Chapter 4 Haze
FOUR
HAZE
“Good morning.” I grinned at Indi as she walked into the kitchen with a big yawn. She was barely awake, her eyes still partially shut and her hair a complete mess. She was wearing my shirt from yesterday, stumbling around as she plopped down on the barstool. “You good?” I asked.
My sister rubbed her eyes and looked over at me.
“I’m so fucking sore.” She laughed through a faint smile.
“Fuck, did we get any sleep?” Indi glanced around the kitchen, noticing what I was doing.
“What’s all this?” Before I could answer, Kush meowed and Indi looked down to see our little pothead, clawing in the air towards her.
“Kush!” She bent down and groaned while picking him up. “When did you get here?”
Her eyes met mine as I stirred the pancake batter. “I had Aiden pick him up for us once Mary-Jane left. He brought him over, with all these groceries. I didn’t want to wake you.” I flashed her a devious little smile. “Figured you could use the rest.”
Indi made a face. “What are you wearing?”
My eyes fell to the apron. “What? I thought you’d like it.” My brow raised as she put Kush down and squinted, reading the apron aloud.
“Blow the cook. Really?” She tried to look around my body. “Are you wearing anything else, or just the apron?”
I laughed and turned, showing her I was wearing a pair of gray sweats.
“Sorry to disappoint. But I couldn’t scar Aiden like that.
” She giggled at my words, picking up a piece of toast from the large breakfast platter I had set aside.
“Eat up. You’re going to need all the energy you can get. ” I winked.
Her eyes wandered around the kitchen as I continued to make breakfast. “Oh my god, are those what I think they are?” She rushed over to the display of brownies. I couldn't help but grin, knowing how much she loved my brownies. “Wait, where’s the icing?” Her head snapped back at me.
My dick jolted. “I haven’t been able to make it yet.
But don’t worry, I’ll have plenty soon. And it’ll all be just for you.
” She sighed and returned to the barstool.
I tried to focus and tasted the batter in front of me, debating what it was missing.
“Hmm.” I pulled out a small notebook from my apron and used a tiny pencil to scribble my thoughts in it.
Indi coughed on her food. “I’m sorry, but what is that?” We both looked at the small notebook.
I quickly snapped it shut. “Nothing for you.” I slid the small notebook back into the pocket of my apron and returned to the batter.
Indi quickly jumped from the barstool and wandered over to my side. “Oh? Are you keeping something from me?” She stepped closer as I tried to resist her charm. “Come on, Haze. Show me.”
My head shook as my hair brushed across my face. “Sorry, little sis, but some things are better left unknown.” She pressed her lips together and moved closer. “Indi,” I groaned playfully. “I can’t finish breakfast if you don’t let me.”
She dipped her finger into the batter and raised it to her mouth, her eyes remaining locked on me while she tasted it. “It tastes like pancakes to me.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Come on, big brother.” She stepped between me and the kitchen counter. “Show me your recipes.”
I crossed my arms and smiled. “No.” I kissed her forehead and turned away from her.
Indi sucked her teeth. “Then you leave me no choice.”
What the fuck does that mean?
She moved so fast, snatching the notebook from my apron before bolting across the kitchen. “Indi!” I tried to run after her, but Kush planted himself between us. “Fuck, Indi, please.”
Her green eyes sparkled as she stopped next to the brownies and cracked the small notebook open. She scanned the handwritten recipes and flipped through the pages. “Haze, there’s so many.” She looked through the worn-down notebook some more.
“Okay, you’ve seen my recipes. Now give it back.” I lunged towards her, but she pulled her arm back with a curious grin. “Indi,” I growled. Kush sprawled along my foot and I didn’t want to move.
Fuck me.
She picked up a brownie and walked around the kitchen, flipping through the written notes and recipes.
“Rosemary bread, Tres Leche, oh that one’s good.
” She passed a couple pages and raised the brownie to her opened mouth.
“Wait.” Her eyes flashed to me. “Indi’s Special Brownies?
Haze, you made a recipe just for me?” She took a bite of the brownie and chewed, scanning the recipe.
“You know, this really could use some of that special icing…” Her face flatlined and I froze.
Fuck!
“Indi…it’s…fuck. Give me the book.” Indi didn’t move. “Indi!”
