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Brother and Sister

"What are you doing, you put too much sugar!"

"Oh don't remind me on that, you're the one putting it in the oven next." The design of the cake looks incredibly wrong. Danny, the man who thinks he knows what a cake should look like, observes the cake. He knows what the cake should look like. They're not making a wedding cake she reminds Danny but it's getting close to looking like one.

Looking at it, the cream for the cake doesn't even match what Danny wanted for it. He immediately becomes a child, acting that this isn't the cake he wanted. Before Jen, going to him, slapping him with her flour filled hands. Leaving a mark of flour on his cheeks.

"The hell Jen." He gets sugar from the bag, throwing it to Jen. She immediately gets that. Looking at him with her mouth wide open. "Danny." He laughs. Before she throws more flour at him. He moves back from it. Becoming a bit stunned by it. He immediately gets more flour from the kitchen shelves, opening it, putting some in his hands before throwing it at Jen. Jen does the same. They both move around, chasing each other, throwing more flour, even sugar at each other. Their throwing, leading some particles of the flour and sugar onto the white cake that remains there, not baked yet. They would chase each other even more, around the kitchen, like little kids, having fun, playing in their beach with the sand. Laughing and smiling with them chasing each other, she finally catches him. Putting her arms into him. Stopping him. He would touch her. Exhausted but letting out laughter from his chest. Same with her. Laughing each other from the top of their lungs, now their whole body and face filled with laughter.

The oven has finished pre-heating. Hearing the ding sound from it, Danny goes to the oven, opening the hatch, Jen carries the tray and puts it in the oven. It's going to be 75 minutes to heat it up. "Once this is done, get it out of the oven immediately. Otherwise we might end up with a toasted cake, than a soft cake." She laughs, thinking he's probably joking about this. Putting the cakeinside the oven, she closes the hatch. Putting the time in. The temperature was already set when pre-heating the oven. "Done."

Danny looks at her, before looking at himself. Realizing what they're completely covered up with now. "We need to get the kitchen, and ourselves cleaned up. We look like ghosts now." Jen laughs. Couldn't agree more with it. "You look like Michael Jackson Danny." Laughing out loud. He may look like one but he doesn't use flour to look like this. Unless he did.

"I got an idea. One of us should go to the bathroom. Well not my bathroom, the bathroom from the outside, get ourselves cleaned up while the other will do so." Jen agrees. Danny decides to do most of the cleaning. He's fast at cleaning up, would speed things up and the kitchen items there, he will remember where he put them, if they want to do some more cooking or baking again. Jen gets herself cleaned up.

They both get on with their own things. Jen rushes upstairs. Taking off her socks, her socks, also filled with flour, some of it getting inside her feet. Putting it in the kitchen. Danny seeing it, a little annoyed, but continuing ahead with his business. Danny washes the kitchen items up.
Being observed from the other side of the kitchen. Danny doesn't notice. He continues cleaning up. From the other side, the sight continues to be locked at him. Moving a bit, the floor creeks. Danny hears, looking at where it came from. Nothing there. Thinking there's nothing, he returns to his cleaning duties. Continuing on, moving around, the other side of the kitchen, the door, connecting to the living room is open.

Jen, in the shower, clothes free. Putting shampoo on her hand, before putting it on her hair. Scrubbing it with the shampoo. The other side of the door, being seen.

A sight, looking at her and her body, free from her clothes and jeans. She puts body lotion and rubs it around. The sight, continues looking at her. Breathing from there, eyes remain there. No moving away from her, wanting to see what she's doing with it...