party to plan for tonight. Gonna be massive.”

Aly threw the rest of her piece of bacon at him. It bounced off his chest where he caught it and ate it without breaking eye contact.

Erin grabbed Aly by the shoulders, turning her to look at her directly. “Please pretend you saw nothing.”

Aly just placed her hands on Erin’s arms, giving her a deadpan look. “Too late. Therapy fund starts today, and it’s coming out of your pocket.”

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