Having been up half the night drying and folding bed linen, Willa was trying hard to stay awake. Her curiosity was eating at her. What did Nick and Claire's dungeon look like? Was it even real? Was Jesse merely pulling her leg?
Groaning at her mental frustration she carried a large basket of the linen back upstairs to put it away. She enjoyed the silence but it also made her mind fantasize. She had on occasion heard stories about S&M antics. It intrigued her yet not enough to give up her proper life back in Chicago for such a thing. But, now that her life was being examined more closely under Nick's roof and literary wiles, she felt the urge to learn more.
Retiring to her bedroom she drags out her laptop and taps into the wireless connection of the home. She then looked up "Bondage". As photos erupted by the dozens her jaw dropped held up only by her fingers covering her lips.
"Wowza! Scary stuff." She thought while perusing through a second gallery.
Finally, she tires and falls to sleep with her laptop still on beside her.
As morning arrived she heard Baby Grace chattering over her monitor and forced herself out of bed. Swiftly, she changes her clothing to a green tank top and white jean shorts. She decided it best to avoid showing off so much more in front of Jesse. Her shorts although very short were less revealing. The tank top left little to the imagination. Her nipples were like daggers as it was. That alone should satisfy the son. Teasing would be minimal today. Her obligation to obey Nick and keep peace was more important than her temptation to drive Jesse insane. Even though she really wanted to.
Monitor in hand she heads to embrace Baby Grace. Their time together would be intimate until Daddy and Brother had time for her. A break would come after breakfast. So she thought.
At 10:00 AM she had cleaned the microwave while Grace played in her high chair until she got sleepy. Carrying her upstairs Willa laid her back into her crib for a nap. Armed with the baby monitor she had a brilliant inspiration.
Speedily she raced back down to the kitchen and found two breakfast trays and went about assembling scrambled eggs, toast, and juice. Making two trips to the top of the stairs she sat them on the carpet by both Jesse's and Nick's bedroom. She knew Jesse couldn't leave his room until Nick allowed it. Therefore she chose Nick first. Creeping up to his door she lightly knocked until she heard Nick return with a weary, "Yes?"
"I made you breakfast in bed. Should I leave it out here or bring it in?"
Silence for a moment before she hears a strained, "Enter."
She juggles the tray in favor of the door knob and carefully guides it open. Upon entering she see's Nick covered from the waist down by bedding as he sits up in bed. Her foot eases the door to drift shut barely latching.
Rubbing his eyes he mutters, "What brought this on?"
She smiles, scurrying to the side of his bed in order to pass the tray down to him.
"I just felt like showing you my appreciation. I made a tray for Jesse too. It's outside his door. I thought I should ask you before assuming it's okay to give it too him."
"That's fine." He eyes her bulging chest and stabbing nipples, "Rather perky this morning I see."
She fidgets a smile, "I can say the same of you, Good Sir."
She observes his massive erection beneath the sheets. He grins, "Morning wood. How's my daughter?"
"In her crib. She drifted off while I was cleaning the kitchen. I decided to lay her down."
"I see. Your eggs are delicious." He scarfs them up.
"Thank you. Should I offer Jesse his before they get too cold?"
"Sure. Why don't you sit with him awhile. Make peace."
"I'll try. Should I kiss Dorian good morning?"
Nick raises an eye brow then eyes his erection.
"Is that his name now?"
"You tell me, you're the Author."
He nibbles at his toast, "Make it a peck. I need more rest. I teach tonight."
She leans over him and tugs the sheet down enough to reveal Nick's monster cock and puckers her lips. A warm succulent kiss to his crown left him speechless. Nick nodded his approval as she bats her eyes at him. As her lips suction over the crown to slowly abandon him he grits his teeth.
"Dorian approves. Now go on, I need a few more hours to rest up."
"Rest well, Sir."
Taking her leave she closes his bedroom door and shuffles down the hall to Jesse's room. She lifts his tray and knocks.
She hears a disgruntled, "Yeah?"
"I made you breakfast in bed, Jesse. Can I come in?"
"Just a second." She waits until he grumbles, "Come on in."
Opening his door she see's him shirtless for the first time. He had a nasty case of bedhead. Around his neck was a leathery choker with a turquoise inlay. Something some Indian tribe might have made.
Like Father, like son she thought as she eyed his erection concealed barely by a thin sheet. He had discarded the outer blanket before she entered. Easy enough to tell at finding it halfway off the bed.
She carried the tray over to him and rested it on his lap. She let her hair dangle into his face. Standing up she smiled, "Peace offering. Eat up."
He bit into a piece of toast and chewed while staring up at her.
"Does Dad know you did this?"
"Of course. I got permission before serving you. I made him breakfast in bed too."
Jesse looks at her wide eyed.
"He let you into his and moms bedroom?"
"All I did was bring him breakfast silly. Besides you were there when I changed their bedding. Not my first time in there." She of course had to lie.
"Still. That seems kind of weird. Dad wasn't in bed when you changed his bedding."
"Why? I just felt like doing something nice. Is that so wrong?"
"I guess not. I just know Dad sleeps in the nude."
"He was covered up. More than you are Pervert." She sticks her tongue out at him.
"Hey my junks covered up."
"Barely." She drops down to sit beside him, "Scoot over Freak."
Sitting on the sheet made it taunt. As he scooted over his pubic region came into view. He had to stop or his erection would pop out from under it. Of course Willa knew she had created a predicament. Devious indeed.
Suddenly, Jesse grew shy and felt nauseous.
"Try the scrambled eggs. Your Dad loved them."
He gathers a bite with his fork and trembles as he eats. On his second bite he drops some into his lap and freezes to look down at his pubic area to see the eggs looming amid them.
"Hey, I made those to eat not wear. Pick them out I'll turn away."
He swiftly picked up after himself and covered his blushing with his orange juice glass.
"So, what possessed you to spray paint that Jeep?" She probed.
Sulking lightly, "I dunno. Bored I guess."
"You couldn't have painted on a canvas could you Picasso?"
He chuckles, "Little Devil whispered in my only ear."
"Really? Was it this ear?" She leans over and nuzzles his ear as she whispers, "I can make you deviled eggs next time."
He snorts orange juice through his nose and quickly covers it. She sits back against his headboard scowling.
"That's it, ruin your clean sheets with juice."
Both laugh as Jesse looks at her, "Here have a bite."
His fork guides a bite toward her then he tilts it to sprinkle the kernels down into her massive cleavage. She drops her jaw glaring down at her breasts.
"Seriously? This is what I get for being nice to you?"
"Here I'll clean you up."
He reaches over placing a hand on her tanks upper hemline. She eyes him with a wince as he picks out pieces. She pulls her top out more allowing him a better look. A small curd had fell lower toward her belly which he carefully reached for. She had to laugh at the depth he chose to dig. Tugging her shirt out for the buried treasure. Finally, he pulls his hand out and grins at her.
"At least you didn't lose your toast." Willa fidgets her lips.
