He returned to the kitchen to find Sephie bent over, rummaging through one of the lower cabinets and humming happily. He couldn’t help but squeeze her butt as he passed by, eliciting a surprised squeak.
“I see your clothing hunt yielded mixed results, but no complaints from me if you want to wear only an apron and nothing else.”
“I did find something else, but I’m saving it for later. Whoever lived here must have been alone ’cause all I found were men’s clothes, all too big for me.”
She knelt down, tucked her legs under her, and looked up demurely. “Would my love like a dinner, a bath, or me first?” Sephie’s stomach chose that moment to growl.
“Sounds like feeding the beast takes priority,” Ben laughed. “Also, does this place have a bathroom?”
“Yes. I only peeked at it. It’s down the hall. Also, while I was searching around upstairs, I wondered if the vegetable garden had any surprises hidden in it. Tadah!” She motioned toward the sink. “Potatoes, carrots, and onions.”
“Good find. The boiler is working, so we’ll be able to cook them shortly.”
Sephie went to a small water pump in the corner and began to fill the sink. “What should we make with ’em?”
Ben thought for a moment. “I have an idea, but we’ll need flour and yeast.”
“I’ll check the pantry.”
“I’ll let you start prepping. I’m going to see if the bathroom is in working order.”
Walking down the hall, Ben found a rustic but spacious bathroom. Neatly arranged stone tiles covered the floor. Zig-zagging brass pipes wound up the wall into a split-storage tank, where it flowed down into a toilet with a wooden seat. Other pipes from the tank fed a chipped, square sink and a deep copper tub that was decidedly big enough for two people.
Turning all the nobs, Ben noted which were hot and cold and that they were all functioning. With everything seemingly in order, he returned to find Sephie washing and peeling the vegetables.
“I think that’s flour or something akin to it in that ceramic jar. No weevils or bugs in it. Should be fine. I also have another surprise!” She reached into her apron pocket. “I found salt and pepper!”
“Can’t say no to improving flavor!” was his eager reaction.
“How’s the bathroom?”
Ben foraged around the kitchen cabinets looking for things to make dough. “None of the pipes burst. Water isn’t quite hot yet.”
“Can’t wait! I don’t remember the last time I had a proper bath.” she dreamed with a smile.
“Whatcha gonna bake?”
“A surprise I saw passing a restaurant once. Will you dice the vegetables into fairly large chunks and boil?”
“Sure.”
Finishing their respective tasks, Ben placed two substantially round loaves into the oven. Then, stepping behind his little sister, he gently hugged her from behind as she stirred the pot. “This is real, isn’t it?”
“Which part?”
“All this and you,” he responded with a squeeze.
“Of course it is.” this isn’t a dream you’re going to wake up from. She pushed back into him. “It’s as real as the thing poking me from behind.”
“Sorry.” He started to drop his hands and back away.
She immediately grabbed his hands and pulled them tight around her. “Nu-uh! It means that operation ‘naked apron’ was a success! And yes, I had plans for after we ate.”
“You did?”
“Yep! A perfect conclusion for the end of a wonderful day.”
“I look forward to it.” Ben glanced at the egg timer. “Bread should be about done. He peeked into the oven.
“I think they’re done.”
Donning oven mitts, he pulled a tray with two golden-brown, round loaves and set it on the counter. He gingerly cut a chunk out of the center of each one and placed each chunk and the remainder of the loaf on a plate.
“A bowl made of bread?” Sephie mused.
“Saves washing, and I thought it seemed fancy.”
“Anything is fancy for us,” she laughed.
She scooped most of the pot’s contents into each bowl and took the plates to the living room. After she used a towel she found to wipe two places clean of dust, they kicked off their shoes and sat down facing each other across the dinner table.
The room was dim and quiet, except for the boiling of water and gentle hiss of steam through the pipes. They ate in silence while rubbing their feet against each other, appreciating the simple yet hot fare they hadn’t had in a very long time.
“Do you think anyone would mistake us for a married couple?” Sephie asked.
“If they didn’t know anything about us, probably?” he half-questioned. “We are technically more family than even a wedded couple. Don’t even have to change our last name.”
“I was just thinking we find work in town, save up a lot, and go find some pen-pusher to make this place ours on paper,” Sephie brainstormed.
“Is that what you’d like to do? You really want to own this place, huh?”
