(Lisa)
So this morning you seem to have tuned in to the sex and food channel. Makes sense, lotsa sense, or is that senses... We are sensual creatures. We enjoy the sensations of touch and taste and smell and sight. Sound too. Our lovers make cute and often louder sounds, but butter makes a sound when it melts.
As mentioned previously, my big brother's wife Kristin is, in my highly biased opinion, the world best cook. Emeril Lagasse, Wolfgang Puck, I have never tasted them. Kristin tastes really good.
This wonderful Saturday morning the light filtered in through the shades. The forecast for Lake Houston was 90/70 temperature and humidity for today. Kristin got up and walked to the bathroom and I followed her. We washed our faces and brushed our teeth, then flossed to get rid of those curly little hairs in between.
We walked, naked of course its the norm around here, to the kitchen, Julia Child's kinky successor and her loyal assistant. Into the blender went eggs, flour, butter and a pinch of salt. Making the batter for the Crepes was easy and fast. But the batter has to set up for an hour. What to do.
The den opens off the breakfast room, it has nice soft furniture perfect to lead your husband's sister to. We kissed deeply and our tongues danced then I pushed her gently onto the leather sofa.
Crawling onto the sofa and up to her splayed pussy, I kissed her pubes and she dropped her right leg across my back. I nibbled on her labia as they grew and became greasy from her own "special sauce."
I separated her folds with my tongue and it darted into her opening like a hummingbird's to look for more nectar. As my fingers stimulated the legs and hidden shaft of her her clit I carefully suctioned it's head from under it's folds.
I was gleefully licking, nibbling and sucking Kristin's cunt and she was thoroughly enjoying it. It time she came hard and our focus was broken. Jamie was standing there, one finger between her labia watching us.
I got up and kissed my wife, sharing Kristin's lovely taste with her. Kristin got up and pulled Jamie down into exactly the same position she had been in mere moments before. She proceeded to perform the same wonderful act on Jamie that I had just done to her.
When Jamie came I kissed Kristin again, her taste was just as wonderful but different. We got cleaned up and Kristin and Lisa went to finish the Crepes while I woke our other sleeping lovers so we could have breakfast together.
(Jamie)
The Hollandaise sauce was almost as easy as the batter, into the blender went egg yokes, and a tad of black pepper and cayenne. You have to melt the butter and pour it is as the mix slowly spins but we were already using a pan, so no problem.
After making the sauce the pan was used to make the light thin little pancakes. Kristin can make two perfect crepes in a minute, it takes me nearly a minute to make a slightly thicker less symmetrical one.
We tossed in the sauce, sweet peas from our garden, chunked ham and some shredded Gruyere and rolled them up. Served with espresso it was a feast for seven.
And now that everybody was awake Jamie could get spit roasted on the sofa and Lillian and Eva could "go where no man has gone before," well at least since Thursday and see if they could give me a couple more of what Kristin gave me before.
Lake Houston Texas - July 20, 2019