Adrian gestured to the bowl of batter, "What does it look like?"
"Looks like a mess," Nat taunted.
Adrian shot a glare at Nat and she giggled again. "Why you little b- Adrian halted and Nat feigned shock at the word he could have finished his sentence with. "I'll make a mess of you, little girl!" And with that, he lifted the wooden mixing spoon out of the bowl and flicked it at Nat. A glob of pancake batter splattered across her face and she shrieked. Adrian laughed, "Take that!" He flicked it again, another stream of batter flying.
"And that!"
"Ooh! You got it in my hair," Nat recoiled and whined. But she doubled back, leaning forward, opening her mouth wide. "In my mouth! In my mouth!" she exclaimed. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
Adrian was suddenly struck by the sight in front of him. Elle's young friend sat forward, mouth agape, sticky fluid streaked across her pretty little face, asking for more in her mouth. He flashed back to the streaks he left on the photo of her and Elle that he had used the morning before. It didn't take much time for a tent to form underneath his robe. Luckily, the girl's eyes were closed, so he was able to quickly adjust himself without her noticing. "In your mouth, huh?"
"Uh huh," she giggled without pulling her tongue in or closing her mouth.
Adrian knew the thoughts filling his head were taboo, but he wasn't doing anything wrong. He moved closer to her and put one hand on the top of her head, pushing it back, "Alright, lean back and keep your mouth open."
She smiled and said, "Ahh."
Adrian brought the batter-covered spoon over her mouth and flicked it gently. Slowly, the viscous batter oozed off and dripped Into her mouth. Nat groaned with pleasure as it collected in her mouth and dripped onto her chin. After a few moments of memorizing the sight, Adrian let go of the girl and she opened her eyes and swallowed.
"Yum! That tastes good," she smiled.
"I'm sure it does," Adrian replied and swallowed hard. Nat collected what remained on her face onto her fingers and sucked them dry.
"In my mouth! In my mouth!" they heard from the stairs. "What on earth is going on down here?" Emily inquired. Adrian turned red. He knew she had heard the same things he had.
Emily appeared in the doorway. Nat was glad that she was wearing short shorts and an oversized tee-shirt instead of an open bathrobe. She got up and rushed to meet Emily by the kitchen door. "He got it in my hair!" she exclaimed.
"He did? I hate it when that happens," she said with a laugh. Adrian choked and shot a glance at his wife. With her finger, Emily wiped up some of the remaining batter from Nat's hair and licked it off, winking at Adrian. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was positive his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. There we go, all cleaned up now. Go take a seat at the table. Elle should be down soon." Nat left for the neighboring room.
Adrian retreated, turning toward the counter, and began pouring the pancake batter onto the hot griddle. Emily approached. "And what about you?" She wrapped her arms around him from behind.
He leaned back into her. "What about me, dear?"
"Are you all cleaned up?" She reached down into his robe and clutched his hard cock. "Oh my, someone's a little dirty," she chided quietly into his ear. Adrian didn't know how to respond. She brushed her hand along its length until she got to the top. She felt his warm pre-cum oozing from the slit. Loud enough for Nat to hear, she said, "Looks like someone's got a little batter on himself, too." She gathered it together on her fingers and then lewdly sucked them clean next to his ear. "There we go, you're all cleaned up, too." And with that, she released her grip, kissed him on the cheek, and started gathering up table settings.
Adrian was a bit confused, but a large part of him was so turned on that he wanted to just bend his wife over the kitchen counter and take her right there. Of course, he knew he couldn't with Nat just in the next room over. Or his daughter upstairs, for that matter.
"Morning dad," he heard from behind him.
"Oh, morning honey," Adrian replied, glancing over his shoulder. He saw his daughter in a white, fitted tee shirt and baggy sweatpants. He also thought he could detect a fading sheen of sweat on her face. He assumed she had successfully masturbated for the first time that morning. "You're not wearing any panties, right?"
"Da-ad," Elle whined.
"It's an innocent question, kiddo." Adrian defended himself. "Gotta follow the doctor's orders." He switched subjects to assuage her embarrassment, "Hungry for pancakes?"
"I could eat a whole load!"
"Me too!" called his wife from the other room. He wasn't sure if she meant that as a double entendre.
"Me three!" finished Nat.
"Okay, here it comes."
"So what are the two of you getting up to today?" Emily asked as they finished the last of the pancakes.
Nat piped up, "We're going to the mall. We're gonna do some shopping."
"More like you're going to do some shopping," Elle Interjected. "Your parents always give you money."
"Oh is that how it is, my child?" Emily asked, bemused. "Do I detect a hint of guilt trip?"
"It's truel" Elle protested, and glanced at Nat, who just shrugged and swigged her milk.
"Well, in this family, money is earned. I don't hear you stepping up to do more chores."
Adrian chimed in, "The car could use a wash."
"Ugh," Elle sighed and crossed her arms, "Why did I have to be born into the cheapskate family?"
Her father just chuckled, "Well, the offer's there if you want to accept."
Elle rolled her eyes, crammed the last of her pancake in her mouth and spoke through her chewing, "Let's get out of here, Nat. I'm ready to go."
"Right-o!" Nat slammed her glass on the table and hopped off the chair. "Oh, I left my shoes in your room, I gotta go grab 'em!" She left Elle at the foot of the stairs and trampled noisily up them as Adrian sighed and shook his head, exchanging a knowing smile with his wife
Nat reached Elle's room and bent over to scoop up her shoes. As she turned to leave, she glanced over at the bedsheets. In the middle, a rather large wet patch caught her attention. Surely Elle didn't wet the bed, she thought.
She recalled the rumor that she heard that Elle had wet herself in the middle of class. But from her own private experiences, she was well aware that girls could produce moisture down below. Plus, there was the fact that she knew that Elle was super- orgasmic. Could that be it? she wondered. Those sheets seemed awful wet to her. She stepped closer to the bed. She sensed a pungent aroma, and felt a wave of intense curiosity.
She climbed up onto the bed to get closer, leaned her head down and drew in the scent. It definitely wasn't ordinary wet sheets. It smelled similar to the scents that Elle left on her own fingers. Not the same, but close enough that she knew. She was fascinated and felt her slit seemingly volunteer to add its own contribution to the large spot. Her mind swarm, wondering why she felt that way about her best friend's girlish fluids.
"Nat! Are you coming?" Elle shouted from the stairs.
Nat snapped out of her reverie, "Yes, just tying my shoes!" She jammed her sneakers sloppily onto her feet and raced down the hallway. "Let's go, what are we waiting for?"
Elle smirked mischievously at her friend. "You! I'm waiting for you."
I'm ready to go, so let's go!"
"Bye mom, bye dad!"
"Bye h-honey," Adrian stammered from the other room. Emily said nothing. Unknown to the girls, her mouth was full with her husband's hard-on. But without a further care or concern, the girls burst out of the doorway and into the already hot morning sun.
"How do you get your parents to give you money all the time?"
"I just ask my dad," Nat replied.
"That never works for me," Elle said with consternation.