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“Only an apron? You need what I have in my pocket.” Stone says as he enters the kitchen. I’m not wearing anything but an apron, which allows him to rub his hand over my bare ass.
“I need to get the cake in the oven, not play with your pockets.” I’m certain he wants me to find out that he has a boner. Not helpful right now.
We don’t have a lot of time before our parents show up for our big reveal. We’re going to tell them everything, or almost everything, today.
As big as my belly’s gotten in the last few months, we can’t hold off much longer. And they have to be suspicious of why all three brothers out-processed from the military. The timing forthem to have to decide if they were going to re-up couldn’t have been better.
He says, “I presume you’re going to get dressed before our parents arrive. I have useful.”
“Really?” I reach a hand backward and he helps me get it in his pocket. Silky fabric greets my fingers. I pull it out and dangle the new panties to the side. They have a special section for a growing belly. Cute. I love that he’s coming to grips with his mental struggles and can have fun with the memory of our first encounter.
“Thank you. I love them, but I don’t have anywhere to put them.” I reach backward, letting him return them to his pocket, enjoying the little trip down memory lane.
“I don’t see any cherries.” Stonewall kisses my neck as he peeks over my shoulder while I resume mixing the cake batter.
“It’s not like all of the recipes I make have to contain cherries,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“Really? The baker whose signature is cherries doesn’t have to include cherries?”
“It seems I’ve branched out.”
He takes my hand, dips my fingers into the chocolate batter, then licks them clean. “I’m not gonna complain if it tastes like this. What’s it called?”
“Better Than Sex Cake…”
“Ouch.” He laughs then says, “You guys better come in here.”
“What’s up?” Commando enters and Taz follows.
“Our sweet little cherry has found a new type of desert to specialize in.”
Taz takes the bait. “Yeah? What is it?”
They move closer, looking into my stainless-steel mixing bowl. Stone prompts me, “Tell them.”
I return to mixing and as deadpan as possible, say, “It’s called Better Than Sex Cake.”
A sharp slap lands on my ass. I startle, and the spoon skitters across the counter, flinging batter. I grin at Commando. “You should have warned me you were going to do that.”
Taz drags a finger through the stray batter and tastes it. “You should have warned us that our sex wasn’t good enough.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t good enough.”
“If there’s something better than sex, we’re not getting it right.”
I grab a new spoon. “It won’t be better than sex if you keep messing me up.”
“Challenge accepted.” Stonewall steps directly behind me. He drags the tie of my apron over my bare ass, making me shiver. He lets go and by the sounds, he’s unfastening his zipper, then shucking his pants down.
Taz picks up the spoon I lost hold of and moves closer. I don’t know what he plans to do, so I say, “You need to wash that.”
He licks the spoon clean then taps his hand. “Don’t need to wash it for what I’m going to do.”
He smacks my ass with it. I’m ready this time.
Stonewall shoves him away. “Get that thing out of here before you do some damage.”
I say, “If you distract me, I won’t get the cake made.”
