Chapter 13

December 26

I woke up the next morning surprisingly refreshed. I’d lain in bed for a long time, unable to stop thinking about my conversation with Mandy. Eventually, I fell asleep and slept like a rock, but that was a good, long, while after Mandy had retreated back upstairs, and I’d attempted to go to bed. It wasn’t until I checked my phone that I realized what time it was.

“Holy shit, it’s after nine?!” I said to the empty room, shocking myself at hearing my own voice. I wasn’t usually the type to talk to myself. I mean, I did talk to myself in my head all the time, but not out loud. People who do that too often are just flat-out nuts.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept past eight, let alone nine in the morning. I was usually up somewhere between six and seven every day. More often than not, it was closer to the six o’clock hour. There was no wonder why I felt so refreshed. Sleeping in could do that to a guy.

After getting up and taking care of my morning needs, I headed up the stairs in search of food. At the mere thought of it, my stomach growled loudly, and I chuckled.

“Daddy, you’re finally up!” Amber squealed excitedly when I reached the top of the stairs.

I looked in the direction of her voice and found Amber and Mandy kneeling on the floor in front of a blissfully happy Joe. Mandy’s head was bobbing in a consistent rhythm, making it clear what she was doing, while Amber was assisting by holding Joe’s cock in her hands.

“Mom couldn’t wait any longer and suggested we have a different kind of breakfast.” Amber grinned wickedly, her fingers wrapped around the base of her brother’s dick. “I tried to come down and get some of my own.” Amber glared at her mother, who didn’t pause one bit in her art of the blowjob. “But Mom said I should let you sleep.”

Mandy lifted off of Joe’s cock and looked over her shoulder at me. “I didn’t want her to ruin your chance to sleep in. I thought you might need it after yesterday.” Mandy smiled before taking our son’s dick right back into her mouth.

“Daddy’s up now, though,” Amber’s eyes flashed, and she smiled dangerously as I walked up the rest of the stairs. The whole time, her eyes were locked on where my cock would appear and when it did and I wasn’t hard, her smile vanished instantly and was replaced by a pitiful pout with her bottom lip pushed out and her chin tucked.

“Don’t give me that look,” I laughed, and Amber’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re not hard...” Amber complained.

“Looks like you have your hands full already,” I replied, and Amber’s eyes shifted to what she was holding in her hand before meeting mine again, this time with a light coloring in her cheeks. I chuckled softly. “You two finish up, I’m going to make some breakfast. Eggs okay?”

“Yes, please!” Amber replied.

Joe moaned some sort of sound that I assumed was agreement and I just shook my head and continued into the kitchen.

I had just gotten the eggs, butter, and milk out of the refrigerator when I heard Joe’s long, low moan.

“Good for him,” I said aloud as I placed the eggs and stuff on the counter before going back to the fridge to get some onion, green pepper, and shredded cheese.

I was just opening one of the cupboards to grab a mixing bowl when Mandy strolled into the kitchen. “Omelets?”

“Yeah, that works for you?” I answered, looking over at her to gauge her reaction.

“Sounds perfect.” Mandy smiled. “Do you need any help?”

“I’ve got it,” I replied. “Where’s Amber?”

“She’s trying to entice her brother into giving her another load.” Mandy snickered.

“Poor guy,” I joked.

“I know, right?” Mandy giggled. “You sure you don’t want to empty the tank? It’ll be quick.” Mandy smirked, eyeing my cock. “I remember some of the tricks I can do that you really loved.”

My cock stirred at the memory of Mandy’s lips wrapped around my cock and some of the hidden talents she’d perfected over years of practice on me. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“I figured,” Mandy sighed, leaning against the counter. “Still, I thought I would offer, just in case.”

“I appreciate it, maybe later,” I said, and nearly choked after I realized what I’d just told her. I looked over my shoulder at Mandy, checking to see if she’d heard me or not. She had, and she was looking at me with a half-smirk, half-questioning look. I raced to think of something to say, but nothing came to me. So, instead, I tried to change the subject. “What should we put in the omelets?”

“Meat,” Mandy replied, not even attempting to hide the hidden meaning in her answer.

“Oh! You mean bacon?” I said quickly, completely glossing over what she was trying to do. She only smiled at my attempt, letting it be known I’d failed in the attempt, but she wasn’t going to push. “Bacon sounds like a great idea. I’ll get some fried up so we can chop it and...”

Mandy started laughing, and I hated how the heat in my face rose impossibly high.

“Bacon sounds great, John,” Mandy finally managed to say. “The kids will love it. Besides, you know I like my meat a little more ... substantial.”

I groaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head up as if pleading with some higher power to save me from the trap of my own making. I sighed, taking a second to calm myself, which I was sure gave Mandy an immense amount of pleasure at knowing she’d cornered me.

I’d just finished the first of the four omelets when Amber came skipping into the kitchen like a cat that got into the cream. From the satisfied look on her face, that’s exactly what she’d done. Joe was only a step or two behind. He had a loopy smile on his face that could only come from a guy who had been thoroughly satisfied.

“Looks like you need something to eat.” I smirked at Joe, who could only nod. “Do you think you’re able to wield a knife, or do I need to ask your Mom?”

The mention of helping me in the kitchen seemed to put a bit of pep in Joe’s step, but didn’t completely clear the cloudy look in his eyes. “I can do it.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mandy cut in. “I’m surprised you haven’t tripped over your own feet just walking to the kitchen. The last thing we need is a trip to the emergency room because you cut off a finger.”

I looked at Joe, weighing Mandy’s words. It only took a moment before I nodded my agreement. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said. “Sit down, and your mother and I will take care of it.”

“Are you sure?” Amber asked. “You’re not exactly good with sharp things.”

“Hey!” Mandy spun, her eyes falling on the smiling Amber. “You two are both making it sound like I’m completely helpless in the kitchen.”

Neither Joe nor Amber offered a rebuttal to that. Instead they just sat there at the counter. Amber was smiling and Joe was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“Don’t listen to them,” I said, drawing her attention back to the task at hand and offering her my old chef’s knife. “Chop up the bacon into little pieces, please.”

“Of course,” Mandy replied, sniffing like she had an air of superiority as she snatched the knife and held it in a white-knuckled grip. “That’s easy enough.”

If anyone was going to cut off their fingers, it was going to be her, I said to myself as my eyes watched how she handled my old blade.

To everyone’s surprise, Mandy proved trustworthy with the knife. She chopped up a bundle of green onions into nice, even pieces and then moved on to chopping up the bacon to the point it looked like bacon bits. I took care of the onion, mainly because Mandy refused to, claiming chopping onions always made her cry.