“Don’t you?”
“For me, home is wherever we are together. I suppose this place is kinda growing on me,” Ben replied while rubbing one of her feet with both of his.
“It’s nice having a warm, safe place to call our own.”
He pushed his empty bowl away. “What if people ask about us?”
“I don’t know. Just say you’ve been caring for your little sister since our parents passed away.”
“If we stick around long enough, people might start wondering why we both don’t marry,” Ben countered.
“Then… you rescued me from a brutish man. We left our hometown and eloped to start a new life. I doubt anyone will dig too deeply into our past, and technically, it’s true.”
“Whatever story we come up with, let’s think about it later. I’m so ready for a shower!”
Sephie got up, smiling shrewdly at him, and dragged her brother to the bathroom.
He spread his arms. “Whoever lived here definitely seemed to appreciate a goodly-sized copper tub.”
“Perhaps they appreciated fully submerging in a hot bath after a long, hard day,” Sephie replied. Then she threw her apron to Ben and hopped in.
“Careful, the left one is the…”
Sephie squealed as cold water pelted her. She quickly turned the other knob to compensate, gradually relaxing as the hot water blended into a more moderate temperature.
“Could have told me sooner!” she pouted.
“Sorry,” he answered, hiding his grin behind his hand.
Ben removed his own clothes, laying them into the sink, and climbed in behind her. “I made sure I filled the boiler so there is plenty of hot water.”
Sephie turned around, rivulets of steaming water dripping down her chin, shoulder, and breasts. “Let me wash your back.”
“Where’d you find soap?”
“In the drawer over there with a cloth.”
“Doesn’t look like it’s from a factory. Homemade?”
“Don’t know, but it smells like lavender. Turn around.”
Ben faced the other way as his sister lathered his back with soap. Her gentle hands efficiently scrubbed all the sweat and dirt off.
“Hot water is definitely an underrated luxury,” he stated.
“It is. Now let me do the front.”
“I can do that myself.”
“I know you can. That’s why I’m telling you and not asking.”
When Ben turned around, he sported a growing erection. The corners of her lips curled up, but she made no comment as she ran the cloth over his sinewy frame. As she moved ever lower, “Now to clean the most important part. It’s going to be busy tonight.”
“It is?”
“I was going to wait till after, but…” She grasped his erection and stroked it, using the soap as a lubricant. “I am so wet right now, and not just from the water.”
She pushed him up against the wall and stood on her tiptoes. Then she raised her knee alongside his hip and sandwiched his shaft between her sticky folds. Starting a passionate kiss, they let their hands roam over each other’s bodies.
“Ready to consummate our future?” She turned around and bent over, opening herself to his view and wiggling her butt back at him. When he slid into her in one motion, she moaned, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
“You’re so warm,” Ben grunted out.
“And you’re so so big,” Sephie replied and humped her hips back, grinding them around in circles.”
Ben grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg to twist her slightly. “I want to see your face.” Then, using her leg for leverage, he increased the tempo.
With his other hand, he reached up and stroked her red cheeks. Her heavy panting matched his. “Should we worry about you getting pregnant?”
“No idea, but you should probably pull out, in case. Finish in my mouth. I want to taste you again.”
“In that case, I want to make you cum first.”
“Rub my clit then. It’s throbbing so bad.”
Locating her clit, he started a circular rub, listening to the small signs of a good job in her voice.
Her moans started soft and increased in volume as his attention to her sensitive nub built her desire. Adrift in the moment, she momentarily lost her balance, grabbing his arm on her thigh to steady herself.
When she felt stable, she chanted, “Deeper! Harder! I’m almost there!”
“I’m already bumping your cervix. I don’t want to hurt you,” he retorted between thrusts.
“I want to feel it when I wake up tomorrow!” She pulled on him and adjusted her position so she was being held in his arms, and her back was supported by the wall.
He pistoned into her, and her light body shook with exertion and pleasure. Locking her legs around his waist, she moaned her climax into his shoulder. Her pussy spasmed around him, thanking his penis for all its hard work.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she gasped. “But we aren’t done yet. Your turn.”
After he set her down, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue up and down his shaft. Her caressing hand felt his heavy, sperm-filled orbs tighten, so she pushed him against the soft lining of her cheek, encouraging him to cum any time.
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