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Chapter 4: Breakfast

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 4: Breakfast - An explosion and fire leaves Cosette, 10, and her mom Syl in crisis, they stay with their divorced neighbor Julie. But where's Sette's dad (Theo)? At Julie's, her ex-husband and his gorgeous admin (now his 2nd wife) visit often, staying, uh, overnight. Together in her bed. Really? How does that even work? Theo is back; he's studly in bed but unemployed, they're at risk for homelessness. Fond of Sette, Julie worries. What to do? (No under 14 sex.)

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   Mult   Romantic   Teen Siren   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Tear Jerker   Cheating   Group Sex   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Big Breasts   Size   Slow  

Friday, November 10, 2023 (one day after the explosion).

At 9:00 in Julie’s kitchen, the two Garniers shambled in, looking disheveled but rested. With the phone in her ear, Julie gestured toward the coffee maker and the refrigerator.

On her phone: “Hey Luis, it’s Julie. I’m not coming in today, I’m sorry. Well, there’s three houses on my little street, you remember? Yeah, well, mine’s still here, but the other two burned up last night. No, I’m fine, but my next-door neighbors are staying here with me. They’re homeless now, and I’m taking care of them.

“Yeah, it’s her, her name is Cosette, and her mom. They are all right, but ... Yeah, what’s left is uninhabitable. We need more food; they need clothes, everything. So today is a total loss and I’m also going to work from home on Monday and Tuesday, is that alright? Good, thanks. I gotta go, I’ll keep you posted. OK, bye.”

Putting aside her phone, Julie turned to take stock of her guests. Last night, she had scrounged around for some kind of sleepwear for the Garniers. Sylvie was in one of her old nightgowns. She was seated at the kitchen table, hunched over her cup of coffee, trying to inhale the steam. Her long hair was all awry and fell in wavy curtains on each side of the mug.

Her daughter was only four and a half feet tall, so Julie had simply put her in one of Nate’s old cotton t-shirts, which hung on her body like an absurd dress. Fortunately, Julie had goosed her thermostat; now her house was comfortably warm.

“Folks, excuse me, but I’m going to take charge for a bit. First, you need breakfast. I went out early this morning and picked up extra food for us. Cosette, will you set the table? The utensils are in that drawer. I’m just going to dish out the food and hand you two the loaded plates. When you want seconds, just serve yourself from the stove.

“Sylvie, make me a list of your sizes. I’ll go to the department store and pick up a couple of casual outfits for both of you.”

Cosette burst into tears.

“Everything’s GONE!” she wailed. “My phone, my clothes, my books—all of it! I knew we had to move away, but now we’re homeless with nothing.”

Shocked, Julie asked, “What is she talking about?”

Sylvie reached to console her daughter, but she shrugged off her mother with an angry glare.

“You think I’m stupid, Mom? I KNOW what ‘Notice to Vacate’ means, tacked up on our front door. It means the sheriff is, or was, coming to EVICT us.”

“Uh, you weren’t supposed to know about that.”

Julie’s mouth hung open. She looked at Sylvie.

“Is that true?”

The answer was plain in her hopeless expression.

“Yes, we were behind on the rent.”

Julie cut her eyes to her daughter, meaningfully, and then articulated each word.

“We’ll talk later.”

Idiot! She’s terrified enough already!” thought Julie.

Firmly, “Get up, Sylvie, and take care of plating breakfast for us so nothing on the stove burns.”

She stepped around the table and crouched next to Cosette’s chair.

“How long have I been with you, Cosette, being your sitter sometimes and being your friend?”

“For three years? Four years? I’m not sure,” she sniffled.

“That’s right. And, in all that time, almost half your life, have I ever not taken care of you? Am I your good friend? Do you trust me?”

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