It hadn't taken me long to have a delicious little orgasm, with my sisters' ardent help. Linda had held the massage shower for me, aiming it right there where it mattered. Of course, she'd had a lot of practise on herself! We giggled and laughed and chatted while we dried off, and rubbed lotion all over our bodies and over each other's backs.
"So, now what do you want to do, Kay?" Linda asked. "Do we just wander into the kitchen naked? Do we join Jack for breakfast, or what?"
"Linda! Damn! Thank you, you are brilliant!" I exclaimed, "Fuck! Guess I got a little distracted this morning, eh? How could I forget...?"
"Forget what?" Linda looked a little confused.
"Oh hon, I had this special birthday breakfast planned for Jack, you know, with all kinds of...hem...ah well...with all kinds of goodies he likes, just for fun!"
Linda still looked puzzled. "What? Like flapjacks, eggs and bacon, French toast, what?"
I guess my grin sounded pretty wicked. "No, actually, Linda, my dear little sister, it isn't so much about the WHAT, it is really more about the HOW!"
"What do you mean?"
"Jeez, well, you know: it's not about the food, it's more about the presentation" I giggled.
"Now you've really lost me! Come on Kay, quit teasing me, spit it out, what's all this shit about making breakfast for Jack?" Linda insisted as she shook me, with in her voice more than a hint of that impatient irritation I knew so well from when we were kids.
"Alright, alright! Stop shaking already!" I laughed. The look on her face changed from incomprehension to shocked disbelief to sheer impish excitement in mere minutes, as I explained what I'd had in mind for my husband this morning, after the little birthday celebration in the bedroom last night.
"Goodness, Kay, you are one hell of a creative, sexy nutcase" Linda burst out laughing. "Are you sure you want me in on this? If you'd rather be alone with Jack, I understand."
"Now who's the nutcase? You know just as well as I do how much Jack enjoyed last night! He'll go crazy when we do this together! What do you say? You wanna get wild with me?" I gave my sisters' arm a friendly punch, and I gave her another one when she nodded wholeheartedly.
"Let me see what Jack is up to, hang on...!" Carefully I poked my head around the door. "We're alright; he's having his coffee and reading the paper in the living room. As long as we're quiet, we can get to the kitchen no problem! Let's go sis!" Softly, I tiptoed past the doorway, pulling Linda behind me, both still naked like the day we were born.
In the kitchen, we stifled our giggles as we prepared ourselves and each other as best we could, half sitting - half lying down, without making too much noise. Finally, we looked at each other, and I had to bite my lips hard not to laugh out loud.
"Do I look as ridiculously delicious as you do?" I asked Linda, who was studying my body.
"I'd say so" she grinned, "although I think you could do with a little more cream there"
She grabbed the whipped cream and added another swirl to my left breast. "Are we ready then, you think? The cream is starting to melt off my tits already! Best call Jack before it all drips down!"
Very carefully, we stretched ourselves out side by side on the kitchen table.
"Thank god you've got such a huge, wide table" Linda said a little nervously, holding on to my arm not to roll off the edge. For the last time we checked each others bodies.
"You look so bloody hot it's not even funny!" I complained, staring at my sisters' cunt.
"So do you, you moron! Now hurry!" my sister urged with a fat grin. "I'll start laughing if you don't hurry, and everything will fall off!"
"Alright then, are you ready? It's Showtime!" I grinned back, and yelled with my best 'wanna-come-play' voice "Oh HONEY! Your breakfast's ready! Come and get it baby!"
That tone of voice never failed to get my husbands immediate attention, and sure enough, within seconds he came bounding into the kitchen, where he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...!" Linda and I sang with straight faces, looking at Jack's astonished face. "Happy birthday dear JAAAAAACCKKK...Happy..."
"OH MY...!" Jack stuttered, and stared at the naughty little buffet in front of him. "KAY!! LINDA!! Then he burst out laughing. "OH MY FUCKING WORD!"
"Are you 'ungry, Sir?" I asked sweetly, with a strong French accent. "We 'ave plenty of specials on the menu for you today. We are, I mean we 'ave jam tarts", (both Linda and I had a heart of jam painted on our faces) "strawberry and cream cupcakes", (our tits were covered in cream, topped with strawberries), "custard and fruit pie", (a little mosaic of mango, grapes and raspberries glued to our tummies with thick custard) "and your choice of a delicious, sweet banana split" (a peeled banana, sticking out of Linda's chocolate covered snatch) "or a moist and succulent blueberry muffin" (my pussy smeared with cheesecake and blueberry jam, with a trail of fresh blueberries leading down my furrow).
"Oh FUCK! Oh you wild little bitch, Kay! My sweet fucking angel, you are such a nut!" Jack grinned and stood there staring at us, almost transfixed, not knowing whether to laugh or devour us. In the end, he decided to do both!
He kissed my mouth deeply, before licking the jam off my face. "Hmm, you taste good!" he laughed. He wiped some jam off Linda's cheeks with his finger, feeding it to me.