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Sebastian:Hey man, checking to see if you have any spots available today for me and my girl. It’s her birthday. Let me know.
Placing my phone on the counter, I start the coffee maker. It doesn’t take long for Zane to get back with me.
Zane:Hey bro. I have some openings later this evening if that works for you? Around eight would probably be best.
Sebastian:That would be great. Thanks man. See you then.
I pocket my phone and pour myself a cup of coffee, adding sugar after. Leaning against the counter, I think about all the ideas I have for Stormy today. I need to get her out of the apartment for a while, so my interior designer can come in and rearrange one of my spare bedrooms. An idea springs to mind. Maybe Lizzie can take Stormy out for lunch and a bout of shopping. That should give me enough time to get everything together. I would usually use my assistant to buy the things I need for the room but since that’s Stormy, I will have to do the shopping myself. This should be fun. I pull up my contacts and call Miles. I don’t want to wake Lizzie if she is still sleeping.
“What’s up bro? You don’t normally get up this early unless something’s wrong. Please tell me there isn’t anything wrong. I can’t handle much more,” he groans into the phone, and I think I woke him up. Oh well, I don’t give a shit. I need his help.
“Today is Stormy’s birthday and I need some help. Does Lizzie have any plans today?” I question.
“I don’t think so, why?” he asks.
“I wanted to see if she would get Stormy out of the apartment for a while so I can fix up a room for her,” I remark.
“I’m sure she would love that. What did you have in mind?” he queries.
“Maybe Lizzie could take her to lunch and then some shopping. Then you can go with me and help me get some things I need at the art supply store,” I respond, hoping he is feeling generous enough to help me today.
“Lizzie has been wanting to meet this mystery woman, so I’m sure she would love to. Also, why the helldo you need art supplies?” he asks.
“Because Stormy is an artist and I wanted to turn one of bedrooms into a studio for her. That means I have only a few hours to get everything together,” I state.
“Why did you wait until the last minute?” he asks.
“I didn’t know today was her birthday until last night. I don’t think she would have even told me if I hadn’t asked,” I express.
“She sounds like Lizzie. She doesn’t really care to celebrate her birthday, but I make sure to make it a big deal every year.” he claims.
“Exactly. So, will you help your little brother out?” I question.
“Of course, I will. Let me get Lizzie up and make sure she didn’t have any plans today. She didn’t mention anything yesterday. I can also get her to make a list of things you will need. She’s an artist as well. Might be of some help.” he answers.
“Yeah, that would be great. I have absolutely nowhere to start. She mostly paints, I know that.” I respond. “But she’s in art school at SVA, and she has all kinds of different classes.”
“Cool. They will have some things in common. Let me wake Lizzie and I will text you back.” he suggests.
“Thanks, Miles. Love you.”
“Love you too brother.”
I pocket my phone and get to work on some breakfast, making sure to avoid eggs. I decide on pancakes, substituting the eggs for bananas. It’s a little trick my grandmother taught me when I was younger. The knowledge is finally coming in handy. After mixing the ingredients, I cook them up and plate them with some fruit and powdered sugar. The dish looks prettygood if I do say so myself. I gather the plate, a cup of coffee with cream and sugar, and syrup on the large tray. It’s going to be breakfast in bed kind of day for my birthday girl.
I crack the door open and see Stormy is still sound asleep. I place the tray on the bench at the end of the bed and decide to wake her a different way. Sliding under the covers, I crawl until I’m between her legs. I move them further apart; I see the ripe pussy that I can’t get enough of. With a flick of my tongue, I groan as I taste her perfect sweet nectar. I continue slowly licking until she begins to softly moan in her sleep. Her legs begin to tremble, and I know she will be wake soon. I pull the blanket down so I can see her when she does. Her eyes flicker open as she lets out another breathy moan. I push in two fingers and see her eyes roll back. As I lick, suck, and thrust my fingers inside her, she begins writhing on the bed.
“Oh, Sebastian. Fuck, Daddy. Right there!” She shouts when I find the rhythm that works best for her. I don’t stop. I want her coming on my hand. I love seeing her fall apart and know that I’m the one that brought her to that place.
“Come for me, my Angel.” As the words leave my lips, she screams out and comes all over my mouth and hand. I continue my ministrations through her climax until she begins to come down. I don’t want to work her up again. I need to feed her breakfast. “That’s my good girl,” I praise.
Once she is satisfied, I crawl up her body, kissing along the way. “Good morning, beautiful. I brought you breakfast,” I whisper in the shell of her ear. Goosebumps erupt over her skin and it’s a beautiful sight.
“Was an orgasm on the menu?” she smirks. It’s that quick wit that gets me every time. I love it.
“It was for me. It’s my new favorite breakfast.” She slaps me on the chest playfully and laughs.
“What was that for?” I question.
