Bacon And Eggs - Sex Stories

Bacon And Eggs

... there."

"Is it selfish to say I'm glad?"

"I guess not."

"Do you want a bath?"

"What about Emma?"

"I'll put on some clothes and go check on her. If she's awake, I'll tell her you couldn't sleep and I said you could bathe."

I filled the tub for her. Poured in some bubbles. Lifted her in my arms and set her gently in the tub, relishing the feel of her small, smooth body against my torso.

I washed her back, then cupped water in my hands to rinse it.

I stood up. Set out a towel.

"I'll check on Emma."

I paused in the doorway, took her in with my eyes.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"For being nice."

"I'll cook you girls breakfast in the morning," I said. "What's your favorite?"

"Bacon and eggs."

"Bacon and eggs it is, Bekki."

"Night-night, then."

I was almost to the stairs before I remembered I was still naked. Shit!

I ran to my room and pulled on some sweats. Wiped my stomach with a t-shirt and threw it in the hamper.

Downstairs, Emma was blessedly asleep. I tucked her blankets around her and readied Bekki's spot to sleep. Fluffed her pillow. Shook my head at our lust. Breakfast might be rough.

Back upstairs, I poked my head in the bathroom one last time.

"You have everything you need?"

She didn't answer. She lay in the warm water, eyes closed, hand moving lazily at her crotch, caressing her swollen labia. I watch her small breasts rise and fall with her breathing.

"G'night," I whispered.

What we'd done was so very wrong. But it felt so right.