Kush rolled off my foot, and I rushed to her side, snatching the notebook from her hands. “You…you use…” She wiped her mouth and turned to face me.
I felt anxious, unsure if her discovering my secret would ruin everything. And the fear of losing her made my heart nearly stop. “Indi, I–I can explain.”
She raised her hand and stopped me before I could say anything else. “How long?” she asked. I didn’t answer. “How long, Haze?” She stared at the brownie in her hand and I felt the world crumble around me.
Fuck.
I hesitated to answer. “Since…that night.”
Her eyes widened. And I had no idea what to say. So, we sat in silence for a couple minutes.
“Indi—”
“Show me.”
My body flexed at her words and my eyes widened. “W–what?”
My sister examined the brownie closely before turning to face me. “I want to see how you do it. Show me.” I didn’t move. “What’s wrong, Haze? Show me how you ice my special brownies. I want to see you do it.”
I was instantly turned on by the idea of her not only being curious, but wanting to watch me.
“I might need some help.” I stepped towards her.
“It’s been a while since I made them for you.
” I placed my palms against the marbled bar on either side of her.
“Well? How bad do you want me to ice that brownie, little sis?”
Indi took a second bite and licked her lips.
She untied my apron and slowly fell to her knees.
Her fingers wrapped around my legs and glided up towards my pelvis.
She flung her hair over her shoulders and freed my dick, stroking it for a minute or two.
Her fingers tightened their pressure as they slid down to my tip, milking my precum.
She then stared up at me, and I watched her mouth open as her tongue extended.
Her face leaned towards my dick. She licked my tip a few times, working me up before gripping my thighs and surrounding my dick with her hot mouth.
Loud moans fell from my mouth as she bobbed along my shaft, her tongue wrapping around as she coated me in her saliva and sucked me.
My body instinctively pushed deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and my hand reached down, twisting in her long, black hair.
I tugged her head back a bit, forcing her eyes up to mine as I fucked her face, building my orgasm.
The overstretched corners of her lips curled, and I knew she was fucking enjoying herself.
Indi moved her hand and reached under my shaft.
She carefully played with my balls, making my dick jump.
I used my grip and slammed harder into her mouth, fucking her faster while her moans vibrated through my body.
“Fuck,” I cried out, nearing the edge of my excitement.
“Fuck!” Indi didn’t stop, but fed into my pleasure until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to quickly rip my dick from her mouth as precum and her saliva went everywhere. She fell forward onto her hands and wiped her mouth, watching me while I backed away. “What’s wrong?” she panted.
My body tightened as I fought back my orgasm. “Jar—” I huffed, snapping my fingers towards an empty one on the counter. Indi looked back at it, then at me. “Indi, please,” I begged.
She rushed to the jar and brought it back.
I nearly busted as she handed it to me. She watched me stroke myself for a few seconds before replacing my hand with her own and taking over.
“Let me.” My eyes met hers and I nodded.
Indi smiled. Her hands stroked my wet dick, and before I knew it, I was coming all inside the jar.
“Fuck!” I gripped her shoulder to stabilize myself, watching her with wide eyes as she stared down at my dick, filling the jar. I watched her reaction, realizing she wasn’t just curious, but turned on. Fuck, it made me come even harder.
Indi continued to help me along until it was clear my orgasm was finished.
She tugged a little longer, ensuring we gathered all of it.
I slowly pulled away from the jar as she released me and placed it on the marbled countertop.
She stared at the jar as I returned my dick to my pants and caught my breath.
Indi leaned in close and stared at the jar of my cum. “Impressive,” she teased. “But, now what?”
“Well,” I huffed. My body leaned against the counter as I tried to calm down. “All I need to do is add a bit of powdered sugar and let it cool.”
Her head spun to me. “Cool? I don’t know about you, but I’ve always preferred warm icing.” She bit her lower lip again.
I shook my head and walked over to a cabinet, pulling out a small bag of powdered sugar.
I tossed it onto the counter and searched the drawers for a spoon.
Indi watched my every move with a hungry curiosity as I measured the powdered sugar and poured it into a larger mixing bowl.
I then took the jar with my cum and scraped every last bit of it into the same bowl. “Now…” I pulled out a whisk. “We mix.”
Indi shot up. “Can I do it?”