Filly & Nubile (Completed)

9| Negotiation

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Stephen

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Today was like any regular Sunday morning in the Kelly household. Gospel music on its highest volume, Kitty singing like an artist and Mama Louise in her wheelchair watching the trees blow in the wind.

However, we've had breakfast and I'm helping Kitty with her pastries.

Seated on the cold tiled floor with a large bowl between my legs as I grater a variety of items into the mixture. Coconut, nutmeg and sweet potatoes made a thick sticky paste before my dear Kitten monitor my work or the added ingredients. Water, vanilla extract, salt, cinnamon and baking powder and lots of sugar. Mixing with a long metal spoon that bends a couple times but Kitty just told me to set it straight. The batter smell so good that I wanted to taste it but both kitten and Mama Louise had their eyes on me.

She taught me how to make fire in the old kitchen with wood and coal. Outdoor baking at it's finest. Smoke became my enemy and Kitty roll her eyes while hitting the nail on the head when she said. "You're an entertainer. I'm sure you're use to cigarettes, weed and such burning in the air. So stop behaving like a baby."

It was facts but this smoke was deadly. It was wood, big thick wood.

Three large pots with three different puddings; sweet potatoes, banana and cornmeal. She taught me everything, how to put less heat underneath the pot and more on top as the hot coal was covering all three lids.

She wasn't done with me yet. I had to grater more green bananas to make tie-a-leaf. It was the same ingredients but almost the same mixture as the banana pudding, the difference was that it was tied in banana leafs and dropped in a pot of water and salt to cook.

The entire yard smelt a lot like a bakery but she wasn't finish. We made coconut and peanut drops, homemade chips as in breadfruit, bananas, cassava and plantain. She sealed the clear plastic bags with heat over the fire and stacked them up in her basket.

Around one in the afternoon, a bus pulled up and it was someone from their church as she delivered more than half of the item and waved goodbye to the person.

"When can I have a taste of everything?" I asked as she approached the veranda.

Smiling, she shook her head and passed me. "Where's Mama?"

"She looked tired so I put her in bed."

"Okay. You can have one of each but I sent all the pudding away." She gestured to the kitchen island.

"Can't we make more." I was sulking that I didn't have a taste of it this week.

"Don't you have laundry to do?" She raised a brow and I lick my lips, look at her alluring figure.

The dress hid nothing and I approached her, holding her closer to just to make her feel how hard I was. Since she rode me Friday morning, we haven't been so closely intimate since, and our kisses were few.

"I do. However, you seems to forget that there's no water in the main." With my hands on her hips, I trail kisses up her nape the along her shoulders.

"You don't have to use the machine." She moaned then her next statement had me looking at her crazy. "You have hands to use the wash bath or tub outside."

"I'll pay you if you wash for me." I offered and she laughed.

"How much?"

"Any amount you want." I meant it too and she finally agreed.

"Okay. Bring them in the laundry room and start putting your clothes there. The dirty clothes in your bathroom is leaving a sweaty odor after a while." She lectured then left out of my hold to put most of the pastries away.